Heir of Narnia

Teaser: Set during Lost Son. Tim Speedle discovers a world he'd only dreamed about and comes face to face with his Creator. Will he stay or will he find his way home. CSI Miami/Narnia crossover AU

Chapter One: Into Narnia

A/N: I did the math and this story is possible chronologically speaking. Enjoy

Brown eyes flickered open as their owner groaned. Bit by bit, the young man turned himself over and looked up at the sky. The grass was soft beneath him and he took in the clean air for a moment. Gingerly, expecting pain, he sat up. The breeze ruffled his curly black hair and the young man frowned. Where am I? He stood up, turning to look in all directions. This isn't Miami…

"I say, who are you?"

The young man jumped and looked around. There was a sigh. "Down here, o observant one!"

He looked down and saw a mouse standing right in front of him. The mouse wore a plumed hat and had a sword about as long as a toothpick. Deciding against the obvious remark, the startled man knelt and asked, "And you are?"

"Well it's about time." The man blinked. "You sir, are the first Man I have ever met who did not immediately remark that I am a mouse." The mouse swept off his hat. "I salute you and offer you my wishes for your good fortune in Narnia. I am Sir Reepicheep of the Most Noble Order of the Table, knighted by King Edmund the Just, and head of the Mouse Guard at Castle Cair Paravel." The mouse bowed and gazed upward. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

The other stared for a moment, caught off guard by the style Sir Reepicheep used. "Detective Tim Speedle, Miami-Dade CSI."

Sir Reepicheep blinked in his turn. "Pray tell, Detective Tim, what is a 'Miami Dade Cesi'?"

Speedle sighed. "CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigator. It means I use science to investigate crimes. And it's Tim Speedle. Detective is my rank in the Miami-Dade police department." He considered. "You can call me Speed."

The mouse looked scandalized. "Only if you insist, Tim." The mouse's gaze turned thoughtful. "So Miami-Dade is your…city?"

Speed nodded. "Most people just call it Miami."

"Then I shall as well. I presume you come from the same land as the High King and his siblings?"

Speed eyed the mouse. "I don't know but wouldn't your rulers be from your country?"

Sir Reepicheep snorted. "Clearly you have never been to Narnia before." He gazed at Speed a moment longer. "I shall direct you to Cair Paravel and tell you of Narnia on the way."

Speedle tilted his head, thinking. "Alright." He offered his hand and Sir Reepicheep jumped up into it. Speed brought his hand up to his shoulder and the mouse gave him directions toward Cair Paravel.

"…Queen Susan the Gentle came much later and her siblings jumped for joy when she arrived. She had forgotten Narnia you see and they worried that she would never remember."

"So how did she remember?"

"She told us that she grew up, trying to live past her family's departure. She moved to a country called the United States (such an odd name) and had a family of her own. She had one daughter and her daughter grew up to be a fine young woman. Married and had children. Queen Susan said that for the longest time her daughter only had the one son and when he was young, Queen Susan would watch him for her daughter."

"She told him stories, didn't she?" Speed guessed.

"Quite right, friend Tim. She told him of Narnia and she saw Narnia through his eyes. A beautiful land that can never be truly lost or forgotten. She remembered it, in her own heart, and she remembered the Lion."

"The Lion?"

"Ah, you will meet him. Aslan, Creator of Narnia, Son of the Emperor Beyond the Sea, King of the Wood…he has many names my friend. He is not a tame lion but," Sir Reepicheep smiled, "He is good. Now, where was I?"

"Queen Susan remembered Narnia," Speed prodded.

"Yes, thank you. So after that, she never forgot Narnia again and when she died, she came home to her family."

"Wait a second."

"Yes?" Sir Reepicheep inquired.

"How do you get here?"

"Well, of course you must at least know of Narnia. I believe you must know Aslan, in some way and nowadays, it's only the dead that enter Narnia. There are gateways from the Real worlds; that place you call Miami is only the Shadowlands; but the only way for the living to enter Narnia is, well, to die."

Speed closed his eyes, tears leaking out. My team, my…family. What have I done? Why didn't I listen to Calleigh?

"Folk you left behind?"

"Yeah."

Sir Reepicheep patted Speed on the shoulder. "Well, I suppose I can call you Speed for today. We're almost there," the mouse added.

Speed looked and saw a white castle standing right by the shore. Turrets blazed against the sky and Speed had to squint to see the banner. A gold rampant lion on a field of scarlet. Sir Reepicheep secured them entrance and waved to a half-human, half-goat once they were inside. "Faun Tumnus, go into the High King and his siblings. A Son of Adam has come to Narnia."

"Very well, Sir Reepicheep." The faun disappeared into the throne room and Speedle occupied himself by looking around at all the animals and mythical creatures in the castle. After a few moments the faun reappeared. "Sir Reepicheep, take him to Their Majesties private dining room. Queen Lucy asks that you join them and lunch will be there shortly."

Sir Reepicheep nodded. "My thanks, Faun Tumnus. Come along friend Speed. I shall introduce you to Their Majesties."

Sir Reepicheep smiled as he saw the four siblings. They looked right again with their noble sister. He had his suspicions about Tim Speedle and he hoped very much that he was right. He jumped onto the table and ordered Speedle to wait 'right there'. The mouse scurried forward and bowed. "Your Majesties, may I present Tim Speedle of Miami."

The four gave both newcomers a courtly nod, though Susan seemed a bit surprised. Reepicheep turned toward Speedle. "Tim Speedle, I present High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant." Speedle bowed, a bit awkward but he carried himself well.

Queen Susan rose before High King Peter could speak. "Timmy, by the Lion's Mane, what in Narnia did you do?"

All the others (including Speedle) gaped at her, looking like fish.

High King Peter recovered first. "Susan do you know him?"

Queen Susan looked at her brother. "Know him!?" She turned to Speedle. "Timmy, come up here." Dazed, Tim obeyed. "Peter I'd like you to meet my grandson Timothy Speedle."

A/N: I absolutely could not resist! Speed in Narnia! What now? Will Speed meet the great aunt and uncles he never knew? Will he meet Aslan? What about Miami? Patience, I'm getting there. This will be a short one but…Please Read and Review. Next chapter: Lion's Breath