Her brain refused to function as she crawled into her bed. She pulled the covers up and then turned to the empty spot next to her. The spot where Speed would have slept. She stared at the empty spot and then set her hand on the empty pillow. It was cold. It seemed now a days everything was cold, even in the heat of Miami. Her heart was cold and empty from where Speedle was taken away from her, and even Speedle's body was cold, lips blue, and hands set into rigger.

She didn't sleep well that night, and when she actually did sleep, she dreamt of Tim.

"Logan. I love you." Tim said as his body twitched, and he slowly started to leave the world. "I'll always love you."

"I love you too, baby." Logan said, kissing his forehead. "Don't leave me. I'm sorry I yelled at you last night, but please don't go! Timmy, don't leave me. I need you."

"I need you too." He gasped, locking eyes with her. "I need you, Logan.

"Then fight. You fight."

"I'm trying."

Then she bolts awake, sweat dripping from her forehead. She turns to Tim's side of the bed, and knows that he won't be there to tell her it was just a bad dream. Because it wasn't just a dream, it was the reality. It haunted her when she was awake, and when she was asleep also. She knows that if she doesn't get sleep it will just get worse, but she also knows if she sleeps she will be in pain in her dreams as well.

Maybe it will be okay one day. Maybe one day she would wake up and tears wont fall down her face. Maybe one day she'll wake up and at the mention of Tim Speedle she will smile, instead of falling to the ground, as she remembers he's gone forever. Timmy's never going to come back, she tells herself. Then she stands up and she gets ready to go to work, like nothing ever happened, except as she opens the garage door, she sees his bike. He spent the night at her house the night before he died, and he drove her to work in his car the morning he died. She flips open her cell phone and dials Horatio's number.

"Logan." Horatio says in his strong secure voice. "What can I do for you?"

"His motorcycle is in my garage." She said, staring at the two-wheeled vehicle that sat before her eyes.

"Would you like me to pick it up or do you want to keep it?" He asked her, knowing she would say to keep it. That's how Logan was. She never wanted to get rid of anything that had something linking to her past.

"I'm going to keep it." She said.

"Are you going to use it?"

"No." She said, running her hand from the handlebars down to the seat.

"He'd want it to be put to use, Logan." Horatio said into the phone. "If you want, Eric will take it."

"No. I'll use it. Just not right now." She whispered into the phone. "Good bye."

"Bye Logan." Horatio said. "See you in a few minutes." She hung up the phone and then walked through the garage.

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Death is something all CSIs must strive to understand. They know that everyone dies, but this doesn't make everything easy when someone they loved dies, but it sure makes the idea a little easier to grasp. Logan Caine was the only one that still showed how shaken up she was now that Tim was dead. So when she entered the building, eyes were glued to her. The lab techs by now knew that her and Tim had been in a relationship before he died.

She didn't stop walking even though she knew the drama girls were staring hard at her, waiting for her to break at any second so that they would have something to gossip about at lunch.

However painful it would be, Logan knew she had to walk past them, and even if it was fake, plaster a smile to make them think they weren't getting to her. Hide the fact that deep down inside she was hurting. It was on the outside too. You could tell what she was feeling, even though she tried to hide it. "Hi." She said, approaching the pack of vultures. "Horatio?" She asked, but more demanded to the girls to tell her where here brother was.

"Behind you." One said, tossing a fake smile.

Logan turned and saw her brother, standing with his hands on his hips as always, still wearing his sunglasses even though he was inside. "Logan…" He said. "How you holding up?"

"That's a stupid question." She said.

"I know." He sighed, opening his arms to give her a secure spot, however, she refused to walk over to him. "Mrs. Speedle won't let me with the funeral. She told me I can keep the motorcycle, but she wants the necklace he gave me." She wiped away the tear the was forming. "Horatio. I'd rather have the necklace."

"That's the one you've just been recently wearing? The white gold one with the heart?"

"Yeah." She said. "Apparently he asked her for some of the money, so it's rightfully hers."

"Don't worry about the necklace. Worry about what you're going to say at the funeral." She nodded her head, but bit the bottom of her lip, tasting the blood she had just drawn. It should have hurt, but she didn't feel it. She wouldn't have known if she didn't taste the blood.

"I just want to catch this guy right now." She said. She walked to the elevator along side Horatio, and didn't say one word as she stepped onto the CSI floor. Eric stopped her and gave her a hug, just as Calleigh and Ryan did.

"You are gonna be just fine, okay? You watch. It may hurt, but it will get easier. I promise you that one-day it will be easier." Ryan was the only one to say something other than "I'm sorry." He pulled her into a hard hug, and whispered into her ear.

"Thank you." She managed her first smile since the death of her beloved. "Thank you so much. You're the first to tell me anything other than I'm sorry, and it's really helped."

"Your welcome." He said. "If there's anything you need, I'm here for you."

"Ryan, there's only one thing I want you to do. Help Horatio and Eric and Calleigh and everyone else find out who did this."

"Don't worry. We'll find them." Ryan said. "You know we will." He watched as she sat down on the nearest chair, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. Nothing anyone said could get her out of this trance.

Frozen in time, she wouldn't move. She couldn't move. She didn't make a sound as people passed her and whispered things about her. Nor did she even blink an eye when they stared at her with a look of curiosity. It was then that she understood what happened. It was then that Speed had talked to her.

It was just a moment, but it was the longest, most memorable moment in her lifetime. Something ran down her as she closed her eyes. A chill. And then she felt him touch her cheek, and his arms around her, cherishing her. "Logan." He said.

"Timmy." She whispered. Ryan hadn't noticed her talking to anyone because her voice was so low and he was to busy in his work.

"I know you love me." Speedle said. "You didn't have to tell me."

She saw him as her eyes stayed closed. "I love you." She said. "I have to tell you."

"Do me a favor then." He said. She reached her hand out but it seemed impossible to touch him. "When you go to New York, and a man asks you out, say yes." He said.

"I can't." She said. "I don't want anyone else."

"You will eventually." He said. "I'm telling you to say yes to him. Because he's going to treat you the best out of them all. And Logan, you are going to be a great mother."

"Mother?"

"Go to the doctors, love."

"Oh my God." She said aloud, opening her eyes. She noticed that Ryan was now interested in what was happening.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm pregnant." She said more to herself. "Oh my God." She stood up and looked at Ryan who was still staring at her. "Where's Horatio?"

"Right here." Horatio said, walking into the room. "What can I do?" He asked Logan.

"Horatio, I'm pregnant." She said. "I mean I think I am. I mean I haven't taken a test, but I probably am."

"Okay." Horatio said. "Calm down. Relax."

"Relax! I'm pregnant and my baby's not going to have a father. Oh God my baby's father is dead. Timmy's dead. Timmy's the father of my child!"

"Okay calm down you don't know for sure. Let's go and get an appointment, and we will only worry about it then."

"Horatio!" Logan said. "I can't raise a child on my own."