Tim stormed into the trace lab, tossed his jacket and tie into the corner, undid the top buttons on his shirt, and sat down, not knowing what to do. It took Eric, Calleigh, and Horatio ten minutes to catch up with him, seeing as he left them at the courthouse.

"You go." Eric nudged Calleigh forward.

"Shouldn't we leave him alone for a bit?" Horatio intervened. Calleigh shook her head as she quietly opened the door and walked in.

"Leave me alone Calleigh."

"I'm not leaving you alone." she said, pulling a stool up to his. "Honey, it's gonna be fine."

"No it's not!" Tim yelled, startling Calleigh. "Because Michelle's just gonna keep lying and yelling and this is going to drag on! Then it won't look like either of us are stable parents and she's gonna be stuck with God knows who for the rest of her life!"

"Well you know what, you started yelling too and that's the reason why Wayans did what he did! Because you and Michelle started fighting and were practically forcing Anna to choose sides. He wants the truth from her Tim. The only he's gonna get it is if she says it, not because you made her say it. Not because Michelle made her. Not Me. Not Eric. Not Horatio. Not Bradford. Do you see what I mean? Besides this is just the beginning. We still have a lot of testimonies to go through. Ours included."

When Tim didn't answer, Calleigh didn't know if he was thinking of a response or had tuned her out.

"Leave me alone Calleigh. Just please." Tim had a beginning tone in his voice. When she didn't move he raised his voice to practically yelling. "Leave me alone!"

"Fine." she snapped. "Crawl into that damn hole of yours and see if I care!"

She stood up and walked out, leaving a shocked Horatio and Eric in her wake, and a pissed off, yet upset Tim in the trace lab.

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"And this is your room Anna."

She nodded mutely, not really listening to Laurie, her foster mother. Nor did she care what she had to say.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." Laurie added.

"Thanks." Anna mumbled, closing the door behind her.

"Leave it open!"

Anna jumped and swerved around. She didn't see anyone.

"Who said that?"

"Me!"

Anna squinted her eyes and finally saw a girl, only a few years older than her, sitting behind the dark curtains.

"I don't want to." Anna said defiantly. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"This is my room!" the girl screamed. "And I said leave the door open."

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to."

"Yeah well I don't want you here but we can't all get what we want."

Anna gave a 'humph' and looked for a place to sit. She sat on the bed nearest the door and the girl yelled at her again.

"That's my bed. Your bed is over there."

Anna felt tears well up in her eyes. No one, not even Jack or Michelle, had yelled at her so much.

"I'm telling my mom that I don't want you in my room."

The girl hopped off the window and ran out of the room. Anna flopped down onto the bed near the window and cried.

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"He said that he doesn't want either of you anywhere near her and isn't disclosing who her foster parents are." Evan said over the phone. "This goes for Calleigh and Jack as well."

"What about at court? Is Anna going to be there?"

"No. Wayans has decided that he won't let me or Cecilia interrogate her any longer. So she has no reason to be there. When he comes up with who gets custody of her, then that's when you'll see her."

"What happens when he decides? What if she goes back to Michelle?" Tim asked. "Will I be able to see her?"

"The judge doesn't want any part of that. Me, you, Cecilia, and Michelle will have to sit down and figure it out, then get back to him."

"I'm telling you right now, if I get her then I don't want Michelle anywhere near Anna."

"We'll worry about that when the time comes."

"How long is this going to take?"

"However long it takes. I have to go. My son has a baseball game in the morning."

"Yeah at least you're with your kid." Tim snapped, then hung the phone up. He reattached his phone to his belt and continued working.

"Speed, it's way past midnight."

"Yeah? Why are you still here?" he asked, looking up at Horatio. He gave a small smile and fiddled with his sunglasses.

"Working on a few reports." he said. "Why don't you go home."

"I'm busy here logging in this evidence. Besides Calleigh probably doesn't want me home."

"Tim, she cares about you. And she cares about Anna. She's upset about this too." Horatio said. Tim just ignored him and kept testing swabs. "Go home Speed or I'm docking your pay and putting you on suspension."

Tim cracked half a smile and looked up at him.

"You don't get H. You don't have kids."

"Get some sleep."

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Tim shut the front door quietly behind him and set his keys, holster, and cell phone on the counter in the kitchen. Blindly, he went through the cabinets trying to find a bottle of aspirin and came upon a box. He stared at it in the darkness and smiled slightly.

"Look Daddy, Scooby Snacks!"

"Anna, those are dog treats. Are you a dog?"

"No." she giggled and looked at the box in her hand. "They don't look like dog treats. Why would dogs eat graham crackers?"

"Because Scooby invented them."

"But just because Scooby invented them doesn't mean they're for dogs." Anna said. Tim sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I mean, they could be for Shaggy!"

In the end, Anna was right. They weren't dog treats. They were kid treats. So Tim ended up buying them, about six boxes. But what did Tim know about cartoon-based food? When he was growing up only Scooby ate scooby snacks, not humans. Tim chuckled and put the box back in the cabinet. He forgot about his aspirin and went upstairs, pausing outside Anna's room. Knowing he'd regret it, Tim walked in anyway and sat down on the unmade bed.

"Why?"

"Because you have to!"

"It's just going to get unmade when I sleep in it again tonight."

"Fine Anna! Don't make your bed." Tim quickly caved in to his daughter and she smiled triumphantly. "But when Calleigh comes in and sees your room is a mess..."

"Nuhuh. Calleigh doesn't care."

Calleigh did care. But Tim had closed the door quickly before they left for court that afternoon and the door had stayed shut for the rest of the day. Tim stared at the large bear sitting in the corner of the room.

"Daddy, I want it!" Anna squealed, pointing at the bear.

"Anna, those games are rigged. You can't win toys. I'm sorry." Tim said, always the pessimist.

"Baby, just try." Calleigh said.

"It's a waste of a dollar." Tim muttered, walking up to the booth. "What do I have to do?"

"Get the quarter to land on any plate and stay." the worker said.

"And I can win the bear?" Tim pointed to the large bear behind the counter.

"Uh no. You need to land a quarter on the yellow plate in the center."

Tim sighed and pulled out a dollar.

"Give me four quarters." he said, getting his change quickly. "Waste of time."

Three quarters bounced off the plates and Tim sighed.

"Anna, it's no use." he said, turning around.

"Daddy..."

"Anna come on. They may have the bear somewhere else." Calleigh said. Tim tossed the quarter anyway and started to walk off.

"Um... sir?" the booth worker called. Tim glanced over his shoulder. The worker was holding the bear.

"Look, you don't have to do that."

"No. You won." the worker pointed and Tim saw his last quarter, gleaming on the yellow plate in the center.

Tim tried to laugh at the memory but it came out a sob, followed by another one until Tim was fully crying. He buried his face in his hands, as if that would stop the tears from flowing.

"Anna, I'm so sorry baby." he mumbled. Calleigh stood in the hallway, unsure of what to do. She finally walked into the room and pulled Tim into her arms, cradling him as he cried.