A/N: Ah, I miss my Timmy. And yes, I am a firm believer in SpeedCalleigh. Haha...Heaven is challenge number 7...Seventh Heaven..haha..okay I'll shut up now.
Characters: Tim, Marisol, mentioning of Horatio, Eric, Calleigh and Renae (OC)
Genre: Spiritualistic/Romance
7. Heaven
"Marisol, stop it. Seriously, stop it. MARISOL!"
I was immediately hushed by the lot of other women sitting on the sofas that took up most of the space in the Communion Room. I don't know how anything can be a room when it has no walls. Anyway, I shot the group of them a look, letting them know just how I felt about their "shushing".
The pest giggled. "You're so silly, Timmy. No wonder you were my brother's best friend!"
"Funny, Mari. I can see that the sense of humour runs in the family." I scowled. She was always too happy, considering she was dead.
The woman batted me in the arm playfully. I really didn't understand what Horatio had seen in her. She was overly joyful in all situations, and, I quote one of the other ladies up here, "brings joy to everyone's life". I don't see how that's possible, as WE'RE DEAD.
"Oh, this is interesting."
I turned to see her peering out over a cloud. You see, we can zoom in on certain places in the world, like Google Earth. We just think "Hey, I want to look at this exact beach in Cancun", and waa-la, we're there. Mari was most likely snooping on that brother of hers. Sighing, I joined the psychopath at the cloud edge.
"What?" I asked, sitting down next to her.
"Renae and Eric."
I smiled as she mentioned the names of my two best friends. "They doing what they do best?"
Mari rolled her eyes. "Funny, Tim. If that's what you consider what they do best, then no."
I'll just say now that no, I don't watch them...do it. That's just creepy, and wrong.
"So what are they doing?"
"What I think they do best."
"Staring into one another's eyes?"
"Precisely."
I'll explain it to you in further detail. Renae and Eric share this unbreakable bond, that's really quite extraordinary. They look into one another's eyes, and it's like they can tell exactly what one another is thinking, and are peering into one another's souls. The look seems to last for eternity.
The next thing I said sounded weird coming from my mouth. "Horatio ever look at you like that?"
Marisol smiled. "Yeah, but not that intense. I don't think any look could be as intense as Renae and Eric's."
I nodded in agreement.
"What about you? Anybody ever look at you that way?"
I froze. What the hell to say to that? "Uh...no, not really." I admitted shamefully.
"Don't worry, Tim." Marisol rested a hand on my shoulder. "You'll find her."
A sigh escaped from me. "She's not up here with us, Marisol."
She immediately knew who I was talking about. "Well, at least you have a chance to be with her one day. If Renae hadn't shown up when she did..."
"Your brother probably would've taken her." I could feel a lump in my throat.
"Well, maybe. It's not for sure, Tim."
"So, what now?"
Her answer was simple. "We wait, Timmy."
