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, somebody please tell me if the f-word bumps it up to R.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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"You don't really love me, do you Tim?"
"Why do you say that, Alison?" the tone in her voice was making him sick to his stomach, and he sat down on the couch.
"You found my camera, you don't want me to see you anymore. That means you don't love me."
"I never said I loved you."
"Fuck you, Tim!" she said angrily. "You shouldn't have pissed me off like this. I'd almost decided to let that little bitch wife of yours live, but now she really has to die."
"What do you want, Alison. Tell me what you want, so I can end this and get on with my life."
"I want you."
"No you don't," he said emphatically.
"Don't tell me what I want, you bastard."
"You don't want me, Alison, you want to get even for what you think I did to you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I played you. You'd been playing men for years, Alison, and it pisses you off that one finally played you for a change."
"No, that's not true. You wanted to help me, Tim. I know you wanted to help me," she pleaded. "But that ass Bernstein, he's the one who made you turn me in. You'd never do something like that to me, Tim, you love me."
"Keep convincing yourself of that, Alison."
He heard her burst into tears on the other end of the line and disconnected.
"Well, that didn't go like we'd planned," Horatio said sarcastically.
Tim shot him a nasty look. "I'm not playing her game anymore, H. I'm done - I'm through. Find her and get her the hell out of our lives."
He stormed out of the living room into the kitchen. Yanking open a cabinet door, he removed a glass and slammed in onto the counter. He reached into the cabinet above the refrigerator and took down a bottle of vodka. Horatio walked slowly into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as Tim poured.
"You think that's going to help?"
"Sure as hell isn't going to hurt."
"I know you're frustrated, Speed."
"You don't know shit, H." Looking up from the counter at his boss, he swallowed and said, "Sorry."
Horatio shook his head. "No apologies needed. You must feel like a caged animal, being cooped up here for days."
"Yeah," he replied, taking a sip of the vodka.
"Why don't we arrange to get you guys out of here for a while?" Horatio laid an encouraging hand on Speed's shoulder. "You and Jen could go have a nice dinner out somewhere, just the two of you."
"And our armed police escorts?" Tim asked sarcastically.
Horatio grinned at him. "Well, there's that, too."
Tim laughed. "Thanks, boss, that would be great."
"Let me go arrange it then."
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"No talking about Alison," Tim demanded as he held the car door open for Jennifer.
"Agreed," she said enthusiastically, buckling her seatbelt before Tim shut the door and crossed to the other side of the unmarked police car.
He quickly got into the car and shut the door. He cast a glance at Jennifer while buckling his seat belt. She looked amazingly beautiful, not that he was surprised. Her honey brown hair was pulled up into a neat bun and little curls framed her face. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, heels and a white-gold diamond pendant and earrings Tim had given her for her birthday.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing," he said leaning over to kiss her, "you just look beautiful, that's all."
She smiled and touched the tip of his nose with her finger. "Not so bad yourself there, Mr. Speedle," she said, commenting on his light gray suit and black button down shirt.
"Nothing like a fancy suit to hide your gun," he said sarcastically.
"When's the last time we've been out to a nice restaurant?"
He thought for a moment and then laughed. "Guess that would be our honeymoon."
She reached for his hand. "And they say having kids changes everything."
"Yeah, but see we had the kid before the honeymoon, so I don't think that applies to us."
"Excellent point, darling. Guess we better enjoy this while we can."
"Why DON'T we do this more often, Jen? Ben does have a grandmother, uncle and two godparents who'd be more than willing to take him for an evening."
Jennifer sighed heavily and leaned back into the seat. "You're right. When you're right, you're right."
He grinned. "Did you just say that I'm right?"
"Don't get used to it," she deadpanned.
As Speed leaned in to kiss her, he got a glimpse in the rearview mirror. "Jack?" he asked the driver.
"Already see it, Speed."
"See what?" Jennifer asked, craning her neck to see out the back window.
"Black Mercedes two cars back, Jen. So far, it's stayed behind us. If it makes a move, we'll take aggressive action," Jack's partner Christy answered.
"Just sit back and relax," Jack said, forgetting to whom he was speaking.
"Car's coming up on the right, Jack," Christy said quietly.
"I see it."
Speed pulled his gun out of the holster underneath his suit jacket. "What are you gonna do, Jack?"
"Dispatch, this is Officer John McLellan. We're on interstate 95 headed down to the port. I've got a suspicious vehicle behind me, possibly our suspect's car. I'm going to exit on Biscayne, heading toward the restaurant. Send all available patrol officers toward the exit ramp."
Jack turned on his blinker and cut in front of the black Mercedes, staying in front of the vehicle. "If that's her, Speed, we'll be safer over here on the right. It's Jennifer she wants."
