On The Street Where You Live

By The Scarlet Trombone

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Calleigh/Speed

Spoilers: None, I made them up

Summary: Tim's in love with Calleigh, Calleigh's in love with Tim…neither knows about the others feelings…yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this but the plot. CSI: Miami belongs to CBS and my main man Jerry B.

AN: Uh…enjoy!

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"Speed." Tim "Speed" Speedle wiped his brow. The hot, muggy air was hanging over him. He hadn't felt the wind stir all day, not a single breath.

"Hey, it's Eric. How's it going out there?" Eric was referring to the fieldwork Tim was up to his knees in, literally. He was searching for evidence in an old quarry where a middle-aged man had been found stabbed to death.

"To tell you the truth, man, I'm coming up with nothing." Tim sighed. "It's just too hot out here to concentrate." He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, exposing his tanned chest to the beating rays of the sun. He figured he didn't have to worry about looking professional for anyone, since he was the only one at the scene. It didn't do much to ease the heat, but he didn't care, it was better than nothing.

"We figured, so H sent Calleigh out to help you. I just called to see if she was there yet."

"Speak of the devil," Tim grinned as Calleigh drove up. "She just got here."

"Alright, bring us something we can use, ok?"

"We'll do our best." Tim replied. "See you."

"Talk to you later," Eric said and hung up.

Snapping his phone shut, Tim looked up to see Calleigh walking toward him. Her hair was sloppily thrown up in a clip and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top, tied in the back exposing her flat, smooth stomach. Tim had to admit that with the sun splaying over her golden locks she looked beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. He'd been noticing this more and more over the last few months. He saw her beauty, appreciated her smile, gazed into her eyes, and memorized each and every word, look, and touch that they shared. He was seeing her more as a real person, a real woman, rather than just another CSI. Rather than just his best friend.

"Hey, stranger!" she smiled, picking over the rocks. "Aren't we looking professional today?"

Tim snorted. "Look who's talking, Ms. Midriff."

Calleigh grinned wider and shrugged. "It's just the two of us." And at that moment she'd never been so glad it was just the two of them. She was having trouble tearing her eyes away from his torso. Feeling his eyes boring into her chest where her low neckline revealed some cleavage, she thought maybe he felt the same, but quickly dismissed it from her mind. There was no way she could have more than friendly feelings for him. Besides, it's not like he could ever feel the same…could he?

Tim nodded. "I guess it is."

"So what have we got?"

"Not much of anything. Eric took the other evidence back to the lab when the haulers took the D.B. to Alexx."

"What was there then?"

Licking his lips, Tim recalled, "There was a rock found next to our victim's head covered in blood. We assume the murderer used it to knock him out. The knife was still in the victim's body, wedged about here," Tim fingered a spot just below his left nipple. It was Calleigh's turn to lick her lips as she tried to stop staring. "It's being checked for prints now."

"What? Oh! Ok, good." Calleigh hoped she wasn't blushing as he caught her gaze. "Did you ID the body?"

Tim shook his head. "No wallet."

"Ok, well, you look like you've got it under control here. I'll check around the perimeter." His friend suggested, and headed toward the edge of the quarry.

"Hey!" Tim called suddenly after her.

"Yeah?" asked Calleigh, spinning on her heel.

"Be careful over there, ok? I'm serious! It's a long way down with nothing but sharp rocks to cushion your fall!" Tim added, seeing her smile.

"That's sweet, Tim, it is, but I promise I won't fall into the quarry." She had to admit she was touched.

"Just stay away from the edges, ok? I'll check that myself later."

Calleigh snorted. "Why is it ok for you to go over there and not me?"

"Because I said so. Don't push it, Calleigh." Tim warned, seeing her mouth open in protest.

She gave him a mock glare, but nonetheless clamped her mouth shut and headed the other way, grumbling something about her constitutional rights.

Stifling a laugh, as it would only piss her off more, Tim turned his attention back to the crime scene. He poked around for awhile, face close to the ground, finding a few hairs and fibers among the rocks, but nothing over-exciting.

"Hey! C'mere!" Calleigh called. She was standing closer to the edge than Tim would have like, but she look safe enough. "I got a wallet!"

Tim walked over to where she was turning it over in her hands. "The driver's license says Bradley Harrison, is that our victim?" she asked.

"That's him. Looks a little different with blood running down his head though," Tim replied darkly.