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 - Pushing R pretty hard here.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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The patrol car turned in to the Speedle's driveway and the couple stepped out of the car. Ben was standing on the front porch with his grandmother in his pajamas and came running to them as they neared the house.
"Hey sport," Tim said happily, bending down to pick up his son.
"Mimi says I can go to school on Monday."
Tim nodded, "Mimi's right. You can definitely go to school on Monday. And, we're going tomorrow to get you those goldfish you wanted."
"What goldfish?" Jennifer inquired.
Tim turned to Jennifer and beamed. "If my son wants goldfish, my son's getting goldfish."
"Okay," she said, rolling her eyes. Jennifer's mother was standing on the porch. She enveloped her daughter in a hug.
"I'll never get used to you being shot at," she said quietly into Jennifer's ear.
"I wasn't shot at Mom."
"You could have been and that's bad enough," Julie Hagen said gently. "Now," she said looking down at her watch, "it's way past my grandson's bedtime."
"Yeah, it's definitely time for bed, sport," Tim said looking at his own watch.
"Okay," Ben said glumly.
"Kiss Mommy goodnight and I'll take you to bed."
Ben leaned out from Tim's arms to squeeze Jennifer's neck. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips and said, "Night, Mommy, I love you."
"Night, baby, I love you too."
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"Where's your mom?" Tim asked, returning to the living room.
"Gone," Jennifer said, laying down the magazine she'd been flipping through.
"Good," he said emphatically, kneeling down in front of her. Jennifer laughed as Tim gently uncrossed her legs and pushed her knees apart.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, lowering his head to trail kisses up the part of her thigh that was exposed.
Jennifer ran a hand through his hair, silently encouraging him on. He placed his hands on her buttocks, pulling her closer to him and inching her dress further up her thighs. He reached behind her head and released her hair from the bun, saying, "This has got to go."
"So does this," she countered, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
He grinned and attacked her neck with his mouth. Running his hands over the silky strap of her dress, he decided, "This would look much better on the floor." His hands found the back zipper and he ran it down her back, kissing the flesh exposed by the fallen dress.
"So would these," she said slyly, releasing his belt from the buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then gently pushing them past his waist.
"And this," he said, running his hand along the edge of her strapless bra, "is definitely not necessary."
"Definitely not," she responded breathlessly as he released the clasp, tossed the bra onto the floor and tickled a nipple with his tongue.
"Ben's asleep?" she asked softly, slightly distracted by her husband tugging at the edge of her stockings, trying desperately to release them from the garter belt.
"What the hell is up with this shit?" he said, frustrated and sitting back on his heels, inspecting the contraption.
"Here, let me help," she said reaching down and unsnapping the stockings. "I asked you a question, baby."
Tim disposed of one stocking, then the other. "Better, much, much better. Ben's sleeping like a rock. Poor kid was wiped out."
"You know," Jennifer said, standing up from the couch, "I'm pretty wiped out myself." She started down the hallway, pulling her dress back up over her shoulders, leaving Tim sitting on the floor, mouth open-wide in shock.
"Hell no, woman." He growled and jumped up, buttoning his pants and chasing her down the hall. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed.
She laughed as he kissed her ankle, and began trailing kisses up her legs, pushing the hem of her dress upward as he progressed. "You're not helping me get to sleep, you know."
Tim raised himself even with her face. She could see the passion burning behind his eyes as he responded; "There will be no sleep tonight."
"Really?" she asked curiously.
"Really," he responded, quite confidently.
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The night's events replayed in Tim's head as he slept, tossing and turning. Jennifer - the car chase - the accident - Alison getting out of her car - he sees Alison point the gun at Jennifer - he doesn't respond fast enough - Jennifer collapses to the ground instead of Alison.
"Jennifer!" he screams, hearing his name called.
"Tim, wake up, you're dreaming." She's awake, trying to coax her husband out of his dream. "Honey, come on, wake up," she pleads.
Tim's eyes fly open, his heart races and his breathing is shallow. "You're dead," he tells her, still not quite awake.
"No honey, I'm fine, I'm right here in our bed, lying right next to you," she explains gently, running her fingers through his hair.
He grabs Jennifer by the shoulders, lowering her body to his. "I saw you fall," he whispers into her hair, tears stinging his eyes, "I saw you die instead of her."
"Baby, it was just a dream."
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The next morning, Tim, Jennifer stopped in at police headquarters to give their statements while Ben watched TV with Tyler in the break room.
"IA will investigate the shooting, Speed," Tripp said gently, making notes in the file spread out across the table. "Standard procedure, you know how it goes."
"Yeah," Tim said quietly. He hadn't been able to sleep after his dream the night before, constantly reliving the shooting in his mind.
"Frank and I both think that you guys should talk to the department psychologist," Horatio said.
"I don't need a shrink, H," Speed said defensively.
"Honey, I agree with them." Jennifer said, laying a hand on Tim's arm.
He started to give her a nasty look, but then, remembering the intensity of his dream, rolled his eyes instead. "Fine, whatever, I'll go see the shrink."
"You could go into it with a positive attitude, Speed." Horatio said sarcastically.
"Don't ask for what I can't deliver, boss," he said, picking up a pen to sign off on the forms Frank had passed across the table.
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 - Pushing R pretty hard here.
