Slightly Condoned
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Rating: R (later)
Pairing: Eric/OC, Speed/Calleigh
Summary: After the death of Janet Medrano (Body Count) Elisabeth Kaytlin is hired as the new ADA. Under the condoned guide of Horatio Caine's ex-wife, Mia Dayton, who also happens to be the DA for Miami, as her first assignment Kaytlin is forced to reopen a cold case, which also happens to be Eric Delko's first case with the Miami-Dade crime Lab.
Spoiler: Tinder Box, Body Count
A/N: I *need* to take a break from Cardboard Copy…and perhaps this is a feeble attempt for your entertainment, but I just need to write an Eric fic…he's so lovable…hope you like it. Note: direct mentions from episodes will be featured later.
***
Part 9- Angry
Eric made his way back to CSI and ran into Speed in the lounge.
They exchanged looks far colder and distant then either could remember and Speed spoke first, " You need to talk to her man." He advised passively, and Eric had the urge to snap at his negligence.
He didn't understand how he could say something so deep without sounding deep.
Yet it was probably a method of self-preservation, leading yourself to believe the shit you were going through wouldn't really fuck you up.
Eric looked at Speed for another second and then pressed his forehead against the window glass, just able to make out Calleigh in the distance, still in the same position as he'd left her a few minutes before.
Thinking Speed had gone, Delko murmured, " Yeah well so do you." However, Tim heard him and chose not to reply, slipping out of the waiting area before Delko could detect his presence.
Tim knew he had to talk to Calleigh, but didn't know how to come about it any more without his emotions getting the best of him, after all, he'd tried before and look where it left him.
Over stimulated and alone.
What a great combination of feelings and thoughts.
He knew it was probably his fault for instigating the conversation, turning out to be one incredible ass but honestly he didn't care whose fault it was.
All that mattered was that their relationship was slowly going down the drain and there wasn't enough substance to it, to make it survive, and Tim supposed that it was his fault for not realizing that earlier.
***
Calleigh looked at her watch and determined that she could still salvage the last bit of her late lunch hour by doing some work.
Opening her cell phone, she speed dialed John Hagen and confirmed that Mia was probably free today from the massive trial surrounding the prison break.
Calleigh fished her car keys out of her pocket and with promises to analyze a .45 caliber bullet for the detective later; she swiftly merged onto the causeway, twenty minutes away from City Hall.
As quickly as she made it out of the parking lot, she realized she was on the verge of tears, for reasons so obvious to her, she was surprised she could be able to hold it in for so long.
Things were going down hill, pretty fucked up for a relationship that prospered generously, starting with friendship.
Perhaps that was her and Speed's first mistake, attaching themselves, asking for more, never being satisfied with platonic relations. No, they had to go ahead and give into that feeling, and Calleigh forever regretted going head first into something so unstable.
It proved to be just that, with the turn of the last 24 hours. She didn't know how they were able to sustain the obvious animosity they held for each other, for so long.
Even if it wasn't hate, there were some feelings of resentment, and although Calleigh highly doubted that they were directing them correctly, and that she truly didn't like Tim, she couldn't bring herself up to thinking otherwise.
She was just plain angry, mad about the issues surrounding Janet's death, the guilt and the ties that bound them later.
Calleigh simply wanted her best friend to be alive again, and the fact that it would only be a wish, left her not only mad at Tim and herself, but angry at the world.
Calleigh remained in traffic. Bumper to bumper, the kind you would only see in movies, or over dramatized road rage videos.
In hopes of escaping from the ill silence poisoning the car, she turned on the radio, only to encounter another wake up call, in a form of a song.
*So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
Heavy on the memory, you need most
Still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
Not without affection, not alone*
Although the eerie silence was lifted nothing eased Calleigh's soul. It was apparent that before Speed came along, she was falling, falling from grace, so to speak.
