Disclaimer - I don't own any of the CSI characters, including Tim Speedle,
sigh, but hey, a girl can dream, can't she? I do, however, own Leanna and
Nicholas. They are part of my master plan to create a life for Timmy
outside the office.
Pairings - Tim and his lovely wife Leanna, Horatio & Calleigh, Eric & Valera
Rating – Still R- Timmy refrains from any use of the F-word this time, but I told you guys before I might feel like a little make-up sex, well, here you go!
Summary – Two prominent physicians are murdered in their Coconut Grove home. All clues point back to the couple's daughter, who is hiding more than one devastating secret. This chapter is a little long, but I think everyone's ready for Tim and Lea to make up, I know I am. I hate writing them fighting.
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Eric and Valera offered to pick Nicholas up from daycare so that Tim and Leanna could have some time together to work things out. Tim took advantage of the situation, leaving the lab early to go home and prepare a special evening for his wife.
He draped the kitchen table with Leanna's favorite lace tablecloth and set out their crystal candlesticks. He placed the dozen fire-and-ice roses he'd bought for her and a present for the new baby in the center of the table. For dinner, he prepared cilantro chicken and grilled vegetables - the same anniversary dinner he'd made Leanna the day she'd told him she was pregnant with Nicholas.
Tim was sitting at the kitchen table when Leanna came in. She examined the room – the soft candlelight, the flowers, the wonderful smells coming from the oven. "What's all this?" she asked quietly, still obviously upset.
Tim stood from the table and began walking slowly toward his wife. "It's to show you how sorry I am for earlier."
She crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring her husband's pursuit and his sparkling chocolate eyes. "You should be," she spat out. "How could you say that, Tim? We're having a baby. This isn't some puppy you can get rid of because it interferes with your great life plan..."
She was cut off when Tim wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, crushing his lips against hers. "I love you," he moaned against her mouth.
Leanna wiggled out of his embrace. "You think this is going to fix it, Tim? A nice dinner and roses?"
Tim rested against the countertop. Dejected, he hung his head. "I'd kind of hoped," he muttered.
"I'm sure you did," she said sarcastically, exiting the kitchen and starting down the hallway.
Tim followed. "Leanna," he called out as he walked, "Lea, baby, come on."
She stopped in the middle of the hallway and spun around to face him. "Don't Lea me, or baby me. I'm having a child you don't want. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, Tim?"
Hot, angry tears began spilling out of Leanna's green eyes. Tim pulled his wife into his arms and stroked her auburn curls while she sobbed. "Lea," he whispered, "please don't think for one minute that I don't want this baby, because I do. I just...I wasn't expecting this, and I reacted...badly. I'm sorry."
He cradled her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You and Nicholas and this new baby, you are my entire world, don't you know that?"
"I thought I did," she said softly, "but you hurt me today, Tim, you really hurt me."
"I know I did," he admitted. He scooped Leanna up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the center of the bed. "Will you stay here for a minute?" he asked gently.
She nodded and reached for a tissue, then curled up on the bed. He returned a minute later with the present he'd bought for their child and handed it to her. "What's this?" she asked.
"Just open it," he answered with a lopsided grin and sat down on the bed beside her.
Leanna sat up and opened the box to reveal a small, soft pink teddy bear. "Tim..." she said quietly.
He reached out and fingered her soft auburn curls. "I'm kind of hoping for a girl this time," he explained. "Nicholas looks so much like me, I thought maybe if we had a girl, she'd look like you. And I can't think of anything more beautiful than a little girl who'd look exactly like you." He touched her face gently. "These gorgeous green eyes I couldn't forget, even when I wanted to." He ran his hand through her hair. "And this hair – can't you just see her, Lea? With those little red curls, just like you had when you were a baby?"
"I looked like Shirley Temple," Leanna said with a small laugh.
"No, you're too beautiful to ever look like Shirley Temple," he answered tenderly, "just like our daughter will be."
