Tim stared at the clock, dread filling him as it switched from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM. The red numbers sneered up at him, taunting him. He knew what was coming. How could he sleep knowing that in a few hours he'd be called to work? Tim sighed silently and swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. He ran his hands through his hair, resting his forehead in his palms. Calleigh, unknowingly of course, watched her husband go through his turmoil. For the whole week she watched it. They had come back from Italy this morning. Calleigh finally sat up and crawled behind Tim, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Baby..."
Tim glanced behind him to her and even in the dark, she could see the pained and depressed look on his brown eyes. Calleigh sighed, seeing they had gone back to day 1. For their whole trip, Tim had acted normally. There had been no talk of what Calleigh thought was a dream or him being depressed. Now, Tim was acting like he had that morning last week. Calleigh sunk back into the pillows and Tim crawled over to her, burying his face in her shoulder. She held him tightly, trying to calm him down. She had never seen this side of him before. She had never seen Tim Speedle cry so much. Hell, she had never even seen him cry before this week!
"I don't want to lose you." he mumbled.
"You're not." Calleigh said softly. "Sweetheart, listen to me. This day is going to come and go and I'm still going to be here."
"I didn't do what I had to do."
"Tim, you've done enough."
"Don't go to work."
"We're on vacation still."
"No. We're going to get called into work. Tell H you're sick or something."
"Tim, I've never taken a sick day. The only time I took off was for our honeymoon. I'm not going to start now because you had some nightmare."
"Calleigh you don't get it!" he choked out. "It wasn't a nightmare!"
"Will you stop? I thought we had gotten somewhere. Tim, I'm not going to die! I don't plan on it! I've got way too much stuff to do!"
"I won't let it happen Calleigh."
"Tim, get some sleep. Come on. Honey, everything is fine." Calleigh pulled him back to her and rubbed his back gently. "I'm still going to be here. You need to sleep."
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Calleigh woke up to the phone ringing.
"Don't get it." Tim mumbled, rolling over. Calleigh sighed and grabbed the cordless off its charger.
"Hello?"
"Calleigh? It's Horatio."
"Hey. What's up?"
"I know it's your vacation but I need you and Speed here at this crime scene. A boat crashed into one of the bridges."
Calleigh stared at Tim's back. He was awake, knowing what was going on.
"A-Alright we'll be there as soon as we can." Calleigh hung the phone up and Tim rolled onto his back.
"Believe me?"
"Coincidence." Calleigh mumbled getting out of bed.
"Dammit Cal it's not some stupid coincidence!" Tim exclaimed, sitting up. "Please. Baby, I'm begging you. Please don't go in today."
Calleigh shook her head and walked into the bathroom. Tim sighed and walked over to the closet. He'd just have to get Horatio to believe him.
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Horatio stared at Tim, wide-eyed after the younger man had finished his story.
"Speed..."
"H, it was not a dream. I would not lie to you!" he said.
"I know. Listen, I know it was hard but Calleigh isn't going anywhere. Go downstairs to the layout room and..."
"H, please don't let her near the jewelry store."
"Speed, there's nothing to do with a jewelry store."
"Yes there is! Dammit, Eric is going to come back..."
"Hey H!" Eric walked in, a big evidence bag in his hands. "Look what I found."
"...a bag of jewels in his hand." Tim mumbled, running his hand over his face. "Horatio, I am begging you."
"This about that stupid dream?" Eric asked. "He called me, crying about how Calleigh was dead even though I had talked to her that morning."
"It wasn't a dream!" Tim yelled.
"Speed, go process the jewels." Horatio ordered.
"Why won't you listen to me?"
"I am. Just go do something. Get out of my hair."
"Horatio..."
"Speed, go."
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"Alright, the jewels were fake but Mrs. Williams swears up and down that they have real jewels. They do all of their dealings through a McCauley's Jewelers." Horatio said, reading off a pad. "Speed, go."
"Eric, come with me." he said quickly. Eric raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"I've got to go over that fish I found Speed." he said. "Sorry."
"Horatio, I got those results you needed." Valera said, popping her head into the break room.
"Calleigh, go with him." Horatio said, following Valera out. Tim stared Calleigh down, a pleading look in his eyes. She shook her head, grabbed the keys, and walked out. Tim quickly went after her.
"Cal. Calleigh!" he grabbed her arm and she yanked it out of his grasp.
"Look, I am sick of your stupid little rants about your stupid dream! It's not real! I'm not going to get shot going into a jewelry store!"
"You don't get it!" Tim said, an incredulous laugh in his voice. "I've already gone through this. All of us have but none of you remember it for some goddamn reason!"
"Because it didn't happen Tim!" Calleigh exclaimed. "Just because you're being plagued by nightmares doesn't mean I have to stop doing my job!"
She tossed the keys at him.
"You drive."
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Tim pulled in front of McCauley's and grabbed Calleigh's hand before she could leave the Hummer. She reluctantly looked at him and Tim pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. Calleigh finally gave in and returned the kiss just as passionate.
"You can do all the talking while we're in here." Tim said. Calleigh nodded and they got out of the car. Tim slowly walked towards the building that had haunted his dreams for the past week. It all came down to this.