"Mommy, I'm scared. I don't like it here. I want to come home."

Calleigh was in a darkened room but could hear Hannah's voice.

"Hannah, where are you?"

"Right here. Mommy, help me."

Before Calleigh could respond she heard a laugh, one she knew too well.

"She can't help you anymore Hannah."

"Michael, leave her alone."

There was silence then Calleigh heard the click of a revolver.

"Michael, stop." she begged. "Please, don't her hurt. I'll do whatever you want."

"Too late."

Calleigh woke up with a scream and Tim groaned, feeling a hand slap his cheek.

"I didn't do it." he mumbled sleepily, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

Calleigh was sitting up as well, breathing heavily.

"Calleigh?"

"What?" she yelled. Tim raised his eyebrows slightly and moved away from her.

"What's wrong?"

Calleigh locked her eyes on his and flung herself into his arms, sobbing hysterically.

"I... he... Tim, we have to get her back." she cried.

"We are honey, shh..." he pressed his lips against her forehead and rubbed her back.

"He's gonna hurt her and I can't live with that."

"He's not going to do anything to her."

"How do we know that? He... he might've done something to her already." Calleigh mumbled. All she kept hearing was Hannah's frightened voice in her head and wished it would go away. "We need to find her."

"We will. Just relax. We to get some sleep or else we'll be dead on our feet."

"Tim, that dream I just had... it... it seemed so real."

"It wasn't though. Everything is going to be fine baby."

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

"Miami-Dade Crime Lab."

"Hi. I'm Jesse Evans. I was wondering if I could speak to Calleigh Duquesne."

"She just walked in so yes." Paula handed the phone over. "Calleigh..."

She brought it to her ear.

"Calleigh Duquesne..."

"We at last speak. Our last meeting wasn't very good Calleigh."

"What do you want?" she hissed, going as far as the phone cord would reach. "Where's my daughter?"

"Right here... happy."

"Oh I highly doubt that. Let me talk to her."

"Nuhuh, just wait a minute. Let's talk."

"I'd rather not."

"Hey, you act nasty to me and I'll take it out on Hannah." Calleigh heard the click of a revolver in her ear and she swallowed.

"Did you hurt her?"

"Not yet."

"Michael, I swear if you lay a hand on her you're gonna regret it."

"Last time I checked you weren't so brave. Begged for your life, cowering in a corner." he sneered.

"Last time I checked, I knocked you out."

"That was one time. I can count a lot of times when you were scared of me, locking yourself in rooms, hiding, staying at work late... admit it Calleigh you're afraid of me, still. Or... do you feel safe when you're wrapped up in Speedle's arms?"

"I feel safe anytime he is around, which he always is so I'd watch it if I were you."

"If I take him out he won't be around and then I'll have my way with you."

"Or I could always take you out and then you won't have your way with anyone."

"Ah so Tim Speedle decided to pop in on this conversation."

Calleigh glanced around. She still had the phone. Where was Tim? On another line?

"So Calleigh now that both of us are here, who's better?"

"Tim." she said without hesitating.

"Are you saying you don't miss how we were? How I good I used to make me feel?"

"The only thing you made me feel was wanting to throw up."

"Good thing your dad got into all that trouble. I doubt we would have ever met then."

"I wish we hadn't."

"You've gotten feisty. Bet that helps out a few areas, ain't I right Speedle or Speed?"

"I don't feel obligated to tell you."

"That's okay. I know how Calleigh likes it. You've been running through my mind everyday Calleigh... never forgotten my wife."

"I'm not your wife."

"Says who?"

"Says the ring I now wear and those divorce papers you and I both signed."

"We both know that was a mistake Calleigh. I know how you long to come back to me."

"How about you shut the hell up and tell us where you are?" Tim suggested.

"Jealous Speedle?"

"In your dreams. I know she doesn't care about you."

"Well then you know wrong. Calleigh, why don't you tell Tim how much you care about me?"

"See, I would Michael but I don't."

She heard the revolver click again and someone let out a whimper.

"I know she's there. Let us talk to her." Calleigh said.

"Say it Calleigh."

She sighed and packed the lobby. Then she saw Tim in the break room, the phone that was usually on the counter in his hands. He gave her a nod.

"I don't love you Tim. I'm madly in love with Michael."

"Now sarcasm won't get you anywhere."

"I'm not playing this game."

"Then Hannah won't be a part of it anymore."

A shot went off and Calleigh sunk down onto the floor, not caring who was watching her. She didn't hang up the phone though but Tim did and went towards her.

"No..." she shook her head, clasping her hand over her mouth.

"Cal..." Tim knelt down next to her. "Honey, come on."

"No... she... I..." she broke her sentence off with a sob and Tim helped her stand up and went into the break room with her. "I got her killed."