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 1: 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.
A/N 2: The Prolouge kicks in at the end of this chapter, and will be repeated (and changed slightly, now that you know it's Leanna sleeping in his bed) for continuity of the story!!
Chapter 9
Horatio and Leanna stepped into the interrogation room. Horatio thought Klein might be asleep. The older man's head was propped up in his hands, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was regular.
"I'm tired, Caine, and I want to go home. Are they done with Vincent's house yet?"
Klein's a little whiny when he's tired, Leanna laughed to herself.
"Sure, Max, you can go home." Horatio grinned.
"Well, it's about damned time." Klein stood, packing his briefcase.
"You can go home, but Vincent here, he's going to be staying with us for a while."
Klein's expression was crestfallen. "What?"
Horatio slid two files across the table. "The bullets we found in each of our four husbands were fired from the gun we found in Mr. Wagner's bedside table."
Klein's balding head was turning red. Horatio continued, "And to add insult to injury, Max, we found a knife in Vincent's closet and wouldn't you know it? We found DNA from each one of our female victims."
"Your brilliant crime spree is over, Vincent," Leanna chimed in.
"Okay, Horatio, let's talk." Max's tone was desperate. "My client isn't well."
"Well that, Max, is quite possibly the understatement of the century."
"Vincent," Klein began to explain, "was severely abused as a child." He looked sympathetically at his client, who stared ahead with steely eyes. "When Vincent was born, the doctors told his parents that he was a hermaphrodite- born with both male and female genitalia. His father had three sons from a previous marriage and wanted a daughter, so he made the decision to raise Vincent as a girl - Victoria."
"Vincent's mother," he stopped. "Well, it's not right to speak of the dead."
"Drop the southern genteel gentleman crap, Max," Horatio spat out.
"Okay, okay. Vincent's mother was devastated that her seemingly perfect child wasn't perfect. Her anger towards Vincent manifested itself in sexual, verbal and physical abuse," Klein explained.
"When Vincent finally moved out of his parent's home, he decided to live his life as a man - just like he'd always believed he was. He took testosterone and had plastic surgery to provide him that which nature denied."
"Well that explains the bills that were found," Leanna stated.
"So how did the killing start, Vincent?" Horatio demanded.
"My mother," his voice was solid, monotone, void of emotion. "She saw me one afternoon, recognized me, followed me. She pushed her way into my home, belittling me, criticizing me. Calling me a lesbian was just the tip of the iceberg. She was a monster."
He sighed. "I was wearing sweatpants that day. I'd just had my first surgery and she ripped them off me. She stared at my new penis and laughed. She told me that I'd be a bigger failure with it than I was as a woman."
Leanna watched him carefully. "You killed your mother, didn't you Vincent."
He grinned. "She was the first to die."
"So, why these women, Vincent?" Horatio displayed photographs of the murdered women on the table.
Leanna shuddered when he answered. "They reminded me of her."
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Leanna stepped into the trace lab, circling her arms around Tim's waist and resting her head on his back. "It's over," she mumbled.
Tim's mind began to race, recalling his earlier conversation with Calleigh. He'd been preparing himself for this moment, but Tim's heart dropped into his stomach anyway. "What's over?" he asked cautiously, dreading her answer.
Leanna shuddered, burying her face in Tim's shoulder. "Vincent confessed, but he's unfortunately got a hell of a case for insanity, and Klein's going to pursue it for all it's worth."
Relief flooded over him and he turned to gather Leanna into his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Can we go home?" she yawned and snuggled deep into his embrace, "I'm so tired."
Tim glanced at his watch - it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening. They'd been called back into the office at four that morning. "Yeah, okay, I'm done here."
She ran her finger down his chest and smiled. "I seem to recall owing you five minutes, mister."
He touched her cheek gently. "We'll get some sleep and then talk about it, Lea."
"Sleep," she muttered. "I have to admit that sounds almost as good as making love to you."
He smiled weakly. "Let's just go home, Lea."
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Tim sat in the window seat of his bedroom, clad only in a pair of plaid cotton boxers. Quietly opening the window, he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. Moonlight danced through the filmy curtains, casting intermittent shadows over Leanna's peaceful features. He leaned his back against the wall and propped his feet up on the other side, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft sounds of the Miami night.
