Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, including Tim
Speedle, (sigh), but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Rating: R, R, and more R
Pairings: Speed/OC, Speed/Calleigh, Calleigh/?
Summary: The team searches for a serial killer before he strikes again, bringing an old flame back to Miami and destroying Tim's precarious relationship with Calleigh.
A/N: This story just would not leave me alone! I went back and re- read it the other day and decided that I could do better. Therefore, I am reposting the story with corrections, no major changes. This time, I have given a lot more backstory on the fight that broke Tim and Leanna up, among other things.
Chapter 2
Speed gripped the steering wheel and fought to control his breathing. What the hell, he thought to himself, she can't be coming back. I can't deal with this, his mind screamed. Tim maneuvered the Hummer through the heavy afternoon traffic, heading for the airport. His brain swirled with memories of them, of her. He shook his head to eliminate the thoughts and tried to concentrate on the traffic.
"Fuck," he said, not realizing he'd said it aloud.
"Speed, you okay?" Tim glared at his best friend who was riding shotgun.
"Just freakin' peachy," he snarled, weaving into the fast lane of traffic.
Eric reasoned that he enjoyed living far too much to press Speed with any more questions. They rode in silence for the rest of the drive. Tim whipped the Hummer into a parking spot reserved for police vehicles near the entrance to the International Airport.
He yanked a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit it. Taking a long drag, his mind reasoned with his heart. You can do this, Speed, he thought to himself, she's just the profiler coming in to assist on the case. You're just the cop who was sent to pick her up. He took a final drag off the cigarette and stomped it out just before they reached the automatic doors leading into the airport concourse.
Eric wandered into a gift shop across from where Speed leaned against a column, arms folded purposely across his chest; jaw clenched and eyes set firmly. Eric kept one eye on his best friend and one eye on the latest copy of Gear magazine. He flipped through it distractedly, more interested in Speed's reaction to this profiler than to the young model gracing the magazine's spread. Whoever this chick is, Eric thought, Speed's determined not to let her get to him.
After twenty minutes of flipping, Eric noticed movement. Speed had abandoned his spot on the column and was now walking slowly past the gift shop with his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Eric placed the magazine back in the rack and started down the concourse behind his friend.
"Wow," Eric thought to himself as he noticed Speed approaching a beautiful redhead making her way into the concourse. He could tell from the look in Tim's eyes that this was the woman they'd been waiting for. Actually, it was pretty obvious that this woman was FBI. She was dressed like a fed – only better – navy blue pinstripe suit, just tight enough to be form fitting, not tight enough to be vulgar. A silky white tank top peeked out from behind the jacket, and she wore a simple white gold diamond pendant. Her auburn hair was pulled up in a clip at the back of her head, and as Eric got closer, he noticed a very faint smattering of freckles across her nose and the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen. She was tall – Eric estimated her height to around 5' 10".
She was breathtaking. But there was something else, something in the way Speed looked at her. The way his eyes lit up, betraying his resolve to keep his emotions in check. Eric knew immediately that his friend had been in love with this woman and might still be.
"Lea," Tim stated simply, his brain continuing its fight with his heart for control of his body and voice.
"Tim," she sighed, then directed her attention to Eric. "Leanna Coleman, FBI."
He took the hand she offered and shook it. "Eric Delko, CSI. It's every nice to meet you Miss Coleman."
She laughed the sweetest laugh Eric thought he'd ever heard. "Please, Eric. I'm Leanna or Lea, whichever you prefer."
Eric blushed and hung his head just slightly. "Okay," he said quietly.
Tim watched the display between Leanna and Eric with steely eyes. Is Eric flirting with her, his brain screamed? "Are you two done? Because I'd really like to get back to work catching this killer," he spat out irritably.
Leanna considered him for a moment and then leaned in to Eric, "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." They both laughed before being stared down by Tim. Leanna swallowed a smile and cleared her throat. "Well boys, I may be FBI, but I'm also a woman, and God knows this," she said, handing her carry-on bag to Eric, "isn't all the luggage I brought."
Eric laughed as he accepted the carry-on, and happily followed Leanna down the concourse, toward the baggage carousels. He cast a glance back at Speed, who ran a hand through his hair and down his face. "You comin', man?" Eric asked.
Tim shot Eric a nasty glare and breezed past him. "I can't freakin' believe you," he said under his breath.
Standing next to Leanna at baggage claim, Tim noticed a diamond ring on her left hand as she reached in to pull a bag off the conveyer belt. Sheer, intense jealousy, even anger, bubbled up inside the normally reserved CSI. He pushed the feelings back down before commenting, "That's new," as he accepted the bag from her.
A hot blush spread across Leanna's face and she pulled her hand away quickly. "Yeah," she responded, leaning in to grab another bag.
She handed the second bag to Eric and the trio made their way out of the airport. Tim was still fuming as he tossed her suitcase into the back of the Hummer. He opened the driver's side door and got in. She can open her own damn door, he thought, or better yet her fiancé can open it for her.
Eric shook his head at Tim's bad manners and opened the front passenger door for Leanna.
They rode in torturous silence for twenty-three minutes. Eric knew, because he had been checking his watch methodically. Just when he'd gotten up the nerve to break his silence, his cell phone rang.
"Delko," he answered quickly.
"Eric, have you picked up Leanna yet?"
"Yeah."
Horatio laughed. "Don't want to elaborate on that, do you Eric?"
The young CSI smiled; then whispered to his boss, "Well they haven't killed one another yet, if that's what you mean."
"Keep your weapon handy, just in case," Horatio admonished and Eric debated whether or not his boss was serious.
"You got it, H." Eric snapped his phone shut and returned it to the clip on his belt.
"Horatio was checking on us, huh?" Leanna asked, turning in the front seat to face Eric.
