Calleigh stood outside of Trace, a dreamy look on her face as she was Tim work.
"Wishing for something?" Eric grinned, walking by.
"Haha." Calleigh said dryly. Eric winked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, then walked into Trace. "Hey Daddy."
"Hey Mommy." Tim smirked. "What's up?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to talk."
"Well if you're going to talk then you can do some swabs too." Tim waved a few envelopes at her. Calleigh sighed dramatically and sat down next to him. They worked in silence for a few minutes until Tim spoke. "I thought you were going to talk."
"Listen,"
"I am."
"Shut up. Last night... you should not have done what you did."
"You're not my mother."
"No but I am our daughter's mother and I don't need you setting a horrible example for her. You never drink Tim."
"So?" he muttered, standing up. He put a few swabs into a machine and sat back down.
"Just because I'm seeing someone..." Calleigh started again.
"Calleigh, it wasn't about that. Eric and I decided to have some fun."
"Eric seemed pretty sober when he called me. You, on the other hand, he said you were passed out on his kitchen table!"
"I wasn't passed out." Tim defended. Calleigh gave him a look.
"You may think I'm stupid but I'm not."
"I don't think that."
"Mhmm, sure. Tim, Mike is a nice guy."
"You've dated him before haven't you?"
"In high school. When I went to Tulane, we split."
"Oh how sweet. You found your true love again." Tim sneered, sliding his stool over to the printer.
"You're just jealous." Calleigh stuck her tongue at him.
"No I'm not." 'Yes you are Speed.' he thought. Calleigh sighed and walked over to where he was.
"You know, just because I don't love you,"
"Gee, thanks Cal."
"I do love you, just like I love Eric and Horatio," she smiled. 'Liar.' "But you're gonna have to understand that I will being seeing guys and one day finding the right guy, and then getting engaged, and then getting married..."
It took all Tim had not to say that she could've had that already.
"But you're still going to be living in the same city for God's sake, and Christine is your daughter. I'm not going to get married and move off to Alaska and never let you see her again."
"I know."
"Then why are you all like, 'grr... if I'm not going to marry her then no one can!'"
"I didn't say that."
"You're acting like it."
"Did you tell Mike?"
"You asked me this this morning!"
"I know but I thought maybe you called him." Tim muttered. Calleigh sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"I will... eventually."
"Calleigh, he would rather you be honest with him."
"He's a really nice guy Tim and well... I would like to think that something could come of this. But switch places with Mike for a second. Say he was my best friend and got me pregnant after a drunken night and you were my ex-boyfriend from high school that my mother set up on a blind date. Would you want me to say, 'oh yeah I forgot. I have a daughter and the guy that bolted out of the house when we first saw each other was her father, who really lives here with us?'"
"I wouldn't care because you're an amazing woman and I would get past it." Tim smirked. Calleigh smacked the back of his head. Tim winced as he read a few printouts.
"You know," Calleigh started, playing with Tim's hair, "people think our life is complicated."
"Why are you touching me?"
"Because you have curly hair and don't have to do anything to get it! I have to sit for hours to get my hair curly."
"I'm sorry that I'm special." Tim teased.
"Yes but as I was saying, people think our life is complicated."
"It's not complicated."
"It's not complicated to us because it works." Calleigh said quietly. "Can I straighten your hair when we get home?"
"No you cannot. Of course it works. We... we work well together."
"Yes... Timmy, you'd look cute with straight hair."
"Shut up about my hair and don't ever call me Timmy again."
Calleigh smirked and went on.
"We do make a good team huh?"
"Yeah we do." Tim agreed. They went into a lapse of silence and Tim sighed, feeling Calleigh's fingers still in his hair. "You're still playing with my hair."
"If we straighten it I could braid it!"
"You're scaring me."
S/C---------
"You know, you could just tell her." Eric said. Tim shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of soda.
"No. She's happy."
"Oh how... noble."
"Shut up."
"You never know Speed. She could feel the same." Alexx said.
"Who invited you into this conversation? Actually, I didn't know we were having this conversation."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Eric asked. Tim sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Listen to me. Both of you. We just talked. She doesn't love me. She told me. We feel the same way about each other."
"Well if saying you don't love each other is what we're calling it nowadays..."
"Eric, I don't love her!"
"You were singing a different song last night."
"Shut up. Don't bring that up. I'm serious Delko."
"What did you say last night?" Alexx pried. Tim glared at Eric, who smirked.
"Well he was drunk and you know, alcohol can make a person open up. He said he— hey Cal."
"Hi." she smiled. "What are we talking about?"
"Nothing of importance." Tim replied. Eric and Alexx rolled their eyes at each other. Calleigh gave a suspicious look but grabbed a cup of coffee.
"God I missed coffee so much when I was pregnant."
"You're already hyper Cal. Don't see why you need it." Eric grinned. Tim snickered.
"Hey you try raising a kid." Alexx said, giving the boys a pointed look. "You'd need lots of coffee too."
"I do raise my kid." Tim retorted.
"He does. He's a very good father." Calleigh added, sliding into the seat next to him.
"Speed, you could use her." Eric said a few seconds later.
"Me?" Calleigh asked.
"Chrissy." Eric replied. "Women go for kids. Single dad, cute kid..."
"You are not using my baby to pick up women Eric." Calleigh said sternly, though a smile was on her face.
"You always spoil my fun." he pouted.
"I'm afraid I'm going to spoil your fun as well."
The four of them jumped, not even seeing Horatio in the room.
"We have a crime scene. Sorry to cut your break short."
"I'll drive." Tim offered. Alexx and Eric exchanged a look. It would have to wait until later.
