"So whoever is framing Frankie. Stuffed his sister into the car." stated Delko.

Tim nodded. "Are we sure that Frankie is even alive?" asked Calleigh.

"Who knows anything anymore." stated Tim tiredly.

"Honey your tired. You need to go home."

Tim shook his head and stiffled a yawn. "No, I'm not going anywhere until we get something."

Calleigh looked at Horatio for help. "Speed...maybe...maybe it would be a good idea if you took some time off. Spend sometime with your mom and dad."

Tim sighed. "H...I really wanna work this."

"I know you do. But maybe if you got some rest. It clear your head."

TIm sighed and nodded. "Fine...call me if you get anything."

---TALLEIGH---

Tim took his badge and gun off his belt and set it on the nightstand next to his and Calleigh's bed. He undressed and got into the shower. Letting the warm water pour down the back of his neck, and back. Tim sighed. Why had everything got so screwed up? He was happy, he had a wife who let's face it is hot. He had a best friend who he could tell anything to. A boss who would die for him. I mean honestly how many boss's would die for their co workers. He was going to have a baby of his own. It just seemed to all go wrong after Calleigh had the miscarriage.

Tim stepped out of the shower to what seemed like an hour later, to hear the phone ringing. Tim wrapped his towel around his waist tightly and picked up the phone. "Hello..."

"Hi. Mr. Speedle?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Kelly Burns. With the adoption agency."

"Oh hi Kelly. Sorry its been a rough couple of days."

"Yeah...I um...I heared about your brother on the news. I'm terribly sorry."

"Yeah...thank you um...did you need something?"

"I actually just called to tell you that the women who wanted to give up her daughter. Doesn't uh...doesn't-"

"Want to anymore." said Tim sadly.

"I'm so so sorry. I know how much you and Calleigh want a baby."

"Yeah...well these things happen I guess."

"I"m sorry. But we have many clients who may pick you."

"Or may not."

Kelly sighed. "I'm so sorry, Tim."

Tim sighed. "Yeah...me too." said Tim and hung the phone angrily. Tim was angry and when the Speedle men get there temper going it's kinda hard to stop them. Tim stood up and knocked the nightstand to the ground. He then walked over to the dresser and knocked the framed photo's to the floor. Tim dropped his head and sighed. Why was everything turning out so bad for them? Why was it always the Speedle's? Why couldn't it ever be the Camden's or, or the Delko's? Why always the Speedle's?

---TALLEIGH---

Calleigh walked over to the mass spec when it beeped. She took the print out and read it to no one really. "Sun screen."

"Hey." said Eric as he walked into trace.

"Hey."

"What do you got?"

"Sun screen."

"Mmmm...Belmontes found some of that at the crime scene. Where'd you find it?"

"On the edge of Frankie's lifted print."

"So maybe who's ever framing him uses sun screen." Just then Horatio walked in.

"How's it goin?"

Calleigh looked at Eric who looked at Horatio. "Hey H."

"Yeah."

"You use sun screen right?"

Horatio nodded. "I know what's going on." said Calleigh.

"Care to explain?" asked Horatio.

"Well your a red head. Your fair complacted. So you need to use sun screen." Horatio nodded again. "Well I found traces of sun screen on the lifted Frankie print on the car."

Horatio nodded knowing were she was going with this. "So this Max a million character could be using sun screen."

Calleigh nodded. "Why don't we call in Jack Milton. I haven't talk to him yet. Maybe I could talk some sense into him." said Calleigh as she walked out of trace. Eric and Horatio following her.

---TALLEIGH---

"So Jack."

"What."

"Tell me about Max." asked Calleigh in her southern drawl.

"Like I told you guys before. I don't know a Max or a Frankie."

"Then why are trying to set Frankie up?"

"What?"

"Come on Jack." said Calleigh as she pushed her chair over to Jack's left side. "We know Frankie prints were lifted. They were a plant. You set him up. Why?"

Jack sighed. "We...I don't know anything."

Calleigh gave Jack a questioning look and walked over so she was standing in front of him and leaned down from across the table, exposing her breats a little. "Jack...come on you can tell me. Maybe I can get D.A. to cut you a deal."

Jack looked from Calleigh's chest to her eyes. "Fine...Frankie's an old friend of me an Max. Frankie calls us up one day says he got some drugs. Tells us to me him behind the broken down gas station on Blue Diamond road. We go and he rips us off. So we take him and through him in the car."

"Where is he now?"

"He's..."

"Jack...were is he?"

Jack sighed. "He's in a run down warehouse."

"Where?"

"Off Biscayne. Right before fifth avenue."

---TALLEIGH----

Calleigh, Horatio, and Eric got out of the hummer and approached the warehouse guns raised. "You guys watch yourselves. This guy plays for keeps."

Calleigh and Eric nodded and entered the shack with their boss. "Miami Dade P.D." said Horatio. The warehouse was silent.

After a few moments of silents Eric spoke. "Maybe it's a set up?"

Horatio shook his head. "There's a blood trail here."

"And the smell of decomp." piped up Calleigh. "So either Max is dead or Frankie is."

"I was wondering how long it would take for you guys to get here." said Max.

"Max put the gun down." ordered Horatio.

"Um...no."

"Max. Put. The Gun. Down." ordered Calleigh.

"Fisty." said Max as cocked his gun.

"Listen. You can fire. But it's three against one. So what's it gonna be?" asked Eric.

Max aimed his gun at Calleigh. But she fired first knocking him to the ground.

Eric put his gun away and Calleigh and Horatio walked over towards Mx, guns raised. Horatio used his foot and kciked Max's gun from his hands. Max was still alive but barely. She put her gun away and got down next toh im pressing down on his wound making him scream in pain.

"Tell me why you did this."

Max muttered something but Calleigh couldn't make it out. "You killed a cop. Now tell me why you did this!"

"I...didn't." choked out Max.

"Didn't what?" ask ed Calleigh angrily as she pressed on his wound harder.

"I didn't know he was a cop."

Calleigh laughed evily. "Please...he had his badge on. You knew."

Max smiled evily. "I guess we'll never know."

"Why'd you kill Frankie?"

"Had...had...to..had to get him back."

"Your sick." said Calleigh.

---Talleigh---

Tim walked into the crimelab after his call from Calleigh. "What's going on?"

"We got him."

Tim sighed and sat down in a chair as Calleigh explained everything to him.

---LONG LIVE TALLEIGH ---TALLEIGH---- LONG LIVE TALLEIGH----

A FEW WEEKS LATER---

Tim, Calleigh and Eric were watching a basket ball game on t.v. when the phone rang. Tim and Eric were indulged in the game to even noticed the phone. "Oh...don't worry. I'll get it."

"Hello. Speedle residence. Mhmm...yeah hi..." Calleigh began to cry and hung up the phone. And quietly made her way into the living room.

"OH SWISH!" yelled Eric and Tim playfully punched him in the arm.

"Ow...Calleigh Timmy hit me."

"I don't care."

Tim noticed the look on his wife's face and walked over to her. "Honey what's wrong?"

"That was the adoption agency."

TBC...Epilogue is next!