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Summary: Lots of Speed
Angst. Poor guy... ( No, he's not dead ) Will Eric be able to help
him? Maybe... WARNING: Eric/Speed giggle
Note: I'm bad
with tenses, and well... try not to be too hard on me.
Oh,
and it's always in Speeds POV. Thank you.
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I
pressed my heated forehead against the cool metal of my locker. The
whole room was empty and I was glad. I had such a bad day that it
felt good to actually get some alone time.
Sighing, I pulled
my head away from the locker door and looked around. I felt awful.
Considering how quiet it was in here, I came to the quick conclusion
that maybe I should stay for a little while. So, with less the
perfect grace, I plopped down on the bench and spaced out.
I
wasn't too sure how long it was before I heard the locker room door
slam shut and a way too cheerful Eric came prancing in. He took a
good look at me and grinned widely.
"How you doin'
beautiful?" I knew it was a joke, but something inside me swelled.
I tried to hide my expression as he turned away and opened his
locker. "I'm serious, how are you?" I'm not sure what came
over me, but I suddenly cursed Eric's cheerfulness.
"Fuck
off" I said it to him like I was brushing a piece of hair off of my
shoulder: With barely any emotion, and I almost instantly regretted
it as I saw the sad look pass over his face. He looked back at his
locker and started rummaging through all of his stuff and I just sat
there, trying my best to think of something to say that'll make
things better.
"I'm sorry, I just... I just had a bad
day, that's all." I looked down, hoping that that was a good
enough reason for what I said. He looked up and smiled lightly.
"It's okay, man. I get it. Everyone has a bad day once in
a while. Hell, with this job I think you're crazy to not have bad
days." I glanced back at him.
"I never see you have a bad
day." It was true, sure, sometimes Eric would get pretty frustrated
with something, but he'd never blow up on someone. He just wasn't
like that.
"I have my bad days"
"Oh?"
"Yeah,
I just don't let it show as much as you do" He chuckled and shut
his locker. "Hey, wanna' go out? The night is still young, and
you look like you could use a pick-me-up."
"Nah" I say
it a little too quickly and hope to God he doesn't think anything
of it.
"You sure? 'Cause I hate goin' out alone, you
know?" He gave me those puppy dog eyes and I'm not even sure if
he meant to.
"Yeah, I think I just need a good night sleep.
See you in the morning." Eric nods and picks up his stuff.
"Bye"
And with that he left, leaving a darkened locker room, and a broken
man.
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The next day I found myself knocking on a
suspect's door with H. Well, we weren't sure yet if we could
consider him a suspect, we just needed to give him a little checking
out, that's all.
H knocked for what seemed like his 15th
time. We were having no luck and the hot Miami sun was bothering me a
lot for then it usually does. I wiped the sweat of my forehead and
leaned against the railing. Without really thinking about it, I
glanced into the house and laughed a little.
"It appears
our man fell asleep while watching a nice video." Horatio looked at
me for a moment then looked into the window. His faced stayed passive
as he laid his eyes upon the slightly overweight man sleeping soundly
while a porno video played loudly on his tiny TV.
"Should
we come back when he's a little... less occupied? I me-" I was
cut off by a gasp from H. He ran to the door and kicked it down
swiftly.
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Again, I pressed my seemingly on fire
forehead against my locker. Another horrible day. Dead Porno Man, No
Murder Weapon, No Suspects, and to top all that off, I feel like I
just got hit by a- WHAM! The locker room door slammed shut.
"Three
guesses who that is." Almost on cue, Eric came barreling into the
aisle.
"Guess what!? Guess what!? Guess what!?" He cried
out and leaped onto the bench.
"You brought Aspirin?" He
shut his eyes and shook his head furiously.
"Why? Are you
okay?" All the excitement in his voice seemed to just drain out of
him with those words.
"I'm-" I stopped, stumbling
backwards into the locker. Pain shot through every inch of my body
and it took everything out of me to not scream in agony. Exhaustion
overtaking me from no where, my knees buckled and I crumpled to the
floor. The pain faded and my vision slowly cleared.
The whole
ordeal, which felt like it lasted an excruciating hour or so really
only lasted a mere few seconds. Those very precious seconds that it
took Eric to get off that ass of his and to my side. He lifted me up
and I gingerly leaned my back against the wall of lockers.
"What
happened?" The words barely got out of my mouth before I started
coughing. I couldn't stop, and it hurt. I shut my eyes trying to
block everything out. Eric leaped up and ran at top speed out of the
locker room, I was sure he was going to go get H, but I was wrong."
Coming back in just as fast as he left, but this time with a
glass of water, he dropped to his knees and held it out for me.
Finally able to stop coughing I drank the water. It felt so good
going down my scratchy throat. I drank the rest of the glass and put
it down gasping for air.
"Are you o-okay?" I slowly
looked at the man next to me. Eric looked mortified. I guess that's
how someone would look if there friend almost died in front of him.
"Uh huh." My voice sounded like a swallowed a razor, felt
that way too. "I'm okay. I just... I think I should get home. I'm
not really feeling that good." He looked at me, his eyes showing so
much concern.
"Well then I'm driving you." He stood up
and held his hand out for me. The way he said it left no debate.
Maybe he didn't expect one. I don't know, but whatever it was, I
wasn't about to challenge it.
I took his hand and he lifted
me to my feet. My legs felt like Jell-O, and definitely not the good
brand. I nearly fell back over, but before the relentless locker room
floor could collide with my face, to strong arms wrapped around my
waist and yanked me back up.
"Whoa, warn me before you do
that." Eric's voice was gentle, made me even more tired then I
felt, if that was possible. The whole walk to the car was a blur,
though it took some time, I'm sure of it.
"Are you sure
you don't want to go to the hospital, you look like hell." I
shook my head and leaned it against the glass of Eric's car. I felt
his warm hand touch my shoulder, and then pull away. I sure wish it
would've stayed there. Maybe save me from reality.
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Wow, that really sucked. Maybe I'll continue it... God
knows a barely continue anything.
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