A/N: This is one of my favorite stories I have ever written. I have fallen in love with Tim Speedle and 2nd person present tense PoV. Combine them, and, BAM! Okay, so it's in the "You" PoV, and whoever the "You" is is that chapter title. Love Bela. Hope you do too. If you do, review. And if you feel like saying anything…
You'll never forget meeting her. You were going to meet Eric, because the two of you were going out for drinks, and there she was, hanging at his apartment, watching TV. Her beauty automatically takes you aback. She's introduced to you as Eric's little sister, Bela, and you think, yes she is, because bela means beautiful in Spanish. And you ask her if she knows that and Eric cracks up laughing because they're Cuban and Spanish was they're first language.
She's really shy, and you want to know her better, so you ask if she wants to come, acting like it's only out of politeness. She looks to Eric for his permission, because you're his friend, and he says she's welcome to come if she wants. And she does, and it's an amazing night. One you'll always remember, as you develop a friendship in the following months. You and the two Delko's have way too much fun together.
Her first day working with you and Eric is when the CSI's from Las Vegas came down to investigate a traveling case. You were cracking up when she made a comment you know you'll never forget.
"Haven't you noticed it's always the tourists that die? You'd think they'd stop coming here." Yep, good old Bela.
"I like Little Miss Delko," you hear Horatio say, and you laugh at how he already has her nicknamed. "Can we keep her, Eric?"
You know for sure you want to keep her.
The first time you get the courage to ask her out, it's not even a date. You just ask Eric if you can take her home because she's never ridden on your motorcycle before. He just smiles and says, "Be good to her or I'll rearrange your face," and you know he knows how you feel. And you know you could never be anything but good to her.
At first, she's reluctant to ride on the bike, but you finally convince her. And there she is, helmet perched on her head, scared look on her face. And then she's riding, holding on to you.
You always get that adrenaline rush on your bike, speeding through the streets. But this, this is different. You never imagined how good it felt for her to wrap her arms around you, holding on for dear life. In reality, it's lucky you never wrecked, because she is all you can think about.
When you finally pull up in front of her apartment, you take the helmet off of her and look at the huge smile on her face, lighting up her already bright brown eyes. And you're smiling like the champion of the world, because you made her smile like that.
You're taking her out to dinner tonight and you're nervous. It's just dinner, you tell yourself, but in reality it's so much more. Tonight's the night you'll see if the two of you can be more than best friends.
Dinner goes great. The two of you can be so relaxed around each other, even though you're so nervous you know you have to be sweating buckets and acting like the biggest fool in Florida. But she doesn't seem to notice. And if she does, she obviously doesn't care. Bela Delko's never been one to hide her emotions well.
You take her home on your bike. Honestly, she loves the thing, which makes you love it even more. You're standing on her front porch, so close to her, looking into those big, bright, brown eyes, and you're so close you can smell her, feel the heat radiating off her body. She's intoxicating.
You can't help yourself. You lean in close so that your foreheads are touching. And then, you do something you've wanted to do for a long, long time, possibly since you met her. You touch your lips to hers gently, and it's more than you hoped. Her lips are so soft, so full, and so perfect. You wrap one arm around her waist and use the other to caress her hair, holding her close. Finally, the need for air has won, and you both pull away a little bit. She has a small, contented smile on her face as she takes the door handle.
"Good night, Timmy," she says quietly, in that soft, sweet, accented voice of hers.
"'Night, Bela," you say, watching as she walks inside. No words can describe what you're feeling.
There is only one word to describe what you're feeling. Before you met your Bela, you would have laughed to think you could fall head-over-heels for someone so fast.
You love her, you've come to realize. With all your heart.
The two of you are standing outside her door again, after a very nice dinner. You go in for one of those amazing kisses. But, instead of pulling apart completely afterwards and watching as she walks in, you let your foreheads continue to touch.
"Bela," you whisper. "I love you."
She smiles gently, that small, contented smile you love so much, the one she gets on her face when she's truly happy, like after a kiss. "I love you too, Timmy," she says.
The two of you start going out all the time. For lunch, for coffee, for dinner, for movies… you're always together, and Eric enjoys making comments about the fact.
She volunteers to make dinner one night, at your place. You supply the groceries and the kitchen, and she promises to make some homemade Comida Cubana.
It's delicious. The two of you are chowing down, talking about everything, like always. And then, she gets up and hand-washes the dishes, chattering and laughing with you. And she looks so beautiful you can't even get over it. Her back is to you, curly dark hair flowing down her back, clothes showing off her adorable figure.
And you can't help but get up and go to her, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind. You kiss her neck, and then the two of you find out Cuban food must be an aphrodisiac, because she ends up staying a lot longer than you originally intended, and you do a lot more than just have dinner.
You have no idea how this happened. You just know you're at her place, helping her put her stuff in boxes. Because she's moving in with you. That's right. You, Tim Speedle, are about to become the luckiest man in the world, because you will get to wake up with Isabela Delko every morning. She will be the first and last thing you see every day. She will sit on your couch; watch your TV; cook in your kitchen. She will always be there now.
It seems like a dream. You can hardly believe how wonderful this is.
It's her first night at your apartment as a permanent fixture. She showered, and she came out, her dark skin tinted pink, her skin soft and shiny. She has on no make-up, no perfume, and she looks almost more perfect. You watch as she sits next to you on the bed, and you can't keep your eyes off her. She grabs a brush from the side table and gently begins to brush out the dark curls that tumble to the middle of her back. Water droplets spray on to her skin, and her wet hair sticks to her face, neck and shoulders.
She looks like an angel, is the first thing that crosses your mind as you sit and watch. You sit and think as she dresses, into short shorts and a tight tank top. The two of you snuggle under the covers, and she lays her head on your chest, your fingers intertwined on her hip. You watch as she falls asleep, and you just want to hold her forever.
A/N: So? Whatcha think? I love it, but that's just me. I have an assignment for ya'll… Obviously, Timmy dies (so sad), and I had an idea. What if, Bela had his baby? Like, didn't know until AFTER he died? I can't decide. So… I'm making myself a poll. Vote on it and then I shall decide… Think about it, and in the meantime, leave me a review!!