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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, somebody please tell me if the f-word bumps it up to R.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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"You don't really love me, do you Tim?"
"Why do you say that, Alison?" the tone in her voice was making him sick to his stomach, and he sat down on the couch.
"You found my camera, you don't want me to see you anymore. That means you don't love me."
"I never said I loved you."
"Fuck you, Tim!" she said angrily. "You shouldn't have pissed me off like this. I'd almost decided to let that little bitch wife of yours live, but now she really has to die."
"What do you want, Alison. Tell me what you want, so I can end this and get on with my life."
"I want you."
"No you don't," he said emphatically.
"Don't tell me what I want, you bastard."
"You don't want me, Alison, you want to get even for what you think I did to you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I played you. You'd been playing men for years, Alison, and it pisses you off that one finally played you for a change."
"No, that's not true. You wanted to help me, Tim. I know you wanted to help me," she pleaded. "But that ass Bernstein, he's the one who made you turn me in. You'd never do something like that to me, Tim, you love me."
"Keep convincing yourself of that, Alison."
He heard her burst into tears on the other end of the line and disconnected.
"Well, that didn't go like we'd planned," Horatio said sarcastically.
Tim shot him a nasty look. "I'm not playing her game anymore, H. I'm done - I'm through. Find her and get her the hell out of our lives."
He stormed out of the living room into the kitchen. Yanking open a cabinet door, he removed a glass and slammed in onto the counter. He reached into the cabinet above the refrigerator and took down a bottle of vodka. Horatio walked slowly into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as Tim poured.
"You think that's going to help?"
"Sure as hell isn't going to hurt."
"I know you're frustrated, Speed."
"You don't know shit, H." Looking up from the counter at his boss, he swallowed and said, "Sorry."
Horatio shook his head. "No apologies needed. You must feel like a caged animal, being cooped up here for days."
"Yeah," he replied, taking a sip of the vodka.
"Why don't we arrange to get you guys out of here for a while?" Horatio laid an encouraging hand on Speed's shoulder. "You and Jen could go have a nice dinner out somewhere, just the two of you."
"And our armed police escorts?" Tim asked sarcastically.
Horatio grinned at him. "Well, there's that, too."
Tim laughed. "Thanks, boss, that would be great."
"Let me go arrange it then."
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"No talking about Alison," Tim demanded as he held the car door open for Jennifer.
"Agreed," she said enthusiastically, buckling her seatbelt before Tim shut the door and crossed to the other side of the unmarked police car.
He quickly got into the car and shut the door. He cast a glance at Jennifer while buckling his seat belt. She looked amazingly beautiful, not that he was surprised. Her honey brown hair was pulled up into a neat bun and little curls framed her face. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, heels and a white-gold diamond pendant and earrings Tim had given her for her birthday.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing," he said leaning over to kiss her, "you just look beautiful, that's all."
She smiled and touched the tip of his nose with her finger. "Not so bad yourself there, Mr. Speedle," she said, commenting on his light gray suit and black button down shirt.
"Nothing like a fancy suit to hide your gun," he said sarcastically.
"When's the last time we've been out to a nice restaurant?"
He thought for a moment and then laughed. "Guess that would be our honeymoon."
She reached for his hand. "And they say having kids changes everything."
"Yeah, but see we had the kid before the honeymoon, so I don't think that applies to us."
"Excellent point, darling. Guess we better enjoy this while we can."
"Why DON'T we do this more often, Jen? Ben does have a grandmother, uncle and two godparents who'd be more than willing to take him for an evening."
Jennifer sighed heavily and leaned back into the seat. "You're right. When you're right, you're right."
He grinned. "Did you just say that I'm right?"
"Don't get used to it," she deadpanned.
As Speed leaned in to kiss her, he got a glimpse in the rearview mirror. "Jack?" he asked the driver.
"Already see it, Speed."
"See what?" Jennifer asked, craning her neck to see out the back window.
"Black Mercedes two cars back, Jen. So far, it's stayed behind us. If it makes a move, we'll take aggressive action," Jack's partner Christy answered.
"Just sit back and relax," Jack said, forgetting to whom he was speaking.
"Car's coming up on the right, Jack," Christy said quietly.
"I see it."
Speed pulled his gun out of the holster underneath his suit jacket. "What are you gonna do, Jack?"
"Dispatch, this is Officer John McLellan. We're on interstate 95 headed down to the port. I've got a suspicious vehicle behind me, possibly our suspect's car. I'm going to exit on Biscayne, heading toward the restaurant. Send all available patrol officers toward the exit ramp."
Jack turned on his blinker and cut in front of the black Mercedes, staying in front of the vehicle. "If that's her, Speed, we'll be safer over here on the right. It's Jennifer she wants."
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