Discaimer: I WISH!!!
I think Horatio and Calleigh are made for each other. I think Speed is a total babe and that Laura the lab girl gets no recognition. So this story is about Speed and Laura.
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I looked up to see Speed ambling down the hallway, a sour look on his face. I hadn't heard too much about his case since Horatio swamped me with blood work. I stuck my head out of the lab to see him punch the elevator button. The doors slid open to reveal a pretty blond woman. Tim's back when ramrod straight.
He growled something at her but I couldn't hear what. She snarled back. I could tell from the way the air vibrated around him that he was pissed. The lady spoke again.
"He insulted me."
"Maybe he was just trying to get your attention."
Now that was a feeling I was familiar with. I'd been trying to get Tim's attention for months. I knew enough tequila could make one invisible, but I never knew until him that the same phenomenon happened sober as well. I learned quickly enough.
"Next time, try rejection. At least guys are used to it."
Ha. Guys didn't have exclusive rights to rejection. I was more familiar than I wanted to be with that particular sensation. I must be a glutton for punishment because I keep coming back, keep trying, keep issuing invitations. And-no surprise here- Time keeps looking right through me and forgetting I'm there. I can count the times on one hand that he's ever looked me in the eye when we spoke. And still I keep coming back for more. As he turns around I retreat back into the lab, momentarily out of sight, but always out of his mind.
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That blond bitch pissed me off more than she should have. She's just some broad with an ego and a temper. Prissy prima dona. I really need to calm down. As I head back down the hall I catch a faint whiff of floral perfume. Laura. Laura had been here less than 5 minutes ago. That's how long her scent hangs in the air outside of the DNA lab. Inside her sacred domain, where she reigns almighty, the air is permeated with her smell.
I see her head bent over a wicked looking blade that she holds in her gloved hands, appreciating its deadly beauty. Normally I would have gone inside to check it out especially if Calleigh was the one holding the weapon. But this was Laura and I was already half hard just from her perfume. And in all honesty the young pretty woman scared me to death.
Rejection. It was a sensation I was all to familiar with, and as much as she tempts me, I never want to experience it at her gentle hands
I think Horatio and Calleigh are made for each other. I think Speed is a total babe and that Laura the lab girl gets no recognition. So this story is about Speed and Laura.
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I looked up to see Speed ambling down the hallway, a sour look on his face. I hadn't heard too much about his case since Horatio swamped me with blood work. I stuck my head out of the lab to see him punch the elevator button. The doors slid open to reveal a pretty blond woman. Tim's back when ramrod straight.
He growled something at her but I couldn't hear what. She snarled back. I could tell from the way the air vibrated around him that he was pissed. The lady spoke again.
"He insulted me."
"Maybe he was just trying to get your attention."
Now that was a feeling I was familiar with. I'd been trying to get Tim's attention for months. I knew enough tequila could make one invisible, but I never knew until him that the same phenomenon happened sober as well. I learned quickly enough.
"Next time, try rejection. At least guys are used to it."
Ha. Guys didn't have exclusive rights to rejection. I was more familiar than I wanted to be with that particular sensation. I must be a glutton for punishment because I keep coming back, keep trying, keep issuing invitations. And-no surprise here- Time keeps looking right through me and forgetting I'm there. I can count the times on one hand that he's ever looked me in the eye when we spoke. And still I keep coming back for more. As he turns around I retreat back into the lab, momentarily out of sight, but always out of his mind.
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That blond bitch pissed me off more than she should have. She's just some broad with an ego and a temper. Prissy prima dona. I really need to calm down. As I head back down the hall I catch a faint whiff of floral perfume. Laura. Laura had been here less than 5 minutes ago. That's how long her scent hangs in the air outside of the DNA lab. Inside her sacred domain, where she reigns almighty, the air is permeated with her smell.
I see her head bent over a wicked looking blade that she holds in her gloved hands, appreciating its deadly beauty. Normally I would have gone inside to check it out especially if Calleigh was the one holding the weapon. But this was Laura and I was already half hard just from her perfume. And in all honesty the young pretty woman scared me to death.
Rejection. It was a sensation I was all to familiar with, and as much as she tempts me, I never want to experience it at her gentle hands