Louisiana Lovin'

CSI: Miami

Genre: Romance

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None, I made them up

Pairing: Eh, guess: Calleigh/Speed, duh!

Summary: "Speed, I promise it's only for this one night…or so."

Disclaimer: I own no part of this story. CSI: Miami belongs to CBS and my main man Jerry B.

AN: Ok, I have had his idea in my head for a really long time, like, I was gonna write it as an S Club fic and I haven't written one of those in forever, so I'm doing it as a CSI: Miami fic. It'll work better anyway. Please review! Thank you kindly.

Chapter 1- Day One

"I see we all made it here safely," Horatio Caine observed, noting that all the members of his team were present and all limbs accounted for.

"Which is a miracle with the way Speed drives," Calleigh Duquesne quipped, still a little shaken from their drive from Miami to New Orleans for a week of conferences. They'd had a few mishaps that he had shrugged off and she considered to be near-death experiences. "I saw my life flash before my eyes so many times I felt like I was watching reruns."

The rest of the team, consisting of Eric Delko, Alexx Woods, Tim Speedle, and Horatio, laughed. "It was your idea to drive up together." Tim reminded her.

"I didn't think it meant risking my life!" Calleigh grinned.

"Risking your- oh please, Cal. You look fine to me." He pointed out.

"Eh, go shave." She shot back, the old stand-by that never failed to shut him up.

"Ok, now that that's out of our systems," Horatio stepped in, "we can check into the hotel and get ready. Remember, tonight is the formal welcome reception."

"See, you have to shave anyway." Calleigh nudged Speed as they started in to the front desk.

"Yes, ok." The receptionist looked up their names on the computer. "I'm sorry, but we're so booked this week we couldn't get all five rooms in the same place. Mr. Caine, Mr. Speedle, and Ms. Woods are in 312, 314, and 316 and Ms. Duquesne and Mr. Delko are in 715 and 717." She said handing them their keys.

"That's fine, thank you very much." Horatio said politely before they headed to the elevator.

"When you're done getting ready, come to my room; I don't want to walk in alone." Calleigh whispered to Speed.

"Why can't you go with Eric?" he whispered back.

"Tim."

"Alright, fine, see you." He said, getting off at the 3rd floor with Horatio and Alexx.

"So…you think there are going to be any hot, single women here?" Eric grinned.

Calleigh rolled her eyes. "For their sakes, I hope not." She muttered as she stepped off the elevator at the 7th floor.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Calleigh smiled, brushing her long, blond hair out of her face. "This is me. See you at dinner." She said to Eric before disappearing into her hotel room.

About a half hour later Calleigh heard a knock on the door. She hurried out of the bathroom, fighting with one of her earrings, and opened the door. "Hey, just the person I wanted to see!" she said cheerfully, finally getting the earring in. "Zip me up, will you?" she asked, turning around.

Tim sucked in his breath, slowly zipping up the small, black number she was wearing, letting his fingers trail ever so lightly over the smooth skin of her back, bumping over her silky bra. He mentally kicked himself as his hands lingered on the back of her neck just that second too long for friends, but if she noticed she didn't let on.

"Thanks!" she smiled at him over her shoulder as she headed back to the bathroom. "I've just got to do my make-up, come keep me company."

"That's a nice ring." Tim commented, as he watched her apply her eyeliner, about the ring on her left hand pointer finger.

"It was my grandmother's engagement ring." Calleigh told him, before applying her lipstick. She gave herself a one over in the mirror. "What do you think?" she asked.

Tim pretended to ponder. "Hmm. Give me a spin."

Calleigh giggled and twirled for him. Her long blond hair was half pulled back, with just a little left out to frame her face. He gently pushed a few strands off her cheek and smiled. "Perfect." For a second they just stood there staring at each other, his hand still on her cheek.

When Calleigh spoke, it was in a low voice, as though he would suddenly fade away if she was too loud. "Well, Mr. Speedle, I do declare you've got me blushing…ready?"

Tim cleared his throat, straightening up abruptly. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

"Look, there're the others; that must be our table." Calleigh pointed out their colleagues in the hotel's large reception room.

She and Speed sat down with Horatio, Alexx, and Eric and listened to the director of something or other talk about something else for what seemed like a year. He concluded with: "And now I'll leave you to mingle and hopefully make new friends. Thank you."

A while later, when Calleigh was coming back from the restroom, she heard, "My word, Calleigh, is it really you?" in an accent thicker than her own.

When Calleigh spun around her usual 250 watt smile faltered, if only for a fraction of a second, when she caught sight of the curly haired brunette behind her.

"I can see your fashion sense hasn't changed much since college." The brunette said sweetly.

Calleigh clasped her hands firmly behind her back in an effort not to knock the other woman out. "Heidi Winters," Calleigh greeted her college roommate. "How have you been?" she asked, not really caring.

Heidi smirked. "Actually, it's soon to be Heidi Randall. Am I to assume you're still Calleigh Duquesne?"

