Author's Note: Due to real life issues – both authors are starting classes for the semester next week – the posting schedule for this fic has been altered to every first and third Tuesday of the month, for the foreseeable future.


Eric took one of Calleigh's hands in his, and breathed in deeply, smelling Calleigh's floral shampoo. Suddenly, he was mentally transported to a world with Calleigh, laughing and flipping that hair over her shoulder, bathed in ethereal sunlight... "Earth to Eric, come in Eric," Calleigh lightly teased him.

He blinked rapidly and realized that he had zoned out. "Oh, shit, Calleigh, why didn't you snap me out of it sooner?" he said frantically, trying to look around to see if anyone had caught him in the act.

She quirked an eyebrow and smiled. "Because...I like how you look when you're daydreaming. Pleasant daydreams?"

"Only the best," he replied with a small smile.

"You'll have to tell me later, when we're alone, what you were thinking about," she whispered, with a wink. "Oh, look, there's H. We need to get back to what we should be doing." Reluctantly, he agreed, and they parted ways with a longing look back.


Danny settled back into the TARDIS. Having Lindsay alive again, and healthy, was more than he could have ever dreamed of, after her death and subsequent revival, of sorts. She was leaning against the console, chattering away happily with Rose.

The Doctor walked in and cleared his throat, startling Danny. "After the difficulty we had in solving the case, I think it's time for us to look into finding a few more people to help us out." Danny and Lindsay exchanged glances, a little perturbed about his phrasing.

Rose caught the glances and interjected. "Oh! No, we love having you two, but as they say, two heads are better than one."

"We do have two heads. There are two of us," Danny said dryly. Lindsay giggled.

"Yes, yes, and they're very nice heads indeed. But what Rose here is saying is that the more input we can have from other people, the quicker and easier we can solve the cases that lay ahead of us," the Doctor said, flashing a smile in an attempt to assuage any possible discontent.

Danny walked over to where Lindsay was leaning and wrapped an arm around her waist, in an almost protective gesture. "Well," he said, drawing out the word for as long as he could. "There is a documentary series about fellow crime scene investigators in Miami."

"Didn't we appear in a couple episodes of that?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, a few years back."

Rose's interest was piqued. "Is it available to watch anywhere?" When both of them nodded in confirmation, she turned to the Doctor. "Is there any way to watch this 'crime scene investigators in Miami' documentary in here?"

"Of course, Rose. The TARDIS gets everything. Well, everything except Grey's Anatomy. I'll get it set up."

A short time later, the four of them stood back, watching as a sunny blonde with a southern accent talked to a tall Cuban man in an orange jumpsuit about deportation hearings and fake birth certificates. "Poor guy," Rose murmured. "Are they a couple? They act like it, in a way."

"No, but wouldn't they make such a cute one?" Lindsay said with a smile.

Danny nudged Lindsay in the ribs and grinned. "Lindsay here is our resident hopeless romantic."

"Oh, don't worry. I agree, they would make a good-looking couple," Rose replied.

They watched the remainder of the episode in silence, until the silence of the TARDIS was punctuated by squeals of joy from both Rose and Lindsay as the blonde and the Cuban kissed. As the credits rolled, Rose turned to Danny and Lindsay. "Do you know much about either of them?"

Lindsay looked to Danny, and he shook his head. "No, we've dealt with Horatio a few times, but never these two. Only heard good things about them from him, though."

The Doctor turned from intently watching the screen. "Would either of you mind if we asked them to come on board with us?" As neither of them disagreed with the sentiment, he grinned and went about excitedly, making the preparations to land in Miami.


That evening, after their shift was long over, Calleigh and Eric walked along the shoreline, hand in hand, the pungent sea breeze wafting up and invading their sense of smell. "It's so beautiful," she said softly, stopping to gaze at Eric in the moonlight.

Eric wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to him, brushing loose tendrils of hair back from her face, and he lowered his head to kiss her gently. From behind him, he heard a faint metallic wheezing noise that steadily grew more pronounced as it continued on. Keeping his grasp on Calleigh's waist, he turned around and was extremely surprised as to what he saw before him – a British telephone box, sitting where they had just walked from, nestled into the sandy beach. "What the –" he started, but before he could finish a coherent thought, four figures filed out from the box and onto the sand.

Calleigh muttered under her breath about how badly she wished she had one of her guns on her, and Eric looped his arm tighter, holding her to him. Peering into the blackness, punctuated solely by the light of the moon and the occasional light from the nearby streets, they made out the four people…two of whom looked somewhat familiar, as though they had seen them somewhere before.

"Lindsay?" Calleigh asked, tentatively. "Lindsay, from New York? I've heard stories about you."