"What if it's another boy?" she asked softly.
He grinned again and started to laugh. "Well, then I guess he'll look a little bit like Opie Taylor."
"Oh, Tim," she sobbed, collapsing into his arms. "I love you so much."
He titled Leanna's face up to his and gently kissed her lips. "I love you," he said, kissing her neck softly. "And I love Nicholas," he said, trailing his lips over her collarbone, "and I love the new baby," he said, kissing the soft spot between her neck and shoulders and rubbing her still- flat stomach.
Leanna rested back on the bed, pulling Tim on top of her. "Well," she responded, fingering the buttons on his shirt. "I love you," she said, releasing one button, "and I love Nicholas," she said, releasing another button, "and I love the new baby," she said, releasing a third button.
"We've, uh, got a lot of love goin' on around here," Tim teased, sliding Leanna's navy blue skirt up her thigh.
"Maybe enough for three kids," she answered, finishing with his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding the zipper down.
Tim groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I wasn't kidding about the vasectomy. We agreed on two kids, and that's what we'll have very soon."
"You'd do that for me?" she asked coyly, pushing his shirt over his shoulders. "You'd get the little snip-snip?"
Tim's chocolate eyes sparkled with desire as he removed her skirt. "Not if you keep talking about it that way," he answered playfully.
"Okay, you win," she said seductively, bringing his hand up to her breast. He teased her through the silky fabric of her bra, gently pinching and stroking her nipples. "Guess I better play with these while I still can," he teased, removing the bra and bringing his mouth down to the taut ivory peaks.
"Um-hum," she moaned with pleasure, "Cause right around December 20th, they won't belong to you for a while."
"The things a father has to sacrifice for his children," Tim shook his head and grinned.
Leanna's fingers enveloped him and he groaned. "But, if you didn't sacrifice anything," she explained, "I'd have nothing to reward you for."
"I need rewards," he moaned, "lots of them." He slipped his fingers beneath her thong and into her silky wetness. Leanna moaned his name as he stroked her. "Do you remember," he asked, his voice husky with need, "how good it was the night we made this baby?" He kissed a wet trail down the side of her neck.
"I remember," she answered, running her thumb over his tip. "It felt like we made love all night."
"Started in the kitchen," he reminded her, slipping his fingers out of her and replacing them with his length. Leanna's eyes rolled back in her head as he filled her. "I'll never look at that countertop the same way again," he teased, moving slowly inside her.
"Or the dining room table, or your recliner, or the hallway..." she said brazenly, running her fingers down the outside of his thighs, enjoying the feel of him inside her.
"We were pretty wild that night," he commented, still stroking her slowly, trying to draw their lovemaking out as long as possible. He kissed her gently, slowly, teasing the sides of her mouth with his tongue.
"Crazy," she agreed, digging her fingernails into his back, silently begging him for more, "insatiable."
He responded to her unspoken request, intertwining their fingers while increasing the tempo. "I love you, Lea," he whispered as he brought her over the edge. "I love you too, Tim," she responded as the orgasm washed over her, bringing Tim along with it. He held her there, gently kissing her and stroking her hair with his fingertips.
"So, what do you want to name her?" Leanna asked sometime later.
Tim grinned and kissed along the side of her neck. "You sure you want to start this again?" he asked curiously. "We couldn't agree on a damned thing until Nick was born."
Leanna swatted him playfully. "I'm hoping you're better with girls names than you were with boys' names," she answered, running her fingers down his toned arm. "I'm going to get big again," she said wistfully.
"First of all, you weren't 'big' the first time, Lea. You were pregnant, there's a difference. And second of all, you've always been gorgeous and incredibly sexy, but if you'll remember, I could barely keep my hands off you when you were pregnant with Nick," he reminded her.
"Wow, you really are sorry," she teased. "Dinner, flowers, a teddy bear and compliments."
"Yeah, speaking of dinner, it's probably burned by now," he said, making an effort to move off her.
