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
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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Tim continued to watch the car, which was now right behind them. "That's definitely Alison," he said, "and she's coming up fast, Jack."
"I see her, another quarter mile to Biscayne."
A minute later, Jack was on the off-ramp, scanning the streets before him for the other patrol cars.
"Jack!" Tim screamed, just as Alison rammed the car, sending them spinning into the intersection, colliding with a patrol car sitting nearby.
Alison rammed the car again, sending the unmarked car carrying Tim and Jennifer and the patrol car into a light pole. Jack and Tim stumbled out of the car, and fired at Alison's car, taking out two of her tires and busting out the windshield.
The car stopped. The two men approached it cautiously, trailed by five other patrol officers who'd responded to Jack's dispatch call.
The door opened and Alison got out. Tim could immediately see that a bullet had hit her in the right shoulder.
"You BASTARD!" Alison screamed at him, raising her gun even with his.
"Put the gun down, Alison. This is the end of the line," he warned.
"You love me, Tim. How could you do this to me?" she pleaded.
"Alison, you're bleeding, you need help. Put the gun down, and we'll help you."
She laughed, her eyes wide with fire, "You'll help me? I don't need your help, Tim."
"What do you need Alison?" he kept his gun trained on her, prepared to fire if he needed to.
"I need for her to die," she said confidently.
Tim asked, "What did she ever do to you? Why does she need to die?"
Something caught Alison's eye and she turned the gun sharply to the left and began squeezing the trigger.
He fired.
The gun dropped from her hand and she fell to the ground.
The sound of gunfire reverberated in his head, and then was replaced by silence. Time seemed to be frozen as he stood there, Alison's prone form only 100 yards or so away from him. He stood there, didn't move a muscle, gun still pointed directly at Alison.
Jennifer walked up behind Tim. "Give me the gun, honey," she said softly. He lowered his weapon and handed it to her.
Jack and a patrol officer crossed over to where Alison lay on the pavement. While the patrol officer kept his gun on her, Jack bent down to check for a pulse.
"She's dead," he said flatly.
Tim nodded and reached for Jennifer, drawing her into his arms. "It's over," she said quietly.
"You got out of the car, didn't you?" Tim asked, pulling away for a moment to search Jennifer's eyes. "That's what Alison saw?"
"Yeah," she said, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.
"She could have killed you, Jennifer."
"Christ, Tim. You're not that bad of a shot," she joked weakly.
He began to laugh and then tears began spilling down his cheeks. "Let's go home, baby, let's just go home.
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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
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tim continued to watch the car, which was now right behind them. "That's definitely Alison," he said, "and she's coming up fast, Jack."
"I see her, another quarter mile to Biscayne."
A minute later, Jack was on the off-ramp, scanning the streets before him for the other patrol cars.
"Jack!" Tim screamed, just as Alison rammed the car, sending them spinning into the intersection, colliding with a patrol car sitting nearby.
Alison rammed the car again, sending the unmarked car carrying Tim and Jennifer and the patrol car into a light pole. Jack and Tim stumbled out of the car, and fired at Alison's car, taking out two of her tires and busting out the windshield.
The car stopped. The two men approached it cautiously, trailed by five other patrol officers who'd responded to Jack's dispatch call.
The door opened and Alison got out. Tim could immediately see that a bullet had hit her in the right shoulder.
"You BASTARD!" Alison screamed at him, raising her gun even with his.
"Put the gun down, Alison. This is the end of the line," he warned.
"You love me, Tim. How could you do this to me?" she pleaded.
"Alison, you're bleeding, you need help. Put the gun down, and we'll help you."
She laughed, her eyes wide with fire, "You'll help me? I don't need your help, Tim."
"What do you need Alison?" he kept his gun trained on her, prepared to fire if he needed to.
"I need for her to die," she said confidently.
Tim asked, "What did she ever do to you? Why does she need to die?"
Something caught Alison's eye and she turned the gun sharply to the left and began squeezing the trigger.
He fired.
The gun dropped from her hand and she fell to the ground.
The sound of gunfire reverberated in his head, and then was replaced by silence. Time seemed to be frozen as he stood there, Alison's prone form only 100 yards or so away from him. He stood there, didn't move a muscle, gun still pointed directly at Alison.
Jennifer walked up behind Tim. "Give me the gun, honey," she said softly. He lowered his weapon and handed it to her.
Jack and a patrol officer crossed over to where Alison lay on the pavement. While the patrol officer kept his gun on her, Jack bent down to check for a pulse.
"She's dead," he said flatly.
Tim nodded and reached for Jennifer, drawing her into his arms. "It's over," she said quietly.
"You got out of the car, didn't you?" Tim asked, pulling away for a moment to search Jennifer's eyes. "That's what Alison saw?"
"Yeah," she said, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.
"She could have killed you, Jennifer."
"Christ, Tim. You're not that bad of a shot," she joked weakly.
He began to laugh and then tears began spilling down his cheeks. "Let's go home, baby, let's just go home.
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