Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.

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Tim tiredly brushed his teeth, trying to wake up. It was 5:30 and Calleigh was still sleeping but he had to be at the lab early. Finally, dressed and showered, Tim stumbled downstairs and made himself a cup of coffee. He yawned and looked at the refrigerator, smiling at the picture on the freezer door. It was from Christmas, a week ago and for once his whole family was together. Anna was now 19 and in college. She was at the University of Miami but still Tim felt the house seemed lonelier, and quieter. Maggie was 11 and getting more... well words couldn't describe Maggie at the moment. She was just growing up. Too fast, in Tim's opinion. Danny was 7 and not happy to be in first grade. He liked being home with Calleigh. Becca... Becca was now 4 and totally attached to Tim. He smiled and saw the coffee maker was done and poured himself a cup. It was too early but he had a mountain of paperwork on his desk and wanted to get a head start on it.

Tim was halfway out the door when he realized he didn't have his cell phone or beeper. He groaned and ran back upstairs to his bedroom. He paused for a second, watching Calleigh sleep. Smiling slightly, Tim leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled sleepily and rolled over, burying her face in his pillow. Tim walked out of his bedroom and quickly checked on each of his kids, then went out the garage to his SUV. Tim sighed, seeing a light on in the tiny bathroom off the garage. He went in and went to turn the light off when something caught his attention. In the garbage can was a pregnancy test.

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Tim was sitting at his desk when Calleigh walked in.

"Hey." she smiled, kissing him. "You left me alone this morning."

"Huh? Oh I'm sorry. I had all this paperwork. I left around six thirty." Tim said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tim lied. "Kids okay?"

"Yeah. Anna's got a bug though. She wasn't feeling well this morning."

"Really? What's wrong with her?"

"Throwing up." Calleigh replied. "You know she asked Richie to come over tonight."

"Yeah I want to talk to him." Tim muttered. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead. "Remind me how old I am."

"41..." Calleigh said slowly. "Why?"

"That's young right?"

"Look at the bright side, you don't have any grey hairs yet, baby."

Tim groaned at the word, 'baby.'

"Tim, of course that's young." Calleigh said. "What's with you today?"

"What's with today, today?" Tim quoted.

"Don't go all 'Lucas' on me." Calleigh teased. "Really, what's got you all upset?"

"I didn't say I was upset."

"But you're acting it."

"I'm happy." Tim put on a smile. "Why did you come here?"

"I work here."

"I meant my office."

"Oh well see, lieutenant," Calleigh drawled seductively, sliding a hand down Tim's chest, "I came to warn you that Richie is coming over tonight."

"And you did. You've outworn your welcome. Leave."

"Nuhuh." Calleigh sat down in Tim's lap, her arm snaking around his shoulders. He sighed and kissed her shoulder, then peered around her to sign a few more papers. Calleigh grabbed his right hand, causing him to stop writing. "I don't understand why you don't like Richie. I think he's a sweet kid."

"Any guy that dates my daughter is not a 'sweet kid.' He's looking for sex and to steal her from me, then break her heart and let her come crying back to me."

"Oh Tim!"

"I'm serious. Believe me. I was one of those guys once. Gave a lot of dads heart attacks in my day."

"Don't you think you're being a bit silly though?"

"No, I do not. Now I need to work."

"I expect you home by six. Dinner is at seven." Calleigh said, massaging Tim's neck lightly.

"I'll be there at eight."

"Tim..."

"I don't want to be around him Calleigh." he sulked. "He's weird."

"Then should get alone nicely." she smiled. Tim swatted at her leg and she leaned over, kissing his jaw, then kissed his lips, trailing her tongue over his bottom lip. Tim tried to concentrate on the matter at hand then finally gave in and opened his mouth slightly, kissing her back.

"You know it's not a good idea to seduce the boss."

Calleigh groaned and rested her head against Tim's.

"You know there is a reason why there are doors." Tim said.

"Yeah but it was open." Eric grinned, tossing a file onto Tim's already cluttered desk.

"Very good Eric you just let that file get lost." Calleigh smiled. "I'll be going."

Eric eyed her as she left the room.

"How the hell did you land such a hot wife?" he asked. Tim gave him a look.

"Did you come here to tease me or did you have something for me."

"Can I kiss you too?"

"Sorry but I'll pass. What the hell do you want?"

"You seem distracted."

"If you found a pregnancy test in your bathroom what would you think?"

Eric thought for a minute.

"Well... if Maxine didn't tell me she was pregnant then my next logical guess would be my daughter."

"Thank you." Tim said quietly.

Eric looked at Tim.

"Anna's pregnant?" he asked. Tim shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm about 95 percent sure."

"That's good. What about the other 5 percent?"

"Hoping that it was negative."

"Well..." Eric smirked. "Think of it this way Speed."

"What?"

"If it is positive... you'll be a grandpa." Eric laughed. Tim threw a pen at him.

"This isn't funny. She's 19."

"Does Calleigh know?"

"Probably. They're always conspiring against me."

"What makes you think it isn't Calleigh?"

"Well... she would've told me and we decided on four kids."

"Yes and you also decided on three kids and little Becca is now here." Eric smirked.

"Besides, we're old." Tim muttered.

"Ah, I'm sure you'll know once you get home."

"Yeah and I'm going to beat the shit out of that Norris kid. Eric, I'm 41. I'm too young to be a grandparent."

"Wait," Eric chuckled. "You're too young to be a grandparent yet you're too old to be a parent, again."

"Yes. I mean..." Tim groaned. He tossed his glasses onto the desk and rubbed his eyes. Why oh why didn't he put contacts in? He hated having glasses, ever since he was a kid. "When you hear the word, 'grandpa' what do you think of?"

"80 year old geezer, wheel chair/walker/cane using, can't eat his food, pees his pants... It's like you've turned into a baby again... aww Speed."

"What?"

"Anna will be taking care of a baby and you."

"I'm asking for your help not to make it worse." Tim sighed.

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A/N: No Tim does not wear glasses but I was bored and decided to add that little tidbit in.