She grabbed his arms, and pulled him back down. "I don't care," she explained, running a finger down his chest. "There's cold pizza in the fridge."
Tim laughed and kissed her lightly. "Okay, that's fine, but can I at least go turn the oven off before our house burns down?"
"If you must," she sighed dramatically, pushing him off of her. He grinned and stood, sliding into his boxer shorts. He reached for his jeans, but Leanna shook her finger at him. "Nuh-uh, nothing else, mister. You've got plenty of clothes on right now."
"Slavedriver," he teased, shooting her a fake glare as he made his way out of their bedroom. Leanna stretched her naked form luxuriously across the bed, eliciting a groan from deep within her husband. He walked quickly down the hallway and turned the oven off, then reached for the potholders to remove the burned chicken. He sat it in the sink and opened the refrigerator door. He took out the pizza box and two sodas, then grabbed some napkins and headed back down the hall.
Leanna was propped up on the bed with her book of baby names. He knew she was still naked under the covers and the thought was driving him wild. She looked up at him and grinned. "I took a chance," he said, handing the pizza box to her.
"You read my mind," she congratulated him, flipping open the box and taking out a slice of supreme.
"Yeah, that's why I'm a good husband, I can anticipate my pregnant wife's cravings," he answered sarcastically.
"That and a million other reasons," she nodded, then flipped the book back open. "Allison."
"I knew a girl in high school named Allison, and I couldn't stand her," Tim answered, sliding back under the covers with his slice of pizza.
"Amy," she tried again.
"I like Amy," he nodded, "I could live with Amy."
"Nah, it can't be that easy," she shook her head and frowned. "We're only on page one."
"Well, keep going, there's bound to be something else I like better," he shot back.
"Ashley?"
Tim cringed. "Too cheerleader-ish."
"It is not!" Leanna scoffed. "I had a good friend named Ashley and she was a brainiac like me."
"But on the whole, what do you think of when you hear the name Ashley, or Brittany, or Courtney?" he asked. Leanna opened her mouth to protest, then frowned. "Okay, fine, those three are off the list."
"Nicholas is a good strong name," Tim explained, taking the book away from her. "Our daughter needs a strong name, too. Something that will fit, no matter which role she takes on in life."
He flipped through the pages, scanning the list of names. Bailey, Brooke, Brianna – 'no, no and no,' he thought. Cassandra, Caroline – 'Caroline maybe'; Hannah, Madeline, then he saw it. He closed the book and handed it back to her. "Olivia," he announced.
Leanna swallowed a grin and calmly took the book from him. "Olivia what?" she asked curiously. Tim had chosen her favorite name, and she was having a difficult time concealing her excitement.
He eyed her suspiciously; then stated, "Olivia Grace. Nick's got my middle name, so it's only fair that she have yours."
"I told you you'd be better with girls' names," she said, writing the name down on a piece of paper.
Tim leaned against the pillows and put one arm above his head. "Yeah, it really helps when I pick your favorite name out of the whole book, doesn't it?" he grinned.
Leanna rolled her eyes and scoffed at the suggestion. "I don't know what you are talking about!"
Tim laughed. "Right, Lea. You should have seen your face when I said Olivia. I hit the nail right on the head, baby."
"Keep congratulating yourself, honey," she said sarcastically.
He nodded. "That's right, because I'm the only one who's gonna do it."
"You've been hanging out with Eric far too much recently," she frowned. "You're even starting to sound like him."
Tim grinned and sat the pizza box on the floor. Then he took Leanna's slice from her and placed it on top. Sliding over to her, he ran his finger up her leg. She inhaled sharply and leaned in to his touch. He kissed the side of her neck again, allowing his tongue to trace a path upward to her ear. "So congratulate me," he demanded gently. "I need another of those rewards you promised."
Leanna giggled and slipped her hand beneath the comforter and onto his thigh, slowing snaking upward. "Mmm, when you get rewarded, I definitely get rewarded."
