"You're a lot better than the other two. Maybe I won't hurt you." John said, eyeing Calleigh appreciatively.
"Damn straight you won't." Tim growled.
"Nuhuh. Don't move or else she will." John waved the gun at Tim, who did what he was told.
"You only have one shot. Don't waste it on her." he said. John eyed the gun and then back up at the CSI.
"You're right."
"Tim, no!" Calleigh exclaimed. He just stared at her, a blank look on his face. "Tim, baby..."
"Will you shut up?" John snapped. "I'm sick of your whining and it just began."
"Fine." Calleigh muttered, trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament without her or Tim getting killed. John raised the gun, just pointing it over Calleigh's shoulder. Calleigh heard the click of a revolver and John froze, feeling the cool metal against the back of his head.
"Let her go or I will shoot you."
John let Calleigh go and she rushed over to Tim, who held her tightly. But John didn't put the gun down.
"Put the gun down."
Out of the corner of John's eye, he saw some movement and grinned maliciously.
"I said put the gun down. If you don't, I'll make you."
"Well then I'm not going alone." John quickly turned the gun and let his final shot off. He slumped to the ground as Det. Harmon shot him, but not quick enough.
"No!" Tim moved away from Calleigh. "Danny!"
"This is Det. Harmon. I need an ambulance ASAP at 45 Carcer Place."
"Danny, hey, come on..."
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Epilogue
"I'm going out." Calleigh called. Tim quickly turned and stared at her.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
"Um... no. I'll see you later."
"Whoa, hang on. You expect ME to... to take care of her?"
Calleigh smiled at Tim and patted him lightly on his head.
"You're just so cute."
"I'm being serious."
"Yes Timothy I expect you to take care of our daughter. She won't do anything. Just sleep. If you have a problem call Alexx... wait no she'll be with me. Va.— no Valera is coming too. Gi— Gina is coming too. I guess you'll have to call the boys if there's a problem."
"Baby, where are you going?"
"Spa. I should be back by tonight."
"Should?"
"Relax. Oh and give her a bottle at four and seven."
"Should?"
"Honey, it's not a big deal. Just watch TV." Calleigh leaned down and kissed Tim's horrified face. "I love you. I'll see you later."
As soon as the door shut, Chrissy began crying.
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Tim could barely hear the knocking at the front door as Chrissy kept on crying his ear off. The front door open and Eric poked his head in, the quickly back out.
"You go."
"No you."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You're her uncle."
"So are you."
"You're her biological uncle." Eric smirked. Danny sighed and walked into the Speedle house.
"Thank God!" Speed exclaimed. "Where the hell have you two been?"
"Picked up a few beers, some burgers." Eric replied, then stared at the screaming baby. "Hmm. What's wrong with her?"
"Don't you think if I knew then I would've silenced her?"
"Well... you're pretty dense sometimes so I wouldn't put it past you." Danny smirked. "How long has she been like this?"
"Since Calleigh left."
"Oh. Well, dude she's just missing her mother and obviously doesn't like you." Eric said.
"Why thank you Dr. Phil." Tim said sarcastically. "Here, you try."
Eric quickly backed off when Tim held the baby out to him.
"I'm gonna get a beer." he said. "Want one?"
"How about the whole pack?" Speed muttered. "I hate your girlfriends."
"Why?" Eric called from the kitchen.
"Because they went with my wife. So did Alexx."
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"Are you sure we're alone?" Danny whined. "Call Mom."
"No! Then she'll be on the next flight out here." Tim said.
"Just ask her what to do with a crying baby! Or call Maggie. I mean she has four little devils."
"She'll laugh for about ten minutes, then call me an incompetent father."
"No she won't." Eric said. The brothers stared at each other, then at Eric.
"Yes she will." they said in unison.
"What time is it?" Tim asked. Eric glanced at his watch.
"4:00."
"I have to feed her then."
"Maybe she's been hungry this whole time."
"For three hours?"
"Dirty diaper?" Danny offered.
"Changed it about ten times Dan."
"Is she sick?"
"Didn't I tell you Danny?" Tim asked. "I'm not really a CSI. I'm a doctor."
"Well, I'm just saying! You're her father shouldn't you know these things?" he exclaimed.
"No!" Tim shook his head. He got Chrissy a bottle and she quieted down, for now. "Calleigh knows these things."
"Call Calleigh!"
"She's incommunicado. I tried calling her." Tim said. "There's about ten spas in the area..."