She didn't care about much at all. Not her father's drunken binge, she hadn't spoken to him in a matter of weeks. Not about the funeral arrangements that The Medranos made for their daughter, and were going to ask Calleigh to speak, however, upon seeing her current state, Tim declined the invitation for her.
Stating that they should be happy if she made it to the service at all. The family had been supportive of her grief, but had their own to deal with, so when Calleigh didn't make it to the funeral they weren't surprised, although some people were.
To them, she'd said good-bye to their baby girl when she discovered her body in the dead heat of the midday in Miami, and for them that was enough, not to Calleigh though.
*And instead of wishing that it would get better
Man you're seeing that you just get angrier*
Nope, Calleigh wasn't satisfied at all with knowing that while she was in her darkest hour, Tim went along and made the biggest decision for her at that time. Not allowing her to pay her respects to the one person she now missed more than life itself.
She had fought her own demons while Tim took notice of the world around her. She didn't remember quite how it started, but she knew it had to do something with her bumping into him at the bar that night after she found Janet's body, with a .22 in her temple.
She drank herself into oblivion and the next morning woke up in Tim's bed, free of the wastes that were emptied into the toilet the night before.
Calleigh found herself cuddled up in a bed of green sheets, and scented pillows, she smelled Tim everywhere, in the bed, on herself, in her hair, she couldn't comprehend the situation and felt like she was going insane.
And then Speed walked in with a huge, yet concerned smile on his face and handed her a cup of tea, mixed in with something he dubbed, 'the magic ingredient', she thanked him, didn't question his motives although inside she was burning with desire, for this man, who seemingly centered around her in her time of need.
And that was probably the most attractive thing about him.
*Cry when you cry, run when you run
Love when you love represent the ashes
that you leave behind And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder
Man you're seeing that you're sinking over time*
The car slowly began to plow through the causeway, Calleigh was determined, and finally a little fog lifted, rethinking back to that morning, she figured it was probably the best time of her life.
It seemed pretty corny but it was true. She drank the tea, and thanked him. He didn't say one word to her about her state of mind or how she succumbed to her father's habits, the same ones she judged him for.
He hadn't called her a hypocrite or yelled at her, knowing, without asking, that this was the most sensitive time for her, and that meant for Calleigh, that her well being was important to Tim.
And that in itself was a miracle for Calleigh.
One of the reasons she knew she'd miss Janet, was plainly because she cared and Calleigh didn't remember the last time some one had.
Janet was everything to her, and although they didn't display how deep their friendship went, both woman knew that it was a soul mate kind of thing, having that pulled from right under your feet wasn't a pleasant feeling but having some one there definitely was.
Taking a deep breath Calleigh tried to concentrate on the road, but knew that now that she'd let herself think these thoughts, there was no stopping them.
Their relationship had been a sweet secret attribute to a friendship.
Friends with benefits, as Speed liked to call it, after whatever they had done, that screamed, 'more than friendship'.
Calleigh tried to be happy, and at first her attempts weren't futile, but the aftermath of Janet's death, had always marked the start of their relationship, and that wasn't a lucky beginning.
However, when that look crossed Tim's eyes, at random hours of the day, and night.
After dinner, before bed, during lunch hour, while processing a crime scene, or waking up in the morning next to each other; that look meant the world to Calleigh, so much that she didn't quite know how to explain it.
And what was conveyed beneath it, even though he could melt her right there on the spot with one of his looks.
Sometimes Calleigh wondered if he loved her, but decided to avoid that question, fearing whatever the answer was she wouldn't like it, especially if her answer was the same.
" I do love Speed." Calleigh mumbled to herself before pressing the gas pedal, and breaking about 15 traffic laws.
*I'm not angry it's never been enough
It gets inside and it tears you up
I'm not angry but I've never been above it
You see through me don't you*
***
" Where's Cal?" Elisabeth asked initially when she saw Delko and Speed walk in simultaneously from opposite sides of the corridor into the DNA Lab.
Eric shrugged as he moved passed her, " Last I saw her in the parking lot." He added, and walked up to the last cabinet.
