Calleigh rolled over and watched Tim sleep. She literally had to drag him up to bed that night and threatened to tie him down after she caught him trying to get down to the computer. Tyler had gotten a trace on Kerner's phone but when they went to the address, it had been a dumpster and the phone was a prepaid cell phone. The scent dogs came up empty, losing Jen's scent about a mile away from the house. Calleigh watched Tim for a couple more minutes then leaned over and kissed him gently. She waited for a minute and he stirred but went back to sleep. Calleigh slipped out of bed and quietly went downstairs, entering Tim's office.
S/C-------
Tyler looked up as the door to the A/V lab opened.
"Hey stringbean." Calleigh drawled, sitting down.
"Hey Calleigh. How are you doing?"
"I just want this to be over and done with." she sighed, handing over the USB. "Can you go over this and see if anything gives up where he is?"
"Yeah of course." Tyler nodded, sticking the USB into a computer. "How's Speed?"
"Passed out."
"He doesn't know you're here?"
"No."
S/C------
Tim groaned and rolled over as someone shook his shoulder roughly.
"Dad!"
"Five more minutes." Tim mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.
"No!" Abbie shook him harder.
"Alright I'm up!" Tim growled, sitting up slowly. "What the hell is your problem anyway?"
"Mom's not here."
"What do you mean she's not here? She's..." Tim trailed off and saw he was in bed alone. "Calleigh?"
"Don't try it! I looked over the whole house. She's not here!"
"Look, go downstairs and call your uncle." Tim muttered, pulling a pair of jeans on. "Now!"
"I'm going!" Abbie squealed, running out of the room. Tim ran a hand through his hair and walked out of the room, grabbing his cell phone on his way. "... I don't know! He told me to call you. Yes I suppose he's not mad at you anymore. It's broken huh? Well don't complain to me. Yes I know I'm his da— I do not have an attitude!"
Tim grabbed the phone from Abbie and cradled it between his ear and shoulder as he tried to get a cup of coffee.
"Yeah. Where are you? Calleigh's not with you? Okay. No I don't know. Yes I'm sorry about punching you but sometimes you just don't know when to shut up. I don't know Eric, maybe's she's at the lab. No I'm not thinking the worst yet. Well I'm going there right now. Alright, later."
Tim turned the phone off and turned to Abbie.
"Go wake Nicky up and tell him to get ready." he said.
"Where are we going?" Abbie asked.
"To CSI. I'm not leaving you guys alone. I don't know how long I'm gonna be gone and you guys are safer there than here."
"What about Mom?"
"We're gonna find out." Tim replied.
S/C-------
"Tyler, how's it going buddy?" Tim asked cheerfully. He smiled weakly.
"Pretty good Speed and how about yourself?"
"Well... my daughter's been kidnapped by a psychopath and my wife has gone out to look for them and sources say you were the last person she saw. What did I tell you?"
"She was going to kill me." Tyler lied.
"Did she go?"
"Yes."
"TYLER!"
"I... jeez... I.. Please don't punch me." he cowered in his chair and Tim laughed.
"This is unbelievable. I told you Tyler, not to let her know anything on this and what do you go and do? Process evidence for her! And it wasn't just any evidence. It was the USB that had the web feed on it. The USB that may have showed where they were. So what did you do?"
"I didn't get to process the USB yet." Tyler replied. "Kerner called Calleigh."
"Oh Jesus and you let her leave?"
"I didn't let her. I got a trace on the number and she ran out of here like a bat out of hell."
"Meaning you let her." Tim muttered. "Where's that address?"
S/C-------
Tim pulled his Hummer up in front of an apartment building and wasn't surprised to see the other Hummer there. He got out and walked up to the apartment number Tyler had given him and knocked on the door. An elderly lady answered and Tim smiled.
"Hi. I'm Detective Speedle with the Miami-Dade Crime..."
"I'm already talking to a detective." she interrupted. Tim peeked past the old woman and saw his beautiful, blonde wife sitting on a couch.
"Yes well, see I'm working with Det. Duquesne so if I could just come in..."
"I don't see why not. I'm Maria Kerner."
'Smooth Calleigh.' Tim thought as he sat next to her. She gave him a small smile and turned back to Maria when she sat down.
"So Mrs. Kerner, I got a phone call earlier today and one of my A/V experts traced it to your apartment. But I wasn't talking to you." Calleigh said. Tim scooted closer to her so he was practically on top of her. He looked around cautiously, hoping that Kerner wasn't going to pop out of the shadows.
"Well no one else was here and I certainly didn't call you."
"Your son was recently paroled was he not?" Tim asked.
"Hank? Yes. Poor thing. He didn't commit those murders." Maria replied. Tim nodded, knowing not to lose his cool.
"Mrs. Kerner, Hank called me from your phone, meaning he was here and he may still be here." Calleigh said. Tim casually grabbed her hand that was hidden by their legs. "Hank is the main suspect in the kidnapping of a fifteen-year-old girl. If you don't tell us where he is then you'll be an accessory to kidnapping."
Maria stared at the two CSIs and sighed.
"He was here. He asked me if he could use my phone quickly. He used it and then left, I don't know where." she said quietly.
"Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?" Tim asked. Calleigh gave his hand a painful squeeze.
"I'm not!"
"Maria, please!" Calleigh exclaimed. "The girl he has is our daughter and if we don't get to her within a few hours then she's going to die! Do you want that on your conscience?"
"He's at some warehouse. That's all I know. I don't know where."
"Does this warehouse have a name?" Tim asked.
"No. Not that I know of."
"If he contacts you, call us." Tim handed over his card and pulled Calleigh out the door. Once they were out in the elevator, Tim turned on Calleigh. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me! Why the hell would you go there?"
"Oh excuse me that I wanted our daughter back."
"Don't play this off like I don't give a shit and she could rot in hell for all I care because you and I know that that is so far off from the truth. Calleigh, god dammit! You could've been killed if he was there!"
"Well he wasn't there. And besides, I have a Kevlar on."
"Oh you had a Kevlar on." Tim nodded. "What if he took you hostage? You don't have a gun. You can't protect yourself."
Calleigh pushed her jacket aside.
"Where the hell did you get those?"
"The gun safe and your desk, genius. It doesn't take someone of high intelligence to figure out where you kept all my stuff. Look, I'm sorry if I scared you this morning."
"Scared me? Hell I was about to have a heart attack!" Tim exclaimed exasperatedly.
"I understand that but I'm not going to sit around and wait for something bad to happen."
"You don't call this bad?"
"Worse then." Calleigh revised as her cell phone went off. "Calleigh Speedle."
"Hey it's Tyler. I got an address for Kerner."
"Okay." Calleigh listened for a minute and hung up. "Well I'm going back to the lab."
Tim nodded and walked over to the Hummer. He pulled out of the parking lot first and about five minutes later, he noticed Calleigh wasn't behind him.