"Hell of a plan, Lea," he moaned, "hell of a plan."
TBC.....
Pairings - Tim and his lovely wife Leanna, Horatio & Calleigh, Eric & Valera
Rating – Still R- Timmy refrains from any use of the F-word this time, but I told you guys before I might feel like a little make-up sex, well, here you go!
Summary – Two prominent physicians are murdered in their Coconut Grove home. All clues point back to the couple's daughter, who is hiding more than one devastating secret. This chapter is a little long, but I think everyone's ready for Tim and Lea to make up, I know I am. I hate writing them fighting.
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Eric and Valera offered to pick Nicholas up from daycare so that Tim and Leanna could have some time together to work things out. Tim took advantage of the situation, leaving the lab early to go home and prepare a special evening for his wife.
He draped the kitchen table with Leanna's favorite lace tablecloth and set out their crystal candlesticks. He placed the dozen fire-and-ice roses he'd bought for her and a present for the new baby in the center of the table. For dinner, he prepared cilantro chicken and grilled vegetables - the same anniversary dinner he'd made Leanna the day she'd told him she was pregnant with Nicholas.
Tim was sitting at the kitchen table when Leanna came in. She examined the room – the soft candlelight, the flowers, the wonderful smells coming from the oven. "What's all this?" she asked quietly, still obviously upset.
Tim stood from the table and began walking slowly toward his wife. "It's to show you how sorry I am for earlier."
She crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring her husband's pursuit and his sparkling chocolate eyes. "You should be," she spat out. "How could you say that, Tim? We're having a baby. This isn't some puppy you can get rid of because it interferes with your great life plan..."
She was cut off when Tim wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, crushing his lips against hers. "I love you," he moaned against her mouth.
Leanna wiggled out of his embrace. "You think this is going to fix it, Tim? A nice dinner and roses?"
Tim rested against the countertop. Dejected, he hung his head. "I'd kind of hoped," he muttered.
"I'm sure you did," she said sarcastically, exiting the kitchen and starting down the hallway.
Tim followed. "Leanna," he called out as he walked, "Lea, baby, come on."
She stopped in the middle of the hallway and spun around to face him. "Don't Lea me, or baby me. I'm having a child you don't want. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, Tim?"
Hot, angry tears began spilling out of Leanna's green eyes. Tim pulled his wife into his arms and stroked her auburn curls while she sobbed. "Lea," he whispered, "please don't think for one minute that I don't want this baby, because I do. I just...I wasn't expecting this, and I reacted...badly. I'm sorry."
He cradled her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You and Nicholas and this new baby, you are my entire world, don't you know that?"
"I thought I did," she said softly, "but you hurt me today, Tim, you really hurt me."
"I know I did," he admitted. He scooped Leanna up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the center of the bed. "Will you stay here for a minute?" he asked gently.
She nodded and reached for a tissue, then curled up on the bed. He returned a minute later with the present he'd bought for their child and handed it to her. "What's this?" she asked.
"Just open it," he answered with a lopsided grin and sat down on the bed beside her.
Leanna sat up and opened the box to reveal a small, soft pink teddy bear. "Tim..." she said quietly.
He reached out and fingered her soft auburn curls. "I'm kind of hoping for a girl this time," he explained. "Nicholas looks so much like me, I thought maybe if we had a girl, she'd look like you. And I can't think of anything more beautiful than a little girl who'd look exactly like you." He touched her face gently. "These gorgeous green eyes I couldn't forget, even when I wanted to." He ran his hand through her hair. "And this hair – can't you just see her, Lea? With those little red curls, just like you had when you were a baby?"
"I looked like Shirley Temple," Leanna said with a small laugh.
"No, you're too beautiful to ever look like Shirley Temple," he answered tenderly, "just like our daughter will be."
"What if it's another boy?" she asked softly.
He grinned again and started to laugh. "Well, then I guess he'll look a little bit like Opie Taylor."
