Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't realize and everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.
A/N: We'll say this is some time in season 1.
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"Calleigh," Horatio turned to her and she nodded.
"Alexx pulled a .38 out of our vic. Damon owns a Smith and Wesson." she started. "But the vic's ex-wife—"
Calleigh was cut off by a yelp of surprise from Tim. She gave him a furious glare, obviously annoyed at his outburst.
"Speedle, is there something you'd like to add?" she snapped.
"Yeah. I gotta go." he mumbled hurriedly. "Uh here."
He tossed his notes at Eric and looked at Horatio.
"Family emergency." he added. "I'm already running late and with traffic I'll be even later."
"Go." Horatio said. "Calleigh, go on."
Tim rushed out of the layout room as Calleigh continued speaking.
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Tim groaned as he entered the airport. What gate was it? He grabbed a paper out of his pocket and scanned it quickly.
"Gate..." Tim struggled to read his own messy handwriting. "54!"
He ran down there, or tried to at least, as he was blocked by various people. Tim finally got in eyesight of the gate and was relieved to see what he had hoped was still there. He walked closer as his cell phone went off.
"Speedle."
"I cannot believe you!"
"I'm sorry. It was really important that I got out of there on time and we were so indulged in the case that I lost track of time." Tim said, walking closer.
"You could've warned me ahead of time that you were leaving and didn't interrupt my big break in the case!"
"Calleigh, I'm sorry. Just take a few chill pills and relax."
"Where are you anyway?"
"Someplace."
"Speedle..."
"I'd rather not talk abou— DADDY!"
"What the hell? Who's calling you Daddy?"
"No one!" Tim pressed a finger to his lips and the dark haired girl giggled and nodded. "Someone passed by."
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this."
"I'm sure you will. I've got to go. Bye." Tim snapped his phone shut and reattached it to his belt. He then focused on the girl before him and swung her up into his arms. "Hi. I'm sorry that I wasn't here on time."
"I don't care." she shrugged.
"Good." Tim kissed her cheek and walked over to the annoyed flight attendant. "I'm sorry. I got held up at work."
"You're her father then?" she asked. Tim nodded and signed a few forms. "I need some ID."
Tim handed over his badge and she nodded.
"Bye Anna." she smiled sweetly.
"Bye." she waved over Tim's shoulder.
"Okay. Let's go get your stuff." he said, heading towards baggage claim. "Were you waiting long?"
"Nope."
"Okay. Do you think after we get done here, we could head over to my work?"
"Finally? Yes! Mommy always lets me go to work with her."
"Uh... well um... baby you gotta wait in the break room and don't talk to anyone."
"Why?"
"Because this is an official place and we don't need you taking any the attention from the work." Tim replied. "You know, since you're so cute and all, no one would do any work."
Anna giggled and nodded.
"I just need to stop at the store, see a friend at work, and then we'll go home and maybe have some mac and cheese?"
"You're not gonna burn it this time are you?" Anna asked.
"I've never burned anything in my entire life." Tim smiled.
"Daddy?"
"What?"
"You told me it's not nice to lie." Anna said with a straight face. Tim had to hide his smile.
"I did tell you that didn't I?" he agreed. "Fine, no I won't burn the mac and cheese like last time. I've learned to cook now."
"Mommy's mad at you."
"Mommy's always mad at me." Tim muttered. "Is that it?"
Anna glanced behind her at the pink bag.
"Yup." she nodded and Tim grabbed it.
"So why is Mommy mad at me this time?" he asked, heading towards the parking lot.
"Because you said you'd call this morning and you didn't."
"I did too. I got her answering machine. You guys must've already have left."
"She said that's what you probably did but she was still mad. She said you could've called her cell phone." Anna said. "And she said you better call when you get me."
"Oh shit!" Tim hissed, fumbling for his cell phone.
"Daddy!" Anna clapped a hand over his mouth. "No bad words."
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"Okay. I want you to go run in there, where that couch is okay?" Tim said. Anna nodded and ran into the break room, as Tim headed down towards Ballistics. Calleigh, however, was standing by the receptionist's desk and saw a little girl around six years old run into the break room. She frowned and walked in, casually walking towards the refrigerator. Anna sunk back into the couch, hoping that whoever this woman was wouldn't notice her. Calleigh turned around however and sat down on the couch.
"You don't mind if I sit here do you?" she asked kindly. Anna shook her head, swinging her legs nervously. "I didn't know Horatio hired a new CSI but you're kinda little."
Anna giggled.
"You're funny." she said. "I'm just waiting."
"Oh. What's your name?"
"Anna. What's yours?"
"Calleigh."
Tim stood in Ballistics, a stumped look on his face. Where would Calleigh be? He turned away from the doorway and walked up to the receptionist's desk.
"Hey Sandy, can you—" Tim trailed off when he glanced into the break room. There, sitting was his wonderful daughter and his best friend. "Never mind."
Tim walked into the break room, a bad feeling creeping into him.
"Oh hi Tim!" Calleigh smiled. "Did you meet—"
Anna cut her off.
"Daddy, this is Calleigh! She's really nice!"
Tim felt like crawling into a hole and dying when he saw the surprised look on Calleigh's face.