Disclaimer: Okie dokie. Nothing's changed. There's not really a bad guy in this fic. So I guess I own nobody. Seriously if I did would Ryan Wolfe even be on the show right now?

Pairings: Kinda Speed/Calleigh but not really its only hinted at. Well you'll see.

Author's Note: I haven't given up on my other fics. I just ok i admit it i took the little drug called writers block and it won't get out of my system. lol.

Author's Note: Ok this idea came to me while lookin up lyrics talking to my friend Geni (speed cochrane) and reading her story. This story is kinda like hers. But not at the same time. Its completley different. The only similarity would be that timmy is a ghost. lol. Ok so on with the show.

S/C SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM S/C

Calleigh sighed as her alarm clock went off. And she wished she could never hear that sound again. It was a sound that told her that it was another day that she was alive and he wasn't. Of course she wasn't the only one who woke up feeling alone. She wasn't even with him when it happend. But with her nightmares it was a different story. She was always there. Watching. Looking into his eyes as the tears poured out of both of their eyes. She was always watching. For years she would watch him work do his magic in the trace lab. The little looks at crime scenes. The feeling she got at the pit of her stomach when they woked cases alone. Or when they were standing only inches from eachother. She could have sworn sometimes she caught him starring at her in ballistics. But yet she still said nothing. And that is what she regretted.

Calleigh looked at the alarm and turned it off. She rolled back over and put the pillow over her head. She wouldn't be going in day.

S/C SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM S/C

Calleigh sighed as she walked into her apartment noticing the blinking red light on her answering machine. She should have called in today. She looked at the machine and seriously thought about pressing the delete button. Why should they care about her when they didn't care about him. Why didn't she care mor?. Calleigh sighed and pressed the play back button.

'Hey Calleigh its Horatio...its not like you to be late to a scene. Just give me a call ok."

'Calleigh its Eric. You are an hour late were are you? H is starting to freak.'

"Calleigh...baby...its Alexx. Are you ok? Look baby I know how your feeling. I really do. But he wouldn't want you to blame yourself. Just...call me later if you want to talk alright.'

'Calleigh...your scaring me are you ok?'

'Calleigh I can't take him. Wolfe is driving me nuts. Your the only one who can handle him. Please I don't ask for much Do I? Just come to work please.'

'Calleigh baby listen I was thinking maybe you'd like to come to dinner. Or maybe we could order in. Have a girls night in. Just let me know so I can make the arrangements with Peter. Calleigh...its going to be ok. Just give me a call alright. I love you."

Calleigh sighed. She couldn't hear anymore. 'Arrangments' Calleigh thought to herself. "Well Alexx you hold onto Peter. Hang on to your kids. Because you don't know what you really have until its gone.

Tim sighed as he watched from the corner of Calleigh's apartment. He would give anything to reach out and touch her. To hold her like he wanted to for all those years. But he couldn't. Atleast not yet.

I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly

Tim walked over quietly to Calleigh and tried to place his hands on her shoulders. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't touch her. Calleigh shuttered at the sudden coldness in the room. And grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge she opened it and slid down the wall. Drowining herself in the thing she hated most.

Tim sighed and sat down next to her. "Look...Calleigh. I know you can't hear me but. It's going to be ok." Tim reached out and touched her gently on the cheek. Calleigh rubbed her hand acrossed it. Must be a nerve she thought to herself. Calleigh threw the bottle after she finished it. She wished it would have happen differently.

The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh

Nah nah la la la nah nah

I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't

Calleigh looked up ar the celling. "What I wouldn't give to just have one last moment with you. God I'm such an idiot. I walked around that lab for 4 years loving you. And I didn't really even realize it until I walked in that room and saw you lying there." Tim fought the tears that were fighting its way past his eye lids.

"I wish I could have told you to Cal."

Calleigh sighed and got up she picked up the broken bottle cutting her hand in the process. "Damn it." Calleigh sighed and walked into the ktichen. Calleigh turned on the faucet and ran her hand under the cool water until her hand went numb. She bandaged it up and crawled into bed.

Oooooh
I hope you can hear me cause I remember it clearly

The day you slipped away

I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by

Calleigh tossed in her sleep and Tim just sat there watching her.

CALLEIGH'S DREAM---

"Speed...Tim...look at me."

"I can't feel anything."

Calleigh's breath caught in her thorat. "I know...I understand but Tim...look at me. You are a fighter and your going to be ok."

"I..."

"Rescue's on its way. Ok. You just hold onto my hand...Just hold on."

Tim shook his head. "I can't fight it Cal. It hurts to bad."

"Tim Speedle look at me. Don't give in. Not yet. Please...not yet."

Tim shook his head again but this time blood came out of his mouth. "I...can't...breathe."

"Tim..." Calleigh pressed harder on his wound. "Tim...don't leave me."

Calleigh starred down at Tim as tears came out of his eyes. She looked down at his shirt and mixed in with his blood was her own tears. "Tim..."

"I'm...so...tired."

"Tim...please keep your eyes open."

"Its ok...i'm not scared."

"Tim...please." But it was to late. Calleigh looked into Tim's eyes and found what was once the warm chocolate brown eyes she used to see. Were now cold and empty. Calleigh took her right hand and closed his eyes and fell back on to the floor. Still holding his hand. Still holding him.

PRESENT----

Calleigh sat bolt up right in her bed. Sweat pouring off of her. Calleigh took a few deep breaths. Tim walked over to her and sat down next to her. "You weren't there Cal. Horatio was. It wasn't your fault."

Calleigh sighed and looked next to her. As if she could see him. She closed her eyes and curled back up into bed. Calleigh tried to fight the tears but she couldn't.

Tim felt a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help but feel responsible for this. Why hadn't he cleaned his gun. He remember taking his kit out the night before the boat crashed into the bridge. But he couldn't for the life of him remember why he never cleaned it.

Tim crawled into bed and wrapped his arm around Calleigh. "Shh...sweetheart. It's ok. Don't cry. I'm right here." Calleigh shivered.

"Damn it this Miami its not supposed to be cold." Calleigh got up and walked to her closet she pulled out another blanket and wrapped herself in it. Tim again wrapped his arms around her. But this time he held her til she fell asleep. After he was sure she was sleeping soundly he got up tried to kiss her on her forehead but again he couldn't touch her. Even when he tried to wrap his arms around her he couldn't. Tim sighed. He had a feeling he knew what was about to come and he didn't like it.

TBC...Like it? Hate it? Let me know in a review if I should continue or not...