Meanwhile Speed gave her a semi smile and followed Eric to the same drawer.
" Okay, well, that doesn't answer my question." Elisabeth probed, and was a little startled when a deep voice behind her replied, " I hope this will. I think she went to see your boss."
Elisabeth spun around, so did both of the CSIs, equal looks of irritancy were exchanged between them when they realized that voice belonged to John Hagen.
However the emotion that was missing from Speed's expression was evident on Eric's.
Jealousy.
Elisabeth sent the two men a confused look before turning around to meet the sandy haired detective.
He flashed her a smile, and she folded her arms under her breasts incredulously.
" And who might you be?" she asked with a less than hospitable smile.
It wasn't malicious or on purpose, it just wasn't the time. She was dealing with way too much right now, to worry about some one else's feelings getting hurt.
John didn't seem to mind. Either he always got a bad first impression or he could see right through her.
It seemed like neither of those were plausible, so Elisabeth let it go without wondering further about this.
She just wanted to know where the hell Calleigh was, she couldn't take the tension in the room and Speed wasn't helping any.
" John Hagen, Homicide." He reached out to shake her hand, and Elisabeth reluctantly agreed, no harm right?
" Nice to meet you." She smiled back at him casually knowing he expected her to introduce herself and be smitten.
Hell no.
" Back atcha." He added, and then flashed a lucid grin to the guys behind her, Speed grunted and Eric didn't say anything or react in any way that indicated that he appreciated Hagen's presence at all.
" Okay, so what were you saying about Calleigh?" Elisabeth probed and John sent her a confused look, as to why the beautiful woman in front of her remained nameless.
" And what were you saying your name was?" John countered and Elisabeth smirked, " You, Detective, aren't much good at the perceptive part of your job are ya?" She teased, as she turned around and watched Eric reassemble the evidence with Speed's help.
They definitely looked a little estranged. Standing there, in the same room as this man was interrogating her, and they seemed oblivious.
Silently begging one of them for help, she was surprised when it came from Speed, " She's a lawyer John, be careful." He added with a smirk, forcing the detective beside Elisabeth to raise his eyebrows in suspicion at her.
" Lawyer?" He seemed impressed and Elisabeth liked to be acknowledge, but he just made himself out to be a little over the top.
" Yeah, new ADA." Elisabeth smiled, knowing it was driving him crazy not knowing her name.
Speed chuckled from across the room.
" I told you to be careful." He smirked and nudged Delko but it seemed as if his best friend completely zoned out.
Out of his free will too.
" I am careful." Hagen shot back and then flashed another blinding smile at Elisabeth.
" So are you going to tell me your name, or am I gonna have to investigate you?" He asked with a little smugness in tact and Speed murmured, " Smooth, very smooth."
" Shut up, I'm making progress here." The Homicide Detective added with sarcasm and Elisabeth chuckled at their banter.
As much fun as this was however, she didn't really want to increase the awkwardness factor between herself and Delko, and flirting with John Hagen, as tempting as that was, wasn't something that would benefit that.
" Oh alright. I wont keep you in suspense, I'm Elisabeth." She stuck her hand out again and he took it without hesitation.
" Once again, pleasure to meet you." Hagen winked at her, and her smile involuntarily widened.
" Oh don't worry, the pleasure's all mine." She gave him a once over and a flirtatious stroke of his arm.
This did not go unnoticed by the two men working across the table.
" You guys make me sick." Delko mumbled in all seriousness and escaped the confines of the DNA Lab before his hatred for the people inside grew even more.
Meanwhile John looked at his retrieving form and raised an eyebrow at Elisabeth.
" What's up with him?" He asked with genuine puzzlement.
" Oh nothing, ignore him." Elisabeth added bitterly.
" If you say so." Hagen complied, and Speed nearly snorted from the corniness of the exchange in front of him.
" What's the matter Speed, getting jealous?" Elisabeth teased and watched as Tim rolled his eyes.
