Author's Note: OK, just a little word to the readers i'm extremely tired so if this chapter doesn't make much since then for that I am sorry. And its only 7:00...is there something wrong with that. Anywhosie thanks for reading, reviews make me happy.
Explosions--Chapter um...I have no idea anymore--Explosions
Eric was jarred from his sleep when the constant poke from his wife woke him up. "Val...not now." he replied sleepily. Valera sighed and kept her poking. Eric yawned and sat up. "Alright, but let's make it quick. I gotta get back to the lab."
Valera glared at Eric, "Baby, you never left the lab."
Eric yawned again, "What time is it?"
"5:30. When you didn't come home after 1, I started to get worried."
Eric ran a hand over his extremely tired face. "Sorry, I was just going over the evidence again."
Valera nodded. "But that's not why I woke you up?" Eric looked at her and then his eyes drifted to a small envelope in her hand. "Paula, gave this to me on my way in."
Eric reached across the lab table and put on a laytex glove, and took the envelope into his hand. He shook his head and dropped it onto the table. Valera walked over to him and placed her hand on his back. "This case is getting to you, sweetie. Maybe...maybe you should have yourself rem-"
"Val, honey...don't even finish that sentence."
"Baby look at me." Valera turned Eric around and placed her hands on his face, making him look at her. "I know, Tim is your best friend. Ok, I get that. Alright...you two are always together. To be honest i'm suprised that you didn't go on his honeymoon with him."
Eric laughed lightly. "Trust me...that's one thing I didn't want to be there for."
Valera smiled slightly. "You were there when Olivia and Sandra were born, ok you were there when Tim got into that bar fight last year, you were there for him during dispo day when IAB wouldn't get out of his face, honey your always there. Ok, and he knows that you'll always be there for him. But sweetie you are not doing him any favors by running yourself into the ground like this. You need to take a break."
Eric shook his head tears stinging his eyes as Valera brought his head down to rest on her forehead. "I'm scared, Val."
"Scared of what?"
"I'm...i'm afraid that if I stop...if I stop working, then i'll lose him. He's my best friend. And I.." Eric pulled away from Val and took of his lab coat. "I can't do this...this isn't what i signed on for." He left the trace lab leaving a very scared a very confused Valera and a letter from the crazed bomber behind him.
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Tim through his clothes into his suitcase, never taking his eyes off Calleigh as she to packed her suitcase. Tim sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Baby, will you please talk to me?"
"Nope." Calleigh replied sternly as she placed her hairbrush into her suticase. Tim grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Calleigh tried to push him away. "Tim, come on. Don't."
Tim grabbed her face gently and kissed her deeply. To Tim and Calleigh's suprise she didn't pull away. Tim wrapped his arms around her waist tightly not wanting to let her go. After a few minutes Calleigh pulled away. "I told you no." she said as she stood up and placed her hands into her back pockets. "And I meant it."
Tim nodded. "Alright." Tim had to second guess himself because he wasn't for sure if the words actually came out of his mouth and he wasn't sure if Calleigh actually heared them. "Alright." he sighed, zipped up his suitcase, grabbed the handle and walked out the door.
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Calleigh watched as Tim buckled Olivia and Sandra into the car and turned to Elizabeth for a hug. "So, I'll see you in the summer?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Don't be afraid to pick up the phone."
"Oh, I won't."
Tim smiled as he strapped Oliva into the proper place. "I'm sorry if the evening your mother and I gave you to yourselves caused you trouble." said Patrick Speedle from the driver's seat.
Tim sighed and looked over at his dad. "You didn't cause trouble, dad. I did."
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"Just remember Cal, he may look like a grown man. But...underneath that tough, so called strong, yankee exterior he's just an 18 year old boy playing ball with his friend."
Calleigh smiled slightly and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."
Elizabeth nodded and watched as Calleigh walked to the car. "You guys already to go?" asked Calleigh as she approached Tim.
Tim nodded. "Yeah."
Patrick nodded. "Alright, let's get you two to the airport then."
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The flight back to Miami was long and silent. Tim tried reading but as he looked at the words they wouldn't go in his head he just kept repeating that fight over and over again in his head. 'Coward', "All it is with you is baby, baby, baby, baby. Like that's going to make up for every stubborn little thing you do Tim!" And Calleigh in the seat next to him wasn't having so much luck either. She kept thinking about the conversation with Tim's mom. "Tim, was crying?" Elizabeth nodded. "I've only seen him cry twice before. It just doesn't seem like Tim to cry." "He was at the police station." Calleigh couldn't help but think what that must have been like for him. To see something like that happen and then get into a career that saw things like that everyday. Calleigh tore her eyes away from the sky and looked over at Tim who had his hands on the arm rests, starring at the back of the seat in front of him. Calleigh hesitated but placed her left hand over his right hand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" Calleigh whispered.
"Our fight."
"We never fight."
"I know."
"Tim, i'm scared."
"Me too."
"I'm scared of losing you."
"You won't."
"Why do I feel like I already have?"
"You haven't."
"But I feel like I have."
Tim sighed and kept his eyes trained on the seat in front of him. "Tim, baby look at me."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because then i'd have to come to terms with what I did. And I can't do that."
"Baby, please just..just tell me."
"I can't."
"Why not?" asked Calleigh desperatley.
"Because then i'd really be a coward." Tim unbuckled his seat belt and walked down the aisle to the bathroom.
TBC...