Authors Note: Ok I just saw possible spoilers so I'm all excited!

S/C S/C SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM S/C S/C S/C

Calleigh wrapped up her wrists and stepped out of the bathroom. Calleigh walked into her bedroom without one glance Tim's way. Tim starred at Calleigh. "Honey what did you do?"

Calleigh grabbed a kleenex and blew her nose before climbing into bed. TIm squatted down next to Calleigh's bed and looked at her wrists. Tim shook his head. He didn't understand. Calleigh was always the strong one in the friendship. Tim dropped his head looking at her bage carpet. He caused this. Tim wiped back a few tears and reached out his hand and put it on Calleigh's wrist. Calleigh looked up as to see Tim. But she couldn't see anything.

Tim closed his eyes as memories came back to him.

FLASHBACK---

Tim supported Calleigh's weight as he opened up her apartment door. "Come on Cal, let's get you inside."

Calleigh smiled and ran her hand over Tim's stubble. "You know you got alot of stubbly wubbly. If you ever shave it i'm gonna have to kill you."

Tim sighed and picked Calleigh up and carried her to her room. "Your drunk Calleigh."

"Oh please! I'm not drunk. Calleigh Duquesne does not get drunk."

"Calleigh how many martini's did you have?"

Calleigh counted on her fingers. "Five." said Calleigh proudly as she showed the number nine on her fingers. Tim laughed and tucked Calleigh in.

"Alright...i'll pick you up in the morning. Good night." Tim went to leave but Calleigh grabbed his hand.

"Don't leave Timmy...stay."

"Calleigh...I."

Calleigh stuck out her lower lip. "Pwwweeeeaaaassse."

Tim smiled. Calleigh had a way to get under his skin. He nodded and climbed into bed next to Calleigh. Calleigh rolled over and began to run her hand up and down his chest. Tim froze. "Calleigh what are you doing?"

Calleigh lifted her head up. "What do you mean...come on Tim. You know I love you. Let me show you."

Tim shook his head. "Calleigh your drunk out of your mind."

Calleigh sighed and laid back down. She laid there with her arms crossed over her chest for a few minutes until she had enough she was going to do something whether he liked it or not. She sat up and attacked his lips. Tim knew it was wrong but he couldn't pull away. He didn't want to pull away. Tim felt Calleigh smile against his lips before she pulled away.

"And that my friend." slurred Calleigh. "Is why..."

Tim starred at Calleigh. "Calleigh..." Tim looked at her and laughed seeing as Calleigh was out cold. "And that is why you shouldn't drink Calleigh Duquesne." Tim smiled and kissed Calleigh on the forehead before he to fell asleep.

PRESENT----

Tim smiled at the memory but his smile soon faded when he felt pain in his chest.

"Speed..."

"I can't fell anything."

"I know I know I understand."

Tim opened his eyes and he tried to let go of Calleigh's hand but he couldn't.

Tim grabbed his gun cleaning kit from the hall closet and sat it on his kitchen table. He walked over to the table in his office and grabbed his gun.

"I just wanted to talk to you before I um..."

"Before you what?"

"Before I sent Horatio my report."

"Look the gun malfunctioned alright...it jammed up because I didn't clean it. That's why Holis is dead and i should probably resign."

"That is not true that was an ambush he was shot from the left hand side and there was nothing you could have done about it."

"Well I feel like there was."

"But there wasn't...and all i'm saying is next time it could be you and i'm just...i'm just begging you clean your gun."

Tim sighed as the memories came back to him. He was about to take his gun apart when his phone rang.

"Yeah."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"

Tim smiled. "Hi Calleigh."

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"I was thinking a movie night what do you say?"

Tim sighed. "Sure. My house our yours?"

"How about mine?"

"Alright give me five minutes."

"Alright i'll see you there."

Tim sighed and hung up his phone. He'd clean his gun tomorrow. After all they were on vacation. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

S/C

Calleigh inched closer to Tim. "Calleigh its not that scary."

"Tim...don't even. That guy is scary."

"Calleigh its Jeepers Creepers. There's nothing to this movie. Its stupid really."

Calleigh eyed him and then looked back at the screen and screamed. She jumped and Tim held her close. He kissed the top of her head. "Shh...its ok."

Calleigh smiled and snuggled into Tim. Wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. Calleigh looked back at the screen and saw something she wished she hadn't. She screamed and barried her head into the cruck of Tim's neck. Tim smiled and rubbed her back lightly. "How can you watch this and not get scared?" mummbled Calleigh into Tim's neck.

"Calleigh its just blood. We've seen it everyday."

"I know that but this is different."

Tim smiled and hugged Calleigh tighter.

PRESENT--

Tim sighed at the memory. He remembered why he never cleaned his gun. He'd went to go do it. It was that time of the month. Ever since Calleigh begged him after dispo day he promised her he would. And he did. But she had called him to watch movies. He had put the gun cleaning kit away and left. He had stayed with Calleigh because she was afraid to be alone after the movie. He only had time to grab his gun a clean shirt and walked out of his door. He remembered something about the causeaway being hit by a boat. But why was he saying 'I can't feel anything."? It didn't make any since to him. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to remember.

Tim let go of Calleigh's hand and she brushed her fingers over it. Calleigh sat up in bed and looked around her room. Why did it feel like someone just grabbed her hand?

TBC...Sorry so short. But I'm to excited about the news of a possible Speedy return. Whether if he's coming back from the dead or just in a flashback I don't care. I'm wwwwaaaaaayyyyy to hyper right now to right more.