authors: Dorothy and yana
rating:pg-13
Spoilers:Body Count
Pairing: Speed/Calleigh
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Calleigh laid on the bed, tears streaming down her checks, sobs racking her body. Everything had just come to a head and here she was sobbing uncontrollably.
She hated to cry. She hated not being the constant rock that she had assumed as her roll long ago. She wasn't allowed the luxury of tears and pain growing up why should she take advantage of that now?
But something had happened and here she was crying out all of her pain and anger and lose and frustration. Some how those prisoners had found a way out and one of them had killed her best friend.
When she walked onto that beach and saw the police tape surrounding the body of Janet Medrano, the first tears in what felt like years started to come and never stopped.
And that made her so mad. She had lost her best friend and that had caused her to set aside her tough as nails exterior and break down in front of her colleagues. She had never wanted anyone to see her cry. Ever. And the fact that both John Hagen and Horatio had indications that she wasn't in the correct state of mind didn't sit well with her.
There were two messages on her machine, both of which she didn't have the energy to check, she didn't want to have anything to do with CSI for the time being, at least before the funeral and testifying against Kerner.
Those two events had been swirling in her head, not giving her sleep for the passed three days.
The funeral was tomorrow morning.
Court was tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow was Wednesday.
God, Calleigh hated Wednesdays.
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Tim Speedle hated Wednesdays.
Nothing good happened to him in the middle of the week.
Tomorrow was especially a day that would be remembered in infamy- his best friend's ten year death anniversary.
Lord but he hated Wednesdays.
He sped down the causeway on his bike, and felt a few drops of rain cascade down his helmet.
Just peachy.
Now he hated Tuesdays.
By the time he made it to his destination, he was soaking wet, but thankfully his peace present was glass cased so he had not to worry about that.
He parked his bike in front of the apartment building and stepped to the front door, pressing the buzzer for apartment #11.
Duquesne, C.
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Calleigh heard the buzzer and was alarmed at first, but then realized that she needed to get up and answer the door. She tryed to wipe away the tears but they just wouldn't budge.
God, she didn't want anyone to see her like this. However she had a feeling that it would be a good idea to answer the door. So she pressed the button that let the person into the apartment complex.
It only took Tim a minute to get her apartment since it was on the first floor. His peace present in hand as he knocked on the door.
He didn't know what to expect, but what he saw when she answered the door, was totally unexpected. She was a mess. He meant that in the nicest way possible.
Her hair was uncombed and thrown into a loose ponytail. Her eyes were red and puffy and she still had tears streaming down her face.
He didn't see much more then that, because he had pulled her in for a comforting hug.
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Calleigh hadn't expected to see Tim standing infront of her when she opened the door, but she was glad he was there. Something about his friendship always made things feel easier, better even, and at that moment, that was what she needed.
She wasn't sure who made the first move, but some how they ended up in a comforting embrace. She felt safe in safe in his arms. Safe enough to just rest her head on his chest and cried.
She felt Tim tighten his arms around her , simaltaniously kissing her forehead. He caressed her back,as he whispered into her ear.
"Calleigh, I am so sorry. I know how close you two were."
The sincerity in his voice made Calleigh cry even harder. His statement was sinecer and that ment so much to her.
Tim hoped that she truly understood that he cared. And he took the extra heavy sobs as a sign that she did.
He could feel Calleigh starting to lose her balance, and picked her up and moved her into the apartment and layed her down on the couch.
He couldn't tell if she had passed out or if she was sleeping, but either way he was worried. He tried to wake her, but she wouldn't budge. He decided just to watch her as she seemingly slept.
He could tell that she had been crying heavily for a long time, because her cheecks were stained and her undereye's were puffy. Her hair was a mess if he every saw one. And her attir of sweats and a tanktop, completed the look of a grieving woman.
For some reason unknown to him, Tim found her to be the most beautiful woman.
It wasn't just her looks that made him think this. It was also the fact that they delt with death every day, and so many had become immune to it, but she hadn't.
He knew that she cried about other cases. He had caught her a few times at work.
And now when someone so close to her had been murdered she let herself grieve.
He knew that she wasn't cold hearted, but at first glance, you would have thought she would stay strong through anything. However if you dug deeper you would see that things really did effect her.
He found that to be a very attractive quality in her.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed her starting to come too.
As Calleigh began to come to, the first thing she noticed was the bottle of rum sitting next Tim. She couldn't help but make some kind of joke about it even though she knew it wasn't the time for jokes.
"I see you brought me a present," her voice scratching, but still teasing.
"Hey, who said I was going to share with you?: he tesed back.
"Funny , Tim, very funny" she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
Tim was amazed at how fast she could go from being passed out from so many tears, to teasing him. He knew that it was mostly likely a cover for how she really was feeling. He just hoped that she would stop pretending to be something she wasn't. He wanted her to trust him enough to talk to him. To open up.
"So how are you feelin'. You were out for a few minutes there," tim said tenderly as he moved from the coffee table to the couch.
Calleigh heard his question and saw his move but didn't respond to either. She had wanted to some much to just tell him everything and cry all night with him, but she didn't want to ruin her image.
However any thought her image went down the drain as a tear slide down her cheek. Tim turned her face toward his and he saw the tear as it made it's way down her face, accompanied by a few others. He wipped away the tears that were coming down at that moment.
He couldn't stand seeing her this way, and pulled her to him once again that evening.
Calleigh knew the moment that he wipped away her tears that she had to open up to him. She has seen respect and concern in his eyes, instead of the pity she had expected to see.She knew that she had to trust him. After all he had been the only one to come and check up on her, and for the right reason's to boot. So she chose to answer his question truthfully.
"I'm not doin' to good, Tim," she sniffled out.
" I know your not. C'mon here," he whispered as he leaned back and let her cuddle up against his chest.
Both of them held on to each other, Calleigh sobs and sniffles the only sound in the room.
TBC...
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