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.
Spoilers - Grave Young Men
Rating - PG-13, maybe R later, I'm not sure.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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"I must be losing my mind," Tim Speedle thought as he slammed the door of his truck and crossed the parking lot to his son's daycare. All day he'd had the feeling that someone was watching him. Several times he'd noticed a black sedan out of the corner of his eye and could have sworn the car was following him.
He yanked open the front door and stepped inside. A young woman was sitting at the entry table, looked up at Tim and smiled. "Hi, Mr. Speedle. Let me go get Ben for you."
"Thanks," he muttered as she stepped away from the table. Moments later, Ben tore down the hallway, jacket and backpack in hand, and jumped into Tim's arms. "Hi Daddy!"
Tim placed a kiss on his son's blonde head. "Hey, Sport, how was your day?"
"Great," he said excitedly as Tim grabbed a stack of papers from Ben's teacher, Hannah. "I got to hold the goldfish while Miss Hannah cleaned the fish tank. Then, we had lunch. It was corndogs and chips. Then we had recess and Mikey fell off the.,"
Tim listened intently as Ben rattled off the day's events while he opened the front door and led Ben outside. As they crossed to Tim's truck, he looked up and noticed a black sedan sitting across the street from the school. "You're being paranoid, Speed," he thought as he loaded Ben into his booster seat.
"Daddy?" Ben asked, bringing Tim back to reality.
"Yeah?"
"Can I have some goldfish like we have at school?"
Tim started the truck and turned to face his son. "Tell you what, we'll talk to your mother about it when she gets home tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Ben said as he settled into his seat.
Tim put the truck in gear and pulled slowly out of the parking lot. He watched the black sedan, but it didn't follow. Heading to their house, Tim checked his rear-view mirror every few blocks, looking over and over for the car.
They arrived home and Tim let Ben in the house, placing his jacket and backpack on a peg by the door. He flipped through the stack of Ben's artwork and workbook pages he'd gotten from Miss Hannah before placing them on the counter. "Let's go get the mail," Tim said to Ben who raced him out the kitchen door.
"Bill, bill, Victoria's Secret catalog," Tim smiled at the thought as he sorted through the mail. A plain white envelope caught his eye. There was no return address; his name and address were typed in the middle of the envelope. Tearing the envelope open, he found it contained a picture. He recognized the scene immediately. He and Jennifer had taken Ben to the park over the weekend. They'd taken a picnic lunch and this picture had been snapped as Jennifer leaned over to kiss Tim. Jennifer's face was scratched out. Tim felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he turned the picture over. On a plain white label were the words - "You're mine, Tim, not hers."
His heart sank. He took a deep breath and looked around. The black sedan was parked six houses up on the right side of the street. Tim grabbed Ben's shoulder and began pushing the five-year old toward the house. "Ben, go inside, now!" he barked as Ben began to whimper quietly. Tim grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and dialed 911.
"This is CSI Tim Speedle. I need to report a suspicious vehicle in my neighborhood. Car's been following me all day. It's parked six houses up on the right, towards Delaney Street. Black sedan, possibly a Mercedes. Please call Jennifer Speedle and Horatio Caine and have them sent to this address immediately."
Tim listened for a moment as the dispatcher relayed the information through the radio system. He disconnected the line and turned to Ben, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking up at Tim with big, scared blue eyes.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," he said as he began to cry softly.
Tim sank down on the floor next to him. "For what, son?"
"I made you mad," he said sadly.
Tim took a deep breath and pulled Ben into his lap. "Ben you didn't make me mad. Daddy was scared, that's all. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ben shook his head and leaned against Tim's chest. "Tell you what. You and I are going to sit right here and wait for Mommy and Uncle Horatio, okay?"
Ben nodded and sank further into Tim's lap. They sat quietly until they heard the sound of cars pulling into the driveway. Jennifer came flying through the kitchen door, frantically searching the kitchen before finding her husband and son on the floor. She yanked Ben out of Tim's lap and looked him over from head to toe.
"He's not hurt, Jen."
Jennifer shot him a nasty look before kissing Ben on the forehead and hugging him tight.
"What happened, Tim?" she asked quietly.
Jennifer was still clinging tightly to Ben as Tim handed her the picture he'd found in the mail. "Flip it over," he said gently. Jennifer gasped as the she read the line on the back.
Horatio bent down and took the photo from Jennifer with his gloved hand. "Where's the envelope, Speed?"
Tim pointed to the counter and Horatio moved to pick it up. "We need to dust this for prints."
Tim nodded and took a pair of gloves that Horatio offered. "What about the car?"
"Mercedes C-class sedan. At least your stalker has taste," he deadpanned. "No plates," he said, cutting his protégé's next question off.
"Figured as much," Tim said, dipping a feathered brush into the fingerprinting powder.
Slowly he spread the powder over the envelope and picture. No prints could be found on either. "Nothing," he said dejectedly. "Our answer is out there, Speed," Horatio said assuredly.
"Think, Tim. Who do you know that would do this kind of thing?" Jennifer asked pointedly.
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head and leaning on the counter.
"Why don't we take this envelope back to the lab and check for DNA," Horatio said gently, placing a hand on Speed's shoulder.
"I don't want to leave Ben and Jennifer alone right now, boss."
Horatio smiled gently and said, "I already called John."
