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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"She's a freaking lunatic!" Tim screamed as he paced the floor in Horatio's office, his open lab coat billowing behind him.

"Calm down, Speed, at least we know who we are dealing with now," Horatio said coolly as he flipped through pages in the file.

"A psycho. A boyfriend-killing, cop-threatening psycho," Tim said as he sat down heavily in a chair across from Horatio's desk.

"Where's Jennifer?" Horatio asked, his heart filling with sympathy for his friend and protégé.

Tim brought a fist up to his mouth and clenched his jaw. "She's on her way. John's meeting her to 'escort' her into the building."

"Okay," Horatio nodded. "Did it sound more like Alison was threatening you or threatening Jennifer?"

Tim thought for a moment and then shook his head, "I don't know, H, her words could mean so many different things."

"You okay?" Jennifer asked from the doorway.

Tim turned to look at her, and then turned back. "NO," he said emphatically, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jennifer stepped up behind Tim and snaked her arms around his neck, giving him a light squeeze. "At least we know who we're dealing with now."

Tim snickered. "You sound just like Horatio."

Jennifer grinned at Horatio and replied, "I've had worse compliments."

"I'm sending you both home," Horatio said, the tone of his voice fending off any arguments. "We'll send a team with you to try and track any more phone calls. John," he said, turning his attention to the detective standing in the doorway, "you pick Ben up from school and take him home. It'll be safer that way."

"I'm on my way," Hagen said, turning to exit the office.

Horatio turned his attention back to the couple. Tim was tapping one foot steadily on the floor. Jennifer reached out and placed her hand on his knee. The tapping stopped immediately, and Tim muttered, "Sorry."

"Speed, we'll get her. Go home and take care of your family."

Tim nodded and stood, placing his hand on the small of Jennifer's back to lead her out of the room.

"Tim?" Jennifer stopped in the hallway and turned to face her husband. "How dangerous is this woman?"

Tim closed his eyes and answered sincerely, "I don't know, babe. I just don't know."

"Okay," she said quietly. "Let's just go home."

"Yeah," he said, gathering Jennifer into his arms and holding her for a moment.

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"Your mine, Tim. I can't believe you haven't figured it out by now."

Tim took a deep breath and ran a hand through his ebony hair. "I will never be yours, Alison. Never. I have a wife - and a child. I love them more than life itself. I am theirs."

He could sense Alison's smile on the other end of the phone. "You became mine the day we met. You can't deny the connection we have."

Tim shot a glance at Jennifer, who was sitting calmly on the couch in their living room, listening intently to the conversation being broadcast through the recorder's speakers. She gave him a smile and nodded. "You're right, Alison," he said assuredly. "I can't deny the connection we have."

"Good."

Tim continued. "So, let's do something about that. Meet me somewhere, let's talk this out."

"We will, my darling. In good time - I have some other business to attend to first."

"What kind of business, Alison?"

"I have to make sure that bitch is out of the picture, baby."

"What bitch?" Tim took Jennifer's hand and squeezed it.

"Your wife, silly. She has to be totally out of the picture for us to be together."

"Why?"

"Because you have a good heart, Tim. You'll run back to her the minute that kid needs something."

Tim wiped the lone tear running down Jennifer's cheek. "I would never do that to you, Alison."

"If I'd have been smart, I'd have gotten rid of Chuck's fiancé instead of him. I don't make the same mistakes twice."

Tim took another deep breath and swallowed the bile he felt rising in his throat. "If he was still alive, we couldn't be together."

Alison laughed. "You're such a sweet-talker."

"Where are you, Alison?"

"Closer than you might think, baby. I know all about the police officers in your house. I can see them recording our conversation. I can see you touching her. That's why I have to kill her, Tim. We'll never be free until she's gone."

Tim strode over to the large window in his living room that faced the street. "Can you see me now?"

"Um-hum. You look absolutely delicious. I always liked you in blue."

Tim looked down at the blue button down shirt he was wearing. "It reminds me of your eyes."

She laughed again. "Boy, that pissed her off didn't it? I can see her. She just jumped up from the chair, totally disgusted. What's wrong with you, Tim? You could have had me and you settle for her? And now you're saddled with some kid who isn't even your own flesh and blood? That's not the Tim Speedle I know. The Tim Speedle I know is a rebel. Makes his own rules. You need someone wild, someone who will keep you interested."

I can't play this game anymore, he thought as he searched for Jennifer. He needed to see her, needed to touch her, needed her to know how much he loved her.