"Oh, Tim," she sobbed, collapsing into his arms. "I love you so much."
He titled Leanna's face up to his and gently kissed her lips. "I love you," he said, kissing her neck softly. "And I love Nicholas," he said, trailing his lips over her collarbone, "and I love the new baby," he said, kissing the soft spot between her neck and shoulders and rubbing her still- flat stomach.
Leanna rested back on the bed, pulling Tim on top of her. "Well," she responded, fingering the buttons on his shirt. "I love you," she said, releasing one button, "and I love Nicholas," she said, releasing another button, "and I love the new baby," she said, releasing a third button.
"We've, uh, got a lot of love goin' on around here," Tim teased, sliding Leanna's navy blue skirt up her thigh.
"Maybe enough for three kids," she answered, finishing with his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding the zipper down.
Tim groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I wasn't kidding about the vasectomy. We agreed on two kids, and that's what we'll have very soon."
"You'd do that for me?" she asked coyly, pushing his shirt over his shoulders. "You'd get the little snip-snip?"
Tim's chocolate eyes sparkled with desire as he removed her skirt. "Not if you keep talking about it that way," he answered playfully.
"Okay, you win," she said seductively, bringing his hand up to her breast. He teased her through the silky fabric of her bra, gently pinching and stroking her nipples. "Guess I better play with these while I still can," he teased, removing the bra and bringing his mouth down to the taut ivory peaks.
"Um-hum," she moaned with pleasure, "Cause right around December 20th, they won't belong to you for a while."
"The things a father has to sacrifice for his children," Tim shook his head and grinned.
Leanna's fingers enveloped him and he groaned. "But, if you didn't sacrifice anything," she explained, "I'd have nothing to reward you for."
"I need rewards," he moaned, "lots of them." He slipped his fingers beneath her thong and into her silky wetness. Leanna moaned his name as he stroked her. "Do you remember," he asked, his voice husky with need, "how good it was the night we made this baby?" He kissed a wet trail down the side of her neck.
"I remember," she answered, running her thumb over his tip. "It felt like we made love all night."
"Started in the kitchen," he reminded her, slipping his fingers out of her and replacing them with his length. Leanna's eyes rolled back in her head as he filled her. "I'll never look at that countertop the same way again," he teased, moving slowly inside her.
"Or the dining room table, or your recliner, or the hallway..." she said brazenly, running her fingers down the outside of his thighs, enjoying the feel of him inside her.
"We were pretty wild that night," he commented, still stroking her slowly, trying to draw their lovemaking out as long as possible. He kissed her gently, slowly, teasing the sides of her mouth with his tongue.
"Crazy," she agreed, digging her fingernails into his back, silently begging him for more, "insatiable."
He responded to her unspoken request, intertwining their fingers while increasing the tempo. "I love you, Lea," he whispered as he brought her over the edge. "I love you too, Tim," she responded as the orgasm washed over her, bringing Tim along with it. He held her there, gently kissing her and stroking her hair with his fingertips.
"So, what do you want to name her?" Leanna asked sometime later.
Tim grinned and kissed along the side of her neck. "You sure you want to start this again?" he asked curiously. "We couldn't agree on a damned thing until Nick was born."
Leanna swatted him playfully. "I'm hoping you're better with girls names than you were with boys' names," she answered, running her fingers down his toned arm. "I'm going to get big again," she said wistfully.
"First of all, you weren't 'big' the first time, Lea. You were pregnant, there's a difference. And second of all, you've always been gorgeous and incredibly sexy, but if you'll remember, I could barely keep my hands off you when you were pregnant with Nick," he reminded her.
"Wow, you really are sorry," she teased. "Dinner, flowers, a teddy bear and compliments."
"Yeah, speaking of dinner, it's probably burned by now," he said, making an effort to move off her.
She grabbed his arms, and pulled him back down. "I don't care," she explained, running a finger down his chest. "There's cold pizza in the fridge."
