"I'm fine." Calleigh assured, licking her spoon free of any trace of ice cream. "Will you stop worrying about me Eric?"

"I just care Cal."

"I know you do honey but nothing is going to happen to me. Relax, enjoy the conference."

"Okay. Will you call Horatio if you need anything?"

"Yeah. Alright. I'm gonna go to bed now. I love you."

"I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Mhmm." Calleigh hung the phone up and walked into the living room, turning her movie back on as she sat down. She must've dozed off because she heard someone in the kitchen. Calleigh froze, hoping she was just dreaming. But she wasn't. Her intruder walked up the stairs, not knowing she was there. Calleigh stealthily moved off the couch, grabbed her gun out of it's hiding place and grabbed the phone, dialing 911.

"911."

"This is CSI Duquesne. I need back up and Horatio Caine—," Calleigh was cut off by a fist flying at her mouth. She stumbled back into the coffee table, landing on it roughly. The other intruder grabbed the phone out of her hand and tossed it behind him.

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"Calleigh?"

Her eyes fluttered opened and saw Horatio in front of her.

"Horatio..." She tried to sit up and groaned at the pain she was in.

"Take it easy Cal." he ordered gently. Calleigh heard the door open and Tim walked in.

"You okay?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice.

"I think. Did you catch the guys?"

"No. We're going to though." Horatio promised. "I want you to go to the hospital."

"I'm fine Horatio." Calleigh insisted.

"Speed, take her." he said, ignoring her.

"Don't call Eric."

"I won't."

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"She's fine." Dr. McMahon said. "Just a bit bruised."

"Thanks." Tim nodded.

"Can I go home?" Calleigh asked.

"Yeah. There's nothing wrong with you. I just need Mr. Speedle to sign your discharge papers."

"Okay."

Dr. McMahon walked away and came back a few minutes later, papers and pen in hand. Tim signed the papers quickly and led Calleigh away to his Explorer.

"Are you okay?" he asked, starting the ignition. Calleigh nodded.

"Why are you doing this? I've been nothing but rude to you." she said.

"I've been nothing but rude to you either." Tim said. "I think we should start over."

"Are you taking me home?"

"My place. Your house is a crime scene."

"I need clothes Tim."

"We'll stop by then."

For the first time, Calleigh noticed his attire.

"Were you out?" she asked. Tim nodded.

"Horatio paged me to get over to your place ASAP. So I dropped everything and left Tiffany in some fancy restaurant. She called me a few minutes later and said that my job means more to me than she does and we broke up."

"I'm sorry."

"I had to come anyway. I was worried about you."

Calleigh looked over at Tim but he didn't say anymore.

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Calleigh sighed as she tossed and turned in Tim's guest room, trying to go to sleep. All she kept seeing when she closed her eyes was her attacker. She got out of bed and walked into the hallway, staring at Tim's closed door. Finally, Calleigh opened it and watched Tim sleep peacefully. She smiled and turned to walk out.

"What's wrong?" his groggy voice asked. Calleigh looked at him and saw Tim had propped himself up on his elbow.

"I can't sleep." she replied. Tim nodded and patted the bed next to him. Calleigh raised an eyebrow and Tim cocked his head.

"I'm not going to do anything to you." he yawned. Calleigh crawled into bed next to him and they stared at each other for a while. "You can stay here while Eric's gone. I wouldn't want to be alone in that house."

"Thanks Tim." she said quietly. It surprised her how fast she drifted off to sleep but Tim didn't. He watched her intently, missing this. Missing them sleeping together. Well... they weren't sleeping together. Tim sighed inwardly and wrapped his arm around Calleigh's waist. She moaned lightly and moved closer to him. Tim couldn't complain.

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Calleigh woke up the next morning and stared at Tim's bare chest. She squeaked and moved away from him.

"Wake up!" she poked his cheek and he twitched, then woke up.

"What?" he mumbled, scratching his head.

"What happened?" Calleigh asked.

"Huh?"

"We didn't..." Calleigh couldn't bring herself to say it.

"We were together for four years and now you're acting silly over asking me if we had sex?" Tim asked. "Unfortunately no. You went straight to bed when you came in here."

"Oh." Calleigh felt stupid. "Well um... do you want me to make you breakfast?"