As if she sensed his need, she rounded the corner from the kitchen and caught his gaze, tears now streaming down her face.

"Do you think she's beautiful when she cries, Tim?"

She's the most beautiful thing in the world, he thought. "I want to see you, Alison."

"Soon, for now make the bitch stop crying. It's getting on my nerves." She disconnected the line.

Tim gladly obeyed and crossed the room to fold a sobbing Jennifer into his arms. "I love you, baby, I love you so much." He tilted her head up to his. "You and Ben are my entire existence. You know that don't you? God, baby, tell me you know that," he said desperately as his own tears started to fall.

"We got her." Horatio's voice brought them both back to reality.

"Where?" Tim asked, his gaze never leaving Jennifer's.

"Within a five block radius. Good going, Speed, you kept her on the phone a nice long time," Frank Tripp said encouragingly. "I'm calling out the patrol cars now."

"Where's Ben?" Tim wiped Jennifer's tears, then his own. "Where's my son?"

John answered quietly, "He is his bedroom, playing with Mom."

Tim took Jennifer's hand and led her down the hall. They passed Ben's door and stopped to listen to the sound of his laughter as he played Go Fish with his grandmother.

He squeezed her hand and they continued to walk, stopping again as Tim opened the door to their bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind them, he led her over to the bed and sat down, pulling her into his embrace. Jennifer tilted her head down and pressed her lips to his. He returned her kiss passionately, and lay back on the bed, pulling her along with him. Burying his hand in her hair, he deepened the kiss, desperate to feel her weight on his, her lips on his, her skin on his.

She pulled back for just a moment to wipe more tears with her fingertips. He kissed her again and ran his hands under her shirt, reveling in the feel of the creamy skin beneath. She caressed the stubble on his cheek and sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. He released the clasp of her bra and quickly rid her of both. Rolling her over on her back, he kissed a trail down her neck and chest, finally capturing her breast with his mouth.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted her moan and, defeated, Tim rested his forehead on her stomach while Jennifer muttered, "You've got to be kidding me."

"What?" Tim growled at the door, not particularly caring who was on the other side.

"Daddy?" came the tiny reply. "Uncle Horatio and Uncle John need you."

Jennifer stifled a laugh and Tim said, "Okay, Ben, just a minute."

Jennifer reached for her bra and shirt and Tim took a moment to compose himself before getting off the bed. When Jennifer was dressed, he crossed to the door and opened it gently. Ben was standing on the other side of the door with his hands on his hips. "Why was the door locked, Daddy?"

Tim grunted a reply and Jennifer picked Ben up, cradling him on her hip as she said, "Daddy and I were talking and we didn't want to be interrupted."

Tim stalked down the hallway and shot John and Horatio a nasty look before plopping into a chair next to the table where the recorder sat. Both men were grinning from ear to ear. "You think that's funny?" Tim said angrily.

John laughed. "Man, I'm not stupid enough to knock on a locked door. I rather enjoy being alive."

Horatio added good-naturedly, "I'm just glad you two aren't on the clock."

"Funny," Tim said as he glowered at them. "What's up?"

"Well," Horatio said, "We weren't able to locate Alison, but we heard something interesting on the tape when we played it back. Listen."

Tyler pressed play on the tape recorder and Speed focused intently on the replay of the conversation. "School bells."

"School bells. Wherever she is, she's near the elementary school two blocks over. That means, she couldn't possibly have seen what was going on in this house, unless."

Tim cut him off. "Unless she has a camera set up someplace."

"Found it!" Tripp came barreling through the front door, holding a tiny, broken video camera in his hand. He laid it on the table in front of the men, who all looked up at him, shocked.

"So I took a little frustration out on it, sue me. Nobody threatens my detectives and gets away with it."

"Where did you find it, Frank?" Horatio asked.

"She took some time setting this up. Drilled a hole in that school bus sign across the street. Then set the camera up behind it, pointed directly at Tim and Jennifer's front window."

"Frank," Horatio said pointedly, while John and Tim stared open-mouthed at the broken camera.

"I wore gloves, Horatio, and I broke the damned thing with my own two hands. You'll still be able to get prints off it."

"I appreciate that."

"At least she won't be able to see what's going on in this house anymore," Speed said happily.

"I just hope it doesn't make her more desperate," Jennifer said from the doorway, having sent Ben back to his room with a glass of juice.

The men looked between each other and nodded their agreement.

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