The next month was painfully slow for Calleigh. She couldn't help thinking about Tim, who was now residing on Alexx's couch. She didn't want him coming back to work, knowing that he would have to work with her and Eric. Today, he would be back in the Trace lab and Calleigh wanted nothing more than to avoid him. That didn't happen though. Everyone met in the break room to get their cases. Horatio paired Calleigh up with Speed, which pissed them both off.

Calleigh quickly grabbed the keys and headed out to the Hummer. Tim slowly followed her and slid into the passenger seat without a word. Their crime scene was about a half hour away and with traffic, it was an hour. Calleigh drummed her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. Tim sighed and leaned back against the head rest, giving Calleigh a sideways glance. She hadn't changed in the past three years.

"Can you call Tripp and tell him we'll be a bit late?" Calleigh asked, trying to sound friendly. How do you be friendly with the man you left though? And for his best friend at that?

"Still the same cell phone number?"

Calleigh sighed and handed Tim her cell phone.

"It's in the contacts." she said and listened as Tim talked to Frank. He handed her back the phone and settled back into his seat. "So um... how've you been?"

"Alexx's couch is pretty comfy." Tim said, a bitter tone in his voice. Calleigh bit back a sigh.

"Can we please try to be civil towards one another?" she asked.

"Calleigh, you left me."

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to stop my life because you're... in a coma and had no chance of waking up? What would you have done Tim if you were in my position and I was the one in the coma?"

"I would've held out hope that you came out of it and would've stayed by your side." he snapped. "But obviously we don't have the same outlook on things. Also, I wouldn't have gone and married your best friend. Man, you two were probably the most important things to me. Nothing could replace you as my wife and nothing could replace him as my best friend. Then I go and decide to land myself in the hospital for three years and you two are married when I come out of it."

"Well you know what? Think about it this way." Calleigh said icily. "You were as good as dead practically. What if you had died? Would you still be pissed at me for marrying Eric?"

"This isn't about marrying Eric! This is about me not knowing what was going on when I was conscious. How do I know you two weren't together? Because I find it very hard that for three years all I heard was 'Tim, I love you' and now Eric is hearing, 'Eric, I love you.'" he yelled. "How do I know that you weren't cheating on me with him?"

Calleigh hit the breaks so she didn't hit the car in front of them.

"What?"

"How. Do. I. Know. You. Weren't. Cheating. On. Me. With. Him." Tim repeated slowly, as though he was talking to a three-year-old. Calleigh felt her stomach drop, a hurt feeling in her heart, and stared at Tim, an angry gleam radiating off her green eyes.

"How can you even think such a thing? I loved you more than anything!"

"Yeah I thought I knew that, obviously I was wrong."

Calleigh pushed back the tears threatening to fall and kept on driving.

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

Tim glanced up when the doors to Trace swung open. Eric walked in and tossed a few evidence envelopes onto the table.

"Can you run these?"

"I'm working my case." Tim looked back down at his work.

"It's just a few things Speed."

"Eric, you know how to work the machines." he muttered bitterly. "You can do it."

"What's got you so pissed off?"

"Oh I dunno. Maybe it's because you're screwing my wife---ex-wife." Tim kept on working. Eric slammed his hands down onto the table and glared over at Tim.

"You're a jackass you know that?"

"Why thank you Eric. I didn't seem to notice."

"You told me that if anything ever happened to you, then take care of her."

"I told you to watch out for her not fucking marry her. So how long has this really been going on?"

"About four months after everything happened." Eric replied. "Not that it's any of your business."

"I think it is my business." Tim said, finally looking up. "Do you think I would've done the same to you?"

"What? Marry my wife if I had no chance of ever coming out of a coma?"

"Well apparently I did have a chance because in case you didn't notice, I'm sitting right here."

"That's not what the doctor told us. I'm sorry. I can't change what happened."

Tim bit back a comment but he was thinking about the word, 'divorce.' Horatio overlooked the boys from his office and sighed. This wasn't going to be easy getting everyone used to this. For three years, his team had adjusted to not having him around. For three years, Calleigh adjusted to not having him around. But it was going to take a while for Tim to see that or realize he had to adjust to his new life too.