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Pairings - Since I personally can't picture Speed with any of the women on the show, I had to create one just for him.
Spoilers - Grave Young Men
Rating - PG-13, maybe R later, I'm not sure.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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"I must be losing my mind," Tim Speedle thought as he slammed the door of his truck and crossed the parking lot to his son's daycare. All day he'd had the feeling that someone was watching him. Several times he'd noticed a black sedan out of the corner of his eye and could have sworn the car was following him.
He yanked open the front door and stepped inside. A young woman was sitting at the entry table, looked up at Tim and smiled. "Hi, Mr. Speedle. Let me go get Ben for you."
"Thanks," he muttered as she stepped away from the table. Moments later, Ben tore down the hallway, jacket and backpack in hand, and jumped into Tim's arms. "Hi Daddy!"
Tim placed a kiss on his son's blonde head. "Hey, Sport, how was your day?"
"Great," he said excitedly as Tim grabbed a stack of papers from Ben's teacher, Hannah. "I got to hold the goldfish while Miss Hannah cleaned the fish tank. Then, we had lunch. It was corndogs and chips. Then we had recess and Mikey fell off the.,"
Tim listened intently as Ben rattled off the day's events while he opened the front door and led Ben outside. As they crossed to Tim's truck, he looked up and noticed a black sedan sitting across the street from the school. "You're being paranoid, Speed," he thought as he loaded Ben into his booster seat.
"Daddy?" Ben asked, bringing Tim back to reality.
"Yeah?"
"Can I have some goldfish like we have at school?"
Tim started the truck and turned to face his son. "Tell you what, we'll talk to your mother about it when she gets home tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Ben said as he settled into his seat.
Tim put the truck in gear and pulled slowly out of the parking lot. He watched the black sedan, but it didn't follow. Heading to their house, Tim checked his rear-view mirror every few blocks, looking over and over for the car.
They arrived home and Tim let Ben in the house, placing his jacket and backpack on a peg by the door. He flipped through the stack of Ben's artwork and workbook pages he'd gotten from Miss Hannah before placing them on the counter. "Let's go get the mail," Tim said to Ben who raced him out the kitchen door.
"Bill, bill, Victoria's Secret catalog," Tim smiled at the thought as he sorted through the mail. A plain white envelope caught his eye. There was no return address; his name and address were typed in the middle of the envelope. Tearing the envelope open, he found it contained a picture. He recognized the scene immediately. He and Jennifer had taken Ben to the park over the weekend. They'd taken a picnic lunch and this picture had been snapped as Jennifer leaned over to kiss Tim. Jennifer's face was scratched out. Tim felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he turned the picture over. On a plain white label were the words - "You're mine, Tim, not hers."
His heart sank. He took a deep breath and looked around. The black sedan was parked six houses up on the right side of the street. Tim grabbed Ben's shoulder and began pushing the five-year old toward the house. "Ben, go inside, now!" he barked as Ben began to whimper quietly. Tim grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and dialed 911.
"This is CSI Tim Speedle. I need to report a suspicious vehicle in my neighborhood. Car's been following me all day. It's parked six houses up on the right, towards Delaney Street. Black sedan, possibly a Mercedes. Please call Jennifer Speedle and Horatio Caine and have them sent to this address immediately."
Tim listened for a moment as the dispatcher relayed the information through the radio system. He disconnected the line and turned to Ben, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking up at Tim with big, scared blue eyes.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," he said as he began to cry softly.
Tim sank down on the floor next to him. "For what, son?"
"I made you mad," he said sadly.
Tim took a deep breath and pulled Ben into his lap. "Ben you didn't make me mad. Daddy was scared, that's all. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ben shook his head and leaned against Tim's chest. "Tell you what. You and I are going to sit right here and wait for Mommy and Uncle Horatio, okay?"
Ben nodded and sank further into Tim's lap. They sat quietly until they heard the sound of cars pulling into the driveway. Jennifer came flying through the kitchen door, frantically searching the kitchen before finding her husband and son on the floor. She yanked Ben out of Tim's lap and looked him over from head to toe.
"He's not hurt, Jen."
Jennifer shot him a nasty look before kissing Ben on the forehead and hugging him tight.
"What happened, Tim?" she asked quietly.
Jennifer was still clinging tightly to Ben as Tim handed her the picture he'd found in the mail. "Flip it over," he said gently. Jennifer gasped as the she read the line on the back.
Horatio bent down and took the photo from Jennifer with his gloved hand. "Where's the envelope, Speed?"
Tim pointed to the counter and Horatio moved to pick it up. "We need to dust this for prints."
Tim nodded and took a pair of gloves that Horatio offered. "What about the car?"
"Mercedes C-class sedan. At least your stalker has taste," he deadpanned. "No plates," he said, cutting his protégé's next question off.
"Figured as much," Tim said, dipping a feathered brush into the fingerprinting powder.
Slowly he spread the powder over the envelope and picture. No prints could be found on either. "Nothing," he said dejectedly. "Our answer is out there, Speed," Horatio said assuredly.
"Think, Tim. Who do you know that would do this kind of thing?" Jennifer asked pointedly.
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head and leaning on the counter.
"Why don't we take this envelope back to the lab and check for DNA," Horatio said gently, placing a hand on Speed's shoulder.
"I don't want to leave Ben and Jennifer alone right now, boss."
Horatio smiled gently and said, "I already called John."
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