In The Arms Of An Angel Chapter 5, a csi: miami fanfic

Author's note: Finally the end. lol. This story didn't realy go the way I wanted it to. But anyways thank you guys for all your reviews.

EPILOGUE----

8 YEARS LATER----

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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

"Good morning."

'Morning." said Calleigh through a yawn. "You woke me up."

"I'm sorry. But you looked so peaceful...I just had to have you." smirked Tim and rolled Calleigh over so she was off his chest and onto the bed.

"Tim...its like...3:30 in the morning." said Calleigh glancing at the clock.

"So..."

"Sooo...Tim we got to get up for work in like 3 hours."

"What happen to the Calleigh Speedle I used to know. You know the one who could go all night."

"And what happen to the Timothy James Speedle I used to know that would be nice and let his wife sleep." said Calleigh rolling over.

"Hey, I didn't say your full name."

"So..."

"Calleigh come on. Mark's gone...we have the whole house to ourselves."

Calleigh sighed and sat up. "I thought when you got older you were supposed to have less sex." started Calleigh. "Besides Mark's been gone all weekend, and we've been off all weekend, or have you sudden;y got amnesia and forgot what we did ALL weekend. I'm tired Tim."

Tim sighed and cuddled with Calleigh instead.

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"Mom...dad...I'm home." called Mark Speedle as he came through the front door. "Mom...Dad. Didn't they say they'd be home?" asked Mark to Eric.

Eric nodded and walked upstairs with his nephew. He wasn't his real nephew but Tim and Eric were practically brothers anyway so why not. "Speed...Cal."

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"Did you lock the door?" whispered Calleigh.

"No...I thought you did."

Calleigh shook her head. "Let's go into the bathroom."

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Tim and Calleigh had just shut the door to the bathroom when Eric opened there bedroom door. Eric saw the sheets on the bed all over the place, candles, and soft music playing in the back ground when it suddenly dawned on him. "I'll uh...take him out for a burger." said Eric as he smirked and closed the door. Tim and Calleigh heared Eric mutter. "Wish...Maxine treated me that good."

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In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

"Come on dad you suck pitching with your right hand. Use your left."

"I can't."

"Why?" asked Mark stubbronly.

"Because. I just can't ok."

"Fine. But how do you expect me to make the team if you can't even through me a good pitch."

Tim sighed and threw the ball down and walked inside. Mark sighed and ran inside to his dad.

"Dad everytime I suggest you use your left hand you get hot headed what's the big deal?"

"Your to young to understand."

"Dad...i'm eight."

"Your to young...kids your age should be worried about...baseball and...just not this." said Tim and got up. Calleigh sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Mom...why can't dad tell me?"

"It's a hard issue for him sweetie."

"Why?"

Calleigh sighed and pulled Mark onto her lap. "Because if things would have went differently that night then your father wouldn't have you...or me."

"What happend to him?"

"Me and your father got called to a crime scene, turned out it was fake. We never found the real reason for it. But I went to check the perimeter and your father went inside. He didn't know there was a perp in their and the perp shot your father. I came in shot the perp and you father didn't almost make it."

"Oh." was all Mark could say. "Thanks for telling me mom."

Calleigh nodded and watched her son walk away. She then got up and walked into the living room.

"Why'd you have to tell him?"

"It was time he knew. I don't know why you act like its such a big deal." said Calleigh and went back into the kitchen.

"If you only knew." muttered Tim and turned on the t.v.

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Tim walked into the house just like he did that day. He started to walk upstairs when he saw a shadow, he looked up and fired. He missed. Great. He fell backwards hitting his head on a few steps. Then suddenly everything went into rewind.

"You take the perimeter. I'll go inside." stated Calleigh.

"Fine." said Tim.

Tim heared a gunshot and ran inside. He saw the guy and fired directly at his head, the man then fell back into the table at the top of the stairs.

"Calleigh..."

"Tim..."

"Hey your gonna be ok."

"Tim...I can't feel anything."

"I know baby but your gonna be ok."

"I...I..."

"Calleigh...no!" said Tim as he shook Calleigh frantically. "NO!"

Needless did Tim know that what he was doing in his dream he was also doing in real life. Well the shaking part anyway.

"Calleigh baby please..."

Calleigh jerked awake. "Tim...honey...stop shaking me."

"Damn it."

"Tim honey...your having a nightmare...wake up." said Calleigh as she took her husband's strong hands off him.

"Calleigh!"

"Tim honey i'm right here." Tim jerked awake and looked at Calleigh.

"It felt so real."

"What...what felt so real?" asked Calleigh worriedly.

"That day...the blood...I...I could feel it on my hands." said Tim and quickly got otu of bed.

"Tim honey come lay back down. We'll talk about it."

Tim shook his head frantically, putting on a pair of jeans and a button up shirt. "I...I gotta get out of here." said and closed the door behind him, leaving Calleigh completley clueless.

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

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Tim sat in his SUV, driving down Biscayne. Why after all these years was he just now starting to have the nightmares again. He went to therapy. He did physical therapy. Calleigh took care of him for heaven's sake. He was happy he had a wife who loved him, a son who admired him, friends that would die for him, one hell of a job. Hell Horatio even asked him to take his place one day, so why now? When everything was good. Why would he start having these nightmares now?

In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

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Tim sighed and leaned up against the door to his bedroom. He looked over at Calleigh who had her face barried in his pillow, he smiled. Even when she snored she was beautiful. It wasn't a loud annoying snore like Delko's, it was a soft..whistling almost kinda snore. Tim smiled and walked over to her, he gently ran his hands through her hair, she stirred slightly and went right back to sleep. Tim smiled once again and went to the other side of the bed and got in. He wrapped a arm around her and kissed her hair.

"Did you clear your head?"

Tim nodded into her back.

"Honey whenever you wanna talk about it...i'm here."

"I know." said Tim and pulled her to him. "And I thank god everyday...that I get a chance to talk to you."

Calleigh smiled and kissed her husband. Which she knew would be many more years to come.

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

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