"Hey."

"Hi." Calleigh didn't look up from the computer. Tim sat down behind her and rubbed her shoulder.

"Get anywhere?"

"No. You?"

"I've got good news. The unidentifiable blood stains were cow blood."

"So he planned this." Calleigh whispered. "He knew that I was still alive. He came to my apartment one night, that night I signed off without a goodbye. I hit him over the head a few times with a... some object. I threw it out of course, to hide the evidence. Before I ran out the door he told me that he'd get Hannah. He knew about her. He knows about you and it's only a matter of time before he kills you."

"Cal, no one is killing me."

"You don't understand Tim. If I leave, if I go back to him then he'll stop."

"You're not leaving me again. You don't have to give into him."

"Yeah. Yeah I do."

Tim put a hand on the swivel chair and turned it around. Once Calleigh was facing him, he put a hand on each of the chair's arms.

"What happened to the Calleigh that was fearless? Never let anyone push her around?"

"There never was. It was just a cover." she mumbled, looking away from Tim. He grasped her chin gently and turned her face back to his.

"I know this has got you upset. It's got me upset too but Calleigh, I don't blame you baby. No one does."

"I do!" she cried. "I do Tim because if I hadn't come back home then this wouldn't have happened."

"She's going to be fine Calleigh. I promise you. Even if I die to get to her, she's going to be fine."

The computer beeped and Calleigh turned back around.

"The bullet from Ralph matches a .22 that was used in 96 to murder Jack McGinnis."

"I remember that." Tim said. "Guy had it in with the mob and when the cops started following him then he gave up one of the mob's top guys and he obviously paid for it."

"What are you doing here?" a voice snarled from behind them. They both turned around to see Dennis Sackheim there.

"Maybe I should ask you why you weren't at my house." Tim growled. "My daughter was kidnapped while you should've been watching the house."

"Coffee break." Dennis said and Tim went to throw his fist at him but Calleigh grabbed his arm.

"It's not worth it." she murmured. "I'm not hiding anymore Dennis."

"Well that's not for you to decide." he said. "You're coming with me."

"No. I'm staying here. I'm finding my daughter then I'm going back to my old life."

"You want to get killed? You want to put your family in more jeopardy than you already have?"

"She hasn't." Tim said, stepping in front of Calleigh. "I asked her to come back. We've been talking on the computer for the past five months. I found out it was her and asked her to come back."

"Stop Tim." Calleigh sighed. "Michael Vartan came to my apartment where you hid me. Wonderful job on that by the way. He attacked me Dennis. I just managed to escape and I went to the only place I felt safe."

"But you're not!" he exclaimed. "Vartan can come back at anytime he wants. He can kill your daughter anytime he wants. You wrecked this whole protection idea by being selfish!"

"Selfish?" Calleigh asked. "I was hurt! Half the time I didn't know where I was going and then I realized I was at my home, my real home. I'm sorry if I wanted my husband there to comfort me and protect me from that bastard."

"He did a fine job of it." Dennis sneered.

"Yeah well at least he's doing a better job than you and your lackeys." Calleigh spat. "Now get the hell out of my lab."

Dennis silently agreed but Tim knew he'd be back later. He turned to Calleigh with wide eyes.

"Who are you? My Calleigh never yelled at feds or told them off."

Calleigh gave a small laugh and Tim pulled her into a warm hug as she started crying.

"He's right." she sobbed.

"No he's not. Hannah's gonna be fine Calleigh. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I started this."

"No. If anyone started this it was your father. You shouldn't have had to marry Michael and go through all of this." Tim said quietly, stroking Calleigh's blonde locks. "Baby, everything is going to be fine."

"She must hate me."

"Calleigh, listen to me. She doesn't hate you. She loves you more than anything and knows that this isn't your fault."

"I just want our baby back Tim." she cried into his chest.

"I k-know Ca-Cal." he choked out, tears sliding down his own cheeks. "I d-do to-too."

Horatio watched the grieving couple through the window and headed after Dennis.

"Dennis!"

"What do you want Horatio?" he asked, turning around.

"I want to know where Michael Vartan is."

"Well your guess is as good as mine."

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if the feds kept him in jail."

"He got parol Horatio. Even the worst of killers get it." Dennis said.

"Listen to me," Horatio growled. "If that little girl is hurt in anyway or dies I will be after your head."

"You know, this whole damn lab seems to care so much about this kid. Maybe you should release the case from your hands and let me handle it."

"And let it get even more fucked up?"

Dennis stepped back, never hearing Horatio curse like that. Horatio pointed behind him to the ballistics lab.

"Tim and Calleigh are like my kids. Hannah is my goddaughter. You mess this up Dennis, and I'll have everyone all over you."

"This is too personal for you."

"I'll remove myself from the case when I think I should. Hey Dennis, maybe if you didn't go for a coffee break, the Speedles wouldn't have to go through this heartache of losing a child."

Dennis gave Horatio a seething look and disappeared into the elevator.