Summary - Someone's stalking Tim and threatening Jennifer.
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The patrol car turned in to the Speedle's driveway and the couple stepped out of the car. Ben was standing on the front porch with his grandmother in his pajamas and came running to them as they neared the house.
"Hey sport," Tim said happily, bending down to pick up his son.
"Mimi says I can go to school on Monday."
Tim nodded, "Mimi's right. You can definitely go to school on Monday. And, we're going tomorrow to get you those goldfish you wanted."
"What goldfish?" Jennifer inquired.
Tim turned to Jennifer and beamed. "If my son wants goldfish, my son's getting goldfish."
"Okay," she said, rolling her eyes. Jennifer's mother was standing on the porch. She enveloped her daughter in a hug.
"I'll never get used to you being shot at," she said quietly into Jennifer's ear.
"I wasn't shot at Mom."
"You could have been and that's bad enough," Julie Hagen said gently. "Now," she said looking down at her watch, "it's way past my grandson's bedtime."
"Yeah, it's definitely time for bed, sport," Tim said looking at his own watch.
"Okay," Ben said glumly.
"Kiss Mommy goodnight and I'll take you to bed."
Ben leaned out from Tim's arms to squeeze Jennifer's neck. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips and said, "Night, Mommy, I love you."
"Night, baby, I love you too."
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"Where's your mom?" Tim asked, returning to the living room.
"Gone," Jennifer said, laying down the magazine she'd been flipping through.
"Good," he said emphatically, kneeling down in front of her. Jennifer laughed as Tim gently uncrossed her legs and pushed her knees apart.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, lowering his head to trail kisses up the part of her thigh that was exposed.
Jennifer ran a hand through his hair, silently encouraging him on. He placed his hands on her buttocks, pulling her closer to him and inching her dress further up her thighs. He reached behind her head and released her hair from the bun, saying, "This has got to go."
"So does this," she countered, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
He grinned and attacked her neck with his mouth. Running his hands over the silky strap of her dress, he decided, "This would look much better on the floor." His hands found the back zipper and he ran it down her back, kissing the flesh exposed by the fallen dress.
"So would these," she said slyly, releasing his belt from the buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then gently pushing them past his waist.
"And this," he said, running his hand along the edge of her strapless bra, "is definitely not necessary."
"Definitely not," she responded breathlessly as he released the clasp, tossed the bra onto the floor and tickled a nipple with his tongue.
"Ben's asleep?" she asked softly, slightly distracted by her husband tugging at the edge of her stockings, trying desperately to release them from the garter belt.
"What the hell is up with this shit?" he said, frustrated and sitting back on his heels, inspecting the contraption.
"Here, let me help," she said reaching down and unsnapping the stockings. "I asked you a question, baby."
Tim disposed of one stocking, then the other. "Better, much, much better. Ben's sleeping like a rock. Poor kid was wiped out."
"You know," Jennifer said, standing up from the couch, "I'm pretty wiped out myself." She started down the hallway, pulling her dress back up over her shoulders, leaving Tim sitting on the floor, mouth open-wide in shock.
"Hell no, woman." He growled and jumped up, buttoning his pants and chasing her down the hall. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed.
She laughed as he kissed her ankle, and began trailing kisses up her legs, pushing the hem of her dress upward as he progressed. "You're not helping me get to sleep, you know."
Tim raised himself even with her face. She could see the passion burning behind his eyes as he responded; "There will be no sleep tonight."
"Really?" she asked curiously.
"Really," he responded, quite confidently.
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The night's events replayed in Tim's head as he slept, tossing and turning. Jennifer - the car chase - the accident - Alison getting out of her car - he sees Alison point the gun at Jennifer - he doesn't respond fast enough - Jennifer collapses to the ground instead of Alison.
"Jennifer!" he screams, hearing his name called.
"Tim, wake up, you're dreaming." She's awake, trying to coax her husband out of his dream. "Honey, come on, wake up," she pleads.
Tim's eyes fly open, his heart races and his breathing is shallow. "You're dead," he tells her, still not quite awake.
"No honey, I'm fine, I'm right here in our bed, lying right next to you," she explains gently, running her fingers through his hair.
He grabs Jennifer by the shoulders, lowering her body to his. "I saw you fall," he whispers into her hair, tears stinging his eyes, "I saw you die instead of her."
"Baby, it was just a dream."
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The next morning, Tim, Jennifer stopped in at police headquarters to give their statements while Ben watched TV with Tyler in the break room.
"IA will investigate the shooting, Speed," Tripp said gently, making notes in the file spread out across the table. "Standard procedure, you know how it goes."
"Yeah," Tim said quietly. He hadn't been able to sleep after his dream the night before, constantly reliving the shooting in his mind.
"Frank and I both think that you guys should talk to the department psychologist," Horatio said.
"I don't need a shrink, H," Speed said defensively.
"Honey, I agree with them." Jennifer said, laying a hand on Tim's arm.
He started to give her a nasty look, but then, remembering the intensity of his dream, rolled his eyes instead. "Fine, whatever, I'll go see the shrink."
"You could go into it with a positive attitude, Speed." Horatio said sarcastically.
"Don't ask for what I can't deliver, boss," he said, picking up a pen to sign off on the forms Frank had passed across the table.