Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.

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"But..."

"I'm sorry Calleigh. I just..."

"I thought you loved me."

"I do. It's just..."

"Your job is more important." she said flatly.

"It's not that..."

"Yes it is. Get out of here."

Calleigh was jolted from her thoughts when the break room door swung open.

"Hey Cal." Tim smiled. "Delko, you want to go out tonight?"

"No. I got work." he muttered. "See you guys later."

"What about you Calleigh?" Tim asked. She gave him a look and walked out of the room. "Guess I'm going alone huh?"

Tim sighed and went into the locker room. Calleigh was grabbing her stuff and Tim leaned against his locker.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You sure you don't want to come out?"

"Why? So you break my heart again?" Calleigh snapped, slamming her locker shut.

"Look, I apologized."

"You're an ass Speed. We were happy and you chose your job over me. We were better friends than lovers. I'll see you tomorrow." Calleigh grabbed her jacket and walked out. Tim shook his head and grabbed his helmet off the top shelf in his locker. He walked out to the garage where his Ducati was and got on. He sat there for a second, revving the engine then sped off..

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Tim heard his alarm clock go off and an arm wrapped around his waist. Oh God. What did he do last night? A door opened and two sets of footsteps came in.

"You're mean!"

"No!"

"T.J bit me!"

"Liar!"

"I don't lie! Daddy, T.J bit me!"

'It's just the TV. You fell asleep with the TV on.' Tim thought, keeping his eyes closed.

"Tim, you heard her." a southern drawl said. Tim jumped out of bed and Calleigh propped herself up on her elbow. "What's wrong?"

"WHAT'S WRONG?" Tim yelled. "You're in my bed and these two little monsters, whoever they are... get out!"

He stared at the two kids, a boy with blonde, spiky hair and brilliant green eyes and a little girl with dark curly hair and chocolate eyes. The little girl burst out crying and Calleigh pulled her onto her lap.

"What is wrong with you?" Calleigh hissed.

"What's wrong with me? Calleigh, why are you here?"

"I dunno. I've lived here for the past eight years."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Will you watch your mouth!"

"Calleigh, this isn't funny anymore."

"I really don't understand." she said slowly. "Ava, Daddy's just being silly."

Tim stared at Calleigh, rocking the little girl, Ava apparently. He let out a groan and looked around for his t-shirt and jeans.

"In the dresser." Calleigh said. Tim yanked a Yankees jersey and jeans out of the dresser, quickly dressed, and ran downstairs. He looked around and stared at the wall. Wedding pictures, birthdays, Christmas... Tim rubbed his eyes and blinked. Right there in front of him was Calleigh in a strapless white gown, smiling brightly with him in a tux, right next to her. Valera, Alexx, and two girls that Tim didn't know were flanking Calleigh while Eric, Horatio, Tim's brother, and father were flanking Tim.

Tim groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, then suddenly stopped. He glanced down at his left hand. On his left right finger was a white gold band. Okay... so what did he do last night? Did Eric and Calleigh decide to come out with him and... and they got married? But who's kids were those? Wait, no. That couldn't be it. Calleigh knows these kids. She obviously has known them for a while. The little girl... Ava? Yeah Ava seemed quite content with her. And why did she look just like Tim and that boy... T.J? Why did he look just like Calleigh. Calleigh said she lived here for eight years. So... so then T.J was what? Seven? And Ava looked about three...

This was utterly impossible. There was no way. He had just been at work yesterday and Calleigh hated his guts. How could they suddenly be married and have two kids?

"What is going on with you?"

Tim jumped and looked at Calleigh.

"How long have we been married?"

"Eight and a half years. Tim, you're scaring me."

"Calleigh, I don't remember any of this." Tim gestured towards the wall. "Yesterday you hated me."

"Of course I hated you. You stole my crime light, again."

"No. We weren't married. I don't know who those kids are."

"Tim, stop."

"Calleigh! This isn't my life!" Tim exclaimed.

"Oh so then I just married someone who looks like you?"

"No! We're not married! I'm not married! You're not married! You don't have kids! I don't have kids! We don't have kids together!"

Calleigh crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall.

"Honey, do you want to go to the doctor?"

"No! I want to go back to my apartment."

"Well an old lady lives there now, at least she did when we sold it. She had the hots for you so I'm sure she'll let you live there with her."

"Mommy, T.J kicked me!" Ava ran down to them, screaming and crying. "It hurts."

"I need to go. Drive. Away." Tim said.

"Timothy James Speedle!"

Tim froze and T.J raced downstairs.

"Mom, I didn't kick her."

"Then why does she have a bruise?" Calleigh asked.

"Wait, what's your name?" Tim turned around and looked at T.J.

"Tim, enough!" Calleigh yelled. "It's not funny anymore! T.J get ready for school."

"What about me Mommy?" Ava asked.

"I'll put an ice pack on you knee? How's that sound?"

Ava nodded. Tim rushed out to the garage and paled. He walked back in.

"Where's the Ducati?" he asked.

"That old thing? You sold it when T.J was born." Calleigh replied, setting Ava on the counter.

"No. No I didn't. I would never sell the Ducati."

"Well you did. You drive an Explorer now." Calleigh tossed the keys at Tim and he stared down at his hand. When was this joke gonna end?