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. And I bet you thought after the last couple of chapters that I was going for an Eric/Calleigh thing, didn't ya?
Rating - PG for now, there's a little boy involved.
Summary - Sometimes, what starts out as a simple day can change your life dramatically.
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"Mr. Norris, we have a significant amount of evidence that clearly links your client to this homicide," Horatio took control of the room, tossing the evidence file across the table to the public defender.
"Mr. Sequina is prepared to make a deal, Lieutenant."
"No deals. We have Roberto dead to rights."
The PD was undeterred. "Mr. Sequina is prepared to offer evidence against some of his 'colleagues' in exchange for a reduced charge."
"What kind of evidence, Mr. Norris?" Tripp asked.
"Mr. Sequina could give you an entire gun-running ring."
Horatio grunted. "That would make Roberto a very unpopular boy, wouldn't it?"
"It would, that's why we would also ask that you transfer Mr. Sequina to a prison outside the state of Florida."
"Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?"
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Hours later, Tim and Jennifer stood in Benjamin's bedroom at the Korte home. Ben was dictating which toys stayed and which toys were going to Tim and Jennifer's house. With one hand, Jennifer was placing some of Ben's clothes into a suitcase she'd found in his parent's bedroom.
Jennifer chuckled quietly when she heard Tim say, "Ben, we CAN come back tomorrow. Not EVERYTHING has to come with us tonight." Yeah right, she thought, try telling that to a four year old.
Jennifer stopped what she was doing when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door to a well-dressed Naval officer. He took off his cap and extended his hand to Jennifer. "Miss. Hagen?"
"Yes?" she said curiously.
"I'm Commander Aaron Daniels, a JAG here on base, that's an attorney."
She held up a hand to stop him, "My father was a Marine Colonel, Commander, I'm familiar with the term."
"Yes, Ma'am, may I come in?"
"Sure," she said, stepping to the side, "It's not my house."
"Miss Hagen," he turned to find Tim standing in the doorway with Ben, curious expressions set on both their faces. "Mr. Speedle?" he extended his hand to Tim, "I'm Commander Aaron Daniels, an attorney on base. I have the paperwork naming you legal guardians to Ben."
"How did you know we were here, Commander?" Jennifer asked.
"Sheer dumb luck," the Commander admitted. "I live just down the street, and on my way home, I noticed your Jeep in the driveway. I took a chance. Shall we?" Daniels motioned to the dining room table. He crossed the room and opened his briefcase, taking out several files.
"According to Major Korte's wishes, I have prepared the paperwork to appoint you and Mr. Speedle legal guardians of the minor Benjamin David Korte."
"That's me," Ben said proudly as he climbed into Tim's lap.
"I'm sure you must think this is odd, Commander. You do realize that we've never met the Major."
"It's not my place to think anything, Miss Hagen," he smiled as he sorted through papers in a file marked "Korte." "The Major clearly trusts you, and therefore, so do I."
"Okay," Jennifer nodded and began signing the documents placed before her, passing each one to Tim when she was finished.
When they were finished, the Commander said his goodbyes and left quickly. Tim loaded Ben's toys and suitcase into the truck. Jennifer locked up the house and loaded Ben into the seat. "We need to go buy one of these," Tim said, "I promised Alexx I'd bring this one back to her."
"Okay, we should probably get some kid friendly food anyway."
"Corndogs!" Ben shouted from the backseat, "and macaroni!"
"Corndogs and macaroni it is, sport," Tim said as he put the truck into gear and pulled out of the driveway.
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"I still don't understand how Julio accelerated the vehicle after he was shot," Calleigh rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.
"After he was shot, he tensed up all the muscles in his body, causing his foot to press down on the accelerator," Alexx answered, then took a sip of her coffee.
"Well, that's just the strangest thing I've ever heard!" Calleigh exclaimed.
"Strange, but true," Horatio said from the doorway, startling both women.
Calleigh offered him a gentle smile and said, "Roberto roll over on his buddies yet?"
Horatio returned the smile brightly. "He's going to keep vice very busy for weeks."
"Just seems a shame, you know? Guy pops Julio, inadvertently killing two other people, and he gets a slap on the wrist."
"Murder 2 isn't exactly a slap on the wrist, Cal."
"It's not exactly life without the possibility of parole, either, Horatio."
Alexx stood and pushed her chair back to the table. "Well, guys, this has been fun, but I have two babies at home I'd like to see before they turn eighteen. Night ya'll."
"Night, Alexx."
Horatio crossed the room and sat down next to Calleigh on the lounge sofa. "You okay?" The harmless flirtation they'd participated in for years had taken a more serious turn in the past few months, and Horatio unconsciously stroked her arm.
"I just keep thinking about Ben. He's so little, and he's already lost so much."
Horatio reached up and tenderly wiped the tear that was sliding down her cheek. "That little boy has touched us all deeply, especially Speed and Jennifer. We'll all keep tabs on him, long after he's gone home with his father."
"You're right," Calleigh said quietly, wiping the tears now streaming down her face with the back of her hand.
"I'm always right," he joked, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Calleigh rolled her eyes. "Oh, dear Lord, stop him now, please," she begged sarcastically, her hands folded to heaven.
"Have you eaten yet? I ask because I know in all the commotion today, I haven't."
"Food," Calleigh said thoughtfully. "I vaguely remember food. Let's go."
