A/N: Tim will be in Bold-Italics while his fellow chatter will just be Bold.
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Hi. You seem like the only interesting person in here.
Tim snorted and glanced at his screen name. CSIGuy24 oh yeah, very interesting.
CSI huh?
You know what a CSI is?
I'm not stupid. You got a name CSI?
You got a name?
Ally. Yours?
Speed. Why did you want to talk to me?
Like I said. You sounded interesting. Where are ya from?
Miami.
Tim stared at the screen. Why was he telling this woman his name and where he was? But for some reason, he wanted to talk to her.
How about you?
Seattle.
Far way from me. You married?
I was. You?
I was.
Divorced?
Tim swallowed and found himself typing.
No. My wife died, last year.
Oh I'm sorry. How long have you been a CSI?
Eight years.
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Tim said good night to Ally and shut the computer off. He felt... slightly whole for some reason. He hadn't felt that way since... well since Calleigh. Tim shook his head.
'Stop. It's just some girl on the internet. You'll never talk to her again.' he thought, walking upstairs. He stopped in Hannah's room and eased himself down onto her bed, watching her sleep. She was so much like Calleigh it scared Tim. When he found out Calleigh was dead he broke down. For a while he didn't want anything to do with Hannah. He was scared that she would be mad at him and he was scared that he couldn't handle raising her. But he ended up being okay, well as okay as you could be for losing your lover. Tim stifled a yawn and leaned down, kissing Hannah's forehead lightly.
"I love you Hannah." he whispered, brushing her curls out of her face. She rolled over, kicking Tim's ass lightly. He walked out of the room and went down to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. He pulled his shirt over his head, shed his jeans, tossed them in the pile of dirty clothes, and collapsed onto his bed.
"I can't believe you're just replacing me like this. How could you Tim?"
"Cal, I..."
"No. You just don't care about what we had huh?"
"Had? We're together right now."
Tim turned back around to collect more evidence and heard a gunshot. He swerved around and saw Calleigh lying on her back, blood seeping out from under her.
"Daddy!"
Tim quickly sat up, breathing heavily and looked around. Hannah was standing in the doorway, a timid look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Tim mumbled. 'It was just a dream. You weren't even there when she got shot.' he thought. "Hannah, what's wrong?"
"I had a bad dream." she whispered.
"You're not the only one." Tim sighed. "Come here."
Hannah ran over and crawled into bed next to him.
"What was it about?"
"Scary monster."
"That narrows it down." Tim smiled. "Honey, it was just a dream. Everything's fine."
"I don't want to go back to sleep." Hannah said, burying her head in Calleigh's pillow.
"Hannah..."
"Can I stay here?"
Tim nodded. He'd do anything right now to go back to sleep but he wasn't sure he wanted to either.
