Breathe
Chapter 12
A/N: You all might be upset at me for this, but it's for the betterment of the story...
"Tim... wake... up..."
Tim pressed on the gas a little harder as he crossed the boulevard, noticing that he was indeed late for his lunch date with Calleigh. He thought to call her but then he thought about the dangers of driving while talking on a cell phone. He decided that he would bear the brunt of his punishment in person.
As he barreled down the street, he turned to see Tony sitting in the passenger seat , quietly. Tim slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing the car that was in front of him.
" Don't do that!" Tim yelled out. Tony glanced at him and smiled lightly. There was no good way to tell him what was coming.
" Timothy, it's time."
Tim turned to him and shook his head, " No , it's not time. I have a lunch date to keep."
" You can't prolong the inevitable, Timothy. It's going to happen."
" Not if I have anything to do with it, it's not," Tim said as he started to move again.
" You have no say in this Timothy, you knew the rules and you knew the consequences. It will happen."
" It can't happen! I have finally reconnected with Calleigh, and she loves me . I've done it without letting her know that I am really her dead husband. And, I've gotten to know my daughter, she is the most precious thing..."
" Tim, I'm sorry , but this is how it's got to be. You knew the risk," Tony said mournfully.
" Tony,..."
" I'm sorry Tim..." Tony said as he disappeared. Tim stopped the SUV across the street from the CSI lab, and turned off his engine. He had to take a moment to think about what was happening.
If he could help it, this wouldn't end today, or ever.
TS
Calleigh sat down at the table in the break room and opened the bottle of water.It had taken more time than they thought they had to at the scene , and she was just finishing up on some reports. It felt good to be back at work again, but she couldn't honestly say that she missed the hard work. Calleigh shifted in the seat and felt the paper as it crinkled in her pocket. Frowning, she tried to remember what it was, then it dawned on her that this was the piece of paper that Eric had dropped out of his kit. She intended on giving it back to him once they got back to the lab, but she had forgotten about it amid the hustle and bustle of the lab. Until now. She flirted with opening it to see what it was, but then she put it down quickly, knowing that it wasn't nice to be a snooper. She eyed the paper for a moment longer, then she snatched it up and opened it. Her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Calleigh read over the words quickly realizing that this was a report from questionable documents. As she continued to read, her eyes hitched onto her late husband's signature from an evidence report, then to it again on to what Calleigh suspected was the visitors log in the lobby. She then saw Trent's signature and felt her stomach flop. Reading further down, she saw the conclusion,
The samples of Detective Speedle and Trent Spaulding are a match, due to several points of pressure and curvature.
This can't be real, Calleigh thought as she let the paper float down to the table in shock. Then it all began to form in her mind as to why Trent felt so familiar to her. His touch, the way he talked to her, to her daughter, all had hints of Tim in them. She was confused at this. How could Tim be Trent and how could Eric have kept this from her? She got up from the table and swung the door open. She had to get answers.
TS
Tim sat in the truck with his head on his steering wheel, feeling the agony of what was to be. How could it end this way? After all he went through to be with them again, how could it come crashing down? His chest began to tighten as he thought about his Cammi, her dark eyes that sparkled when he was around and the love that she had instilled in him . She would grow up without a father, all because of his mistakes.
In his pocket, he heard his cell phone as it rang lightly. He lifted his head slowly and thrust his hand in his pocket, pulling out the small device. Reading the caller id, a smile broke across his face as a tear traveled down his face. It was her.
" Where are you?" Calleigh said quickly.
"Out front , waiting for you, why?" Tim asked as he heard the urgency in her voice.
" Meet me at the door."
" Can't you just meet me at the truck?"
"Tim, stop whining and meet me at the door."
" What did you just say?" Tim said as he felt his heart start to race.
" Meet me at the door."Calleigh repeated before she hung up. Tim got out of the truck hastily and closed the door. He could see the small blond as she approached the door.
TS
Calleigh saw Trent/ Tim as he stepped out of his truck and put her hands on the door . She wanted to look him in the eyes, to see if it really was him. She was about to push them open when she saw him step out into the road.
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Tim saw Calleigh as she stood at the door. She knew. Some how she knew that he had been with her all this time. His mind raced as he started to cross the street, not seeing the car as it came barreling down on him. He had no time to react and soon he felt himself flying effortlessly through the air and landing hard on the black asphalt.
" Tim! No!" Calleigh screamed as she pushed the door open and sprinted for him. The car had stopped and the driver had gotten out, turning to look at what he had done. Calleigh came up quickly and knelt by him, taking his hand. She looked into his pain filled eyes and felt hers well up heavily. She grasped his hand and squeezed it and put her other hand in his hair. " Tim, don't do this to me. Breathe..."
Tim was unable to breathe and he looked at her gasping for air. He saw the pain that he had worked so hard to vanquish from her, as it returned in full force. He couldn't feel anything as he fought to keep his eyes open. Instead of seeing Horatio , he saw Calleigh as she pleaded for him to stay with her.
" I- I am sorry, Cal-..." Tim said with finality.
Calleigh watched helplessly as he struggled to take his last breaths, feeling her heart break again. She closed her eyes for a second and felt as his grip slipped on her hand. Opening them, she saw her husband, his brown eyes vacant.
" Breathe, Tim... Breathe."
Tim got up off of the ground and watched over the scene. He knew this feeling all to well. He had died once again. He looked to his right side and saw Tony there. He gazed at Calleigh as she wept over the body of Trent Spaulding and then turned quickly away.
" It had to happen," Tony said as he saw the rest of the CSIs pick Calleigh up and try to carry her away.
" Will she be okay?" Tim asked with his back to the scene.
" Yes, she will, Timothy. She will be fine. Let's go home."
Tim walked a few steps then everything all of a sudden went black. Again he was breaking his promise to her.
TBC...
A/N: sorry guys... like Tony said, " it had to happen".