Calleigh thought fast and quickly slid her grandmother's ring off her index finger and onto her ring finger behind her back. "Actually, I'm already married." She said, her voice dripping with honey, flashing Heidi the ring.

Heidi's smile drooped a bit, but quickly perked back up. "So, what's your new last name?"

Without missing a beat, Calleigh replied, "Speedle."

As Tim finished his conversation with a CSI from Atlanta named Sean Brooks, he felt fingers trail along the back of his neck and Calleigh suddenly sat down on his lap. "We need to talk." She hissed.

Sean gave him an understanding nod and promptly excused himself. "How can I help you?" Tim asked with a bemused expression on his face.

"Um, I did something…" she chewed on her bottom lip.

"Uh oh, Cal, spill it."

"Well, see I went to college with this real bitch named Heidi Winters, she was my roommate and always one step ahead of me, ya know? If I got an A, she got an A+; if I made the cheerleading squad, she made captain." Calleigh paused, glaring at the memories flashing through her mind.

"And?" Tim pushed.

"She's here tonight and she's engaged and I just- I couldn't let her meat me again, so I…"

"You…what?"

"I told her I was married."

"Well, I'll agree it's not the smartest thing you've ever-"

"To you."

"What!" Tim gasped. "Why would you say that?"

"I don't know! I panicked and you were the first one to come to mind." Calleigh defended herself.

"Calleigh, this is ridiculous, I-"

"Please?"

Tim tried not to look into those puppy-dog eyes. "No."

"Speed, I promise it's only for this one night…or so. Well, just for this week. Please, Speed?"

Tim sighed. "You owe me so big."

Calleigh grinned. "Anything!" she chirped and kissed his cheek. "Ok, we've been married since last October, the 11th, ok?"

"So we've been married for…"

"Almost 9 months. And put this on." She handed him a plastic, gold band, though it looked like real gold from a distance.

Tim raised an eyebrow. "You've really thought this out, haven't you?"

Calleigh shrugged. "I had to tell her something. Besides, it's my parents anniversary, easy to remember."

"And the ring?"

She grinned sheepishly. "It's from a quarter machine in the lobby; I had to use 6 quarters until I got it. But if you want any other junk jewelry, I've got plenty of it."

Tim laughed and nodded and was about to ask what the others would think when a heavy accent behind them asked, "So this is the husband, Calleigh?"

Calleigh quickly stood up, dragging Tim with her and he hastily slipped on the fake ring. "Yes, Tim this is Heidi Winters, Heidi this is my husband Tim Speedle." The two quickly shook hands. "Well, we were about to head back to the room so-"

"So was I. Do you mind if I tag along?" Heidi cut in.

"Not at all," Calleigh forced a smile. As they started over to the elevator, she felt Tim's hand slip into hers and she smiled genuinely up at him. Once in the elevator she pushed 7. "What floor?" she asked Heidi, who replied, "8." When they reached the 7th floor, Calleigh and Tim stepped off with a short good-night to Heidi, not breaking the connection between their hands.

Upon arriving at Calleigh's room, Tim was about to say good-night when she suddenly asked, "Do you want to bring your stuff up here now?"

He stared at her for a second, his brain trying to process what she was suggesting. "You mean you want me to…but, Calleigh, these rooms only have one bed!"

"Look, I know this wasn't part of the deal, but we're both adults and I think we can handle sharing a bed. It'll put us in the right mindset and what if she wants to come to 'our' room? Besides, it's not like we're having sex, we're just sleeping."

Tim sighed. "Whatever you say; I'll go get my bag."

"Ok, I'll leave the door unlocked."

After getting his bag, Tim made his way back up to the 7th floor. He couldn't help wondering what he was getting into. He'd had feelings for Calleigh for a long time now and he didn't know how he's be able to handle sleeping, just sleeping, in her bed for a week. He didn't have long to wonder before he was pushing her door open. "Honey, I'm home!" He called.

He heard her laugh coming from the bedroom of the suite. "Come help me in here!" she called back.

Tim made his way in and set his bag down. "How can I help you?" he asked for the second time that night.

"Unzip me." She said, turning around. Déjà vu, he thought. He slowly unzipped it as far down as it would go, right before it would have exposed her bottom to him. His lips craved to kiss the skin he'd just uncovered, but she walked into the bathroom to change. When she came out 10 minutes later, her hair hung free, her face was washed clean of make-up, and she was wearing grey sweatpants with a snug black tank-top. She stopped in the doorway and looked Tim up and down. He was wearing red plaid boxers and a white T-shirt. Calleigh nodded, as though approving, and asked, "Ready for bed?"

Tim took a deep breath and nodded, climbing under the blankets next to her. "Good night, pseudo husband." She whispered, and he turned off the light, and kissed his cheek.

"Good night." He whispered back. She turned on her side, facing him, and he watched her as she slept, thinking he was the luckiest man on earth to be married to such an amazing woman. Almost.