Tim quickly walked into Jack's office and closed the door quietly behind him. He moved the flashlight around, trying to find the safe and walked over to it, aiming the powerful beam at the combination lock.

"6-24-73." he mumbled, opening the safe. Tim grabbed a silver case and opened it; the Smith and Wesson was there. He grabbed it, then the magazine and locked it into the gun. He ventured back out into the hallway, the gun and flashlight out in front of him, just like they taught him in the academy. Tim paused for a minute. He didn't even know where he was going. He shrugged. He'd have to clear each room like a crime scene. Glancing into the living room, he made sure that everyone was fine. There was another bang and this time, Tim realized it was coming from the basement. Slowly, and stealthily, he headed towards the basement door and flung it open, hitting the wall. He winced and heard his father call out.

"Hey James Bond I don't want to have to be replacing cracks in the walls. Got it?"

"Dad, please." Tim disappeared down the stairs and heard another bang. Was this the killer? Was he coming to finish them off? Tim, still on the safety of the stairs, saw that the banging, was someone trying to get in through a fairly good sized window. Tim raised the gun slightly, right as the window open. "Hey!"

"Don't shoot me! Tim, Jesus it's only me!"

Tim didn't lower the gun but raised the flashlight.

"Danny?"

"Yeah."

"What the hell are you doing coming in through the basement window?"

"Door's blocked in. So is the garage. I didn't even try going through the back door." Danny replied, shivering. "Damn Tim, put the gun down!"

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"Tim, it was just Danny. No one is trying to get into the house." Calleigh said, her eyes drooping.

"Except Santa." Danny smirked.

"I don't think Santa is killing the neighborhood off Danny." Tim muttered.

"Unless he's been a very naughty boy." Greg went along with the joke and Tim shook his head. This wasn't any laughing matter. Didn't they realize that they were all in danger?

"Look, sitting here isn't going to do anything." Calleigh said.

"Exactly. We need to find this guy." Tim said.

"No Tim. We need to get some sleep." Calleigh placed a hand on his arm and gave him a warm, caring look. Greg and Danny followed her advice and went upstairs. "Come on baby."

"No... go. I'll be down here."

"Well then I'll stay with you."

"I'm fine. Just get some sleep."

"I can sleep down here." Calleigh said, sitting down in the large recliner. Tim sighed, knowing there was no way to change his wife's mind. "Baby, is this because of Danny?"

"I could've shot him Calleigh."

"Well I highly doubt that. You don't know how to shoot a gun." she teased. "Honey, you didn't though. So just come on up to bed."

Tim shook his head.

"Well then Santa is going to come." Calleigh said, a smile on her face. "And I know three kids who will be very upset if he doesn't."

Tim gave a half-hearted smile and beckoned her over. Calleigh moved over to the couch and wrapped herself in Tim's arms.

"I'm just scared I'm gonna lose you."

"Well don't be." Calleigh looked up at him and stroked the side of his face lovingly. "'Cause I'm not going anywhere Yankee."

Tim cracked a smile at her nickname for him and kissed her softly.

"I love you." he whispered, as though he were afraid someone would hear him.

"I love you too." she whispered back. "Please come to bed."

"I..." Tim trailed off when Calleigh coyly ran a hand down his chest.

"I'll be awfully lonely up there by myself."

"Well we can't have that can we?"

"No we can't."

They started for the stairs when Calleigh let out a sigh.

"What?" Tim asked.

"Do you think we could go to the kitchen?"

"Why?"

"I'm hungry. Duh."

"You?"

"Yeah. Timothy don't give me that look! I'm eating for two now!" Calleigh said, placing a hand on her stomach.

"It's just... these past few weeks have been so odd." he said. "You're weird."

"I'm weird for acting like a human?"

"Well that's just it. You don't eat a lot and now you're always hungry." Tim smirked, pulling Calleigh into the kitchen. "You're limited to cereal since the power is out and everything in the refrigerator is probably bad by now."

"Not everything." Calleigh said, pointing. Tim looked to where she was pointing and felt his mouth begin to salivate. On the counter, in a nice case, was Susan's prized cake that she had worked on for hours today.

"No." he shook his head. "She'll freak. Besides it's for tomorrow."

"Ooh just a sliver. She won't notice the difference."

"You would notice if there was a chunk missing out of your cake!" Tim grinned.

"Well that's different." Calleigh smiled. "I'm a CSI. Please Timmy?"

He glanced at his wife's pleading face and sighed. Tim grabbed a knife out of the drawer and lifted the glass cover off his mother's masterpiece.

"Besides I know you want a piece."

"No I don't." Tim lied. He went to cut a tiny piece out of the cake and Calleigh gave him a look.

"I said I was eating for two people, not half a person."

"Cal, she's going to kill us when she sees that we ate a piece." Tim said, moving the knife so the piece was slightly bigger.

"Well we'll just tell her the baby was hungry."

"Yeah like she'll believe that."

"Well she better."

"Ever since you became pregnant you're so... rule breaking." Tim smirked. "I like it. It's... sexy."

"Well it's going to be gone in a few months because it's your kid making me do all these odd things." Calleigh smiled. "She must've gotten your rebel ways. Now get me my cake!"

Tim grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and set the piece of cake on it.

"There. And please, get rid of all the evidence."

"It'll be my pleasure."

Tim shook his head and sat down at the table with Calleigh, watching in amusement as she quickly devoured the small piece.

"You have to have some of this." she moaned in delight.

"I'll wait till tomorrow. I don't break my mom's rules."

"You were an accessory to the crime Mr. Speedle." Calleigh smiled. "So you broke the rules just as much as I did."

Tim stared at her then took the proffered fork and stuck it in his mouth. He quickly stood up and cut a piece for himself.

"You're a bad influence on me."

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

Half hour later...

Tim sighed and glanced over at the counter.

"Babe..."

"Mmm?"

"Where's the cake?"

"Over on the counter." Calleigh replied, eyeing Tim. She couldn't take it anymore. She leaned over and went to kiss him, but flicked her tongue out, licking a bit of icing off his lip. Tim let out a moan and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her deeply. He'd worry about it in the morning.

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

"TIMOTHY!" Susan screamed. Tim lifted his head off his pillow and groaned, dropping it back down. Calleigh gave him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry." she mumbled.

"Hey I ate half of it too."

"Actually a third. Remember, the baby."

Tim laughed and sat up.

"You wanna come with me?" he asked.

"I'll talk to her later."

Tim went downstairs and stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"What happened to the cake?" Susan asked, anger written all over her face.

"Um... well the baby was hungry."