"I know I've been stupid the past few months but I just care about her. She was really upset and I hate seeing her like that. Now I may never have the chance to tell you I'm sorry."

Tim woke up with a start and looked around. What was happening to him?

"Tim?"

He looked over and saw Calleigh watching him.

"Baby, you okay?"

"I don't know."

------------S/C----------

Tim found himself putting distance between him and Calleigh and their kids. He left early in the morning for work and came home late at night, long after the kids and Calleigh were in bed. He gave Calleigh short, simplistic answers when she asked talked to him. Tonight, Tim wasn't so lucky. He closed the door behind him as he stepped into his darkened house and a light flipped on. Tim swerved around and saw Calleigh sitting in his leather recliner, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Tim headed towards the stairs when Calleigh stopped him.

"Timothy, don't you dare ignore me. Come here."

"Cal, please don't."

"No I want to know what's going on with you. I want to know what's going on so when our daughter asks why her daddy is never there anymore, I can give her an answer."

"Well I dunno Cal." Tim spat. "Maybe you can tell her he's going insane."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it's true." Tim mumbled, running his hands through his hair.

"Sit down."

Tim sighed and flopped down on the couch.

"I've been having these weird dreams. Someone is talking. Sometimes it's Horatio. Sometimes it's you, Eric, Alexx... then people that I've never heard before." he said. "And sometimes they're not dreams. I hear it during the day, while I'm working, playing with the kids, when we... er... are having sex..."

Calleigh tried not to laugh and Tim got on his knees in front of her.

"I am madly in love with you." he said, making Calleigh's eyes widen slightly. "I have been since the day I met you. We dated okay? Then I was acting totally stupid and gave you up. I gave you up for my job. You swore to me that you'd never give me a second chance but obviously someone did. I..."

"She's going home in a few months. She said she'll give you until March but then she's leaving. She can't be around you anymore."

"Everyone says that the past eight years have happened but I don't remember one bit of it, until November. But I never stopped loving you. These past few months have been great. I've fallen in love with our kids Cal. They're amazing. But for a while I've been feeling like this isn't real."

"Do... do you want a divorce or something?"

"No. God didn't you hear me? I love you and our kids more than anything! It's just I went to bed one night, single and no responsibilities and then I woke up the next morning and I was married to you and had kids."

"That's not possible Tim. Believe me, you've been here the past eight years." Calleigh said.

"Then why don't I remember it?"

"I don't know. Maybe you're lying to me?"

"I would never lie to you." Tim assured. "I just... I don't know what's going on."

"Then I guess you're not who I thought you were huh? You weren't the one who proposed to me, who married me, who watched T.J being born, who watched him grow up, who watched Ava being born, and be a wonderful father to them. I guess one day I woke up with a different man in my bed." Calleigh said. "Maybe this is your way of wanting a divorce."

"Calleigh, I don't want that."

"Then why are you acting crazy?" she exclaimed. "I... I saw you going back to normal after a few weeks when you had that dream."

"Calleigh that wasn't a dream! That was how my life was!"

"I don't want to talk about it Tim." she said quietly. "I'm going to bed."

Calleigh stood up and walked towards the stairs, leaving Tim kneeling on the floor.

"You know Calleigh you ask me what's wrong, then you don't believe me." he called.

---------S/C-------

Tim found himself in his old bedroom back in his parents' house and let out a yelp, seeing someone sitting on his bed.

"Brad?"

"Hey Tim." his best friend greeted him.

"Oh god..." Tim glanced around his old room. "I'm in hell aren't I? I'm dead? They let you come and take me?"

Brad laughed and shook his head.

"No. You're not dead and this isn't hell. This is where we talked most often."

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

"I think you're pretty confused right now. Right?"

"How do you know?"

"Hell man, if I was hearing voices I'd either be worrying about my sanity or be confused."

"I'm both. Wait, how did you know I'm hearing voices?"

Brad sighed and shook his shaggy hair out of his eyes.

"As you could tell, that is not your life with Calleigh and Ava and T.J." he said. "Right now you're in a coma."

"What?"

"Yeah. You got into an accident on your Ducati driving home from work one night. Since you're out of it, I've decided, as your best friend, to show you what life would've been like if you took the right path. Of course you being the idiot you are always chose the wrong path and you have to pay the consequences."

"Wait, but... so none of this is really happening?" Tim asked.

"No. It's a... vision you're having while you're in this coma."

"Am I... gonna come out of it?"

"Depends if you want to."

"Of course I want to!"

"Then I suppose you will." Brad said, standing up.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Tim asked.

"Yeah."

"No! You can't just leave me here!"

"I'm gonna have to. Think things over. How you're gonna repair things with Calleigh when you regain consciousness."

"So I do have a chance of being with her?"

"I dunno. Depends on what she wants."

"Brad, you can't leave me hanging like this!" Tim yelled as his friend disappeared.