Disclaimer - I don't own of these characters, including Tim Speedle, but
hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Rating - PG
Pairings - Tim & OC
Summary - for all of you who watched the pilot and wondered what exactly
happened to Timmy's mood between Cross Jurisdictions and the series
premiere.
This was not turning out to be a good day.
Tim Speedle was seated in the MDPD's conference room. His boss, Horatio Caine, was seated to his left. Across the table sat the head of detective division, James Homer, and the department's newest homicide detective, Jennifer Hagen.
Homer looked intensely between Speed and Jennifer as he said: "So, all we're asking here is if you can work together without any bloodshed."
Tim was staring a hole into the brunette sitting opposite him, but he didn't care. He was trying desperately to read her face; searching for her thoughts on the situation they found themselves in.
He realized he couldn't read her anymore. Damn. He finally answered. "I can work with Jennifer, if she can work with me".
Homer nodded and turned his attention to Jennifer. "Hagen?"
Jennifer sat with her hands folded in front of her, refusing to look at anyone in the room, especially Tim. "Fine." was her only response.
"Then we're all done here." Horatio replied. He knew Tim was suffering, but this meeting was unavoidable. Better to deal with it now, in private, than to find them in a "situation" at a crime scene. "You can both get back to work now."
Tim rose and quickly left the room without looking at anyone. "Speed." Had it been her voice, he would have continued walking.
"Yeah, H?"
"Are you sure you're okay with this? Working with her?" Horatio stood with his hands on his hips, head cocked to the side.
"I am absolutely one-hundred percent sure that I can deal with it, yes." Tim pumped his right hand to illustrate his certainty, knowing that he was absolutely one hundred percent lying to his boss.
"Okay, then." Horatio eyed his protégé suspiciously. "I'll try to keep you out of each other's way."
"I'd appreciate that," Speed said sarcastically.
Tim walked the length of the hallway and turned to go into the trace lab.
"Well, how did it go?" a thick southern drawl greeted him as he opened the lab door.
He glared at Calleigh, donned his lab coat and sat down at his microscope. "How did what go, Cal?"
"Tim." she said sharply, then noticed the pain in his eyes. "The meeting with Jennifer." Calleigh softened her tone as she crossed the room and took the seat next to Tim.
He knew someone would ask. He'd been preparing his answer.
"It went fine." He said, feigning interest in a loose thread on his lab coat.
"Fine?" Calleigh crossed her arms below her chest.
"Her words, not mine." He turned and looked at Calleigh again. "She said fine, I said fine. Everything's fine." He said, with a little too much emphasis on the last word.
"I don't believe you."
He sighed and shook his head. "I don't believe me either."
"She had her reasons, Tim." Calleigh eyed her friend cautiously, determining whether or not to proceed down this very dark path with him.
"I'm sure she did, Cal." He wondered how much longer this conversation would go on.
"Tim." she looked at him sympathetically.
"Cal, I've got a lot of work to do." he cut her off.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours before Calleigh finally backed down.
"Okay, I'll be in the ballistics lab if you need me." She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder before she stood and departed, leaving him with only his thoughts - the first of which was "Damn her."
Jennifer.
Tim was just as good at avoiding people as he was finding evidence. It had been months since he'd laid eyes on her, now here she was, waltzing back into his life as a homicide detective, meaning they'd be working together. He laughed to himself. "This should go real well."
This was not turning out to be a good day.
Tim Speedle was seated in the MDPD's conference room. His boss, Horatio Caine, was seated to his left. Across the table sat the head of detective division, James Homer, and the department's newest homicide detective, Jennifer Hagen.
Homer looked intensely between Speed and Jennifer as he said: "So, all we're asking here is if you can work together without any bloodshed."
Tim was staring a hole into the brunette sitting opposite him, but he didn't care. He was trying desperately to read her face; searching for her thoughts on the situation they found themselves in.
He realized he couldn't read her anymore. Damn. He finally answered. "I can work with Jennifer, if she can work with me".
Homer nodded and turned his attention to Jennifer. "Hagen?"
Jennifer sat with her hands folded in front of her, refusing to look at anyone in the room, especially Tim. "Fine." was her only response.
"Then we're all done here." Horatio replied. He knew Tim was suffering, but this meeting was unavoidable. Better to deal with it now, in private, than to find them in a "situation" at a crime scene. "You can both get back to work now."
Tim rose and quickly left the room without looking at anyone. "Speed." Had it been her voice, he would have continued walking.
"Yeah, H?"
"Are you sure you're okay with this? Working with her?" Horatio stood with his hands on his hips, head cocked to the side.
"I am absolutely one-hundred percent sure that I can deal with it, yes." Tim pumped his right hand to illustrate his certainty, knowing that he was absolutely one hundred percent lying to his boss.
"Okay, then." Horatio eyed his protégé suspiciously. "I'll try to keep you out of each other's way."
"I'd appreciate that," Speed said sarcastically.
Tim walked the length of the hallway and turned to go into the trace lab.
"Well, how did it go?" a thick southern drawl greeted him as he opened the lab door.
He glared at Calleigh, donned his lab coat and sat down at his microscope. "How did what go, Cal?"
"Tim." she said sharply, then noticed the pain in his eyes. "The meeting with Jennifer." Calleigh softened her tone as she crossed the room and took the seat next to Tim.
He knew someone would ask. He'd been preparing his answer.
"It went fine." He said, feigning interest in a loose thread on his lab coat.
"Fine?" Calleigh crossed her arms below her chest.
"Her words, not mine." He turned and looked at Calleigh again. "She said fine, I said fine. Everything's fine." He said, with a little too much emphasis on the last word.
"I don't believe you."
He sighed and shook his head. "I don't believe me either."
"She had her reasons, Tim." Calleigh eyed her friend cautiously, determining whether or not to proceed down this very dark path with him.
"I'm sure she did, Cal." He wondered how much longer this conversation would go on.
"Tim." she looked at him sympathetically.
"Cal, I've got a lot of work to do." he cut her off.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours before Calleigh finally backed down.
"Okay, I'll be in the ballistics lab if you need me." She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder before she stood and departed, leaving him with only his thoughts - the first of which was "Damn her."
Jennifer.
Tim was just as good at avoiding people as he was finding evidence. It had been months since he'd laid eyes on her, now here she was, waltzing back into his life as a homicide detective, meaning they'd be working together. He laughed to himself. "This should go real well."