Calleigh smiled as she walked into Trace.

"Hey there handsome."

"Huh? Oh hey." Tim mumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just... weird."

"What is?"

"I thought I was hearing voices but..."

"Baby this is CSI. We've got tons of people here. Of course you're hearing voices."

"She's going crazy."

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Who's going crazy?" Tim asked.

"I'm beginning to think you are." Calleigh teased. "You're just working too hard. Take a break."

"Nah. If I keep occupied I don't hear it."

Calleigh gave Tim a strange look but nodded.

"I have to go pick Ava up from my mom's then I have a doctor's appointment. So I'm bringing her here and you need to watch her."

"Why don't you just go to your appointment, then get her?" Tim asked.

"My mom has to go out and can't take her."

Tim nodded.

"Alright. I'll see you later then." he leaned over and kissed Calleigh quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too." she smiled, then walked out. She popped her head back in quickly. "I expect my results when I get back."

"Slavedriver."

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"I'm just sorry. I wish that... that things were different."

"We have to go back to work."

"I don't want to leave him."

"Come on."

"Daddy!"

"What?" Tim looked over at Ava. He had been home for some time now and Calleigh hadn't come back from the doctor's yet.

"Play Candyland with me." Ava ordered, handing her father the box.

"Play Candyland with me, please." Tim instructed. Ava rolled her chocolate eyes but nodded.

"Please?"

Tim really wanted to watch the baseball game but turned the TV off and opened the box, then set the game up. They agreed on best of five. The tally was 4-0 in Ava's favor when Calleigh walked into the house.

"Hey." Tim pushed himself off the floor and went over towards Calleigh but she went upstairs, slamming their bedroom door behind her.

"Daddy?"

Tim turned back to his daughter and saw the confused look on her face.

"Is Mommy okay?"

"Yeah." Tim wasn't so sure though. "Stay here, okay?"

Ava nodded and Tim disappeared upstairs. He walked into his bedroom and found Calleigh curled up on their bed, blowing her nose with a Kleenex. Tim frowned and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Calleigh let a few more tears be shed and shook her head.

"Please tell me."

Calleigh sighed and wiped her eyes.

"I haven't been feeling well the past few days."

Tim felt his heart begin to race, not knowing what Calleigh was going to say.

"So I... I kinda thought that I might be pregnant."

Tim hoped the shock wasn't visible on his face. Another kid? He just got used to being a father.

"So I made an appointment with my doctor and she ran some tests and... I'm not."

"Then... what's with the tears?" Tim asked.

"Because I wanted another baby Tim!" Calleigh exclaimed. "And I got myself so psyched that I was pregnant and... it's just a total let down."

"So then... what was wrong with you?"

"I was just stressed and have a cold."

Tim sat in silence and Calleigh got off the bed and walked over to the window.

"You don't want another one do you?"

"It's not that Calleigh. I just... Ava is still a baby."

"She's gonna be four Tim. She's not a baby."

"She's my baby." he bit his tongue. Where the hell did that come from? He barely knew the kid. Tim sighed and walked over to Calleigh, then wrapped his arms around her waist. "You really want another baby?"

"Yes but... if you don't want one then that's fine."

"Calleigh, I do." and Tim meant that. He had always wanted a family with Calleigh. Two kids, three kids, hell even four kids would be fine by him. He had been stupid about leaving Calleigh and sadly, he knew that he would never get another chance with her. Well that was until he woke up and had a family with her. Tim turned Calleigh around and kissed her softly. Calleigh immediately responded to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tim pushed her back onto their bed and Calleigh pushed him away.

"Tim..."

"What?" he had a dazed look on his face.

"Later. Didn't you promise T.J you'd take him to the park to play some baseball?"

"I did, didn't I?" Tim sat up and Calleigh wiped he lipstick off his lower lip.

"Straighten your shirt." she added, smiling slightly.

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Tim caught the baseball and lobbed it back to T.J.

"Dad?"

"What?"

"You okay?"

"Your mother ask you to talk to me?"

T.J snickered and shook his head.

"You're just... acting different."

"Like how?"

"Like... when you woke up that day. Kinda creepy."

"Oh." Tim examined the baseball in his hand, then threw it back to his son. "I'm sorry. But... am I back to acting the way I should?"

"No." T.J threw the ball back and Tim winced when it hit his hand. He knew he should've brought a glove. "We haven't spent a lot of time together."

"What are we doing now?"

"Well this is one of the first times."

They went into a lapse of silence, the only sound was the ball hitting T.J's glove. Tim thought over what he said. Did Calleigh realize he was acting... different or was it just T.J wanting to spend more time together?