A/N: The beginning part of this chapter is Calleigh's flashback and then it'll go into the present time.
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"We can't stay here." Tim said, tossing the file onto the table.
"Yes we can. It's our workplace. No one can kick us out." Calleigh replied.
"Workaholic."
"Look who's talking."
"I'm the one telling us to leave!"
"How many cases have you not want to leave?"
Tim shut his mouth.
"Exactly." Calleigh muttered. "You want to take this to my place? I'll cook you dinner?"
Tim noticed the hesitant tone in her voice but chose to ignore it. He knew about her feelings for him.
"Yeah." he nodded. It wasn't unusual. They were best friends. About twenty minutes later the two of them were sitting in Calleigh's kitchen talking.
"So... you glad you're back?" she asked. Tim nodded.
"I never intended to leave. It just... happened. Boston was alright, except for the die-hard Red Sox fans." he replied. Calleigh smirked. She knew all about Tim's obsession with the Yankees, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. And because of this, she listened to every story about the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry.
"Why did you leave Tim? Dispo Day?"
"It wasn't fun having IAB on my ass." he muttered. "Besides I couldn't sleep at night, knowing what gone down. I thought maybe if I got away then everything would go away."
"How did you meet Stacey?"
"I had no idea she was your sister Calleigh. Hill and Duquesne aren't exactly the same last name." Tim defended.
"I know. I took my mom's name when I came to Miami. Wanted to leave the past behind." she said. "But how did you meet her?"
"I met her at a restaurant. We started talking and she gave me her number."
Calleigh nodded and they ate in silence for a while.
"Hey, can I check on the game?" Tim asked. Calleigh nodded.
"Go ahead. I think I'll join you." she replied and they both walked into the living room. Calleigh tripped over her shoe and she stumbled into Tim, who landed on his back on the couch. Calleigh landed on top of him, her eyes wide. "I... Tim, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I um... fell on you."
"It's okay."
Calleigh shook her head and went to move off Tim but he wrapped his arms around her waist. She sighed and looked away from him.
"Tim, I need to get off you."
"No you don't."
"Yeah I do."
"No you don't."
"I..."
"You what?"
"I can't just lay on top of you like this."
"What if I want you to?"
Calleigh turned her head and looked at Tim. He pulled her face closer to his and kissed her gently. When they pulled apart, Calleigh shook her head.
"We can't."
"I... I didn't mean to, but um... I heard you and Alexx talking." Tim said quietly. "Calleigh..."
"Tim, no. You're..."
"I love you too."
"You're dating my sister."
"I don't care. I don't love her. I thought I did but I don't. These past few months that I've been back, I realized... Calleigh, I love you."
"I don't want to get between you two." she whispered.
"You're not." Tim assured. "I just... I just want to be with you."
"I... we can't!" Calleigh exclaimed. "Tim, we just can't. She's my sister. I'd... I couldn't do that to her."
But when Tim kissed her again, Calleigh's protests suddenly faded away. What was she saying? She had wanted this since the first day she had laid eyes on Tim Speedle. When they pulled away again, Calleigh saw the begging look in Tim's eyes.
"Cal, please... say it."
Say what? Calleigh wasn't stupid but she knew that if she said those three, tiny, dangerous words then she would not want him to leave.
"I..."
'Stop it Calleigh.' she thought. 'Don't say it.'
"I love you Tim."
Calleigh stood up and pulled Tim off the couch. For a second, Tim thought she was making him leave. But when Calleigh turned down the hallway instead of going to the front door, Tim pulled her back to him, scooping her up in his arms.
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PRESENT
Tim looked up when Calleigh walked into the kitchen, a smile on her face.
"What's the smile for?" he asked. Calleigh shook her head, leaning down to kiss him. Tim pulled away playfully. "Not until you tell me."
"Oh that's unfair." she pouted. "I was just thinking about you."
Tim pulled her down into his lap, kissing her soundly.
"Your mom called."
"Joy. I just keep getting so many surprises from them huh?" Calleigh asked dryly.
"Hey, your mom doesn't care. Hell, babe I don't think she'd care if I married your brother. She's just glad I'm part of your family." Tim smirked.
"Well, I'm glad you married me instead of my brother." Calleigh winked, grabbing the phone of the table. She leaned back against Tim as she dialed her mother's number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mom."
"Calleigh! Tim said you were sleeping."
"Yeah I just got up. What's going on?"
"Your sister called me."
"Mom, she ran out. I tried talking to her..."
"Calleigh, I just wish you'd be nicer to her."
"I try! Look, I feel horrible for the way things turned about between her and Tim."
"He cheated on her with you!"
"Technically..."
"No technicalities Calleigh. She's your sister."
"I've noticed."
"You've always taken things away from her."
"Did you call to give me a guilt trip?" Calleigh asked, looking at Tim. She frowned and leaned closer to him and went to wipe a smudge of syrup off his cheek. She paused though and grinned at him, licking it off quickly. He emitted a loud groan and tightened his grasp on Calleigh's waist.
"What is going on over there?"
"What? Nothing." Calleigh replied innocently. "Mom, why did you call?"
"Just... your sister has been very upset and depressed and she was coming out of it, then she came over and saw Anna. Honey, she went through so much and Tim..."
"...was like a savior for her and she wishes she had my life. I've heard. I have to get ready for work."
"You're on mat—" Calleigh hung up before her mother could finish her sentence.
"I'm sorry. I thought she wanted to talk."
"She did. About Stacey. Why does it always have to be about Stacey?"
