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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Tim maneuvered his truck into the driveway and pressed a button to raise the garage door. He cast a side-wards glance at the dash clock as he shifted into park, mentally cursing the time - 2:30 a.m. Slamming his truck door, he crossed the length of the garage and poked his head out, looking from left to right, just verifying that a patrol car was still sitting in plain view of the house.
Speed opened the kitchen door and threw his keys on the counter. He made his way into the living room and was startled by the sound of his brother- in-law snoring on the couch. Tim laughed and crossed over to the couch, shaking John Hagen by the shoulder.
The detective awoke with a start and grabbed for Tim's hand before he realized his surroundings. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "How did it go, man?"
Tim sat down on the coffee table and let out a big sigh. "Nothing. No prints on the picture or the envelope. No DNA on the envelope. Whoever sent it used some type of sealant. Nothing that leads us anywhere."
"Recent parolees? Somebody with a grudge against you?" John inquired.
Tim shook his head. "I don't know."
The two men sat in silence for a moment. "Thanks for being here, I really appreciate it."
John grinned at him. "You're family, Speed. I wouldn't have been anywhere else."
Tim bid John goodnight and locked the front door behind him. He walked down the hall toward his bedroom, pausing when he noticed Ben's bedroom door open. Leaning against the doorframe, Tim watched his son's peaceful breathing and realized how tired he was. He strode over to Ben's bed and placed a kiss on his forehead.
Tim turned the knob on his bedroom door and was surprised to find the light still on and Jennifer propped up on pillows, reading a novel.
"Hey," she said quietly and Tim came over and flopped on the bed. She pulled off her reading glasses and leaned over to kiss him.
"Mmmmm," he said gently as he cupped her chin in his hand. "I love you, Jennifer."
She ran her hand along his cheek and replied, "I love you too."
He kissed her forehead, nose and lips before settling back on his pillows.
"What did you find out?" she asked.
He sniffed. "Fat load of nothing," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You'll figure it out, honey, you always do," Jennifer said assuredly, placing a hand on his arm.
"I'd like to figure it out before this idiot tries something with my wife and kid."
Jennifer laid her book down in a huff. "Need I remind you that I am a much better shot that you are?"
Tim felt a grin tugging at his mouth and Jennifer continued, "And, we'll both go talk to Ben's school tomorrow, let them know what's going on. It'll be fine."
"Yeah," Tim mumbled as he closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep.
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Detective Bernstein threw open the lab door and walked in with a manila folder in his hand. "Alison Roufow," he said, tossing the file onto Speed's worktable.
"What about her?" Speed asked, loading another slide into his microscope.
Bernstein laughed. "She's out on bail, as of four days ago."
"They gave that psychopath bail?" Speed focused the slide and made a note on the chart next to him.
"That psychopath may the one following you, Speed."
Tim looked up at Bernstein. "You heard about that?"
Bernstein rolled his eyes. "Everybody's heard about that. How's Jennifer?"
"She's fine, other than a little separation anxiety when we left Ben at school today."
"Ben or Jennifer?" he asked.
Tim grinned. "Jennifer."
"I'm serious about this, Speed. I think we should look into it. Especially after what happened between you and Alison."
Tim shook his head. "Nothing happened between me and Alison."
"I don't think she sees it that way, man."
"So, bring her in."
Bernstein rested against the table and crossed his arms at his chest. "Tried. No one seems to be able to locate the lovely Miss Roufow."
"Wonderful," Tim said sarcastically.
"We've got patrol officers stationed at the address her attorney gave on the bond agreement, his offices, his home, her modeling agent's office, the usual. She makes any stops, Speed, we'll find her."
"Thanks, man," he said, tapping his pen against the file.
"Yeah," Bernstein said, patting Tim on the shoulder as he left the room.
Tim picked up the file and opened it. He reviewed the contents, mentally re-living the case that had truly tested his professionalism. Alison Roufow had smothered her boyfriend, Charles Maxfield, the night before he was supposed to marry someone else. Alison had immediately shown an interest in Tim, and he and Bernstein had used that to their advantage, letting Alison think she'd gotten to Tim.
Truth be known, Alison had gotten to him, but only for a moment. He'd asked to photograph the scratches on her chest, and Alison had totally disrobed, startling him and causing a purely male reaction. She'd seen his reaction and began flirting with him. He'd wanted to believe she wasn't guilty, but she'd been lying to him the entire time - lying about having sex with Maxfield, lying about flipping his body, lying about suffocating him.
Tim's cell phone rang at his hip and he answered it without checking the caller ID. "Yeah, it's Speed."
"Tim?" He recognized the sultry voice on the other end immediately.
"Alison," he said flatly.
She laughed. "I leave you alone for a few months, and look what happens. You run off and get married and have a child."
He paused to turn the phone around and check the caller ID. He heard her talking again and returned the phone to her ear. "Don't bother," she said, "it's one of those pre-paid cell phones. You'll never be able to trace the number."
"What do you want, Alison?"
"You, silly. I want you," her voice was barely a whisper, but the words sent chills down Tim's spine.
"You can't have me, Alison. I'm a married man." He could feel his blood pressure rising as he fought back the angry words he desperately wanted to shout at her.
"You won't be married when I'm done, my love. "
"What's that supposed to mean?" he yelled into the receiver.
"Goodbye for now, sweetheart," she said before Tim heard the phone click off.
"Alison?" he said angrily. "Alison?"
