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. Please R&R - let me know how I'm doing with this!
"Jennifer!" He called out, his voice cracking. "Jennifer!"
"I'm right here, Tim, stop screaming," she said calmly as she lifted the young boy off the ground. Tim crawled over a displaced washing machine and looked her over from head to toe. She had a large gash on her forehead and seemed to be favoring her left arm. Her face and clothes were covered with soot and a fine white powder he assumed was detergent.
"Does anything hurt, sweetie?" she asked the boy, pushing his hair away from his face to check for lacerations. He shook his head no. "Okay, can you stay right here for me? This nice man and I are going to go find your Mommy. What's her name?"
"Maria," he answered quietly.
Tim grabbed a sock from a pile of laundry that was now on the floor and pressed it to Jennifer's forehead. "You need to keep this on that cut, Jen."
"Yeah," she said, her hand covering his. In the distance, they could hear the sound of sirens. "Calvary's on its way," Jennifer said. "I'll look around for the mother, you check on the driver."
Tim nodded and turned away from her, heading to the car. He could see out of the corner of his eye Jennifer stopping at each person she found, some standing, some still lying on the ground. She assured each that help was on the way.
Four uniformed officers arrived on the scene first and Jennifer began immediately giving out orders. "Sam, Mike, start getting everyone's who is not injured out of here and start taking statements. Julie, Gus, I need some help figuring out who is who in here and what their injuries are."
"Yes, Ma'am," they all replied, respecting that Jennifer, as a detective, was currently the ranking officer at the scene.
"What have you got, Tim?" she said quietly, crossing over to where Tim stood examining the driver.
"This guy's dead. I've got what looks like an entrance wound here at the left temple. That may explain the bang we heard."
"Shouldn't he have let off the gas after he was shot?"
"I don't know. We'll figure it out, though. How's your arm?"
"It hurts."
"You're going to have it looked at when the paramedics get here." It wasn't a question, but Jennifer rolled her eyes and answered anyway.
"Eventually. I'm fine compared to some of these people."
"Have you found Maria yet?"
Jennifer glanced over at the little boy, who was still sitting on top of the table Jennifer had set him on. She leaned in close to Tim's ear. "There's a young woman over there," pointing discreetly to an area that had been in the car's path. "She has similar facial features to our little boy. Looks like she was run over. I checked for a pulse, but didn't find one."
"Man," Speed took a deep breath. "You gonna get him out of here?"
She nodded. "Paramedics just arrived. I'm going to take him outside and let them look him over."
"Get that cut butterflied while you're out there."
She said nothing in reply and crossed to where the little boy was sitting. "Hey, sweetie. My name's Jennifer, what's your name?"
"Ben," he said meekly as he began to cry.
"Ben, some friends of mine are outside. They're paramedics. Do you what that is?" The little boy shook his head no. "Paramedics take care of people when they are sick or hurt. They drive a cool truck and have lots of tools." The boy's eyes brightened and she continued, "Would you like to see their truck?" He nodded yes. She picked him up gingerly and began carrying him out of the Laundromat toward the ambulances.
"Speed?"
Tim had been so caught up watching Jennifer with the little boy, he failed to notice his boss Horatio had joined them at the scene. He snapped his head sharply to his right and said, "Hey, H. I didn't see you there."
"She okay?" Horatio nodded in Jennifer's direction.
"Laceration to the forehead and an injured left arm."
"Mmm. You?"
Tim shrugged. "I'm fine. I was over there when it happened." He motioned to the far left side of the room, near the attendant station.
"How many bodies so far?"
"Three, including the driver. We think that this woman," he directed Horatio over to where the woman they believed was Maria lay, "may be little Ben's mother."
"And the third body?"
The two men made their way back to the Cadillac, and Tim pointed at an arm visible from underneath the wreckage. "I felt for a pulse, didn't come up with one."
"Serious injuries?"
"Jen said there's four. Several broken bones, head contusions, lacerations, and you can see the paramedics working on that guy." Speed nodded in the direction of a young man trapped between several rows of industrial washing machines. "Other injuries were minor."
"Okay, what happened, Speed?"
"Well," he began, but was cut off.
"Christ!" the CSI's turned their attention to the man standing near what remained of the plate glass window. "Was Jennifer here with you?"
Tim ignored the feelings bubbling up in him and answered calmly. "Yeah, John, she's out at the ambulances with a little boy."
"Is she hurt?" Hagen demanded.
"She's got a cut on her head and she hurt her arm. Other than that, she's fine. And John," he added with very little tact, "don't upset the kid."
John looked disgusted and waved Tim off as he turned and began checking ambulances for his sister.
Tim and Horatio gave each other a knowing glance and Speed continued, "I was making a call when I heard what could possibly have been a gunshot. The sound came from that direction," he said, pointing up the street. "I looked up, saw the car coming down the road at a high rate of speed, yelled at everyone to get away from the window, the car smashed into the building, and stopped right there," he pointed to the wall of dryers.
"Gunshot?"
"Jennifer sent two of the uniforms up the street already."
"Okay, the team is on the way, Speed. In the meantime, I'm going to go grab a kit." Horatio patted Speed on the shoulder and made his way out to the street.
