Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.

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"Hey Paula." Tim greeted.

"Hey Tim. You done with those?" she asked, motioning towards the evidence boxes.

"Yeah. Can you put them back?" he replied. Paula nodded and Tim signed the boxes quickly. "Thanks."

"No problem. Oh you've got a message over there."

Tim sighed and picked up the yellow post-it. He rolled his eyes and crumpled it up as a young teenager walked up to the receptionist's desk.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Uh... I'm not sure." the girl replied. "I'm looking for uh..." she glanced down at a paper in her hand, "Calleigh Duquesne. Is she here?"

"Yeah..." Tim said slowly. "She's down in ballistics. I can have her up here in a minute."

"I uh... don't want to be an inconvenience."

"No Calleigh doesn't mind." Tim pulled his cell phone off his belt and dialed Calleigh's cell.

"Well hello gorgeous." she drawled.

"What if I was Horatio?"

"Oh it's you. I thought it was Horatio. What's on your mind my darling husband?"

"Well I can't say it in front of a kid."

"Ooh naughty. Wait what kid?"

"There's a girl in the lobby asking for you. She's about 13-14."

"Um... okay. I'll be right up."

"Alrighty." Tim snapped his phone shut and looked down at the girl. "She'll be a few minutes."

"Okay. Thank you uh..."

"Tim. Tim Speedle. And you are?"

"Dana. Dana Wilkes."

"Nice to meet you Dana. Here's Calleigh."

The southern belle walked over and gave Tim a smile, then Dana a warmer one.

"Hi. I'm Calleigh Duquesne."

"Dana Wilkes."

"I'll leave you two alone." Tim said, squeezing Calleigh's shoulder lightly as he passed her.

"So Dana, what brings you to CSI?"

"Uh... well is there somewhere where we can talk?"

"Yeah." Calleigh led her to the hallway off the lobby. "Why are you here?"

"Um... well... God this is awkward. I feel stupid for coming." Dana mumbled. "You uh... I'm... did you give a daughter up for adoption when you were eighteen?"

Calleigh sunk down into the chairs.

"H-How did you know that?" she asked, a look of shock on her face.

"Well uh... I'm her."

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"Speedle."

"Hi honey. I'm on my way home."

"Okay. You left the lab pretty quickly. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I decided to give the girl, Dana a ride home."

"Oh. What was that about anyway?"

"Just an old, old, old case." Calleigh lied.

"Alright. How far are you from home?"

"About fifteen minutes. I'll see you then."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." Calleigh snapped her cell phone shut and turned to Dana slightly. "How did you find out?"

"I was going through my father's office one day and I found the papers. I decided that I had been lied to enough in my fourteen years of life and I wanted to find you. Why did you give me up?"

"Because Dana, I was 18. I couldn't take care of a baby. I wanted what was best for you. You seem like a smart, young girl. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Is this it?" Calleigh asked, pulling up to an average house. Dana nodded. Calleigh pulled out her card and grabbed a pen out of the cup holder. She scribbled her home number on the back of it and handed it over to the girl. "If you need anything just call. Okay?"

Dana nodded.

"Thanks for the ride. You didn't have to take me home."

"I wanted to." Calleigh said. "Well uh... good night."

"Good night." Dana got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the door. She gave a slight wave and Calleigh drove off. The door opened and a dark haired man appeared at the door.

"Where've you been?"

"Out." Dana replied.

"Who was that? How many times have your mother and I told you not to take rides from strangers?"

"She was a detective with the crime lab."

"Why were you there?"

"It's not any of your business." Dana sneered. Jake grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Don't give me an attitude. Why were you there? Did you tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

Jake slapped her across the face.

"Get up to your room. I don't want to see you until tomorrow."

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"Hey." Calleigh called, shutting the door behind her. She leaned down over the couch and kissed Tim's cheek quickly. "What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care."

"Spaghetti, okay."

"Baby, are you okay?"

"I'm fine sweetie. Why?" Calleigh asked. Tim stared at her.

"You're acting like you're high. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."