I wasn't prepared, he thought, turning his head slightly to gaze at her. Soft amber curls cascaded across her pillow, the red a stark contrast to the ivory of Tim's cotton pillowcases. He imagined her bright green eyes dancing beneath their lids, dreaming only of him. One hand was tucked beneath her pillow and the other had come to rest in the middle of the bed when Tim had rolled out of it a few moments ago.
She'd come home, but not for him - Calleigh's words echoed in his head. She'd come back for a case, for Horatio. She really wasn't his any more, and yet she still possessed every fiber of his soul. His worst fears had been realized the moment she'd stepped off the plane. He still loved her.
They don't understand, he sighed, flicking ashes into an empty beer bottle. How could anyone possibly understand how he'd so easily taken this woman back into his life, back into his bed? They didn't understand because they didn't love her the way he loved her.
"Tim?" She'd woken, but hadn't moved. He turned to watch her again.
"Yeah, babe?"
She stroked the spot Tim had occupied when she'd fallen asleep with her fingertips. "I'm awfully lonely over here all by myself."
A grin tugged at his lips. He exhaled the last drag of his cigarette, quickly shoving the remnant into the bottle and standing. He teased, "Maybe you should snuggle up to your pillow."
She smiled sleepily. "My pillow can't give me what I want right now."
He crossed over to the bed and slid in next to her. Tracing her cheek with his fingertip, he asked quietly, "And what's that?"
She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her leg around his waist. Her lips trailed hot kisses on his neck. He moaned as her hand slid seductively down his chest. "You," she whispered, sliding her tongue gently into his ear, "make love to me, my future husband."
Tim snapped back into reality and he caught her hand's procession past his waist. "Leanna, stop."
His tone startled her, and when she looked up at him, he turned away from her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"How do you know we're doing the right thing?"
"Excuse me?"
Tim turned his head to face her. His eyes were darkened, not with desire, but with fear and confusion. "Answer me. How do you know we're doing the right thing, being here, together, talking about getting married? You've been back a week, Leanna. A week, and you're engaged to someone else."
Leanna was beginning to panic, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Tim just wasn't heartless enough to make her fall in love with him all over again and then dump her, just to prove some macho point. "I love you," her voice trembled.
"Do you?" he accused, rolling onto his back. "You thought you loved Jonathan before you came out here. Why am I supposed to believe that you won't fall back in love with him when you've been back in Washington for a week, or ten days or a month, or however long you're planning to leave me again?"
"Tim, look at me." She sat up and clasped his face with her hands. "I love you. I thought that love like ours only came around once in a lifetime. I knew I'd already had - and lost it. Jonathan's a wonderful man, Tim, but I never loved him the way I love you."
"My heart," she began to cry softly, "my heart is here with you. My future is here, with you. You are the only man I have ever loved and the only man I ever want to love. We're two halves of a whole soul, and you and I both know it. Come with me to Washington. That way, you can make sure I come home – with you."
The words were music to his soul, everything he needed so desperately to hear from her. She wanted him to go with her, to see and, for the most part, to end her life in Washington. He laughed and kissed her forehead. "I don't have to go to Washington with you, Lea, I trust you."
"I'm glad that you trust me, but I want you to come with me." Leanna traced his cheek with her fingertips. "I love you so much," she whispered.
"I love you too, baby," he answered. Tim ran a hand through the silky tresses of her hair, gently pulling her face to his. He kissed her deeply, rolling Leanna to her back, pressing her into the mattress.
"What, uh, did you say about five minutes earlier?" he asked, inching the hem of her tank top up with his fingertips. Goosebumps immediately appeared on Leanna's soft skin, and Tim followed their trail up her abdomen with kisses.
"I said...Oh God," Leanna moaned as Tim captured a nipple in his mouth and began to suck lightly.
Tim looked up at her and grinned. "No, I don't think that was it," he teased, earning a playful slap on the arm.
"This isn't the time for jokes, Tim," she warned gently, exacting her revenge by sliding her hand under the waistband of his boxers and enveloping his hardening sex with her fingers. She smirked silently when his eyes darkened and slightly rolled back into his head.
He tried to resist the sensations her touch was creating, and concentrated on removing the tank top and the black lace underwear she was wearing. He slid one finger into her, then a second, succumbing to the pleasure washing over him as she began to ride his fingers and moan his name. "What is it time for, Lea?" he asked.
