Disclaimer - I don't own any of these characters, including Tim Speedle,
but hey a girl can dream, can't she?
Pairings - Since I personally can't picture Speed with any of the women on the show, I had to create one just for him.
Rating - PG for now, there's a little boy involved.
Summary - Sometimes, what starts out as a simple day can change your life dramatically.
Tim Speedle stood next to Jennifer Hagen, folding the laundry they'd just taken out of a dryer at Deaton's Laundromat. The washer in their apartment had busted two weeks earlier, and Tim and Jennifer hadn't found time to have it repaired.
Tim watched her folding the laundry and was amazed how beautiful Jennifer could look, performing the simplest of tasks. Her honey brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was wearing her favorite baby blue Juicy Couture velour outfit. The hooded jacket was unzipped just enough to reveal a white tank top that was driving Tim insane. When Jennifer looked up and caught Tim grinning at her, she threw a towel at him.
"One of us has to take the day off and get that washing machine repaired, Tim," she said.
"You don't enjoy coming to the Laundromat?" he quipped.
"I can think of a thousand other things I'd rather be doing today."
"Such as?"
Jennifer cocked her head to one side and smirked as the plucked a sexy black nightgown from the laundry basket and held it up to her. "Does this give you any ideas, Detective?" she said suggestively.
Tim laughed and pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. "I'm going to go borrow a phone book and call a repairman."
"You do that," she said sarcastically, throwing the nightie back into the basket and turning to the pile of laundry waiting to be folded.
Tim crossed the large room and asked the laundry attendant for a phone book. He flipped the bulky volume open to the yellow pages and began scanning for repairmen. As he dialed, he heard a loud popping sound. Curious, he looked up and saw an older model yellow Cadillac barreling down the street, which dead-ended right in front of the Laundromat. He glanced over at Jennifer, who was already pulling out her cell phone. The car was running out of street and clearly gaining speed.
Tim dropped his cell phone and began screaming, "Everybody get away from the window! Now!"
He turned again toward Jennifer. She grabbed a little boy who'd been running around the store all morning and dove left, just as the car smashed through the plate glass window. Glass, chairs, laundry, plastic hampers, detergent and fabric softener were sent airborne as the car plowed through the rows of washing machines into the industrial size dryers at the back of the store.
Tim surveyed the damage around him as he stood up. It looked like a war zone. He heard the crackling of electrical cords that had been ripped from the walls. Smoke filled his lungs and he began to cough. He heard the groans of the store's injured patrons as he turned to the laundry attendant, who was staring open mouthed at the damage. He reached for the phone and dialed 911. "This is Tim Speedle with CSI," he said, the calm in his voice belying his heart pounding in his chest as he visually searched the room for Jennifer. "I'm at Deaton's laundry at the corner of Desert and Palm. A car just smashed through the window and we have multiple injuries. We need fire and rescue now."
TBC.
Pairings - Since I personally can't picture Speed with any of the women on the show, I had to create one just for him.
Rating - PG for now, there's a little boy involved.
Summary - Sometimes, what starts out as a simple day can change your life dramatically.
Tim Speedle stood next to Jennifer Hagen, folding the laundry they'd just taken out of a dryer at Deaton's Laundromat. The washer in their apartment had busted two weeks earlier, and Tim and Jennifer hadn't found time to have it repaired.
Tim watched her folding the laundry and was amazed how beautiful Jennifer could look, performing the simplest of tasks. Her honey brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was wearing her favorite baby blue Juicy Couture velour outfit. The hooded jacket was unzipped just enough to reveal a white tank top that was driving Tim insane. When Jennifer looked up and caught Tim grinning at her, she threw a towel at him.
"One of us has to take the day off and get that washing machine repaired, Tim," she said.
"You don't enjoy coming to the Laundromat?" he quipped.
"I can think of a thousand other things I'd rather be doing today."
"Such as?"
Jennifer cocked her head to one side and smirked as the plucked a sexy black nightgown from the laundry basket and held it up to her. "Does this give you any ideas, Detective?" she said suggestively.
Tim laughed and pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. "I'm going to go borrow a phone book and call a repairman."
"You do that," she said sarcastically, throwing the nightie back into the basket and turning to the pile of laundry waiting to be folded.
Tim crossed the large room and asked the laundry attendant for a phone book. He flipped the bulky volume open to the yellow pages and began scanning for repairmen. As he dialed, he heard a loud popping sound. Curious, he looked up and saw an older model yellow Cadillac barreling down the street, which dead-ended right in front of the Laundromat. He glanced over at Jennifer, who was already pulling out her cell phone. The car was running out of street and clearly gaining speed.
Tim dropped his cell phone and began screaming, "Everybody get away from the window! Now!"
He turned again toward Jennifer. She grabbed a little boy who'd been running around the store all morning and dove left, just as the car smashed through the plate glass window. Glass, chairs, laundry, plastic hampers, detergent and fabric softener were sent airborne as the car plowed through the rows of washing machines into the industrial size dryers at the back of the store.
Tim surveyed the damage around him as he stood up. It looked like a war zone. He heard the crackling of electrical cords that had been ripped from the walls. Smoke filled his lungs and he began to cough. He heard the groans of the store's injured patrons as he turned to the laundry attendant, who was staring open mouthed at the damage. He reached for the phone and dialed 911. "This is Tim Speedle with CSI," he said, the calm in his voice belying his heart pounding in his chest as he visually searched the room for Jennifer. "I'm at Deaton's laundry at the corner of Desert and Palm. A car just smashed through the window and we have multiple injuries. We need fire and rescue now."
TBC.