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. Please R&R - let me know how I'm doing with this!
"Jennifer!" He called out, his voice cracking. "Jennifer!"
"I'm right here, Tim, stop screaming," she said calmly as she lifted the young boy off the ground. Tim crawled over a displaced washing machine and looked her over from head to toe. She had a large gash on her forehead and seemed to be favoring her left arm. Her face and clothes were covered with soot and a fine white powder he assumed was detergent.
"Does anything hurt, sweetie?" she asked the boy, pushing his hair away from his face to check for lacerations. He shook his head no. "Okay, can you stay right here for me? This nice man and I are going to go find your Mommy. What's her name?"
"Maria," he answered quietly.
Tim grabbed a sock from a pile of laundry that was now on the floor and pressed it to Jennifer's forehead. "You need to keep this on that cut, Jen."
"Yeah," she said, her hand covering his. In the distance, they could hear the sound of sirens. "Calvary's on its way," Jennifer said. "I'll look around for the mother, you check on the driver."
Tim nodded and turned away from her, heading to the car. He could see out of the corner of his eye Jennifer stopping at each person she found, some standing, some still lying on the ground. She assured each that help was on the way.
Four uniformed officers arrived on the scene first and Jennifer began immediately giving out orders. "Sam, Mike, start getting everyone's who is not injured out of here and start taking statements. Julie, Gus, I need some help figuring out who is who in here and what their injuries are."
"Yes, Ma'am," they all replied, respecting that Jennifer, as a detective, was currently the ranking officer at the scene.
"What have you got, Tim?" she said quietly, crossing over to where Tim stood examining the driver.
"This guy's dead. I've got what looks like an entrance wound here at the left temple. That may explain the bang we heard."
"Shouldn't he have let off the gas after he was shot?"
"I don't know. We'll figure it out, though. How's your arm?"
"It hurts."
"You're going to have it looked at when the paramedics get here." It wasn't a question, but Jennifer rolled her eyes and answered anyway.
"Eventually. I'm fine compared to some of these people."
"Have you found Maria yet?"
Jennifer glanced over at the little boy, who was still sitting on top of the table Jennifer had set him on. She leaned in close to Tim's ear. "There's a young woman over there," pointing discreetly to an area that had been in the car's path. "She has similar facial features to our little boy. Looks like she was run over. I checked for a pulse, but didn't find one."
"Man," Speed took a deep breath. "You gonna get him out of here?"
She nodded. "Paramedics just arrived. I'm going to take him outside and let them look him over."
"Get that cut butterflied while you're out there."
She said nothing in reply and crossed to where the little boy was sitting. "Hey, sweetie. My name's Jennifer, what's your name?"
"Ben," he said meekly as he began to cry.
"Ben, some friends of mine are outside. They're paramedics. Do you what that is?" The little boy shook his head no. "Paramedics take care of people when they are sick or hurt. They drive a cool truck and have lots of tools." The boy's eyes brightened and she continued, "Would you like to see their truck?" He nodded yes. She picked him up gingerly and began carrying him out of the Laundromat toward the ambulances.
"Speed?"
Tim had been so caught up watching Jennifer with the little boy, he failed to notice his boss Horatio had joined them at the scene. He snapped his head sharply to his right and said, "Hey, H. I didn't see you there."
"She okay?" Horatio nodded in Jennifer's direction.
"Laceration to the forehead and an injured left arm."
"Mmm. You?"
Tim shrugged. "I'm fine. I was over there when it happened." He motioned to the far left side of the room, near the attendant station.
"How many bodies so far?"
"Three, including the driver. We think that this woman," he directed Horatio over to where the woman they believed was Maria lay, "may be little Ben's mother."
"And the third body?"
The two men made their way back to the Cadillac, and Tim pointed at an arm visible from underneath the wreckage. "I felt for a pulse, didn't come up with one."
"Serious injuries?"
"Jen said there's four. Several broken bones, head contusions, lacerations, and you can see the paramedics working on that guy." Speed nodded in the direction of a young man trapped between several rows of industrial washing machines. "Other injuries were minor."
"Okay, what happened, Speed?"
"Well," he began, but was cut off.
"Christ!" the CSI's turned their attention to the man standing near what remained of the plate glass window. "Was Jennifer here with you?"
Tim ignored the feelings bubbling up in him and answered calmly. "Yeah, John, she's out at the ambulances with a little boy."
"Is she hurt?" Hagen demanded.
"She's got a cut on her head and she hurt her arm. Other than that, she's fine. And John," he added with very little tact, "don't upset the kid."
John looked disgusted and waved Tim off as he turned and began checking ambulances for his sister.
Tim and Horatio gave each other a knowing glance and Speed continued, "I was making a call when I heard what could possibly have been a gunshot. The sound came from that direction," he said, pointing up the street. "I looked up, saw the car coming down the road at a high rate of speed, yelled at everyone to get away from the window, the car smashed into the building, and stopped right there," he pointed to the wall of dryers.
"Gunshot?"
"Jennifer sent two of the uniforms up the street already."
"Okay, the team is on the way, Speed. In the meantime, I'm going to go grab a kit." Horatio patted Speed on the shoulder and made his way out to the street.
TBC.