Tim stared at the ceiling as he heard the alarm clock go off. He felt Calleigh move closer to him and he pulled the blanket over his head, in hopes of going back to sleep.

"Tim, come on."

"I don't wanna go to work." he mumbled, sounding like a kid that didn't want to go to school. "You go without me."

"You have to come to work. You're the boss now. No more slacking off. Gotta set an example for all of us." Calleigh got out of bed and pulled the blankets off, leaving Tim curled up in a ball in his boxers. "Tim,"

"I can't do this. I'm not even sure I want to."

"Baby, come on. We talked about this."

"Why don't you do it?"

"It's either you or some new person. Come on. I already have one baby to take care of, don't make me have to baby you too."

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

Tim was dreading walking into CSI. He knew by now word had gone around that he was the new lieutenant. Calleigh glanced over at him and grabbed his hand.

"Everything's gonna be fine."

"How can you act so calm about all of this?"

"Because he would want us to find this guy not mope around missing him. We can do that after we've given him justice." Calleigh said. Tim sighed and the elevator doors opened. Calleigh released his hand and he walked into the hallway, to be stopped by Paula.

"Hey Tim?"

"Yeah?" he turned and looked at her.

"This came from UPS this morning." Paula waved a large envelope at him. Tim nodded and took it from her.

"It's for me?"

"Well uh... for Horatio but... seeing as..."

"I get it." Tim said shortly. "Thanks."

He stalked off and Calleigh gave Paula an apologetic look, then ran after Tim.

"Tim, what is it?" she asked.

"A letter." he deadpanned, opening the envelope.

"Read it out loud." Calleigh said. Tim gave her a look and pulled out a typed letter.

"At least he's smart." Eric said, reading over Tim's shoulder.

"To the day shift Miami Dade CSI team,

You people don't give justice to anyone. You let the murderers of Miami run loose and put the innocent people in jail. Someone should teach you a lesson. And they have. That patrol kid was just a bonus. Tripp, he deserved what he got... Caine definitely did. Speedle, Duquesne, I'd watch your backs if I were you. By the way Speed, let's hope you last longer than your old LT."

"How... how did someone know you're the new lieutenant?" Calleigh asked slowly.

"Why aren't they mad at me?" Eric asked.

"One at a time." Tim mumbled. "Someone leaked to the news I suppose. Eric, I don't know."

"Whatcha reading?" Brianna asked, walking in. The three CSIs looked at the newest member of the team, then at each other. They seemed to be thinking the same. Tim gave a look of hesitation as Calleigh quickly, and vigorously, nodded. Eric just shrugged. "Oh-kay ignore me."

"Eric, take this down to the print lab and test it for prints." Tim said quietly. He nodded and walked out. "I uh... I guess I have to um... go up to my office."

He sat there for a second, thinking about how weird that sounded but he finally stood up and walked out. He stared through the transparent walls and beckoned Calleigh out into the hallway.

"I need someone to uh... test the... the..."

"You need me to make a bullet comparison to see who killed Horatio." Calleigh said quietly. Tim cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him.

"I can get someone else to do it if you want."

"No. I'll be fine."

"Calleigh..."

"Tim, I can do this. I need to."

He nodded and pulled her into a hug. From the break room, Brianna sighed and looked away.

"Give me the report when you're done."

"Yeah." Calleigh nodded. They went their separate ways, Calleigh going to Ballistics, Tim up to his new office. When he got there, Yelina was packing up a few things. She saw him and gave him a sad smile.

"Hi Tim."

"Hey Yelina."

"Just packing up Horatio's things."

"Take your time." Tim said. "How are you?"

"In shock." Yelina replied. "But then again I think we all are."

"How's Ray, Jr.?"

"Upset. After Ray died he looked towards Horatio for a father figure. Now he lost them both."

Tim nodded.

"You need help?"

"No. I'm mostly done. You can start moving some things in."

"I'm not sure if I want to. I think of this as Horatio's, not mine." Tim said, glancing around the room.

"You'll do good Tim. He always thought highly of you." Yelina said. She grabbed the box of Horatio's desk and walked out into the hallway.

"Hey Yelina,"

She turned around and looked at Tim.

"You ever need anything, someone to watch Ray or something... don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks Tim."

He sighed and sat down at his desk. Tim didn't know how long he had been sitting there but he saw Calleigh heading up the stairs.

"Hi." she muttered.

"You done already?"

"It's been a few hours." Calleigh said. "You okay?"

"Yeah it's just... I dunno." Tim sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What do you got?"

Calleigh placed a file on the desk and Tim opened it.

"The bullet from Horatio matches a bullet from an old case." he read. "Which one?"

"On the next page." Calleigh replied. Tim flipped the page.

"Matt Winston held up a bank in 1994." he said.

"Keep reading."

"His daughter, Alicia, 5 was killed in 2001. Her killer, Tom Fuller got away because of insufficient evidence."

"I pulled the case up. Look who was the detective and CSIs."

Tim glanced at the next page.

"Frank, Horatio, and us."

"My guess is he thinks we're at fault. I checked the bullet from Frank's shoulder. It's a match to one that killed Horatio. He went after Frank. He went after Horatio. We're next."

"I didn't get any prints off the letter." Eric said, walking in.

"It's okay. I found our guy." Calleigh said.

"Get Hagen to bring him in." Tim said.