"Hold on. Didn't she get a gift certificate at her baby shower?" Eric asked.
"You know," Tim said, turning around. "It's scary that you know things about my wife, that I don't know. Did she?"
"Yeah. I remember Val telling me."
"You idiots! Your girlfriends went with her!" Tim exclaimed, startling Chrissy, and making her cry again. Tim desperately tried getting the bottle back in her mouth but Chrissy wouldn't have any of it. "Did they tell you which spa?"
Eric and Danny exchanged looks.
"We don't really listen though." Eric said. Danny nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe this." Tim muttered. "I'm going upstairs."
"Take her with you."
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"I'm ho— what are you guys doing here?" Calleigh asked, stepping into her living room. Eric giggled and let out a loud, and long, burp. "Where's my husband? Better yet, where's my baby?"
"Isn't it the same thing?" Eric smirked.
"She means Chrissy you idiot." a completely sober Danny said. "He took her upstairs."
"Yeah. Being around an intoxicated Eric isn't the best thing." Calleigh said.
"Oh no. He went up a while ago. Eric's only been drunk about an hour."
Calleigh nodded and went upstairs. She opened her bedroom door and Tim looked up, smiling tiredly.
"Shh."
Calleigh gave him a sympathetic smile and lay down on the other side of Chrissy, who was finally quiet, and asleep.
"She doesn't like me too much." Tim whispered. "Cried non-stop from the second you left."
"Oh honey, why didn't you call me?"
"You didn't leave me a number and you turned your cell phone off. Besides I figured you were having fun."
"I don't wanna leave." a muffled yell came from downstairs.
"Eric is drunk." Calleigh informed. Tim nodded.
"He brought a case of beer."
"I guess he drank all 24 bottles himself then."
"Most likely." Tim sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Go get him out of our house." Calleigh said. "I'll put her in her crib."
Tim nodded and went downstairs.
"Eric left?" he asked, seeing only Danny. He nodded.
"Valera had to drag him out."
"Oh. Good."
They both laughed, though it was strained.
"You okay?" Danny asked. Tim nodded.
"Tired." he smirked. "You okay?"
"I didn't have to deal with her."
"I mean with... everything."
Danny sighed and nodded, rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly.
"It's been a year almost but still..." he muttered. "How did you get over it?"
"I haven't." Tim admitted.
"How do you stay at CSI, knowing that's what got you shot?"
"CSI didn't get me shot. My stupidity got me shot. I should've cleaned my damn gun. I was just lucky. It was just your shoulder."
"I lost a lot of blood before the paramedics got there." Danny muttered. "I almost died."
Tim stared at his brother, then sat down next to him.
"You know what my mistake was?"
Danny shook his head.
"I was supposed to talk to Collins, you know the department therapist. I went the mandatory time, so I was cleared to go back in the field but I was supposed to go regularly, for a while at least. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Hell, I didn't want to talk to Calleigh about it. I started having nightmares, got paranoid, went into this... shell I guess. All because I didn't swallow my pride and pour my heart out to this woman. Don't do that. It's better to talk about it."
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because you're my brother and I love you." Tim replied, pulling Danny into a hug. "Go home. Get some sleep. Maybe fool around with Gina."
"Shut up." Danny turned red.
"Stop. I know what you two do. I saw you come out of the storage room on Friday."
"Don't tell Horatio."
"I may tell Calleigh about the gun vault."
Danny paled.
"I ne—we never were in the gun vault."
"Calleigh doesn't know that." Tim grinned. Danny jumped off the couch and ran out the door. Tim snickered and shook his head, heading towards the stairs. He walked into Chrissy's room and Calleigh looked up at him, a small smile on her face.
"She woke up when you left. I'm trying to get her back to sleep." she said, moving slowly in the rocking chair.
"I can see that." Tim murmured, kneeling down next to the chair. Calleigh stopped rocking for a minute and Tim buried his head in her leg.
"What's wrong?"
"I was talking to Danny. Damn Calleigh, I... I can't get that day out of my head and you go on like it doesn't phase you. How do you do that?"
"It does. I guess with my past, I learned to forget things and focus on the good things, like you and Chrissy."
"It hasn't been the best year." Tim muttered, watching Chrissy grasp his finger sleepily. "Except for her, the rest hasn't been too great."
"I know." Calleigh sympathized. "But baby, everything's fine now."
"Yeah. Hopefully."
the end.
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A/N: Crappy ending, I know. I couldn't think of anything else to write.