" Hell no, but feel free to skip the fore playing part and go right at it on this table." He squeezed some liquid into the test tube; " Granted I'll never set foot in this lab, but some how I don't think you'll care." He added, and Elisabeth's smile fell.
She knew this was his way of letting her know that he had been neutral for as long as possible, but now he was very keenly on his best friend's side.
Well fine by her, Tim wasn't a friend anyway; John however, was a promising contender for the position, even if just for now.
" Whatever Speed, I need those results." She acknowledged, and then turned to John again, " So where is Calleigh again?"
" She's at Mia's." Hagen explained and although Tim tried very hard not to eavesdrop, he couldn't help it.
What the hell was she gonna do at Mia's.
It must've had something to do with Hank Kerner, and her testimony.
He hoped to God though, that even if they did eventually split up, that Calleigh wouldn't go back to the place he managed to pull her out of, because in all honesty, he didn't know if he had the strength to do it again.
" C'mon, I'll explain." Hagen decided to leave Speed alone to his thoughts by escorting Elisabeth out.
Tim didn't know whether to be thankful, or hate him.
After all, being left alone with his thoughts at this point was a little dangerous.
But John didn't know, and Tim couldn't blame him for it, though, he could blame himself.
He just hoped that the pain Calleigh was feeling would eventually pacify, otherwise there would be no telling what she could do…
Coming to terms with Janet's death had been tough on her all by it self and now with it resurfacing, so did old memories, that carried with them old habits, and the phrase 'old habits die hard' really applied here.
Tim took a seat at the stool Eric had vacated, and thought about his best friend.
Hoping to reach him some how before it was too late. Although Speed knew what he'd told Calleigh that morning about taking risks was true, it seemed as if this risk was worth taking.
Suddenly thinking about Eric and Liz's situation, it brought Tim into perspective of his own with Calleigh.
Maybe there was a slight chance that their relationship wasn't completely over, maybe…
Tim didn't feel so bitter any more.
*And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry, anymore*
TBC…
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Rating: R (later)
Pairing: Eric/OC, Speed/Calleigh
Summary: After the death of Janet Medrano (Body Count) Elisabeth Kaytlin is hired as the new ADA. Under the condoned guide of Horatio Caine's ex-wife, Mia Dayton, who also happens to be the DA for Miami, as her first assignment Kaytlin is forced to reopen a cold case, which also happens to be Eric Delko's first case with the Miami-Dade crime Lab.
Spoiler: Tinder Box, Body Count
A/N: I *need* to take a break from Cardboard Copy…and perhaps this is a feeble attempt for your entertainment, but I just need to write an Eric fic…he's so lovable…hope you like it. Note: direct mentions from episodes will be featured later.
***
Part 9- Angry
Eric made his way back to CSI and ran into Speed in the lounge.
They exchanged looks far colder and distant then either could remember and Speed spoke first, " You need to talk to her man." He advised passively, and Eric had the urge to snap at his negligence.
He didn't understand how he could say something so deep without sounding deep.
Yet it was probably a method of self-preservation, leading yourself to believe the shit you were going through wouldn't really fuck you up.
Eric looked at Speed for another second and then pressed his forehead against the window glass, just able to make out Calleigh in the distance, still in the same position as he'd left her a few minutes before.
Thinking Speed had gone, Delko murmured, " Yeah well so do you." However, Tim heard him and chose not to reply, slipping out of the waiting area before Delko could detect his presence.
Tim knew he had to talk to Calleigh, but didn't know how to come about it any more without his emotions getting the best of him, after all, he'd tried before and look where it left him.
Over stimulated and alone.
What a great combination of feelings and thoughts.
He knew it was probably his fault for instigating the conversation, turning out to be one incredible ass but honestly he didn't care whose fault it was.
All that mattered was that their relationship was slowly going down the drain and there wasn't enough substance to it, to make it survive, and Tim supposed that it was his fault for not realizing that earlier.
