A/N: Heyy guys!! I'm back XD This is the long awaited sequel of My Life Would Suck Without You. So if you haven't read that I suggest that you do, cuz you might get a bit confused :P

Hello to my previous very loyal readers!! It feels good to be back!! It took me a while to think of what exactly to base this story on…and I decided on two things:

-More drama with murder and kidnapping and such

-A fluffy family fic.

It's up to you guys to pick!! So make sure and tell me what you think!! Unfortunately school has started :S :( SO I might not update as often. But I promise that I will update as fast as I can!!

Anyways enough rambling, here's the first chp!! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I thought I should start writing these…unfortunately no one offered me CSI Miami for my bday last Friday so I don't own it :( * dramatic sigh

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"Eric! Come on! We're going to be late!" Calleigh shouted from the bottom of the staircase bouncing a now fifteen month old Derek on her left hip. Calleigh had dressed him in brown cargo pants and a simple red shirt and brown sneakers. His hair was combed neatly, the way Calleigh liked it, but she knew that once she dropped them off he would mess his hair up, the way he liked it. He started to play with his mother's long blonde hair, reveling in how soft and bright it was. "Pity," he said, not pronouncing it right. Calleigh looked at her son, a small smile on her face.

She thought that her children were the cutest that she had ever seen, but then again, what mother didn't. However, with Eric and Calleigh's incredible good looks, their children would be nothing less than gorgeous. Although Derek had blonde hair, he had his father's large dark brown eyes and smile. Lizzie had a mixture of Eric and Calleigh's hair, but she had Calleigh piercing green eyes.

Calleigh sighed loudly and glanced at her watch once again. How long does it take to get a one-year-old ready for day care?

"Eri-"

"I'm right here," Eric said, cutting her off. He came down the stairs holding Lizzie in a purple dress and white shoes, her light brown hair out, the curls falling around her face. "Mama!" Lizzie squealed, hands in the air. Eric flashed her a smile clearly saying that he was sorry for taking so long. She rolled her eyes in response and turned to head for the door.

She grabbed her coat off the rack and the keys for their car. She stepped out onto their red brick path and made her way towards their new dark blue BMW. She and Eric had sold their cars for something that would make commuting between home, work and the day care easier for them and the twins.

She opened the car and placed Derek in his car seat and buckled him in. She put on her coat and watched as Eric talked to Lizzie and put her in her seat. She smiled at him and got into the driver's seat. She buckled her seat belt as Eric got into the passenger's side and did the same.

She turned to face her children in the backseat, "Everyone good?" Lizzie and Derek nodded their heads vigourously. Calleigh smiled at them and slowly pulled out of their driveway. The drive to the day care was filled with animated chatter from the twins. Not yet able to form complete sentences, they spoke unidentifiable words with a few that their parents could understand in between.

Calleigh and Eric had smiles plastered on their faces the whole way. They never got tired of hearing them talk. Even if they spoke of nothing at all. This morning, Lizzie seemed to be talking about their new puppy, Charlie. Eric understood everything she said until she started to stutter. She seemed to do that a bit, but only when she got excited. Which is about almost everything, Eric thought to himself smiling.

Calleigh chuckled at the lively speech of her little girl, wondering how she got so excited about everything. Lizzie was the complete opposite of Calleigh, she loved to wear dresses and skirts and playing with her mother's make-up, and to Calleigh's dismay, absolutely loved playing with her dolls. As a child Calleigh was not the kind of girl to own a doll, she doesn't even remember owning one, ever. She would have loved to have a little girl exactly like her, tomboyish tendencies, simple clothing, only wore small amounts of make-up. However, she wouldn't trade Lizzie for anything in the world, but it was going to be hard trying to empathize with a girly girl. For now, Calleigh was trying her hardest to understand her daughter and what she liked and disliked, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

The interesting child on the other hand was Derek. He was quite the loud and rambunctious child when he was with his parents, or with his grandparents, or even with his uncles Horatio and Ryan and aunts Alexx and Natalia, but when he was in public, with people he did not recognize he tended to close up. He becomes the turtle that curls up in his shell, away from the public.

He was not very fond of change, and did not enjoy being doted on by strangers, but he was slowly getting better. Calleigh and Eric noticed this earlier on. When they were about eleven months of age, Calleigh and Eric had to put them into day care, seeing that they had to go to work, and Clorinda could no longer keep up with them. She was getting older, and the kids were getting livelier, especially now that they could walk. The first time that they had dropped the twins off for day care, Derek refused to let go of Calleigh's leg.

Lizzie had already run off to play with the dolls in the corner with the other girls. Derek clung tightly to Calleigh's leg in desperation crying and screaming into her pant leg. Calleigh had attempted to calm him down. It took her twenty minutes, but Derek finally felt comfortable playing with the building blocks in the middle of the room by himself. Calleigh had left them happy and she and Eric made their way to the office.

