Calleigh shifted slightly and stared at Tim's back.

"I really don't know what to say you." she said quietly.

"I'm sorry."

"Tim, you said that this would be a quick thing. When you didn't call after a month, I started thinking maybe you really did die."

"I was still being watched. I didn't want them coming after you Calleigh." he said, looking at her over his shoulder. She saw the pained look on his features.

"Nice job on that." she spat. "And then you and Horatio decide to get together and let Meghan know that you were still alive? I thought we decided not to let them know. I figured you decided not to let me know what was going on anymore or you died and no one was telling me."

Tim turned around so he was facing her.

"You don't know how hard it's been."

"Oh it must've been very hard living the bachelor life while I was stuck raising two kids on my own!" Calleigh exclaimed. "And what time is it?"

"Noon." Tim replied. "At least you had the kids, our friends, and our families. I had no one. I was in isolation."

"So why are you here now?"

"I figured you needed me."

"I've needed you since day one." Calleigh said, hot, angry tears spilling onto her cheeks. She quickly turned her head away, her hand quickly wiping her tears. Tim grasped her chin gently and turned her face back to his.

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Eric glanced up when Calleigh and Tim walked downstairs. He smirked slightly, unable to contain himself.

"Speed, your shirt's inside out."

"Thanks Delko." he muttered, hearing the door open behind them.

"Mom? What's going on?"

"James, come here." Calleigh put an arm around his and sat him down on the couch. James looked up and locked eyes with his father. James was too young when Tim left to remember what he looked like but he had seen enough pictures.

"This isn't possible." he said.

"It is." Tim said. "And I know what you're thinking."

"You have no idea what I'm thinking." James said quietly, looking over at his mother. "Where's Meghan? Why are all these people here? Why is he here?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

James gave Tim a dirty look and turned his attention back to Calleigh.

"See, Jay. I told you you're just like him." Eric smirked, cuffing him lightly across the head.

"Will you three stop for just a second?" Calleigh asked.

"I didn't do anything." Tim defended. Calleigh gave him a look and started explaining everything to James. She told him about Tim going into protection, about Meghan going missing, and that was why it seemed the whole lab was in their house now.

"So you just left us?" James asked, giving his father a glare.

"It was for you guys." Tim explained. "If I stayed, you would've gotten hurt and I didn't want that."

"It still hurt. You don't know how Mom was, you don't..."

"Jay, I knew." Calleigh interrupted. "All of us knew. Uncle Eric, Uncle Horatio..."

"So you couldn't tell me?" he snapped. "You don't know what it was like growing up without a father, and your protecting scheme worked great since whoever wants you dead now has Meghan."

"James..."

"No! I don't want to listen to any of you!" he yelled and ran upstairs, slamming his bedroom door.

"Who wants to talk to him?" Tim asked. Calleigh and Eric backed away. "Great."

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Tim opened James's door slowly and a pair of dark eyes glared at him.

"Go away."

"Listen I know you really hate me and figure you don't have to listen to me because I haven't been around but I still am your father so you do have to."

"You can talk but you're just going to be wasting your breath because I won't be listening." James said.

"Okay well I'll still talk." Tim said. "I know you're mad at me but you have to understand I never wanted to do this. I wanted to be with you, Meghan, and your mom. But I didn't want you guys getting hurt by what would be going on."

"Well Meghan is hurt!"

"We don't know that." Tim said. "Okay? But I promise you James that I will do everything in my power to find her and keep you and Mom safe okay?"

"I don't understand why you just didn't stay. Trap whoever this is." he muttered.

"I don't expect you to understand. That would've worked except this person is very good at hiding their identity."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not... you're not going to leave again are you? I mean, if this person comes back you won't go back in hiding?" James asked. Tim sighed and rested his chin in his palm.

"I don't know James." he admitted.

"I don't want you too."

"I don't want to either."

"Don't you think that you'd protect us better if you were here than away some where?" James stood up and ran out, leaving his father to ponder this. Tim smiled. He was just like him. Tim shook his head, a grin still on his face and walked downstairs. He found James and Calleigh deep in conversation.

"James,"

He looked up.

"I'm not." Tim said. James grinned and Calleigh, for a second, was scared when she saw the identical look on the boys' faces. James jumped out of his chair and hugged Tim tightly. He hugged him back and smiled at Calleigh over James's head.

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

"Night Mom. Night Dad." James yawned, stumbling upstairs.

"Night sweetheart." Calleigh called from the kitchen.

"Night Jay." Tim mumbled, trying to get the TV to work. "Dammit, Calleigh you broke my TV."

"I didn't break anything. You have it on the wrong channel." she replied, grabbing the remote from him. She turned the TV on and he stared at her. "What? Oh it's a new remote."

Tim nodded and they sat on the couch watching TV for a while. After about an hour of watching CSI (haha couldn't resist) and mocking the stupidity of the writers, Tim turned the baseball game on and looked over at Calleigh, not surprised to see her crying.

"Honey..." he pulled her into his arms and she cried into his shoulder. "Everything's gonna be fine."

"I-I know. I... I just want our baby back Tim." she sobbed. Tim kissed her forehead and rocked her slightly.

"I know. I want her back too. I'll get her back Calleigh. I promise you I will."