***
Calleigh looked at her watch and determined that she could still salvage the last bit of her late lunch hour by doing some work.
Opening her cell phone, she speed dialed John Hagen and confirmed that Mia was probably free today from the massive trial surrounding the prison break.
Calleigh fished her car keys out of her pocket and with promises to analyze a .45 caliber bullet for the detective later; she swiftly merged onto the causeway, twenty minutes away from City Hall.
As quickly as she made it out of the parking lot, she realized she was on the verge of tears, for reasons so obvious to her, she was surprised she could be able to hold it in for so long.
Things were going down hill, pretty fucked up for a relationship that prospered generously, starting with friendship.
Perhaps that was her and Speed's first mistake, attaching themselves, asking for more, never being satisfied with platonic relations. No, they had to go ahead and give into that feeling, and Calleigh forever regretted going head first into something so unstable.
It proved to be just that, with the turn of the last 24 hours. She didn't know how they were able to sustain the obvious animosity they held for each other, for so long.
Even if it wasn't hate, there were some feelings of resentment, and although Calleigh highly doubted that they were directing them correctly, and that she truly didn't like Tim, she couldn't bring herself up to thinking otherwise.
She was just plain angry, mad about the issues surrounding Janet's death, the guilt and the ties that bound them later.
Calleigh simply wanted her best friend to be alive again, and the fact that it would only be a wish, left her not only mad at Tim and herself, but angry at the world.
Calleigh remained in traffic. Bumper to bumper, the kind you would only see in movies, or over dramatized road rage videos.
In hopes of escaping from the ill silence poisoning the car, she turned on the radio, only to encounter another wake up call, in a form of a song.
*So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
Heavy on the memory, you need most
Still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
Not without affection, not alone*
Although the eerie silence was lifted nothing eased Calleigh's soul. It was apparent that before Speed came along, she was falling, falling from grace, so to speak.
She didn't care about much at all. Not her father's drunken binge, she hadn't spoken to him in a matter of weeks. Not about the funeral arrangements that The Medranos made for their daughter, and were going to ask Calleigh to speak, however, upon seeing her current state, Tim declined the invitation for her.
Stating that they should be happy if she made it to the service at all. The family had been supportive of her grief, but had their own to deal with, so when Calleigh didn't make it to the funeral they weren't surprised, although some people were.
To them, she'd said good-bye to their baby girl when she discovered her body in the dead heat of the midday in Miami, and for them that was enough, not to Calleigh though.
*And instead of wishing that it would get better
Man you're seeing that you just get angrier*
Nope, Calleigh wasn't satisfied at all with knowing that while she was in her darkest hour, Tim went along and made the biggest decision for her at that time. Not allowing her to pay her respects to the one person she now missed more than life itself.
She had fought her own demons while Tim took notice of the world around her. She didn't remember quite how it started, but she knew it had to do something with her bumping into him at the bar that night after she found Janet's body, with a .22 in her temple.
She drank herself into oblivion and the next morning woke up in Tim's bed, free of the wastes that were emptied into the toilet the night before.
Calleigh found herself cuddled up in a bed of green sheets, and scented pillows, she smelled Tim everywhere, in the bed, on herself, in her hair, she couldn't comprehend the situation and felt like she was going insane.
And then Speed walked in with a huge, yet concerned smile on his face and handed her a cup of tea, mixed in with something he dubbed, 'the magic ingredient', she thanked him, didn't question his motives although inside she was burning with desire, for this man, who seemingly centered around her in her time of need.
And that was probably the most attractive thing about him.
*Cry when you cry, run when you run
Love when you love represent the ashes
that you leave behind And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder
Man you're seeing that you're sinking over time*
The car slowly began to plow through the causeway, Calleigh was determined, and finally a little fog lifted, rethinking back to that morning, she figured it was probably the best time of her life.
It seemed pretty corny but it was true. She drank the tea, and thanked him. He didn't say one word to her about her state of mind or how she succumbed to her father's habits, the same ones she judged him for.
