Since Speedmonkey asked so nicely, here's the rest of the story. lol -----S/C------ "Hi. We're here to see Mr. McCauley." Calleigh said as Rudy walked over.

"Mr. McCauley is the previous owner. I'm the new owner, Rudolph Koehler. Call me Rudy."

"Oh. Well we need to speak with you about a customer of yours, Mrs. Tawny Williams."

"Yes I heard about her husband on the news. It's tragic." Rudy said as Tim walked off. Calleigh kept an eye on him and talked for a few minutes. Tim looked around and his eyes landed on a table. He saw the man under it and reached for his gun. Everything stopped.

"I see you've lasted a week."

Tim looked around, a confused look on his face. It was as if he was watching a movie and someone had pressed pause. He and Margaret were the only ones moving and talking.

"Is she gonna be okay?" he asked. Margaret gave him a look.

"You want to know what all of this was about?"

"Yeah. Is she gonna be okay?"

"This was never meant to be about Calleigh. Maybe if you listened to her everything would be okay."

"What?"

"Come here." Margaret walked over to a counter and Tim followed her. He stared down at the glass top and thought he was watching TV but it was, in fact, he and Calleigh walking through the halls of CSI.

"Hey I wanted to talk to you before I..."

"Before you what?" Tim asked.

"Before I sent Horatio my final report." Calleigh replied. They stopped walking.

"Look, my gun misfired. Okay? It misfired because I didn't clean it. That's why it jammed up and that's why Hollis is dead and I should probably resign."

"That's not true. He was shot from the left hand side and there was nothing you could've done."

"Well I feel like there was."

"Well there wasn't!" Calleigh exclaimed exasperatedly. "Look all I'm saying is next time it could be you and I'm just.. I'm just begging you. Clean your gun."

Margaret waved her hand like she was some kind of magician and the image faded off the counter. Tim's hand went to his gun and he stared at the woman before him.

"Do you ever clean your gun Tim?" she asked. He shamefully shook his head. "Even after she begged?"

Again, he shook his head, his eyes landed on his beloved Calleigh. This was all his fault.

"Yeah it is your fault." Margaret said, reading his mind. "You know why? Karma decided to give you a good kick in the ass. All Calleigh wanted was for you to clean your gun. She didn't want the materialistic things. She didn't need the vacation to Italy. All she wanted was to know that you listened to her and took her serious and she knew that you were safe. Now..."

She waved her hand again and a new scene came up. Tim stared at it. It was McCauley's but instead of Calleigh with him, it was Horatio.

"This is what could've happened if we didn't decide to let you realize your mistakes."she said. Tim turned away as he got shot and fell to the ground. "Dying, as some say, is the ultimate price but you and I both know that Calleigh means more to you than your life. So we wanted to see what would happened. Obviously you took it hard but you never realized about your gun."

"Can't I stop it?" Tim asked.

"You can take the bullet and instead of her dying in your arms, it'll be you dying in hers."

"I will die?"

"Depends on if you hit him."

"My gun isn't cleaned!"

"Well I can't magically conjure up a gun cleaning kit. Calleigh told you. Horatio gave you the damn thing. Why don't you do it? Obviously they care."

"Because it's... it's just there! It's like my badge!" Tim exclaimed. "I'm a scientist not a cop! Scientists are dorky people that hide behind beakers and analyze things. They don't go chasing after suspects!"

"You're a CSI, which means you're half and half." Margaret said. "But it's okay. If your job means more than your wife then let it be."

"Shut up. You don't know how much she means to me and I'd take her over my damn job any day. It's just a paycheck."

"Then... let's see what happens." Margaret walked out of the shop and everything started again.

"Tim!" Calleigh walked over and stood next to him. "What are you doing?"

"Go away." he said. "Cal, please... and give me your gun."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. I'll explain later." Tim said. A shot went off and Tim grabbed Calleigh, dragging her onto the floor. He reached over her and took her gun from her holster.

"What the hell!"

Tim ignored her and got on his knees to shoot. Next thing he knew, there was a burning pain in his shoulder and Calleigh's faint scream. He barely realized her grabbing the gun out of his hand and barely noticed her kneeling next to him.

"Tim!" she sounded distant and he had a hard time focusing his eyes on her face.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"No." Calleigh shook her head, tears pouring out of her eyes. "You don't have to be. You saved me Tim."

She grabbed her cell phone and called for immediate back up and an ambulance. When she got off she pressed her jacket against Tim's shoulder.

"You know," she started, "this whole week, you've been begging me not you leave you. Don't make me beg for you not to leave."

Calleigh noticed Tim's eyelids dropping and she shook her head.

"Tim, come on. You gotta stay awake."

"I'm tired."

"I know baby but please..."

"I..."

"Tim, stop it. Don't say any good byes or anything. You're going to be fine. Just hang on for a few more minutes. For me. Please? Because I really need you. I love you. I'm gonna need your help the next few months..."

He forced his eyes opened and stared at her, a dazed look clouding his normally alert eyes.

"Wha?" he slurred. Calleigh smiled slightly.

"Well we were talking and I said for my dad to stop drinking, see Italy... you did those two... we never got around to the baby this past week. But um... I... I took a test and it came out positive so I guess we will get around to the baby but Tim you have to stay with me because I need you here with me..."

He managed a nod and slumped against her.

"Tim, no. Come on don't do this." Calleigh tried shaking him gently but he was out of it.