"Something like that, yeah."
Rating: R, R, and more R
Pairings: Speed/OC, Speed/Calleigh, Calleigh/?
Summary: The team searches for a serial killer before he strikes again, bringing an old flame back to Miami and destroying Tim's precarious relationship with Calleigh.
A/N: This story just would not leave me alone! I went back and re- read it the other day and decided that I could do better. Therefore, I am reposting the story with corrections, no major changes. This time, I have given a lot more backstory on the fight that broke Tim and Leanna up, among other things.
Chapter 2
Speed gripped the steering wheel and fought to control his breathing. What the hell, he thought to himself, she can't be coming back. I can't deal with this, his mind screamed. Tim maneuvered the Hummer through the heavy afternoon traffic, heading for the airport. His brain swirled with memories of them, of her. He shook his head to eliminate the thoughts and tried to concentrate on the traffic.
"Fuck," he said, not realizing he'd said it aloud.
"Speed, you okay?" Tim glared at his best friend who was riding shotgun.
"Just freakin' peachy," he snarled, weaving into the fast lane of traffic.
Eric reasoned that he enjoyed living far too much to press Speed with any more questions. They rode in silence for the rest of the drive. Tim whipped the Hummer into a parking spot reserved for police vehicles near the entrance to the International Airport.
He yanked a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit it. Taking a long drag, his mind reasoned with his heart. You can do this, Speed, he thought to himself, she's just the profiler coming in to assist on the case. You're just the cop who was sent to pick her up. He took a final drag off the cigarette and stomped it out just before they reached the automatic doors leading into the airport concourse.
Eric wandered into a gift shop across from where Speed leaned against a column, arms folded purposely across his chest; jaw clenched and eyes set firmly. Eric kept one eye on his best friend and one eye on the latest copy of Gear magazine. He flipped through it distractedly, more interested in Speed's reaction to this profiler than to the young model gracing the magazine's spread. Whoever this chick is, Eric thought, Speed's determined not to let her get to him.
After twenty minutes of flipping, Eric noticed movement. Speed had abandoned his spot on the column and was now walking slowly past the gift shop with his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Eric placed the magazine back in the rack and started down the concourse behind his friend.
"Wow," Eric thought to himself as he noticed Speed approaching a beautiful redhead making her way into the concourse. He could tell from the look in Tim's eyes that this was the woman they'd been waiting for. Actually, it was pretty obvious that this woman was FBI. She was dressed like a fed – only better – navy blue pinstripe suit, just tight enough to be form fitting, not tight enough to be vulgar. A silky white tank top peeked out from behind the jacket, and she wore a simple white gold diamond pendant. Her auburn hair was pulled up in a clip at the back of her head, and as Eric got closer, he noticed a very faint smattering of freckles across her nose and the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen. She was tall – Eric estimated her height to around 5' 10".
She was breathtaking. But there was something else, something in the way Speed looked at her. The way his eyes lit up, betraying his resolve to keep his emotions in check. Eric knew immediately that his friend had been in love with this woman and might still be.
"Lea," Tim stated simply, his brain continuing its fight with his heart for control of his body and voice.
"Tim," she sighed, then directed her attention to Eric. "Leanna Coleman, FBI."
He took the hand she offered and shook it. "Eric Delko, CSI. It's every nice to meet you Miss Coleman."
She laughed the sweetest laugh Eric thought he'd ever heard. "Please, Eric. I'm Leanna or Lea, whichever you prefer."
Eric blushed and hung his head just slightly. "Okay," he said quietly.
Tim watched the display between Leanna and Eric with steely eyes. Is Eric flirting with her, his brain screamed? "Are you two done? Because I'd really like to get back to work catching this killer," he spat out irritably.
Leanna considered him for a moment and then leaned in to Eric, "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." They both laughed before being stared down by Tim. Leanna swallowed a smile and cleared her throat. "Well boys, I may be FBI, but I'm also a woman, and God knows this," she said, handing her carry-on bag to Eric, "isn't all the luggage I brought."
Eric laughed as he accepted the carry-on, and happily followed Leanna down the concourse, toward the baggage carousels. He cast a glance back at Speed, who ran a hand through his hair and down his face. "You comin', man?" Eric asked.
Tim shot Eric a nasty glare and breezed past him. "I can't freakin' believe you," he said under his breath.
Standing next to Leanna at baggage claim, Tim noticed a diamond ring on her left hand as she reached in to pull a bag off the conveyer belt. Sheer, intense jealousy, even anger, bubbled up inside the normally reserved CSI. He pushed the feelings back down before commenting, "That's new," as he accepted the bag from her.
A hot blush spread across Leanna's face and she pulled her hand away quickly. "Yeah," she responded, leaning in to grab another bag.
She handed the second bag to Eric and the trio made their way out of the airport. Tim was still fuming as he tossed her suitcase into the back of the Hummer. He opened the driver's side door and got in. She can open her own damn door, he thought, or better yet her fiancé can open it for her.
Eric shook his head at Tim's bad manners and opened the front passenger door for Leanna.
They rode in torturous silence for twenty-three minutes. Eric knew, because he had been checking his watch methodically. Just when he'd gotten up the nerve to break his silence, his cell phone rang.
"Delko," he answered quickly.
"Eric, have you picked up Leanna yet?"
"Yeah."
Horatio laughed. "Don't want to elaborate on that, do you Eric?"
The young CSI smiled; then whispered to his boss, "Well they haven't killed one another yet, if that's what you mean."
"Keep your weapon handy, just in case," Horatio admonished and Eric debated whether or not his boss was serious.
"You got it, H." Eric snapped his phone shut and returned it to the clip on his belt.
"Horatio was checking on us, huh?" Leanna asked, turning in the front seat to face Eric.
"Something like that, yeah."