A year and a half later...

Stacey's head snapped up as the guard opened her cell door.

"I'm free?" she asked hopefully. The guard laughed and shook her head.

"Your sister wants to talk with you."

Stacey scowled and stayed seated.

"I don't want to talk with her."

"Come on Stacey she comes at least every month and you always ignore her. Just hear what she has to say." The guard led her to the sitting area, where Calleigh was. She nodded her head at the phone and Stacey rolled her eyes but picked it up.

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you. You ruined my life. If you let Tim be a big boy and make his own decisions then I wouldn't be in here." Stacey hung the phone up and Calleigh hit the window separating them. Stacey stared at her and Calleigh pointed to the phone. She shook her head and Calleigh nodded. Finally Stacey picked it up and was not shocked to hear her sister yelling at her.

"I did not ruin your life."

"Yes you did! You made yourself get pregnant so that Tim would have to stay with you!"

"Yes because I said, 'Let me get pregnant so Tim has to stay with me and Stacey is upset.' Grow up Stacey. Tim was a big boy and made his own decisions. I happened to be one of them. I'm sorry! You didn't have to go and kidnap my daughter just because you're jealous of me."

"She should've been mine!" Stacey exclaimed. "You had to ruin everything that was going for me!"

"I didn't ruin anything. If you want someone to be mad at then be mad at Tim. I told you. I told you I didn't want to start something with him because of you. You're my little sister Stacey and I love you. I didn't want to hurt you. You dated him! You know how persuasive he can be! I'm sorry that I gave into my feelings and I'm sorry that I thought that you could actually be happy for me for once. As for you being in here... you shouldn't go kidnap your niece! Of course you're going to get arrested! I didn't have anything to do with that. I didn't hop into your brain and tell you to kidnap Anna. You know, I really hope the time that you spend in here makes you realize how stupid you've acted."

Stacey was silent, digesting everything Calleigh had said.

"I'm going now. So I hope you think long and hard about everything." Calleigh went on. "I'm sorry that you stooped so low to get yourself stuck in jail for a good portion of the rest of your life. You just had to be so selfish and had to have everything your way. In the end, it all went in my favor anyway."

"I hate you." Stacey finally said. "I hate everything about you. You think you're so damn perfect."

"Stacey, all you had to do was try and you would've had everything that I have. You would've had the job, the family, the house. Everything. Instead of being a little, prissy bitch and thinking everyone would do everything for you, you should've tried." Calleigh hung up the phone on her side and stood up. Stacey stared at her, their identical green eyes boring into the other's. Calleigh finally turned away and walked out. She got into her SUV and Tim looked over at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Calleigh nodded. "We better get home. Eric must be dying, having to act like an adult and take care of a baby."

Tim snickered and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove in silence for a while and then Tim spoke up.

"Baby, you know you shouldn't feel bad right? I mean, she did this to herself." he said, resting his hand on Calleigh's leg.

"I know." she sighed. "I just... I can't help but feel I pushed her to it."

"Why? Because you made your life how you wanted it to be? If she wants someone to be mad at, it should be me."

"I told her that but you know, she's in love with you and seems to think you can do no wrong."

"Well we know I can't." Tim smirked. Calleigh laughed and shook her head.

"So if it isn't you to yell at then she picks on me because I always had what she didn't."

"It's not your fault. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that Calleigh. When is it going to sink it?"

"Someday."

"Someday." Tim repeated.

S/C------

"Anna, stop!" Eric cried, chasing her through the Speedle house. She giggled loudly and slipped out of her godfather's reach. "Why do you have to be so much like your mother?"

"Mama!"

"Yes you're like your mother."

"No! Mama!" Anna ran over to the door and Calleigh smiled, picking her up. Tim shut the door, smiling to himself.

"Hello my angel." she cooed, kissing her cheek. "Were you good for Uncle Eric?"

"No. She was not good for Uncle Eric." Eric snapped. "She's Satan child!"

"No she isn't." Calleigh smiled. "Uncle Eric just can't handle a one year old."

"You're welcome Calleigh for watching your daughter." he sneered. "I'll see you guys later. I'm going to get a slice of pizza."

"Have fun." Tim smirked. "Thanks Eric."

"Yeah whatever." he muttered. Tim shook his head and closed the door behind his best friend.

"He complains now." Calleigh smirked. "Wait till we have two."

Tim stared at her.

"What?" she asked, walking upstairs.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Tim asked, following her.

"Maybe." Calleigh winked.

S/C---------

Calleigh walked downstairs and smiled at the sight before her. Tim was laying on the couch, Anna nestled into his side, her head tucked under his chin. Anna's arm was wrapped around Tim's chest, a handful of his navy t-shirt clutched in her tiny hand. They were both asleep. Calleigh didn't have the heart to wake them up but... she did have the heart to take a picture. She grinned as she grabbed her digital camera and snapped a picture. That was one for the bulletin board at CSI. Calleigh put her camera back and then grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over her slumbering husband and daughter. Calleigh glanced at the TV and stifled a laugh, seeing they had been watching Cinderella. Anna did not know how much control she had over her father.

If someone asked Calleigh a few years ago if she would be married to Tim Speedle, have a daughter, and another baby on the way, she would've laughed in their faces. If someone asked her if the sardonic, sarcastic Tim Speedle would actually be a warm, caring, loving husband and father that watched Cinderella... well Calleigh would've told them to go check into an insane asylum. She just shook her head, wondering how she ever got her life like this and turned the DVD off. Calleigh knelt down next to the couch and brushed a blonde curl out of Anna's eyes. She smiled and pushed herself into a standing position, using the couch as leverage.

"That was my wrist." Tim mumbled, his voice laced with sleep. Calleigh smiled and kissed his lips softly.

"Go back to sleep." she whispered, careful to not wake Anna.

"Stay with me."

"Not enough room."

Tim shifted Anna slightly so he could move over. She didn't wake up. Tim patted the leather couch and Calleigh rolled her eyes as she lay down next to him. He slipped his free arm around her and her arm went around him, her hand resting on the side of his neck. Tim listened as Calleigh's breathing evened out, indicating she was asleep. But he found it hard to go back to sleep. His thoughts drifted back to when he was sitting in the parking lot of the jail, waiting for Calleigh to come out so they could go home to their precious Anna. He had thought about what had happened and then thought about what would've happened if he hadn't married Calleigh, if they hadn't had Anna. Let's just say that it had been a horrible vision for him.

Tim had realized how lucky he was. He realized how much he needed Calleigh; how he needed to see her smiling face every morning, to feel her wrapped up in her arms like right now, to have her to talk to. He realized how much he need Anna; she was still a baby but she lit up his world every time he saw her, or heard her laugh, or saw her smile. Tim tightened his hold on each of his girls, causing one to wake up slightly.

"Don't squish her." Calleigh mumbled incoherently. Tim didn't say anything and they both drifted off to sleep.

the end