Calleigh went through her closet and saw a box in the back. Frowning, she grabbed it and sat on the floor with it.

"I'm home. Cal?"

She looked up and saw Eric walk into their bedroom.

"Hey. I thought you were at the lab."

"I was but no cases were coming in so H told me to go home." Eric replied. "What do you have?"

"Some stuff from... the house." Calleigh mumbled. "Do you have his address?"

"That's like asking a monkey if it can talk. No. He hasn't spoken to me since I fought with him in Trace."

"I'm sure Horatio has it." Calleigh grabbed the phone and Eric watched her talk for a while. "Okay. Thanks Horatio."

She tossed the phone onto her bed and with Eric's help stood up.

"I'm off." she smiled, grabbing the box. She leaned in and kissed him lightly. "I'll be back later."

"Okay."

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Calleigh walked up to Tim's apartment and knocked on the door. She heard someone laugh and a door shut. The door opened and Calleigh's eyebrows raised.

"Um..." she glanced at the woman, who was dressed in a button-down shirt and Calleigh was quite sure nothing else. "Is this 4B?"

"Babe, who is it?"

Calleigh's eyebrows raised higher, if that was possible.

"Timmy, do you know her?" the woman asked, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger.

"Yeah." Tim smiled. "That's my ex-wife. What's going on Calleigh?"

"Um... I... we... I... her..." she stammered. "Obviously I was intruding on something."

She shoved the box into Tim's chest angrily.

"Some things I didn't get rid of. The keys to the Ducati are in there as well."

"You kept it?" Tim asked, a surprised tone in his deep voice.

"It's in storage downtown." Calleigh replied. "Um... I'll go."

Tim watched her disappear down the hallway and closed his door. She seemed shocked to see he had a visitor. She kept the Ducati. Why keep something she had hated? Tim shook his head and walked away from the door.

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Ryan looked up as Tim walked into the break room a few days later.

"Hey." he nodded. "Haven't heard from you in a few days."

"Your sister's friend, Tiffany, is a psycho. She didn't leave my apartment for two days." As Tim said this last sentence, Calleigh walked in.

"Fun time huh?" Ryan smirked.

"Oh the best. Non-stop. Couldn't get her to leave."

"Must really like you."

"I guess."

"Gonna call her?"

"Give her some time to relax."

Calleigh rolled her eyes at the conversation. Tim noticed this and realized what Calleigh was thinking. He brushed past her and smirked.

"Jealous?"

"No. I mean, I've moved on. Why can't you?"

"Exactly. Sorry you got uh... embarrassed." Tim said, grabbing a soda.

"I wasn't embarrassed."

"Mhmm. Okay."

"I wasn't." Calleigh assured. "I see you've changed your ways."

"Pardon?"

"She doesn't seem to click with you. I mean, I never opened a door in your clothes and ONLY your clothes."

"What the hell went on?" Ryan asked.

"I had to drop some things off and Tim had a little visitor." Calleigh replied. "Where did you find her Speed? The street corner? Sure as hell acted like it."

She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger and acted stupid.

"Oh Timmy, do you know her?" she mimicked.

"Thought you weren't jealous."

"I'm not. I just think you can do better than some cheap whore."

Ryan stared at the pair in shock and Tim's eyes were wide, then he narrowed them.

"When the hell did you grow a spine?"

Calleigh ignored the question and walked out.

"You know, you shouldn't piss her off right?" Ryan finally asked.

"I was married to her Ryan!" Tim exclaimed. "I lived with her for two and a half years. I've pissed her off way more than some little petty fight like this."

"This isn't petty. This is because of.."

"The love triangle?" Tim scoffed. "No triangle Ryan! Spread that around."