Her fingers traced the length of him with feather light touches, driving him absolutely mad with desire. "Make love to me," she answered, her voice low and husky with desire.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, shedding his boxers and positioning himself between her legs. He kissed her gently, smiling against her lips as their tongues dueled for control. Leanna's hands were on his buttocks, desperately trying to push him inside of her. "Please," she begged breathlessly.
He shook his head, lowering his lips to her breast, tickling a taut nipple with his tongue. "You promised we'd go slow next time, and this is next time," he argued.
Leanna whimpered beneath him, and lifted his face up. "Technically," she argued.
Tim grinned. "This isn't the time for technicalities, Lea."
"Well, then what?" she whined.
"This," he answered, sliding into her, allowing the sensation of being inside her again wash over him. Leanna gasped as he filled her and then sighed contentedly, running her fingers over his back. Tim's lips trailed down to her shoulder, and he sucked lightly on the spot that drove her crazy as he began to move slowly.
"You feel so good," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers and kissing her while their bodies rocked together gracefully and powerfully. Leanna's fingernails dug into his back as he moved inside her, and he sensed her climax approaching quickly. He lifted her leg just slightly, so that she was taking him in at a different angle. Tim buried his face into her auburn curls. "Just let go, baby," he encouraged, increasing his tempo to bring her over the edge, "let it all go."
Her back arched as she came, the passion in her voice overwhelming him as she moaned his name. "I'm right here," he cried out softly, spilling into her, "just let it all go."
He held her there for what seemed like an eternity, until their bodies began to cool and tremors ceased. He trailed wet kisses across her chest and slid out of her, gathering her into his arms and spooning his body with hers.
He stroked her damp hair while she traced lazy circles on his arm. "I really don't have to go to Washington with you, Lea," he said quietly.
She laughed and snuggled deeper into his embrace. "I don't know, honey, four years is a lot of time to make up for, and I'm just not sure I can let you out of my sight for a week."
Tim kissed her shoulder, running his tongue over her smooth skin. "I think I've got some time off coming to me."
"How much time?" she asked curiously, turning in his arms to face him. "After all, we've got a honeymoon to take, too."
"Oh yeah, that's right," he answered, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. "Honeymoons take a lot of practice."
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 1: 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.
A/N 2: The Prolouge kicks in at the end of this chapter, and will be repeated (and changed slightly, now that you know it's Leanna sleeping in his bed) for continuity of the story!!
Chapter 9
Horatio and Leanna stepped into the interrogation room. Horatio thought Klein might be asleep. The older man's head was propped up in his hands, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was regular.
"I'm tired, Caine, and I want to go home. Are they done with Vincent's house yet?"
Klein's a little whiny when he's tired, Leanna laughed to herself.
"Sure, Max, you can go home." Horatio grinned.
"Well, it's about damned time." Klein stood, packing his briefcase.
"You can go home, but Vincent here, he's going to be staying with us for a while."
Klein's expression was crestfallen. "What?"
Horatio slid two files across the table. "The bullets we found in each of our four husbands were fired from the gun we found in Mr. Wagner's bedside table."
Klein's balding head was turning red. Horatio continued, "And to add insult to injury, Max, we found a knife in Vincent's closet and wouldn't you know it? We found DNA from each one of our female victims."
"Your brilliant crime spree is over, Vincent," Leanna chimed in.
"Okay, Horatio, let's talk." Max's tone was desperate. "My client isn't well."
"Well that, Max, is quite possibly the understatement of the century."
"Vincent," Klein began to explain, "was severely abused as a child." He looked sympathetically at his client, who stared ahead with steely eyes. "When Vincent was born, the doctors told his parents that he was a hermaphrodite- born with both male and female genitalia. His father had three sons from a previous marriage and wanted a daughter, so he made the decision to raise Vincent as a girl - Victoria."
"Vincent's mother," he stopped. "Well, it's not right to speak of the dead."
"Drop the southern genteel gentleman crap, Max," Horatio spat out.
"Okay, okay. Vincent's mother was devastated that her seemingly perfect child wasn't perfect. Her anger towards Vincent manifested itself in sexual, verbal and physical abuse," Klein explained.
"When Vincent finally moved out of his parent's home, he decided to live his life as a man - just like he'd always believed he was. He took testosterone and had plastic surgery to provide him that which nature denied."
"Well that explains the bills that were found," Leanna stated.
