"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks." Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Summary: Tim Speedle confesses one night to his best friend, Eric Delko. Why he became a cop. (Set two months before Tim's death of CSI: Miami)

Author's Note: This is something that has been in my mind for a while. And I'm glad I finally wrote it down and getting a chance to share it. It's a bit short but I hope you enjoy.

Thanks for reading (:

*** CSI : Miami ***

It started into a little party down at a beach house before the night was beginning and they only two people there was themselves.

Everyone else couldn't come to the early Fourth of July party. So, it was just Eric Delko and Tim Speedle.

Eric looked over the ocean, and smiled as he took another sip of his beer.

It was silence between them, the only sound that surrored them was the waves and the wind.

Tim was the first one to speak up. "This is nice." He smiled, looking at the sun, which was dropping down in the sky. "Nothing to worry about this weekend, but drinking beer and enjoying the weekend."

Eric softly said, "Yes."

Tim looked to the Spanish man before looking back to the ocean, sighing. He heard Eric asking him worried, "Are you okay?"

Tim thought about it for a minute before he answered. "Why did you become a cop?" Tim answered a question with a question.

"Um...I don't know." Eric replied, thinking back to a talk he had with Hoartio Caine. "H paid for me to get badge. Probably because he believed in me. Other wise I'd still be working...pulling cars out of trucks."

"I didn't know he did that for you." Tim smiled, thinking about the older man. "H is a good guy."

"He is." Eric smiled. "How about you?"

"I became a cop to get of Tanglewood. What I saw with them...made me relaize there are truely evil people in this world." Tim spoke before he thought about the words.

"Tanglewood?" Eric asked. He didn't know who they were. "Who are they?"

"'They are...a gang. A gang in New York. My older brother was in the gang. But he was killed because he wanted out. ...killed because he wanted a better life for himself." Tim said softly. He really never shared much about his past, and Eric was surpised by the sudden confession.

Eric really didn't know what to say but he felt bad for his best friend. "I'm sorry, Speed."

Tim went quiet for a while, which scared Eric for awhile. Tim was NEVER this quiet, even when the Brooklyn native was feeling sick and under the weather; he still talked everyone's ear off.

"I was jumped into the gang was nine years old. I didn't have much of choice of it...I was tatted when I was fifteen years old. I left when I was seventeen, and moved down here." Tim recalled. "I saw so much pain, so much death...evil." He put emphasize on the last word. "I just wanted to get out and start a better life for myself..."

"And you thought of Miami, why?" Eric asked, really wondering why the New York man chooses Miami of all places in the United States.

"It's warm down here." Tim quickly answered. "That and I knew that Miami had one of the best CSI programs out there."

"Was it worth it?" Eric turned to Tim, to see he was thinking and he wondered if he should have asked the question.

Tim shook his head yes before he answered, "Yes. I never get to see New York again if I want to live but I get to put away the evil men."