"Hey Eric." said Calleigh as she opened up the door to the print lab.

"Yeah."

"Can I see you outside for a sec."

"Sure. I'll be right back Ryan."

"Ok."

"What's up?" asked Eric as he closed the door.

"Listen I know you and Val are busy with Lucy and the new baby but I-"

"Cal just get to the point."

"Tonights the anual CSI vs. robbery homicide detectives father son baseball game...and I know its alot to ask but Danny's not doing to great right now and I was just wondering..."

"If I'd play with him."

"Yeah."

"Sure I'll do it. But does Danny want to?"

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"I don't wanna go!" yelled Danny as he slammed his bedroom door shut.

"Danny why not?" asked Calleigh as she opened up his door.

"Because I just don't ok."

"Dan.."

"No mom! That was a me and dad thing. Its the anual father and son game. And just in case you haven't noticed my father isn't around anymore."

"Danny it would be good for you to get out."

"I don't wanna go mom and you can't make me."

"Danny please..." pleaded Calleigh.

"Mom you just don't get it. That was a me and dad. Not a me and Uncle Eric thing."

"Danny..."

"Mom look i'm going over to Maggie's. Can I have some gas money?"

"Yeah...its in my purse. Take what you want. I really don't care anymore." said Calleigh and slammed her own door shut.

Danny debated going to his mothers room but decided not to. He walked downstairs grabbed 20 bucks and left. Eric who heared the whole conversation from downstairs walked upstairs and knocked on Calleigh's door.

"Cal..."

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore Eric. I can't handle it."

"Cal I think your doing ok considering."

"Yeah I have a daughter who goes off and does god knows what. I have a son who yells at me constantly. And a little girl downstairs who doesn't understand why her father was takin away from her and quite francially I don't either.''

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It was 3 in the morning and Calleigh was sitting on her couch waiting for Angie to get home. There were so many things that were going through her mind right now. Angie walked in the door around 5 o' clock. She opened up the door and shushed it when she closed it to load.

"Shhhh..." said Angie to the door. She was obviously drunk.

"Were have you been?" asked Calleigh as she turned on the light next to the couch.

"Oh hey mom. What's up?"

"Angela Speedle do you know what time it is?"

"Time to go to bed." said Angie sarcastically and walked to the stairs.

"Angela you get your butt back in here right now."

"Your not my father."

"No but I am your mother and I said sit your butt down right now."

Angela did as told. Her father was bad but Calleigh had that southern temper that you just didn't want to push.

"Ang what has gotten in to you."

"Mom i'm not a little kid anymore."

"Your right your not. Your 19 years old. Your a big girl you should be in college getting your degree. Ang you used to take care of yourself, your out at all hours, you drunk, god knows waht drugs you do. Do you know that I could turn your right now."

"But you won't."

"That's right I won't. But what would you have done if another cop pulled you over and booked you and printed you. Or what if you would have gotten into a car accident and killed somebody or worse gotten yourself killed Ang-"

"Well then that would be great wouldn't it. I mean wouldn't it mom." started Angie tears streaming down her cheeks." I would be dead and i'd be exactly were I belong. With dad. I should have died that day not him. But you know what if I could go back and do it all over again I wish I was dead. I wish I was anywhere but here." said Angie as she ran up the stairs.

"Angie give it here."

"What?"

"I can smell the pot on your clothes... hand it over."

Angie sighed and took it out of her jacket pocket and threw it at her mother. "Are you happy now?"

"No. I'm not. How do you think your father would feel if he saw you doing this. I can tell you one thing he'd be alot harder on you then I am. Your father died Angie. He died. You need to get your life together and move on with it. You have a job."

"Yeah answering phones at CSI big deal."

"Yeah you know what it is a big deal Angie. You need to get on with your life. Your father died two years ago."

"How can you sit there and tell me that I need to move on with my life. When I hear you cry yourself to sleep every night for the past two years. You constantly tell me and Danny to get our acts together what about you mom. You get up, go to work, come home, make dinner, drink three or four glasses of wine, and then you cry yourself to sleep and get up the next day and do the same thing over and over again. Your pathetic mom."

"Get in that room and I don't want to see you for the rest of night!" yelled Calleigh.

"That wouldn't bother me any." yelled Angie "Go to hell mom." yelled Angie and slammed her door.

Calleigh stood there at the end of the steps with the bag of pot in her hand. And Calleigh couldn't denie she didn't think about using it. Instead she walked through the kitchen and into the bathroom that was next to the garage and flushed it. She needed to get her family back together. But what she really needed was Tim.