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. This chapter isn't terribly interesting, but it starts wrapping some stuff up.
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"Alexx." Horatio said smoothly as he entered the examination room where Alexx was bent over the body of the Cadillac driver. "What do we have?"
"Single gunshot wound to the left temple. Calleigh thinks it's a 9MM. She just took the bullet to ballistics. Had traces of cocaine in his system, multiple post-mortem contusions and injuries from the crash. No ID yet, Eric is running his prints through AFIS."
"What about the mother? Speed and Jennifer still have the son with them."
"Maria Korte was run over, but not by the car. She was crushed by one of the washing machines. Those things weigh half a ton - broke ribs on either side, punctured her lungs. Must have been pushed away when it impacted the car."
"Third victim?"
"Wallet says he's Nathaniel Benson, age 75. He was right in the path of the car and I couldn't figure out why he didn't get out of the way until Eric found this." She handed a small plastic device to Horatio.
"Hearing aid."
Alexx nodded. "How much you want to bet the battery in that thing is dead?" She looked down at Benson's crushed form. "Poor thing, you never heard what was coming, did you?"
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"Hey, Eric." Calleigh said sweetly as she entered one of the labs. "Got an ID yet?"
"Yep." He looked up from the table and grinned at her.
"Well." she paused for a moment to let him continue, but he only grinned. "Eric?"
"Yes, Calleigh."
"Who is the driver, smart ass?"
"What's in it for me?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder, "Shut up."
Eric mouthed an "Ow," and rubbed his shoulder. Feigning defeat, he handed Calleigh the file, "Julio Rodriquez, age 24. Rap sheet a mile long -gun- running, drugs, assault, B&E, you name it, he's apparently done it."
She flipped through the pages slowly, "Gangs or just an all-around bad seed?"
"Gangs. Julio was a well-known messenger boy."
"Messenger boy? That's interesting. I wonder what he was delivering when he was shot?"
Eric shrugged. "Interviews turn up anything?"
"We found three people who thought they could definitely ID the guy who shot Julio, but none of them could give us a name."
"We have a description?" He said curiously.
"Latino male, approximately 25 years of age, standing 5'8", last seen wearing a Dolphins ball cap, yellow windbreaker and jeans."
"Boy that gives a lot to go on."
"Well, then, we better get busy."
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"Miss Hagen?" the ER nurse said quietly, trying not to disturb Ben, who was curled up in Tim's lap asleep. "I think you're ready to go. I just need you to sign these forms."
Jennifer scribbled her signature three times and hopped off the bed.
"You've got a prescription for pain medicine if you need it, keep the arm in the sling for the next week, and change the bandage on your forehead as needed, and make sure you call your doctor for a follow-up visit."
"Thanks."
Tim stood awkwardly, picking dead weight up with him as he tried not to wake Ben. "Ready?"
"Ready," she smiled at him holding Ben and said thoughtfully, "You look good with one of those, Mr. Speedle."
"Thanks, it's definitely the fashion statement that I was going for," he said sarcastically.
She laughed and pulled the door to the ER lobby open, holding it for Tim with her good arm. As they reached the Cherokee, Tim dug car keys out of his pocket and gently placed Ben in the car seat. "He's out cold," Tim said as he buckled the seat belt around the little boy.
"He's had quite a day."
Tim opened the driver's side door and climbed in. "So have we." He stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the engine over. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Me too." She leaned across the console and kissed him softly.
Tim sighed and touched his forehead to hers. "I've never been that terrified in my life, Jen."
She pulled away and slumped in her seat. "I know."
"When I think about what could have happened.it could have been you."
"But, it wasn't, Tim." She reached her good hand across the console and squeezed his. "It wasn't."
"Yeah." Jennifer could see Tim clenching his jaw as he replied.
"Let's get back, find out what the guys know, okay?"
He didn't answer, but put the SUV into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.
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Calleigh's cell phone rang at her hip. "Dusquene," she answered quickly.
"Calleigh, Tripp. Patrol just spotted a kid three blocks over who matches our description."
"We'll be right there, Frank."
Calleigh disconnected and looked up at Eric. "We may have just gotten a big break," she said, relaying the information Frank had given her.
Eric nodded as they made their way to the Hummer. Three blocks over, they spotted the patrol cars and Frank's unmarked car at a convenience store. One of the patrol officers was patting the young man down. "Gun," the patrol officer said, pulling a pistol out of the back waistband of the suspect's pants. He handed the gun to Calleigh.
"9MM," she said to Frank, who nodded a reply.
"Read him his rights." Frank said smoothly, turning to Calleigh. "How long before we have a match?"
The officer began Mirandizing the suspect while Calleigh loaded the gun into an evidence bag. She smiled at Frank and said sweetly, "About an hour. You think you can entertain our guest until then?"
"I can think of lots of ways to entertain him," Frank said slyly, as he returned Calleigh's grin.
