Tim glanced at the clock on the dashboard and sighed.
"We still have another fifteen minutes."
"Do you think people will get scared when they see me?" Calleigh asked cheerfully.
"Well... if they're anything like your mother this morning," Tim started then laughed quietly, "Yeah I do."
"I thought she was gonna die. Then I thought she was gonna kill my father." Calleigh pulled her hair into a ponytail and saw Tim eyeing her. "You don't like it do you?"
"I'm not too fond of the brown but it's just hair. It's dye right?"
"Yeah."
"It'll come out then. You're beautiful to me anyway. Besides I fell in love with you for your personality. Your gorgeous looks were just a bonus." Tim smiled, tugging at Calleigh's ponytail. She smiled and leaned over the arm rest to kiss him. He met her half way and kissed her deeply. "Please be careful today."
"I will." Calleigh promised. Tim nodded and took her left hand in his right, staring intently at the diamond rings on her ring finger. "Tim..."
"Hmm?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just... got this weird feeling that something's about to happen."
"Yeah Eric is about to bang on the window." Calleigh eyed their friend walking towards the SUV in the rearview mirror. Tim chuckled but shook his head.
"That's not it." as Eric nearly broke the window. Tim rolled the window down and look at his friend.
"You know it's not fair." Eric said. "Everyone knows you're still alive and I'm the one left outta the loop."
"Oh I'm sorry Eric." Calleigh grinned. "Next time I come back from the dead I'll make sure to give you a call first."
"There won't be a next time." Tim said. Calleigh smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"Stop worrying so much." she suggested, kissing his cheek. "Come on. Don't want the boss to be mad."
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Tim saw his cell phone light up on the table so he yanked his headphones and grabbed it.
"Yeah, Speed. Okay where?" he paled. "H... that's my address."
"I know Speed." he said solemnly. "Just please get Calleigh and get over here."
"Is Hannah okay? Is she hurt?"
"She's not here Speed."
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Calleigh let out a cry and buried her head in Tim's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. Their living room was trashed, blood was heavily splattered on the walls, and Dina Duquesne was currently getting a nasty head wound treated by a few EMTs.
"It's him." Calleigh mumbled, tearing herself out of Tim's arms. She stared at the wall, where, 'I told you' was written in a red liquid that sickeningly looked like blood. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have come here. I need to get out of here."
"Calleigh..."
"No. I'm sorry Tim. I'm so sorry." she cried. Tim grabbed her by the shoulders and steadied her.
"Shut up! It's not your fault! You don't have anything to be sorry about!" he exclaimed. Then he spoke to Horatio, but kept his eyes locked on Calleigh's. "I want him found Horatio."
"He will Speed. Eric, get a sample of this... blood back to the lab. Guys..."
"We're working it." Calleigh said.
"You can't. You're too close."
"Yeah and so are you and Eric!"
Horatio knew she was right.
"Alright. Start processing."
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"Well?" Tim asked.
"I took a lot of samples. So far a few have come up with alleles in common to you guys. So some of it is Hannah's blood." Eric replied. "Most of it is unknown and spatter on the bottom of the wall is not human."
"What is it?"
"Dog."
Calleigh looked up at Tim.
"I didn't see Ralph when we got there."
Tim grabbed the keys and headed out towards his truck.
"How's your mom?" Eric asked.
"She's gonna be fine. Had to get stitches but she's fine." Calleigh said, rubbing her forehead. She noticed Eric watching her. "I know Eric! I'm a brunette."
"I like you as a blonde."
"Yeah me too."
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"Ralph!" Tim called, glancing around his house. He heard a whimper so he knew the dog was there. "Ralph, c'mere boy!"
Ralph let out a low, pained bark and Tim saw the door to the garage was open. Tim glanced at the wall. Tiny blood drops led from the wall all the way to the door.
"No..." he mumbled, going into the garage. "Ralph!"
Tim moved the flashlight and saw the puppy hidden behind the Ducati.
"Ralph, come here."
He let out a howl and Tim went over to him and his eyes widened. Ralph's right hind leg was a mess. His fur was caked with dry blood and Tim could see that he was still bleeding from a wound.
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"Speed!"
Tim glanced over his shoulder and saw Eric and Calleigh walking in.
"Hey. What..." Tim stared at Calleigh, who's hair was now blonde again.
"I didn't want to wait for the dye to come out." she replied. "Where is he?"
"Surgery."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I dunno." Tim admitted as a veterinarian came out.
"Mr. Speedle?"
"Yeah."
"Your dog—Ralph?"
"My daughter named him." Tim muttered. "Is he okay?"
"He'll be fine. I have his leg in a cast but... I pulled a bullet out of his wound."
"Can I see it?" Calleigh asked. The vet looked at her. "Oh I'm sorry. Det. Calleigh Speedle. I'm with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab."
"Your dog was shot detective and you need the bullet for?"
"He's part of an on-going kidnapping." Tim said. "He's evidence."
