Left Undone

Chapter 11 Feelings without words

They continued to look at him as he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes never losing their gaze. Calleigh blinked as if she was seeing a mirage, was her husband really standing there? He walked to the side of the bed, almost deliberately, and stopped mere inches from her. She could feel his body heat as he stood above her, it making her uneasy. She broke his gaze and saw the tear as it dropped onto the sheets. The feeling of his hands on her shoulder , gave her a chill and she shrugged away from him. He looked back at the two agents and motioned for them to step outside. He needed time with his family.

" Calleigh, I know that this seems..."

" Unreal," Calleigh replied as she continued to gaze down into the white sheet. If she didn't look into his eyes, she could tell herself that this wasn't real.

" Yeah, unreal. There's so much that I want to tell you, both of you," Tim said as he knelt to his haunches. He reached up to take Calleigh's face in his hand, seeing the lines of tears that had been etched into her beautiful face. He had done this to her.

" Like why didn't you tell me about Riley or what they were going to do to you. Tim, I saw you lying on the floor. I saw your blood, I felt your cold hands. It seemed so, so... Real. So final," Calleigh replied as she cried more.

" I'm sorry for that ,honey, but it was for the best. I didn't want them to come after you or Junior."

"So, you wanted us to think that you were dead? You wanted us to live with the grief, the pain?"

"Calleigh,..."

" No, Tim. I don't think that you realize just how much hell I have been through... I lost my husband, the man that I loved more than life itself. And now to find out that he really wasn't dead? How am I supposed to feel, Tim?" Calleigh continued as the fury gathered in her voice. She really didn't know why she felt like this. Truth be told, she was elated that her husband was alive, but she couldn't process this, not here. Suddenly, she stood up and walked to the door, leaving Tim still on his haunches. " I gotta get out of here. I've got to think."

"Calleigh, wait..."

Calleigh stopped for a split second before she swung the door open and walked out. Hearing the door close behind him, Tim stood up and took his seat next to his son. He looked at him, feeling a smile come to him, seeing how much his son had grown. Timothy smiled back at him wildly, bursting at the seams. In silence, Tim reached up and embraced his son , feeling relief wash over him as Timothy returned the hug intensely.

" You know, Malcolm said that you played a mean piano," Timothy said sarcastically with a hint of tears in his throat. His memories of the time in the music room flashed in his mind.

" I've been hearing good things about you, son. You kept up with the drums?"

" Yeah, grief makes stuff harder. The drums were easy for me."

Tim broke the embrace and looked into the eyes of his son. He didn't see the anger that he was prepared to see, only love and relief.

" I'm sorry for doing this to you, Junior."

" I understand Dad. It was your job, you did what you had to do. Mom's just going to need some time to deal with this,"Timothy replied. It had taken him a long time to get to the point of understanding his father's 'death' and that journey had matured him greatly. He was just happy that his father was alive. " Have you heard anything about Riley? Is she okay?"

Tim's demeanor dropped slightly and Timothy noticed it, knowing that it wasn't good. He remembered vaguely that Riley was bleeding from her side but he hadn't heard if she was conscious.

" It's up in the air right now, Timothy. But they are preparing her and Malcolm to be transported to another location."

"Another location? Where?"

" I don't know. And I probably won't know until we get there," Tim said darkly. He didn't want to tell his family that he wasn't going to be able to stay, but it had to be done. The feds worked fast when it suited them.

" We? Are you leaving?" Timothy asked, his voice cracking under the fear.

" I have to , Timothy. I can't come back to the life that I knew here. It's not possible."

"Dad, we can't gain you , just to lose you again."

" It can't be helped son. It has to happen. We have to disappear," Tim replied as he looked out of the window. The blue skies had been defeated and dusk had settled in Miami. How he wanted to turn back the hands of time to find a way to help without risking his family, his life. But he knew that there was no turning back now.

They sat in silence longer as the feelings passed through them without having to be spoken. Life was going to change again.

TSJ

Riley awakened to a sharp pain in her side , as she tried to position herself better in the bed. The last she remembered , she was talking to Timothy before she heard the gunshots. She looked down at her side to see a white bandage , her mind reliving the searing hot pain that had been there before she lost consciousness. They had almost got her. Instantly, her mind went to Timothy. Had he been hurt, or worse , killed? She didn't know what she would do if she had been the cause of his death. She had grown to love him dearly and the mere thought of life without him seemed unbearable to her. He had to be okay.

Riley heard the door open and saw a man with dark hair and warm brown eyes, as he peeked in. Immediately , she recognized him and a smile overtook the tears that were threatening to fall.

" Is it safe to come in?" the man asked slightly sarcastically.

" Donnie! What are you doing here?" Riley exclaimed as she motioned for him to come in.

He walked inside the room, returning her smile, " I came to check up on my lil' sis. How are you feeling?"

" Great," Riley returned just as sarcastic. She had learned from the best. " Someone thought that I needed to take a rest."