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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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Tim maneuvered his truck into the driveway and pressed a button to raise the garage door. He cast a side-wards glance at the dash clock as he shifted into park, mentally cursing the time - 2:30 a.m. Slamming his truck door, he crossed the length of the garage and poked his head out, looking from left to right, just verifying that a patrol car was still sitting in plain view of the house.
Speed opened the kitchen door and threw his keys on the counter. He made his way into the living room and was startled by the sound of his brother- in-law snoring on the couch. Tim laughed and crossed over to the couch, shaking John Hagen by the shoulder.
The detective awoke with a start and grabbed for Tim's hand before he realized his surroundings. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "How did it go, man?"
Tim sat down on the coffee table and let out a big sigh. "Nothing. No prints on the picture or the envelope. No DNA on the envelope. Whoever sent it used some type of sealant. Nothing that leads us anywhere."
"Recent parolees? Somebody with a grudge against you?" John inquired.
Tim shook his head. "I don't know."
The two men sat in silence for a moment. "Thanks for being here, I really appreciate it."
John grinned at him. "You're family, Speed. I wouldn't have been anywhere else."
Tim bid John goodnight and locked the front door behind him. He walked down the hall toward his bedroom, pausing when he noticed Ben's bedroom door open. Leaning against the doorframe, Tim watched his son's peaceful breathing and realized how tired he was. He strode over to Ben's bed and placed a kiss on his forehead.
Tim turned the knob on his bedroom door and was surprised to find the light still on and Jennifer propped up on pillows, reading a novel.
"Hey," she said quietly and Tim came over and flopped on the bed. She pulled off her reading glasses and leaned over to kiss him.
"Mmmmm," he said gently as he cupped her chin in his hand. "I love you, Jennifer."
She ran her hand along his cheek and replied, "I love you too."
He kissed her forehead, nose and lips before settling back on his pillows.
"What did you find out?" she asked.
He sniffed. "Fat load of nothing," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You'll figure it out, honey, you always do," Jennifer said assuredly, placing a hand on his arm.
"I'd like to figure it out before this idiot tries something with my wife and kid."
Jennifer laid her book down in a huff. "Need I remind you that I am a much better shot that you are?"
Tim felt a grin tugging at his mouth and Jennifer continued, "And, we'll both go talk to Ben's school tomorrow, let them know what's going on. It'll be fine."
"Yeah," Tim mumbled as he closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep.
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Detective Bernstein threw open the lab door and walked in with a manila folder in his hand. "Alison Roufow," he said, tossing the file onto Speed's worktable.
"What about her?" Speed asked, loading another slide into his microscope.
Bernstein laughed. "She's out on bail, as of four days ago."
"They gave that psychopath bail?" Speed focused the slide and made a note on the chart next to him.
"That psychopath may the one following you, Speed."
Tim looked up at Bernstein. "You heard about that?"
Bernstein rolled his eyes. "Everybody's heard about that. How's Jennifer?"
"She's fine, other than a little separation anxiety when we left Ben at school today."
"Ben or Jennifer?" he asked.
Tim grinned. "Jennifer."
"I'm serious about this, Speed. I think we should look into it. Especially after what happened between you and Alison."
Tim shook his head. "Nothing happened between me and Alison."
"I don't think she sees it that way, man."
"So, bring her in."
Bernstein rested against the table and crossed his arms at his chest. "Tried. No one seems to be able to locate the lovely Miss Roufow."
"Wonderful," Tim said sarcastically.
"We've got patrol officers stationed at the address her attorney gave on the bond agreement, his offices, his home, her modeling agent's office, the usual. She makes any stops, Speed, we'll find her."
"Thanks, man," he said, tapping his pen against the file.
"Yeah," Bernstein said, patting Tim on the shoulder as he left the room.
Tim picked up the file and opened it. He reviewed the contents, mentally re-living the case that had truly tested his professionalism. Alison Roufow had smothered her boyfriend, Charles Maxfield, the night before he was supposed to marry someone else. Alison had immediately shown an interest in Tim, and he and Bernstein had used that to their advantage, letting Alison think she'd gotten to Tim.
Truth be known, Alison had gotten to him, but only for a moment. He'd asked to photograph the scratches on her chest, and Alison had totally disrobed, startling him and causing a purely male reaction. She'd seen his reaction and began flirting with him. He'd wanted to believe she wasn't guilty, but she'd been lying to him the entire time - lying about having sex with Maxfield, lying about flipping his body, lying about suffocating him.
Tim's cell phone rang at his hip and he answered it without checking the caller ID. "Yeah, it's Speed."
"Tim?" He recognized the sultry voice on the other end immediately.
"Alison," he said flatly.
She laughed. "I leave you alone for a few months, and look what happens. You run off and get married and have a child."
He paused to turn the phone around and check the caller ID. He heard her talking again and returned the phone to her ear. "Don't bother," she said, "it's one of those pre-paid cell phones. You'll never be able to trace the number."
"What do you want, Alison?"
"You, silly. I want you," her voice was barely a whisper, but the words sent chills down Tim's spine.
"You can't have me, Alison. I'm a married man." He could feel his blood pressure rising as he fought back the angry words he desperately wanted to shout at her.
"You won't be married when I'm done, my love. "
"What's that supposed to mean?" he yelled into the receiver.
"Goodbye for now, sweetheart," she said before Tim heard the phone click off.
"Alison?" he said angrily. "Alison?"
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