At the end of the day, when they arrived to pick them up, Calleigh noticed that Derek was still in the same spot that she had left him in that morning. Alone, on the table in the middle of the room, playing with the building blocks. As if he felt her presence in the room, he immediately got up and ran over to his mother. At first Calleigh didn't take it seriously, but he seemed to be doing that everyday for about a week.

In the second week, the teacher had asked for Calleigh and Eric to come in to discuss the twins, and how they were progressing in terms of making friends. The teacher, Mrs. Chelcie DiNozzo, the kids called her miss Chelcie, invited Calleigh and Eric to come in on the Thursday when they would usually pick them up.

They now sat in her office awaiting her to come back from dealing with something that seemed important. Then the door opened, "So sorry about that. One of the kids seemed to have thrown up in the middle of the classroom and the rest of the kids were panicking," she chuckled softly and sat behind her desk, "You must be mister and missus Delko, I'm missus DiNozzo, but you can call me Chelcie." She extended her hand towards Calleigh.

Calleigh shook it. "I'm Calleigh, and this is Eric," she said as she shook both their hands. Chelcie nodded, "Okay, let's start with Lizzie. I have to say that she is one of my favourite students at the moment. She is so vivacious and bubbly; she is almost never in a bad mood. She is extremely intelligent as well. I have to say that she has quite a bright future."

Calleigh and Eric smiled at this. Eric took Calleigh's hand in his and squeezed it gently. "We are so happy to hear that. What about Derek?" Calleigh began to get nervous, she knew that Derek wasn't the most social person, but she hoped that he wasn't that bad. Chelcie cleared her throat, "Well Derek is an extremely smart child as well, very gifted in music. I did not expect that from such a quiet child. The moment we made them choose an instrument and he chose the piano, he has been getting better and better with every class. He is extraordinary." Eric smiled, Calleigh however knew that there was a 'but' coming in there pretty soon.

"But…" Calleigh winced realizing how right she was. "Derek isn't the most social boy in the class. I don't think he has made a single friend in this class. He prefers to sit by himself. I tried to engage him in some interaction with the other children, but he would either throw a tantrum or leave the group and return to what he was previously doing."

Calleigh took in a deep breath, "What does that mean?"

Chelcie shrugged, "I have a hunch, but I'm not too sure. I also noticed that he doesn't like to converse with anyone, in any form or fashion, and he often doesn't respond to me when I call for him. And if someone else frustrates him, he tends to run into a corner and rock back and forth. It seems to me that Derek might be autistic."

Calleigh bit her lip. She knew what the teacher was talking about. She knew how autism affects a child; she just didn't expect it to be her child. She then felt Eric squeezing her hand more tightly. He seemed to be lost in thought. The look on his face was that of sheer terror. Calleigh took her other hand and rested it on his arm, running it up and down in an attempt to soothe him. He was too socked to speak.

Calleigh soon found her voice and asked in a shaky voice, "What should we do?" The teacher laced her own fingers and put them on the table in front of her. She let out a breath and spoke, "I think that you should take him to a doctor and see what he recommends. I have had autistic children in my class previously, so if that is the case, I would love to continue having him in my class."

Calleigh was grateful for that much, but she was yet to process the information given to her. She didn't know how to react, what to say, what to do. She felt scared, nervous, anxious, mad and confused most of all. She had no idea what to do next. All she knew was that he had to get out of that office, she had to see her children. She stood up quickly, "Thank you missus DiNozzo, I'll make sure and inform you once we get more details." Chelcie nodded, "Your welcome, and it's Chelcie." Calleigh smiled weakly, and led a still speechless Eric out of the room.

They entered the hall where she leant back against the wall, her head looking heavenward. She wiped at her eyes, trying to get rid of the evidence of her tears. Much to her dismay, they just poured out even more. She placed her face in her hands and began sobbing behind a curtain of blonde hair. She pulled her hair back with her right hand, holding it in place on top her head, her left hand covering her mouth,

Then she felt a pair of strong arms pulling her closer. She pushed him away saying, "We need to get the kids and go home. We'll talk about this later." He nodded at her and took her hand, threading their fingers as they walked down the hall and entered the classroom. As they entered Calleigh's leg was attacked by Derek. She picked him up and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He raised her hand and stroked the back of his head. She bit her lip and fought back her tears once again, she refused to cry in front of her children.

She just hoped that she was strong enough to face what was about to transpire.

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So?? Did ya like it?? Or did I get worse on my sabbatical?? :P

Review plz!! :D And tell me which story line you want!! L8rz!!