"She's dead." Calleigh cried, pulling away from Tim. "I... she wouldn't be if I... this is my fault!"

"Calleigh, she's not."

"Shut up!" she yelled. "You heard that shot! She's dead! If she's not dead now she will be in a matter of minutes or hours from blood loss! He said he'd take it out on her."

Tim walked over to Calleigh and she shook her head.

"I have to leave. Have to see him... have to do what he says. I lost her, I'm not going to lose you too..."

"Calleigh, just stop for a second all right?" Tim grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Think hard about this. Do you really think she's dead?"

"I don't know Tim." she sobbed. "I heard that shot..."

"That doesn't mean the bullet hit her. Doesn't mean there could've even been a gun."

"I heard the revolver click!"

"He could've recorded it. Don't assume the worst."

"Tim, what if she is dead?"

"She's not Calleigh. I know she's not." he said, holding her tightly.

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"Hey." Tyler looked up when he saw Tim enter the A/V lab.

"I got a favor." he handed the lab tech the phone from the break room. "Can you trace the number that last called this phone?"

"I'll try."

Tyler worked quietly for a few minutes and looked up.

"It's a pay phone." he said.

"Where?" Tim asked.

"I'm not magic Speed. You should've brought me the phone while you were talking to whoever it is."

"I'm sorry." he snapped. "It was hooked into the wall."

"Look, I know you want her back but I can't get anymore off this." Tyler said regretfully. "I'm sorry Tim."

Tim nodded.

"Thanks Tyler." he muttered and walked out. Tim felt tears of frustration fill his eyes and he pushed them away, not wanting to make a scene in the lab. He walked into the layout room and found Eric going over some evidence. "Hey man."

"Hi. Got anything?"

"No." Tim shook his head. "What about you?"

"There's nothing on this guy except his record. Doesn't make bank withdrawals, no address... Speed, I'm really sorry."

"Why the fuck does everyone keep telling me they're sorry? You didn't steal my daughter from me." he growled, walking out. He went into the lobby and saw a UPS man walk up.

"Um... could you help me out?" he asked. Tim nodded.

"Who're you looking for?"

"A Calleigh Speedle."

"I'll sign off on it. What is it?" Tim asked as he signed his signature.

"I dunno. Just deliver. Have a nice day."

Tim ignored him and went off to find Calleigh. She was, of course, in Ballistics at the firing range. Tim walked over and waited for her to finished. She yanked her earmuffs off and turned around.

"Got something?" she asked.

"You got a delivery." Tim replied, holding up the manilla envelope.

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"Can I read it now?" Calleigh asked.

"Yeah. The only prints on it are from Vartan." Eric replied.

"Well we knew that." Tim said dryly. "What's it say?"

Calleigh burst out crying and Tim pulled her into his arms. He hugged her with one arm, rubbing her back slowly as he held the letter in his other hand.

"Well?" Eric asked.

"'Bet I scared you huh? Don't worry. She's fine, for now at least. Calleigh, do you remember where we got married? I'll be waiting. Love, Michael." Tim read. "Cal, honey she's okay."

"We have to go." she mumbled into his chest.

"Where are we going?" Eric asked.

"My past." Calleigh said, wiping her eyes. "Back home to Darnell."