Calleigh walked into Ballistics and sat down at her desk, then noticed the vase sitting in the corner. She sighed and ignored it for a while but the yellow tulips were getting to her. Finally she yanked the card out of the flowers and read it.
I can be an idiot sometimes, okay most of the time. I was out of line last night. I'm sorry. I didn't get any sleep last night. The couch isn't really comfortable but I did a lot of thinking. I want us to have this baby.
"Well that's sweet, I think we're gonna have to keep it." Calleigh muttered.
I love you and our kids so much. Love you, Tim
Calleigh sighed and leaned back in her chair. Why did he do this? Why did he think flowers and some sweet note would fix everything?
"Because I was hoping it would." Tim said quietly, walking into the lab.
"Huh?"
"I know you're thinking. 'Why does he think this'll fix everything.'" Tim said.
"You hurt me Tim." Calleigh said, looking down at a file.
"I know and I'm sorry. I was just in shock."
"That doesn't mean you didn't have to accuse me of cheating on you."
"That just came out of my mouth. You know I didn't mean that."
"And you acted like you don't want another baby."
"But I said I did, right there in that note."
"But last night you didn't and that's what counts."
"Calleigh, I'm sorry. What else do you want me to do?" Tim asked. Calleigh beckoned him over by crooking her finger twice, meaning 'come here.' Tim slowly walked over to the front of Calleigh desk, prepared to be slapped. She instead grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. Tim's eyebrows rose slightly and pulled away from her. Calleigh smiled and with a sweep of his arm, Tim cleared off her desk.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "I filed all that stuff and..."
"Shut up." Tim growled, pressing his lips against hers.
"At least close the door." Calleigh mumbled as Tim lifted her onto her desk. He obeyed and turned the lock as well.
"It's good that you decided to turn this tiny room into an office. Has it's advantages..." Tim said. "No windows, a wooden door, a lock..."
"Mmm..." Calleigh moved her head slightly as Tim kissed from her jaw down to her collarbone.
"I mean... this is new. We've done it on the couch, my office... best thing is no one is here right now... I sent them all to a crime scene or they're on break."
"Mhmm, stop talking." Calleigh leaned over to him and kissed him gently, her hands slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt then stopped halfway. Tim groaned and placed his hands on her desk and looked up at her. "But we can't."
"Yes we can."
"No."
"Yes."
"What would my boss say?" Calleigh asked, a teasing tone in her voice. Tim rolled his eyes and went to pull her shirt over her head. "I have to go pick the kids up."
"No you don't. You just don't want to."
"Anyone could just... come in looking for results and no offense baby but you're... you get pretty wild." Calleigh grinned. Tim stared at her.
"But–- that's not fair to lead someone on."
"Hey you started this."
"And I intend to finish it."
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Tim glanced behind him to Calleigh as he finished buttoning up his shirt. He gave her a smile and went to grab his beeper off her desk.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Very." Tim leaned over the desk to kiss Calleigh but his cell phone went off. "Dammit... Speedle. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Scene?" Calleigh asked. Tim nodded. He finally kissed her quickly, then unlocked the door.
"It was fun while it lasted."
"Yes it was." Calleigh smiled.
"Oh I don't even want to know what you two were doing." Eric said, a disgusted look on his face. "I've been standing here for a half hour Calleigh. Where the hell are my results?"
Tim tossed his keys at his friend.
"You're driving."
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Tim stopped short, seeing Alexx leaning over their latest victim.
"Any uh... ID on the uh..."
"Oh my God..." Calleigh mumbled, walking into the room. The CSI team had stopped, staring at the dark haired young woman laying on her stomach. "Tim, that... that's not... it can't be."
"Alexx?"
"ID says a Rachel Welles."
Tim let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"She... she looks so much like Anna." Calleigh said.
"I know." Tim muttered. "Alright, get to work."
Once they were done, the team had collected surprisingly little evidence.
"Guy knows what he's doing." Eric said.
"Or he's just careful."
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"Will you stop? I'm trying to cook and I don't need to burn our house down."
"I can cook you know."
"I know. Can you please go get the kids?
Tim nodded and went upstairs, stopping in Anna and Becca's room first.
"Why?" Becca was asking.
"Because."
"But why?"
"Because."
"Anna, why?"
"Ask Daddy." she replied.
"What happened?" Tim asked, leaning in the doorway.
"What do you mean?" Anna asked.
"To your eye."
"I bumped it."
"You bumped your eye." Tim said flatly. "Oh-kay. Mom said dinner's ready."
"I'll be down in a minute." Anna mumbled.
"Becca, go."
The four-year-old nodded and ran out of the room.
"Dad, nothing happened." Anna said, watching him in the mirror.
"Riiiiiiiiiiight."
"Me and Jess were just fooling around and she elbowed me."
"So you can just say that instead of caking your face in cover-up. It's just us."
"Yes and then I'll have a million questions why I have a black eye."
"You can just say Jess elbowed you." Tim said and walked out. Something was up and he was gonna find out.