He hadn't called her a hypocrite or yelled at her, knowing, without asking, that this was the most sensitive time for her, and that meant for Calleigh, that her well being was important to Tim.
And that in itself was a miracle for Calleigh.
One of the reasons she knew she'd miss Janet, was plainly because she cared and Calleigh didn't remember the last time some one had.
Janet was everything to her, and although they didn't display how deep their friendship went, both woman knew that it was a soul mate kind of thing, having that pulled from right under your feet wasn't a pleasant feeling but having some one there definitely was.
Taking a deep breath Calleigh tried to concentrate on the road, but knew that now that she'd let herself think these thoughts, there was no stopping them.
Their relationship had been a sweet secret attribute to a friendship.
Friends with benefits, as Speed liked to call it, after whatever they had done, that screamed, 'more than friendship'.
Calleigh tried to be happy, and at first her attempts weren't futile, but the aftermath of Janet's death, had always marked the start of their relationship, and that wasn't a lucky beginning.
However, when that look crossed Tim's eyes, at random hours of the day, and night.
After dinner, before bed, during lunch hour, while processing a crime scene, or waking up in the morning next to each other; that look meant the world to Calleigh, so much that she didn't quite know how to explain it.
And what was conveyed beneath it, even though he could melt her right there on the spot with one of his looks.
Sometimes Calleigh wondered if he loved her, but decided to avoid that question, fearing whatever the answer was she wouldn't like it, especially if her answer was the same.
" I do love Speed." Calleigh mumbled to herself before pressing the gas pedal, and breaking about 15 traffic laws.
*I'm not angry it's never been enough
It gets inside and it tears you up
I'm not angry but I've never been above it
You see through me don't you*
***
" Where's Cal?" Elisabeth asked initially when she saw Delko and Speed walk in simultaneously from opposite sides of the corridor into the DNA Lab.
Eric shrugged as he moved passed her, " Last I saw her in the parking lot." He added, and walked up to the last cabinet.
Meanwhile Speed gave her a semi smile and followed Eric to the same drawer.
" Okay, well, that doesn't answer my question." Elisabeth probed, and was a little startled when a deep voice behind her replied, " I hope this will. I think she went to see your boss."
Elisabeth spun around, so did both of the CSIs, equal looks of irritancy were exchanged between them when they realized that voice belonged to John Hagen.
However the emotion that was missing from Speed's expression was evident on Eric's.
Jealousy.
Elisabeth sent the two men a confused look before turning around to meet the sandy haired detective.
He flashed her a smile, and she folded her arms under her breasts incredulously.
" And who might you be?" she asked with a less than hospitable smile.
It wasn't malicious or on purpose, it just wasn't the time. She was dealing with way too much right now, to worry about some one else's feelings getting hurt.
John didn't seem to mind. Either he always got a bad first impression or he could see right through her.
It seemed like neither of those were plausible, so Elisabeth let it go without wondering further about this.
She just wanted to know where the hell Calleigh was, she couldn't take the tension in the room and Speed wasn't helping any.
" John Hagen, Homicide." He reached out to shake her hand, and Elisabeth reluctantly agreed, no harm right?
" Nice to meet you." She smiled back at him casually knowing he expected her to introduce herself and be smitten.
Hell no.
" Back atcha." He added, and then flashed a lucid grin to the guys behind her, Speed grunted and Eric didn't say anything or react in any way that indicated that he appreciated Hagen's presence at all.
" Okay, so what were you saying about Calleigh?" Elisabeth probed and John sent her a confused look, as to why the beautiful woman in front of her remained nameless.
" And what were you saying your name was?" John countered and Elisabeth smirked, " You, Detective, aren't much good at the perceptive part of your job are ya?" She teased, as she turned around and watched Eric reassemble the evidence with Speed's help.
They definitely looked a little estranged. Standing there, in the same room as this man was interrogating her, and they seemed oblivious.