"Yes, that's me," Lindsay replied, stepping away from the TARDIS, so she was no longer in its shadow. "And you're Calleigh, right?"

Calleigh nodded, although in the darkness, it was impossible to see. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be…well, anywhere but here."

Lindsay let out a low, almost eerie laugh. "It's a long story."

"We have time."


The six of them had made their way over to the boardwalk, and were leaning out on a railing, overlooking the ocean in front of them. With the additional light granted to them by the restaurants and businesses, Calleigh and Eric had been able to tell that the other people with Lindsay were a blonde girl and a disheveled man with light brown hair.

"You said that Lindsay almost died?" Calleigh asked, incredulous. She had heard a lot of crazy stories in her time as a crime scene investigator, but this was definitely one of the more fantastic ones.

Danny breathed in the seaside air and let out a sigh, glancing over at Lindsay. "She did die, but thanks to these two, we were able to go back in time and stop it before it happened."

"That sounds really interesting," she mused, putting a finger to her lips and glancing out to the horizon. "Being able to prevent crimes before they happen…almost like you're psychic, except not. Our crime rates would definitely drop."

"We can't randomly prevent crimes though," the Doctor said, thoughtfully. "There has to be a reason, or we'd be creating tornados in Texas where there shouldn't be tornados."

"What was the reason for preventing Lindsay's death, then?"

The Doctor looked over at her. "You've heard the old saying about curiosity and cats, right?" She let out a laugh, and he continued. "A telekinetic took temporary control over Danny and Lindsay's good friend Stella, and compelled her to kill Lindsay. Lindsay's death should not have happened."

"Why not?" Eric asked, a little confused by the proclamation. Not that he didn't like Lindsay from what little contact they had had, but why was her death the one that should be prevented?

"Because, Eric, if Lindsay was allowed to remain dead," Danny clasped an arm around Lindsay tightly at the Doctor's statement, "New York City as we know it becomes a veritable wasteland."

"So there's a rift in time?" Calleigh ventured, dimly remembering some of the more outlandish theories her former physics classmates would debate tirelessly, citing examples from science-fiction works to back themselves up.

"Exactly."

Calleigh thought about that for a moment, before asking the question that had been on the tip of her tongue all night. "Is Miami going to become a wasteland too?" She peered out over the beach, imagining nuclear waste lying on the sand instead of beer bottles, acidic waves lapping at the shoreline, and let out an involuntary shudder. She liked Miami as it was, vibrant and full of life.

"No. Well, I should say, not to the best of our knowledge."

"So then…why are you here?" she asked tentatively, not knowing what to expect as the answer.

"We need your help. Lindsay's murder took too long for us to solve, and we could use extra minds as we hunt down the telekinetic and stop him for good. Will you join us?"

"Would we be traveling in that?" she gestured to where the TARDIS was sitting in the distance. As she saw him acknowledge her, she wet her lips nervously, thinking through the possible repercussions that this decision could have. She looked over at Eric, who was staring blankly into the distance. "What are you thinking?" she asked quietly.

He looked back at her, and whispered softly in her ear. "If you want to go, I'm not going to stop you."

"Eric–" she started, before he kissed her, effectively silencing her.

"Go. If you want to go, go."

"You need to decide quickly," the Doctor said. "We have to get going or the telekinetic could cause us more havoc than we can handle by ourselves. No time to lose!"

Calleigh turned to Eric, and gently kissed him. "I don't want to leave you," she said softly, tears glimmering in her eyes.

"I'll be okay," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair and breathing in her scent for what he feared would be the last time. "Stay safe out there."

She reluctantly broke free from his grasp, looking at his profile in the street lights. "I'm ready," she said. "Let's go."

"Allons-y!" the Doctor said loudly and excitedly. The team made their way across the sand, illuminated as five shadows in the moonlight. Calleigh looked back, and saw Eric leaning on the boardwalk rail, staring blankly back at them. She nearly feared she would become a pillar of salt if she acted on her impulses, so she continued walking to the TARDIS, albeit, slower than she had before.

Eric couldn't stand it. They had finally gotten together, become a couple, like he had been hoping would happen for a long while. They were happy. And now, she was gone, wooed by a man with a British accent. He let out a sigh, fighting back tears that threatened to fall. Suddenly, it came to him, a clear light in the darkness. She had turned around to look at him, and it all became clear. He knew what he had to do.

"Calleigh! Wait up!" he called out, running across the sand. "I'm coming with you!"

"Glad to have you with us, Eric," the Doctor said with a smile.

Calleigh and Eric embraced as they entered the TARDIS, unsure of what was to come, but excited to be facing it together.