Tim laughed and kissed her lightly. "Okay, that's fine, but can I at least go turn the oven off before our house burns down?"
"If you must," she sighed dramatically, pushing him off of her. He grinned and stood, sliding into his boxer shorts. He reached for his jeans, but Leanna shook her finger at him. "Nuh-uh, nothing else, mister. You've got plenty of clothes on right now."
"Slavedriver," he teased, shooting her a fake glare as he made his way out of their bedroom. Leanna stretched her naked form luxuriously across the bed, eliciting a groan from deep within her husband. He walked quickly down the hallway and turned the oven off, then reached for the potholders to remove the burned chicken. He sat it in the sink and opened the refrigerator door. He took out the pizza box and two sodas, then grabbed some napkins and headed back down the hall.
Leanna was propped up on the bed with her book of baby names. He knew she was still naked under the covers and the thought was driving him wild. She looked up at him and grinned. "I took a chance," he said, handing the pizza box to her.
"You read my mind," she congratulated him, flipping open the box and taking out a slice of supreme.
"Yeah, that's why I'm a good husband, I can anticipate my pregnant wife's cravings," he answered sarcastically.
"That and a million other reasons," she nodded, then flipped the book back open. "Allison."
"I knew a girl in high school named Allison, and I couldn't stand her," Tim answered, sliding back under the covers with his slice of pizza.
"Amy," she tried again.
"I like Amy," he nodded, "I could live with Amy."
"Nah, it can't be that easy," she shook her head and frowned. "We're only on page one."
"Well, keep going, there's bound to be something else I like better," he shot back.
"Ashley?"
Tim cringed. "Too cheerleader-ish."
"It is not!" Leanna scoffed. "I had a good friend named Ashley and she was a brainiac like me."
"But on the whole, what do you think of when you hear the name Ashley, or Brittany, or Courtney?" he asked. Leanna opened her mouth to protest, then frowned. "Okay, fine, those three are off the list."
"Nicholas is a good strong name," Tim explained, taking the book away from her. "Our daughter needs a strong name, too. Something that will fit, no matter which role she takes on in life."
He flipped through the pages, scanning the list of names. Bailey, Brooke, Brianna – 'no, no and no,' he thought. Cassandra, Caroline – 'Caroline maybe'; Hannah, Madeline, then he saw it. He closed the book and handed it back to her. "Olivia," he announced.
Leanna swallowed a grin and calmly took the book from him. "Olivia what?" she asked curiously. Tim had chosen her favorite name, and she was having a difficult time concealing her excitement.
He eyed her suspiciously; then stated, "Olivia Grace. Nick's got my middle name, so it's only fair that she have yours."
"I told you you'd be better with girls' names," she said, writing the name down on a piece of paper.
Tim leaned against the pillows and put one arm above his head. "Yeah, it really helps when I pick your favorite name out of the whole book, doesn't it?" he grinned.
Leanna rolled her eyes and scoffed at the suggestion. "I don't know what you are talking about!"
Tim laughed. "Right, Lea. You should have seen your face when I said Olivia. I hit the nail right on the head, baby."
"Keep congratulating yourself, honey," she said sarcastically.
He nodded. "That's right, because I'm the only one who's gonna do it."
"You've been hanging out with Eric far too much recently," she frowned. "You're even starting to sound like him."
Tim grinned and sat the pizza box on the floor. Then he took Leanna's slice from her and placed it on top. Sliding over to her, he ran his finger up her leg. She inhaled sharply and leaned in to his touch. He kissed the side of her neck again, allowing his tongue to trace a path upward to her ear. "So congratulate me," he demanded gently. "I need another of those rewards you promised."
Leanna giggled and slipped her hand beneath the comforter and onto his thigh, slowing snaking upward. "Mmm, when you get rewarded, I definitely get rewarded."
"Hell of a plan, Lea," he moaned, "hell of a plan."
TBC.....