Tim let out a huge yawn and dropped his head on Calleigh's shoulder, his eyes drooping.
"Now, the house will be a great place to have the wedding." Linda said.
"No. We're having it here in Miami." Tim mumbled. His mother ignored him.
"No." Cynthia shook her head. "Calleigh, what about your grandparents' plantation?"
"No. We're having it here in Miami." Calleigh said.
"What's wrong with New York?" Linda asked, turning to look at Cynthia.
"Well what's wrong with Louisiana?" she retorted.
"We're having it here in Miami!" the couple shouted.
"Why?" Cynthia asked.
"Because all of our friends are here." Calleigh replied. "Except Stephanie and Mark."
"Tim, you know your father... he doesn't like planes and his knee gets too stiff if he sits for too long and there's not a lot of leg room on a plane." Linda said.
"Oh okay. Cal, we're gonna have it in Syracuse." Tim said sarcastically.
"Don't get fresh." his mother snapped.
"Teach your son some manners... give him a few grooming tips as well." Cynthia sniffed.
"Here we go." Calleigh mumbled, pulling Tim into the kitchen.
"I just want to go back to sleep!" he whined, holding her tightly. "Is that so much to ask for sweetheart?"
"Tim, just wait about an hour. They'll be gone by then."
S/C-------
Two hours later...
"This dress is nice." Cynthia commented, pointing to the magazine.
"No. I don't like that." Linda said.
"Neither do I." Calleigh agreed.
"Oh so you're agreeing with her now." Cynthia said flatly.
"No. I just have different taste than you."
"Mhmm. You said you liked it yesterday."
"Mom this is a totally different dress."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Can we go onto a different dress?" Tim asked, his head buried in his hands. 'God what I'd give for Horatio to call me in right now.'
"No. What's wrong with it?" Cynthia asked.
"It's too frilly. I just want something simple." Calleigh replied as the phone rang. Tim gratefully lunged for it and pressed talk.
"Hello?"
"Speed?"
"Horatio! Oh man I love you!"
"... okay. I know it's your day off..."
"You need me?"
"I need Calleigh too. There's been a shooting."
"Where?"
Horatio rattled off the address and Tim hung up the phone. He nudged Calleigh with his elbow.
"Go get ready for work. There's been a shooting."
"A shooting." Calleigh got a psychotic grin on her face. "I'm sorry but you two are going to have to leave."
S/C------
Calleigh sighed as she walked into the crime scene behind Tim.
"Sometimes I hate this job." she muttered, seeing the victims lying on the floor. "How old is she?"
Alexx looked up at her and sighed.
"Six. Her mother, it looks like, didn't seem to put up much of a fight." she replied. Tim looked around.
"Where's her father?"
"Angie was single." a voice said behind them. Calleigh turned around and put on a sympathetic smile.
"Miss, I'm sorry but this is an active crime scene and if we want to know what happened I'm going to ask you to step behind the yellow tape." she said. The young woman nodded and was escorted out of the house as Horatio and Eric walked in. "Who was she?"
Eric glanced down at the pad in his hand.
"Kiera Martin." he read. "She's the sister of the deceased, Morgan. Said she came over to pick Lilly, the girl, up for ballet practice and found them both dead in the living room."
"Doesn't seem to broken up." Tim observed, watching the brunette from the window.
"Oh she was." Horatio said. "Sobbing hysterically, wanting answers..."
"Like any family member." Calleigh shook her head. "Okay. I'll start with casings."
S/C------
"I'm off to the lab." Calleigh said. "How long are you going to be?"
"A while." Tim muttered. "Can you drop these swabs off in DNA?"
"Yeah." Calleigh nodded.
"I'll help you get this stuff out to the truck."
"What a gentleman."
Tim smiled and grabbed Calleigh's field kit.
"I'm sorry about before... with my mom I mean." he said, lifting the tape for her. Calleigh went under and opened the trunk of the Hummer. "I should've told you."
"It's okay Tim."
"No it's not. Now we're both suffering from her wrath. I shouldn't have told her to come down."
"Listen, I like your mom. I do. It's just when she and my mother are in the same room then it's like the gates of Hell have opened up." Calleigh said. Tim put the field kit in the truck and closed the trunk. "I'm not mad at you so don't worry about it. Just don't keep any other things from me."
"I'm not." Tim leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you back at the lab."
"Yeah." Calleigh got into the driver's seat and drove off. Tim walked back towards the house when he heard someone call his name. He saw Kiera Martin standing behind the yellow tape so he walked over.
"Uh... Ms. Martin, you should go home and get some rest. When we know something we'll call you."
"Tim, you don't even remember do you?" Kiera asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"Forget it."
"No. Have we met before?"
"No. I must be mistaking you for someone else. I think I will go home."
S/C------
Eric gripped the print-out tightly in his hand and walked through the halls of CSI trying to find Horatio. He found him, speaking with Rick Stetler.
"Horatio, we uh... we need to talk." Eric said quietly.
"About what Eric?" he asked.
"I got a hit off the print I found."
"And? Who does it belong to?"
"I'd rather talk with you in private." Eric gave him a look. Rick crossed his arms and gave Eric a look.
"Delko do you have something pertinent to your case?" he asked.
"Yes. And I think this is quite important Horatio. You... this could effect a lot of things."
Horatio pulled Eric off to the side.
"Who did the match belong to Eric?" he asked quietly. Eric handed the print-out over and Horatio looked up at him. "Are you sure?"
Rick stood a few feet away but he heard something that caught his attention and headed towards DNA.
"Maxine!"
"Yes sir?" Valera looked up from the swab she was testing.
"Do you have the swabs from the Martin case finished?"
"Yes. Calleigh signed off on them. I paged her right now."
"Can I see the results?"
Valera handed them over. Rick's lips curled into a smile.
"Thank you." he took the results and went out into the hallway, pulling his cell phone out as he did. "Yeah Horatio? I want your whole team in your office in five minutes."
S/C-------
Eric, Calleigh, and Tim looked at each other as they sat in Horatio's office. He had called them up, saying to be up in his office in five minutes. Eric shifted uncomfortably as Rick walked in.
"Rick, what is this about?" Horatio played it off like he knew nothing.
"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Delko." he said, his eyes scanning each of the CSIs. Rick held out the DNA results to Calleigh. "I picked these up for you Calleigh."
She bit her bottom lip and opened it.
"That's not possible." she said, handing them back. "I would've known."
"Do you tell everything to each other?" Rick asked.
"Yes."
"Rick, do you mind if I saw those?" Horatio asked.
"No not at all Horatio." he passed them over to the redhead and Horatio read them. He took a deep breath and looked up at his team. "Speed..."
"Yeah?"
"Is there anything you'd like to share?"
"No..." Tim said slowly. "What's this about?"
"Enough with the games Horatio." Rick sneered. "Speedle, you've been hiding something from all of us, especially your fiancee."
Calleigh looked at Tim and he gave Rick an incredulous look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Then why were your fingerprints found at the crime scene?"
"I probably touched something without my gloves on. What is this about?"
"Did you touch the murder weapon?"
"No. Calleigh found it."
"Calleigh, did you place Speedle's fingerprints on the murder weapon?"
"Enough Rick." Horatio said sternly. "Speed, take a look at this."
He grabbed the file and read the DNA results. The sample he'd taken from the little girl's blood pool had alleles in common with...