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. And I bet you thought after the last couple of chapters that I was going for an Eric/Calleigh thing, didn't ya?
Rating - PG for now, there's a little boy involved.
Summary - Sometimes, what starts out as a simple day can change your life dramatically.
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"Mr. Norris, we have a significant amount of evidence that clearly links your client to this homicide," Horatio took control of the room, tossing the evidence file across the table to the public defender.
"Mr. Sequina is prepared to make a deal, Lieutenant."
"No deals. We have Roberto dead to rights."
The PD was undeterred. "Mr. Sequina is prepared to offer evidence against some of his 'colleagues' in exchange for a reduced charge."
"What kind of evidence, Mr. Norris?" Tripp asked.
"Mr. Sequina could give you an entire gun-running ring."
Horatio grunted. "That would make Roberto a very unpopular boy, wouldn't it?"
"It would, that's why we would also ask that you transfer Mr. Sequina to a prison outside the state of Florida."
"Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?"
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Hours later, Tim and Jennifer stood in Benjamin's bedroom at the Korte home. Ben was dictating which toys stayed and which toys were going to Tim and Jennifer's house. With one hand, Jennifer was placing some of Ben's clothes into a suitcase she'd found in his parent's bedroom.
Jennifer chuckled quietly when she heard Tim say, "Ben, we CAN come back tomorrow. Not EVERYTHING has to come with us tonight." Yeah right, she thought, try telling that to a four year old.
Jennifer stopped what she was doing when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door to a well-dressed Naval officer. He took off his cap and extended his hand to Jennifer. "Miss. Hagen?"
"Yes?" she said curiously.
"I'm Commander Aaron Daniels, a JAG here on base, that's an attorney."
She held up a hand to stop him, "My father was a Marine Colonel, Commander, I'm familiar with the term."
"Yes, Ma'am, may I come in?"
"Sure," she said, stepping to the side, "It's not my house."
"Miss Hagen," he turned to find Tim standing in the doorway with Ben, curious expressions set on both their faces. "Mr. Speedle?" he extended his hand to Tim, "I'm Commander Aaron Daniels, an attorney on base. I have the paperwork naming you legal guardians to Ben."
"How did you know we were here, Commander?" Jennifer asked.
"Sheer dumb luck," the Commander admitted. "I live just down the street, and on my way home, I noticed your Jeep in the driveway. I took a chance. Shall we?" Daniels motioned to the dining room table. He crossed the room and opened his briefcase, taking out several files.
"According to Major Korte's wishes, I have prepared the paperwork to appoint you and Mr. Speedle legal guardians of the minor Benjamin David Korte."
"That's me," Ben said proudly as he climbed into Tim's lap.
"I'm sure you must think this is odd, Commander. You do realize that we've never met the Major."
"It's not my place to think anything, Miss Hagen," he smiled as he sorted through papers in a file marked "Korte." "The Major clearly trusts you, and therefore, so do I."
"Okay," Jennifer nodded and began signing the documents placed before her, passing each one to Tim when she was finished.
When they were finished, the Commander said his goodbyes and left quickly. Tim loaded Ben's toys and suitcase into the truck. Jennifer locked up the house and loaded Ben into the seat. "We need to go buy one of these," Tim said, "I promised Alexx I'd bring this one back to her."
"Okay, we should probably get some kid friendly food anyway."
"Corndogs!" Ben shouted from the backseat, "and macaroni!"
"Corndogs and macaroni it is, sport," Tim said as he put the truck into gear and pulled out of the driveway.
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"I still don't understand how Julio accelerated the vehicle after he was shot," Calleigh rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.
"After he was shot, he tensed up all the muscles in his body, causing his foot to press down on the accelerator," Alexx answered, then took a sip of her coffee.
"Well, that's just the strangest thing I've ever heard!" Calleigh exclaimed.
"Strange, but true," Horatio said from the doorway, startling both women.
Calleigh offered him a gentle smile and said, "Roberto roll over on his buddies yet?"
Horatio returned the smile brightly. "He's going to keep vice very busy for weeks."
"Just seems a shame, you know? Guy pops Julio, inadvertently killing two other people, and he gets a slap on the wrist."
"Murder 2 isn't exactly a slap on the wrist, Cal."
"It's not exactly life without the possibility of parole, either, Horatio."
Alexx stood and pushed her chair back to the table. "Well, guys, this has been fun, but I have two babies at home I'd like to see before they turn eighteen. Night ya'll."
"Night, Alexx."
Horatio crossed the room and sat down next to Calleigh on the lounge sofa. "You okay?" The harmless flirtation they'd participated in for years had taken a more serious turn in the past few months, and Horatio unconsciously stroked her arm.
"I just keep thinking about Ben. He's so little, and he's already lost so much."
Horatio reached up and tenderly wiped the tear that was sliding down her cheek. "That little boy has touched us all deeply, especially Speed and Jennifer. We'll all keep tabs on him, long after he's gone home with his father."
"You're right," Calleigh said quietly, wiping the tears now streaming down her face with the back of her hand.
"I'm always right," he joked, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Calleigh rolled her eyes. "Oh, dear Lord, stop him now, please," she begged sarcastically, her hands folded to heaven.
"Have you eaten yet? I ask because I know in all the commotion today, I haven't."
"Food," Calleigh said thoughtfully. "I vaguely remember food. Let's go."
TBC.