1Calleigh screamed, then realized there was no gunshot. Jack stared at the gun in disgust and pulled the trigger a few more times. Nothing happened.
"Come on Jack."
Calleigh sighed in relief as Horatio and Eric came into view behind Jack. Hagen was with them and Jack stared at the ground in disbelief.
"No... I need to kill her. Hurt her like she hurt me." he mumbled as Hagen handcuffed him.
"You're under arrest for the murders of Sandy and David Donovan, Missy and Rich Hampton, and Sarah and Jonathan Martin." he said, pulling Jack away. Tim turned around to Calleigh and pulled her into his arms.
"You okay?" he asked, burying his face in her hair. She nodded against him.
"Don't jump in front of me like that again."
"I couldn't let him kill you." Tim said, pulling away from Calleigh slightly. He cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the salty tears that fell onto her cheeks. "I love you too much."
"I love you too. God Tim I love you so much." she whispered, kissing him passionately. Tim kissed her back with just as much passion, realizing how close he was to losing her if the gun had been loaded.
The couple pulled apart and Calleigh rested her head on Tim's chest and looked at Horatio.
"I need you two to come down to the station and verify everything that happened." he said.
"I just need to get my dad home first. That's the only reason why we were here." Calleigh said. Horatio nodded.
"Just get to the station quickly."
Tim, Calleigh, and Eric watched as Horatio and Hagen interrogated Jack. He told them the same story he told Tim and Calleigh and then elaborated. He said how he had followed Tim and Calleigh around after they disappeared from Tim's condo and how he found out where they were at all times. Eric shook his head in disbelief.
"Guy is nuts." he muttered. "You two gonna be okay?"
"Good. I'll call you tomorrow. I got to get out of here." Eric said, hugging Calleigh quickly. He clapped Tim on the back and then disappeared down the hall.
"Baby, you want to get going?" Tim asked. Calleigh nodded.
"I just want to sleep." she muttered.
"Alright. Come on." Tim wrapped an arm around her and guided her out of the police station. They got into the car and sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Are we going home?" Calleigh finally asked.
"Yeah." Tim nodded and pulled his car out of the parking lot.
Tim locked the front door and then checked the patio door, then followed Calleigh into their bedroom. She quickly changed into a tank top and shorts and got into bed. Tim stared at her back for a second before stripping down to his boxers and wrapped an arm around Calleigh. She rolled over and buried her head against his shoulder.
"I love you." she mumbled.
"I love you too." Tim kissed the top of her head and tightened his hold on her. They slowly fell asleep and though it only felt like a few minutes to Tim, they had woken up a few hours later due to Calleigh mumbling in her sleep. "Calleigh..."
She woke up and tears instantly filled her eyes.
"Baby... Calleigh what's wrong?"
"I... oh God Tim... this stupid dream..." she muttered, wiping her eyes. "It was Webster and he... we were back in the parking lot and he... the gun was loaded this time."
Tim pulled her back into his arms. She didn't have to say any more.
"I, Tim I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." she cried.
"We're not going to find out." he said. "Calleigh, honey I promise."
"Tim, what if he shot you?" she said, pulling away from him. Her eyes were red from crying and she wiped her tears away.
"No what ifs." he ordered gently. "I'm fine. You're fine. Webster is going to jail and we're never going to have to deal with him again."
"God, I'm acting stupid."
"No you're not. I was scared he was going to hurt you baby." Tim said. The fear from before was still haunting him. "I'd never let that happen though. I'd never let anything bad happen to you."
Calleigh stared at him, a fresh batch of tears filling her eyes. It shocked her. She had always known that she loved Tim but in the past three weeks it intensified so much that it scared her sometimes. What had she done to have a wonderful man like him? Her whole life had sucked with her childhood, horrible relationships, everything else under the sun, and nothing seemed to go right but then one day Horatio walked into Ballistics, a shy, good looking guy behind him. Horatio said his name was Tim Speedle but Calleigh didn't hear him. She had been too busy checking him out. Later on, with an embarrassed look, Calleigh said she hadn't caught his name and had felt her heart stop when she heard his voice.
Tim's voice, the voice that made her heart stop with its smooth ways, jolted her out of her thoughts.
"I can't go back to sleep." she said. "Do you want to watch some TV?"
Tim nodded and grabbed the remote off the dresser. He settled back on the bed, wrapping his arms around his wife. Calleigh sighed, content in Tim's arms. She smiled to herself. This was how it was going to be for the rest of their lives.
Tim woke up the next morning, his muscles stiff. The TV was still going from the night before, an episode of 'Paid Programming' was playing. Calleigh was no where to be found. Tim yawned and got out of bed, making a quick stop in the bathroom. When he was done in there, he continued into the kitchen and smiled, leaning in the doorway. Calleigh was sitting at the table in her blue, fluffy robe. Her hair up in a messy bun and she was singing along with 'Build Me Up Buttercup' on the radio. Tim had heard her singing silently at work but he never knew her voice was so pretty.
"Ever think of joining 'American Idol?'" he asked. Calleigh jumped and turned around, her face bright red.
"Did I wake you up?" she asked. Tim shook his head. "And no I'm not joining American Idol."
"Why? We could become millionaires." he grinned. "You sing good."
"As true as that may be," his wife smiled pompously. "I'm over the age limit by a few years."
"Oh what a shame. I was looking forward to a glamourous life." Tim sighed. Calleigh smiled.
"You want anything for breakfast?"
"Yeah. Pop Tarts." Tim replied, moving over to the counter.
"I can cook you know."
"I know but I can work a microwave, however shocking that may sound."
"My husband, CSI by day, comedian by night." Calleigh smirked.
"I am good aren't I?" Tim grinned. His expression turned somber and Calleigh frowned at him as he sat down next to her.
"You feeling better?"
Calleigh sighed deeply but nodded.
"I'm getting over it." she said.
"Good. We don't have anything to worry about anymore." Tim said. The microwave made a noise as the Pop Tarts were done. Tim quickly grabbed them and tossed them onto a plate, chewing on them thoughtfully as he and Calleigh talked.
"I was so happy when Horatio said we were going to Paris. It freaked me out a little that I was using myself as bait but I didn't worry about it. We were finally going to catch this guy. Then everything went from right to wrong and it actually started happening. The stalking, the confrontations..." Calleigh said.
"Yes but one good thing came from it all." Tim said. Calleigh looked at him. "Us."
Calleigh smiled and leaned over to kiss him but he pulled away. She made a noise of disbelief.
"You left me alone in bed this morning." Tim grinned.
"Haha. I didn't even get a kiss this morning." Calleigh muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Tim shrugged and stood up, walking into the living room. He knew she wasn't mad at him but he backtracked and kissed her softly, yet passionately on the lips. "Thank you."
"You always get what you want."--------S/C--------- A/N: Okay its done... a sequel should be up quickly. Thanks to all of you that reviewed.