"So how did the killing start, Vincent?" Horatio demanded.
"My mother," his voice was solid, monotone, void of emotion. "She saw me one afternoon, recognized me, followed me. She pushed her way into my home, belittling me, criticizing me. Calling me a lesbian was just the tip of the iceberg. She was a monster."
He sighed. "I was wearing sweatpants that day. I'd just had my first surgery and she ripped them off me. She stared at my new penis and laughed. She told me that I'd be a bigger failure with it than I was as a woman."
Leanna watched him carefully. "You killed your mother, didn't you Vincent."
He grinned. "She was the first to die."
"So, why these women, Vincent?" Horatio displayed photographs of the murdered women on the table.
Leanna shuddered when he answered. "They reminded me of her."
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Leanna stepped into the trace lab, circling her arms around Tim's waist and resting her head on his back. "It's over," she mumbled.
Tim's mind began to race, recalling his earlier conversation with Calleigh. He'd been preparing himself for this moment, but Tim's heart dropped into his stomach anyway. "What's over?" he asked cautiously, dreading her answer.
Leanna shuddered, burying her face in Tim's shoulder. "Vincent confessed, but he's unfortunately got a hell of a case for insanity, and Klein's going to pursue it for all it's worth."
Relief flooded over him and he turned to gather Leanna into his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Can we go home?" she yawned and snuggled deep into his embrace, "I'm so tired."
Tim glanced at his watch - it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening. They'd been called back into the office at four that morning. "Yeah, okay, I'm done here."
She ran her finger down his chest and smiled. "I seem to recall owing you five minutes, mister."
He touched her cheek gently. "We'll get some sleep and then talk about it, Lea."
"Sleep," she muttered. "I have to admit that sounds almost as good as making love to you."
He smiled weakly. "Let's just go home, Lea."
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Tim sat in the window seat of his bedroom, clad only in a pair of plaid cotton boxers. Quietly opening the window, he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. Moonlight danced through the filmy curtains, casting intermittent shadows over Leanna's peaceful features. He leaned his back against the wall and propped his feet up on the other side, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft sounds of the Miami night.
I wasn't prepared, he thought, turning his head slightly to gaze at her. Soft amber curls cascaded across her pillow, the red a stark contrast to the ivory of Tim's cotton pillowcases. He imagined her bright green eyes dancing beneath their lids, dreaming only of him. One hand was tucked beneath her pillow and the other had come to rest in the middle of the bed when Tim had rolled out of it a few moments ago.
She'd come home, but not for him - Calleigh's words echoed in his head. She'd come back for a case, for Horatio. She really wasn't his any more, and yet she still possessed every fiber of his soul. His worst fears had been realized the moment she'd stepped off the plane. He still loved her.
They don't understand, he sighed, flicking ashes into an empty beer bottle. How could anyone possibly understand how he'd so easily taken this woman back into his life, back into his bed? They didn't understand because they didn't love her the way he loved her.
"Tim?" She'd woken, but hadn't moved. He turned to watch her again.
"Yeah, babe?"
She stroked the spot Tim had occupied when she'd fallen asleep with her fingertips. "I'm awfully lonely over here all by myself."
A grin tugged at his lips. He exhaled the last drag of his cigarette, quickly shoving the remnant into the bottle and standing. He teased, "Maybe you should snuggle up to your pillow."
She smiled sleepily. "My pillow can't give me what I want right now."
He crossed over to the bed and slid in next to her. Tracing her cheek with his fingertip, he asked quietly, "And what's that?"
She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her leg around his waist. Her lips trailed hot kisses on his neck. He moaned as her hand slid seductively down his chest. "You," she whispered, sliding her tongue gently into his ear, "make love to me, my future husband."
Tim snapped back into reality and he caught her hand's procession past his waist. "Leanna, stop."
His tone startled her, and when she looked up at him, he turned away from her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"How do you know we're doing the right thing?"
"Excuse me?"
Tim turned his head to face her. His eyes were darkened, not with desire, but with fear and confusion. "Answer me. How do you know we're doing the right thing, being here, together, talking about getting married? You've been back a week, Leanna. A week, and you're engaged to someone else."
Leanna was beginning to panic, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Tim just wasn't heartless enough to make her fall in love with him all over again and then dump her, just to prove some macho point. "I love you," her voice trembled.