" Riley, that's not funny," Donnie replied as he came next to her. His eyes emoted concern and happiness at the same time. " Can you imagine what my mom would say if she heard that you were involved in a shooting?"

" I know exactly what she would say, Donnie. So please don't tell her."

" Deal. Now about you,..." Donnie said as he fixed his gaze on her. He hated to do this to her just when she was getting grounded again, but an attempt had been made , and they needed to move her quickly.

" I have to go, don't I?"

" You know it's policy, Riley. We've got to make the next step before they do. It's been arranged."

" Where are we going this time?" Riley asked as she dropped her smile. This visit was no longer pleasurable to her.

" You'll know when you get there. Malcolm will be moved to the hospital there, where he can be monitored. You will be given a new name, new school... A new life."

" I liked the life that I had here, Donnie. I fell in love..."

" I know, Riley. But it can't be helped."

" So I am just to leave Timothy here. Leave my heart?"

Donnie took her hand and looked into her light blue eyes. He saw the pain that had dwindled somewhat as it began to make it's way back to the surface. He wanted nothing more than for her to have a normal life.

" I'm sorry, Riley." Donnie returned as he squeezed her hand tightly.

" Well, can I at least say goodbye?"

" That can be arranged. We will leave in two days. The doctor says that you should be good enough to travel by then."

" Two days, that's it?"

" That's it, Riley."

" Two days," Riley repeated. She was growing tired of this .

TSJ

Horatio walked into the lab to see two agents in matching black suits as they stood next to the receptionist's desk. He instantly knew who they were and he smiled to himself. He had been right, but they had made it here in four hours and not twelve.

Must be important, he thought as he walked up to them. He stopped to get his messages from Paula , ignoring the agents.

" Lieutenant?"

Horatio looked up to see Dennis Sackhiem as he approached the desk, wearing a irritated look. Horatio recalled the many times he had seen that same look on his face through out the years.

" What can I do for you, Dennis?" Horatio asked returning his gaze on his messages.

" We need to talk. Alone."

" Okay, alone. Is my office okay, or do you need to sweep for bugs?"

Dennis threw a glare at Horatio as he chuckled to himself and gathered his messages, motioning to the two agents, " They are going to have to stay down here , though."

Dennis glanced at the agents and nodded his head, and they disappeared out of the door. Horatio then began to walk to the elevators, causing Dennis to trot to catch up with him. In the elevator, neither man spoke, but the tension was great. When the doors open, they both stepped out and remained quiet. Only when they were in the confines of Horatio's office did Dennis speak.

" Horatio, I need all of the evidence in regards to the Highsmith case."

" It's an active case, Dennis. I can't do that," Horatio said calmly.

" A young girl's life is at danger here, as well as your CSI's life and her son's. There's been talk about another hit being put out on Calleigh Speedle and her son. Do you really want their blood on your hands as well?"

Horatio glared at Dennis's connotation of Speed's death, and settled down behind his desk. He wanted Calleigh and Timothy safe, but he didn't want to lose this evidence that could catch this person.

" Dennis, I think that their blood will be on your hands. Where were you guys when Malcolm Highsmith was being gunned down in his house? Or when Timothy and Riley were nearly killed by a drive by? You're running a shabby deal here."

" We were tangled up on intel , but it's nothing. We are moving on to the next stage, but I need to have the fingerprints that you obtained from the scene. All of them."

" What is it about 'active case' that you don't understand, Dennis? This happened in my city ,under my jurisdiction. The evidence goes nowhere," Horatio said with finality.

" I beg to differ, Caine. I was being nice by asking , but since you have forced my hand," Sackhiem said as he pulled a blue piece of paper out. " This says that I can take anything pertaining to this case, including the fingerprints."

Horatio snatched the warrant out of Sackhiem's hand and read it. He then glanced down to the floor, knowing that there was nothing that he could do. Sackhiem smiled at his victory and took the paper out of Horatio's hand.

" My agents will be in the lab in thirty minutes to pick up all evidence. Have it ready," Sackhiem said as he walked out of the door. Horatio sat in his chair quietly for a moment then reached for his phone. He had thirty minutes to get what he could out of the evidence.

" Delko."

" Eric, there's been a change of plans. I need everything that you've got right now. The feds are going to procure the evidence."

" H, can they do that?" Eric asked flabbergasted.

" They can and they have. Meet me in the lay out room in ten minutes. Whatever you have, we are going to have to roll with it."

" You got it H,"Eric said as he hung up the phone. He looked over to Wolfe who was lifting fingerprints off of a piece of evidence. " Whatever you got on the Highsmith case, H wants it now."

" I wasn't finished," Wolfe said as he put the sample down.

" We are finished, the feds are seizing the evidence, so gather what you have and bring it to the layout room."

Wolfe nodded and stopped what he was doing. In minutes he was following Eric into the layout room. Horatio entered next and stood at the side of the table.

"Alright , gentlemen, what do we have?"

TBC...

A/N: I know it's been a while, but I've had some computer problems. Hope you enjoy...!