Tim woke up when he heard someone going through his kitchen downstairs. He looked around. Hadn't he slept in his clothes? Hadn't he not even gone under the blanket? The bedroom was a lot cleaner than this last night. What had he done? Tim groaned and buried his face in Calleigh's pillow. Did he do something stupid? Did he end up waking up and going out? Did he get drunk? Did he bring someone home? No. Even if he was drunk he wouldn't have sex with some random person. He was a married man. Tim decided to get out of bed and see who was downstairs. He quickly pulled a t-shirt on over his boxers and walked downstairs. He figured Alexx had come over.

"Alexx, shouldn't you be with your kids?" he called. "I do know how to cook. Calleigh didn't leave me totally inept."

"Why would I be leaving you?" Calleigh walked out of the kitchen. Tim let out a yelp and stumbled back into the small table and knocked over a lamp. It landed on the floor, shattering in a bunch of pieces. "Tim, come on! I liked that lamp!"

She walked over and bent down to pick the pieces up. Tim stared at her strangely and poked her slightly.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Calleigh whacked his hand away. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I think I am."

Calleigh stared at him, then walked back into the kitchen.

"Your Yankees lost." she called. Tim walked into the kitchen and sat down, not knowing what was going on.

"They didn't play last night."

"Really?" Calleigh tossed the sport's section of the newspaper in front of him. Tim stared at the headline.

Yankees Lose 10-2 to Boston.

"This isn't today's paper." Tim mumbled. "This was last week's. I read this already."

"Tim, you were yelling last night about how they were losing. You got pissed and went to bed." Calleigh said.

"I wasn't here last night!" he exclaimed. "I was at the lab and then the car broke down so I walked home and then this woman stopped me and started talking to me, saying everything would be okay..."

"Honey, are you feeling all right?"

"No! What... you... jewelry..."

"What are you talking about?" Calleigh asked. She shook her head and placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Eat. You're just hungry."

"Calleigh," Tim pushed the plate away from him. "You... what day is it?"

Calleigh glanced at the paper.

"The 13th."

"That's not possible! Yesterday was the 20th!" Tim exclaimed.

"Baby, yesterday was the 12th."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. You're scaring me." Calleigh said, a worried look on her face. Tim slumped back in his chair. What was going on? He wasn't crazy, he knew that."Tim..."

He ignored her and grabbed the phone, quickly dialing Eric's number.

"What the hell do you want?" the groggy voice asked.

"Delko, yesterday, me and Calleigh went to McCauley's Jewelers, remember the fakes jewels, the shooting..."

"What the fuck? Shit Speed, it's seven o clock. I'm on vacation and have a very beautiful woman lying next to me so please hang up and don't call me."

"Eric, wait... dammit!" He tossed the phone onto the counter and Calleigh stared at him, her mouth hanging open.

"Tim, you're really scaring me."

"How can I be the only one that remembers? Alexx will know!" he dialed Alexx's number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Janie? It's Uncle Tim. Is your mom there?"

"Yeah. Hold on... Tim?"

"Alexx, thank God!"

"What's wrong?"

"Okay, yesterday, me and Calleigh went to McCauley's Jewelers."

"You did? Doesn't she have enough jewelry?"

"No! For work! The little boy, he got kidnapped and his father tried to pay his ransom with fake jewels, so me and Calleigh went to the jewelry store to talk to the owner. There was the shooting and... and..." Tim glanced at Calleigh, who was looking more confused by the minute, "she died..."

"What are you talking about?"

"You... you don't remember? And you came into the break room and talked to me and gave me her wedding and engagement rings."

Calleigh waved her hand at him, the diamonds sparkling in the light.

"Honey, this is your vacation. Take it easy. You just had a bad dream. Is Calleigh there?"

"In the flesh..."

"Let me talk to her."

Tim handed the phone over and sunk down into his chair again. This was unbelievable. It was not a dream. There was no way that it was a dream. It was too real to be a dream.

"Mhmm... I don't know. He was fine yesterday." Calleigh was saying, "Yeah I will. He's just been acting weird since he got up. I know. Okay. Thanks Alexx."

She hung up the phone and sat down in Tim's lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. Tim buried his face in Calleigh's hair, breathing in her scent. Calleigh rested her chin on his shoulder, one hand rubbing his back softly, the other toying with the short hair at the nape of his neck.

"Baby..."

Tim ignored her, tears streaking his face. He didn't want to let her go. He was so confused right now but he didn't care because he had her, his beautiful Calleigh in his arms again.

"I love you." he mumbled. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Calleigh pulled away from Tim slightly and was shocked to find the tears. "Tim, honey it was just a dream."

"You don't understand. It... it was so real."

"I guess me being in bed this morning didn't help either."

Tim shook his head and Calleigh kissed his cheek.

"It's fine. I'm right here." she said softly. "Okay?"

Tim nodded and they stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Tim pulled Calleigh into a smoldering kiss. He tried to calm himself down, that it was just a dream, she was fine, and nothing was going to happen. But he was still shaken up.