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. This chapter isn't terribly interesting, but it starts wrapping some stuff up.
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"Alexx." Horatio said smoothly as he entered the examination room where Alexx was bent over the body of the Cadillac driver. "What do we have?"
"Single gunshot wound to the left temple. Calleigh thinks it's a 9MM. She just took the bullet to ballistics. Had traces of cocaine in his system, multiple post-mortem contusions and injuries from the crash. No ID yet, Eric is running his prints through AFIS."
"What about the mother? Speed and Jennifer still have the son with them."
"Maria Korte was run over, but not by the car. She was crushed by one of the washing machines. Those things weigh half a ton - broke ribs on either side, punctured her lungs. Must have been pushed away when it impacted the car."
"Third victim?"
"Wallet says he's Nathaniel Benson, age 75. He was right in the path of the car and I couldn't figure out why he didn't get out of the way until Eric found this." She handed a small plastic device to Horatio.
"Hearing aid."
Alexx nodded. "How much you want to bet the battery in that thing is dead?" She looked down at Benson's crushed form. "Poor thing, you never heard what was coming, did you?"
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"Hey, Eric." Calleigh said sweetly as she entered one of the labs. "Got an ID yet?"
"Yep." He looked up from the table and grinned at her.
"Well." she paused for a moment to let him continue, but he only grinned. "Eric?"
"Yes, Calleigh."
"Who is the driver, smart ass?"
"What's in it for me?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder, "Shut up."
Eric mouthed an "Ow," and rubbed his shoulder. Feigning defeat, he handed Calleigh the file, "Julio Rodriquez, age 24. Rap sheet a mile long -gun- running, drugs, assault, B&E, you name it, he's apparently done it."
She flipped through the pages slowly, "Gangs or just an all-around bad seed?"
"Gangs. Julio was a well-known messenger boy."
"Messenger boy? That's interesting. I wonder what he was delivering when he was shot?"
Eric shrugged. "Interviews turn up anything?"
"We found three people who thought they could definitely ID the guy who shot Julio, but none of them could give us a name."
"We have a description?" He said curiously.
"Latino male, approximately 25 years of age, standing 5'8", last seen wearing a Dolphins ball cap, yellow windbreaker and jeans."
"Boy that gives a lot to go on."
"Well, then, we better get busy."
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"Miss Hagen?" the ER nurse said quietly, trying not to disturb Ben, who was curled up in Tim's lap asleep. "I think you're ready to go. I just need you to sign these forms."
Jennifer scribbled her signature three times and hopped off the bed.
"You've got a prescription for pain medicine if you need it, keep the arm in the sling for the next week, and change the bandage on your forehead as needed, and make sure you call your doctor for a follow-up visit."
"Thanks."
Tim stood awkwardly, picking dead weight up with him as he tried not to wake Ben. "Ready?"
"Ready," she smiled at him holding Ben and said thoughtfully, "You look good with one of those, Mr. Speedle."
"Thanks, it's definitely the fashion statement that I was going for," he said sarcastically.
She laughed and pulled the door to the ER lobby open, holding it for Tim with her good arm. As they reached the Cherokee, Tim dug car keys out of his pocket and gently placed Ben in the car seat. "He's out cold," Tim said as he buckled the seat belt around the little boy.
"He's had quite a day."
Tim opened the driver's side door and climbed in. "So have we." He stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the engine over. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Me too." She leaned across the console and kissed him softly.
Tim sighed and touched his forehead to hers. "I've never been that terrified in my life, Jen."
She pulled away and slumped in her seat. "I know."
"When I think about what could have happened.it could have been you."
"But, it wasn't, Tim." She reached her good hand across the console and squeezed his. "It wasn't."
"Yeah." Jennifer could see Tim clenching his jaw as he replied.
"Let's get back, find out what the guys know, okay?"
He didn't answer, but put the SUV into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.
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Calleigh's cell phone rang at her hip. "Dusquene," she answered quickly.
"Calleigh, Tripp. Patrol just spotted a kid three blocks over who matches our description."
"We'll be right there, Frank."
Calleigh disconnected and looked up at Eric. "We may have just gotten a big break," she said, relaying the information Frank had given her.
Eric nodded as they made their way to the Hummer. Three blocks over, they spotted the patrol cars and Frank's unmarked car at a convenience store. One of the patrol officers was patting the young man down. "Gun," the patrol officer said, pulling a pistol out of the back waistband of the suspect's pants. He handed the gun to Calleigh.
"9MM," she said to Frank, who nodded a reply.
"Read him his rights." Frank said smoothly, turning to Calleigh. "How long before we have a match?"
The officer began Mirandizing the suspect while Calleigh loaded the gun into an evidence bag. She smiled at Frank and said sweetly, "About an hour. You think you can entertain our guest until then?"
"I can think of lots of ways to entertain him," Frank said slyly, as he returned Calleigh's grin.
TBC.