Silently begging one of them for help, she was surprised when it came from Speed, " She's a lawyer John, be careful." He added with a smirk, forcing the detective beside Elisabeth to raise his eyebrows in suspicion at her.
" Lawyer?" He seemed impressed and Elisabeth liked to be acknowledge, but he just made himself out to be a little over the top.
" Yeah, new ADA." Elisabeth smiled, knowing it was driving him crazy not knowing her name.
Speed chuckled from across the room.
" I told you to be careful." He smirked and nudged Delko but it seemed as if his best friend completely zoned out.
Out of his free will too.
" I am careful." Hagen shot back and then flashed another blinding smile at Elisabeth.
" So are you going to tell me your name, or am I gonna have to investigate you?" He asked with a little smugness in tact and Speed murmured, " Smooth, very smooth."
" Shut up, I'm making progress here." The Homicide Detective added with sarcasm and Elisabeth chuckled at their banter.
As much fun as this was however, she didn't really want to increase the awkwardness factor between herself and Delko, and flirting with John Hagen, as tempting as that was, wasn't something that would benefit that.
" Oh alright. I wont keep you in suspense, I'm Elisabeth." She stuck her hand out again and he took it without hesitation.
" Once again, pleasure to meet you." Hagen winked at her, and her smile involuntarily widened.
" Oh don't worry, the pleasure's all mine." She gave him a once over and a flirtatious stroke of his arm.
This did not go unnoticed by the two men working across the table.
" You guys make me sick." Delko mumbled in all seriousness and escaped the confines of the DNA Lab before his hatred for the people inside grew even more.
Meanwhile John looked at his retrieving form and raised an eyebrow at Elisabeth.
" What's up with him?" He asked with genuine puzzlement.
" Oh nothing, ignore him." Elisabeth added bitterly.
" If you say so." Hagen complied, and Speed nearly snorted from the corniness of the exchange in front of him.
" What's the matter Speed, getting jealous?" Elisabeth teased and watched as Tim rolled his eyes.
" Hell no, but feel free to skip the fore playing part and go right at it on this table." He squeezed some liquid into the test tube; " Granted I'll never set foot in this lab, but some how I don't think you'll care." He added, and Elisabeth's smile fell.
She knew this was his way of letting her know that he had been neutral for as long as possible, but now he was very keenly on his best friend's side.
Well fine by her, Tim wasn't a friend anyway; John however, was a promising contender for the position, even if just for now.
" Whatever Speed, I need those results." She acknowledged, and then turned to John again, " So where is Calleigh again?"
" She's at Mia's." Hagen explained and although Tim tried very hard not to eavesdrop, he couldn't help it.
What the hell was she gonna do at Mia's.
It must've had something to do with Hank Kerner, and her testimony.
He hoped to God though, that even if they did eventually split up, that Calleigh wouldn't go back to the place he managed to pull her out of, because in all honesty, he didn't know if he had the strength to do it again.
" C'mon, I'll explain." Hagen decided to leave Speed alone to his thoughts by escorting Elisabeth out.
Tim didn't know whether to be thankful, or hate him.
After all, being left alone with his thoughts at this point was a little dangerous.
But John didn't know, and Tim couldn't blame him for it, though, he could blame himself.
He just hoped that the pain Calleigh was feeling would eventually pacify, otherwise there would be no telling what she could do…
Coming to terms with Janet's death had been tough on her all by it self and now with it resurfacing, so did old memories, that carried with them old habits, and the phrase 'old habits die hard' really applied here.
Tim took a seat at the stool Eric had vacated, and thought about his best friend.
Hoping to reach him some how before it was too late. Although Speed knew what he'd told Calleigh that morning about taking risks was true, it seemed as if this risk was worth taking.
Suddenly thinking about Eric and Liz's situation, it brought Tim into perspective of his own with Calleigh.
Maybe there was a slight chance that their relationship wasn't completely over, maybe…
Tim didn't feel so bitter any more.
*And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry, anymore*
TBC…