"Do you?" he accused, rolling onto his back. "You thought you loved Jonathan before you came out here. Why am I supposed to believe that you won't fall back in love with him when you've been back in Washington for a week, or ten days or a month, or however long you're planning to leave me again?"
"Tim, look at me." She sat up and clasped his face with her hands. "I love you. I thought that love like ours only came around once in a lifetime. I knew I'd already had - and lost it. Jonathan's a wonderful man, Tim, but I never loved him the way I love you."
"My heart," she began to cry softly, "my heart is here with you. My future is here, with you. You are the only man I have ever loved and the only man I ever want to love. We're two halves of a whole soul, and you and I both know it. Come with me to Washington. That way, you can make sure I come home – with you."
The words were music to his soul, everything he needed so desperately to hear from her. She wanted him to go with her, to see and, for the most part, to end her life in Washington. He laughed and kissed her forehead. "I don't have to go to Washington with you, Lea, I trust you."
"I'm glad that you trust me, but I want you to come with me." Leanna traced his cheek with her fingertips. "I love you so much," she whispered.
"I love you too, baby," he answered. Tim ran a hand through the silky tresses of her hair, gently pulling her face to his. He kissed her deeply, rolling Leanna to her back, pressing her into the mattress.
"What, uh, did you say about five minutes earlier?" he asked, inching the hem of her tank top up with his fingertips. Goosebumps immediately appeared on Leanna's soft skin, and Tim followed their trail up her abdomen with kisses.
"I said...Oh God," Leanna moaned as Tim captured a nipple in his mouth and began to suck lightly.
Tim looked up at her and grinned. "No, I don't think that was it," he teased, earning a playful slap on the arm.
"This isn't the time for jokes, Tim," she warned gently, exacting her revenge by sliding her hand under the waistband of his boxers and enveloping his hardening sex with her fingers. She smirked silently when his eyes darkened and slightly rolled back into his head.
He tried to resist the sensations her touch was creating, and concentrated on removing the tank top and the black lace underwear she was wearing. He slid one finger into her, then a second, succumbing to the pleasure washing over him as she began to ride his fingers and moan his name. "What is it time for, Lea?" he asked.
Her fingers traced the length of him with feather light touches, driving him absolutely mad with desire. "Make love to me," she answered, her voice low and husky with desire.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, shedding his boxers and positioning himself between her legs. He kissed her gently, smiling against her lips as their tongues dueled for control. Leanna's hands were on his buttocks, desperately trying to push him inside of her. "Please," she begged breathlessly.
He shook his head, lowering his lips to her breast, tickling a taut nipple with his tongue. "You promised we'd go slow next time, and this is next time," he argued.
Leanna whimpered beneath him, and lifted his face up. "Technically," she argued.
Tim grinned. "This isn't the time for technicalities, Lea."
"Well, then what?" she whined.
"This," he answered, sliding into her, allowing the sensation of being inside her again wash over him. Leanna gasped as he filled her and then sighed contentedly, running her fingers over his back. Tim's lips trailed down to her shoulder, and he sucked lightly on the spot that drove her crazy as he began to move slowly.
"You feel so good," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers and kissing her while their bodies rocked together gracefully and powerfully. Leanna's fingernails dug into his back as he moved inside her, and he sensed her climax approaching quickly. He lifted her leg just slightly, so that she was taking him in at a different angle. Tim buried his face into her auburn curls. "Just let go, baby," he encouraged, increasing his tempo to bring her over the edge, "let it all go."
Her back arched as she came, the passion in her voice overwhelming him as she moaned his name. "I'm right here," he cried out softly, spilling into her, "just let it all go."
He held her there for what seemed like an eternity, until their bodies began to cool and tremors ceased. He trailed wet kisses across her chest and slid out of her, gathering her into his arms and spooning his body with hers.
He stroked her damp hair while she traced lazy circles on his arm. "I really don't have to go to Washington with you, Lea," he said quietly.
She laughed and snuggled deeper into his embrace. "I don't know, honey, four years is a lot of time to make up for, and I'm just not sure I can let you out of my sight for a week."
Tim kissed her shoulder, running his tongue over her smooth skin. "I think I've got some time off coming to me."
"How much time?" she asked curiously, turning in his arms to face him. "After all, we've got a honeymoon to take, too."
"Oh yeah, that's right," he answered, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. "Honeymoons take a lot of practice."