Well, guys, this is the end of the story. I hope everyone has
enjoyed it up to this point!
So many thanks to Tessa, Nathalie, Melanie-Anne, Kelly and everyone else for their wonderful feedback and reviews. It means so much to me that you guys take time out of your day to read and review my stuff! You guys are wonderful!
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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 – Back to PG-13 for now.
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.
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Epilouge - Three Months Later
Tim chased a naked Nicholas down the hallway, desperately trying to retrieve his son before he peed on the carpet - again. Nicholas toddled into the kitchen, finding a hiding spot behind his mother's legs. Leanna took down and sighed. "Damn it, Tim."
"I know, I know," he answered, lifting Nicholas up and tossing the boy over his shoulder. "He didn't pee on anything this time, I swear." Tim suddenly felt a warm wet spot developing on his shirt. "Christ, you say the word pee and this kid does it," he said irritably.
Leanna swallowed a laugh, but was unable to stop a grin forming on her lips. "Better you than the carpet. I can clean you in a heartbeat, but cleaning the floor takes a while, and everyone will be here in one hour," she said, glancing at her watch.
"I know, I know," Tim said a second time, carrying Nicholas back down the hallway. He laid Nicholas onto the changing table and stuck the diaper on quickly. "You are going to be the death of me, you know that?" Tim asked Nicholas, who only grinned a reply.
He dressed Nicholas, putting the boy's socks and shoes on; then stood him on the floor. "Okay, kid, go nuts," Tim ordered, stepping past his son and into his bedroom. Nicholas toddled off down the hallway calling "Momma!" all the way.
Tim unbuttoned his shirt and stripped the garment off, tossing it into a pile of dirty clothes hidden in the closet. He took another shirt out and began removing it from the hanger. Leanna stood in the doorway; beautiful in a black cotton v-neck maternity t-shirt and white capri pants. Her auburn hair was down, cascading over her shoulders, just the way he liked it. "What?" he asked when he noticed her grin. Nicholas hid behind her legs.
Leanna looked down at Nicholas. "Go on," she said sternly, "Tell Daddy what you said."
"Beer," Nicholas mumbled, taking shelter behind the wall where Tim couldn't see him. Tim stifled a laugh. "I swear to God, Lea, I didn't..."
"Uh-huh," she cut him off, heading back down the hall with Nicholas in tow.
"Lea?" he called out playfully, buttoning his shirt and tucking it into his jeans as he followed.
"Don't even..." she laughed, swatting him on the chest when his arms circled her growing waist. "You are such a bad influence on our children."
"I'm an even worse influence on you," he answered with a grin, pushing her hair away from her shoulder to kiss her neck.
"Yes, you are," she laughed. She removed his hands from her waist. "Stop," she commanded. "We have work to do. Our son's first birthday only comes along once, and I'm not going to let you ruin it by trying to make out with me."
"Slavedriver," he teased. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get the cakes out and set them on the table," she ordered. "Then you can set up the video camera."
Horatio knocked on the kitchen door and stuck his head inside. "Are we too early?" he asked.
"Oh, get out of our way, Horatio," Calleigh ordered, pushing past her husband with Mikayla on her hip. "We practically live here. Where's Nick?"
"In the pen," Tim answered, indicating the living room, where Nicholas had been cleverly boxed in using a couple of child-proof gates. "He's clean and we'd like to keep him that way."
"Fat chance," Calleigh snorted, lifting Mikayla over the gate and setting her down on the floor. Kayla crawled away immediately in search of Nicholas.
Nicholas toddled over to Calleigh and she lifted him up, peppering kisses over his face. "Hi ya, Birthday Boy, I can't believe you're a whole year old," she said wistfully, setting him back down. Kayla crawled over to him and pulled herself up.
"Aw, how cute!" Calleigh exclaimed, watching the children together. "They're kissing!"
Tim rounded the corner with unbelievable speed, frowning at his son. Kayla's mouth was on Nicholas's cheek and he was holding her up. "Looks like your daughter has got a thing for my son," he teased.
"Oh shut up," Calleigh shot back, punching Tim in the arm. "Your son has had a thing for my daughter since day one."
"Next thing you know we'll be hosting an engagement party instead of a birthday slash adoption day party," Tim said with a grin.
"My daughter's not marrying anyone with the last name Speedle," Calleigh said, glaring at Tim. "No matter how cute he is," she added defiantly.
Tim crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, we'll just see about that won't we?" he challenged.
The End...
Or To Be Continued, whichever you prefer...when Nick and Kayla are of an appropriate age to be making such life-altering decisions, of course.
enjoyed it up to this point!
So many thanks to Tessa, Nathalie, Melanie-Anne, Kelly and everyone else for their wonderful feedback and reviews. It means so much to me that you guys take time out of your day to read and review my stuff! You guys are wonderful!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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 – Back to PG-13 for now.
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.
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Epilouge - Three Months Later
Tim chased a naked Nicholas down the hallway, desperately trying to retrieve his son before he peed on the carpet - again. Nicholas toddled into the kitchen, finding a hiding spot behind his mother's legs. Leanna took down and sighed. "Damn it, Tim."
"I know, I know," he answered, lifting Nicholas up and tossing the boy over his shoulder. "He didn't pee on anything this time, I swear." Tim suddenly felt a warm wet spot developing on his shirt. "Christ, you say the word pee and this kid does it," he said irritably.
Leanna swallowed a laugh, but was unable to stop a grin forming on her lips. "Better you than the carpet. I can clean you in a heartbeat, but cleaning the floor takes a while, and everyone will be here in one hour," she said, glancing at her watch.
"I know, I know," Tim said a second time, carrying Nicholas back down the hallway. He laid Nicholas onto the changing table and stuck the diaper on quickly. "You are going to be the death of me, you know that?" Tim asked Nicholas, who only grinned a reply.
He dressed Nicholas, putting the boy's socks and shoes on; then stood him on the floor. "Okay, kid, go nuts," Tim ordered, stepping past his son and into his bedroom. Nicholas toddled off down the hallway calling "Momma!" all the way.
Tim unbuttoned his shirt and stripped the garment off, tossing it into a pile of dirty clothes hidden in the closet. He took another shirt out and began removing it from the hanger. Leanna stood in the doorway; beautiful in a black cotton v-neck maternity t-shirt and white capri pants. Her auburn hair was down, cascading over her shoulders, just the way he liked it. "What?" he asked when he noticed her grin. Nicholas hid behind her legs.
Leanna looked down at Nicholas. "Go on," she said sternly, "Tell Daddy what you said."
"Beer," Nicholas mumbled, taking shelter behind the wall where Tim couldn't see him. Tim stifled a laugh. "I swear to God, Lea, I didn't..."
"Uh-huh," she cut him off, heading back down the hall with Nicholas in tow.
"Lea?" he called out playfully, buttoning his shirt and tucking it into his jeans as he followed.
"Don't even..." she laughed, swatting him on the chest when his arms circled her growing waist. "You are such a bad influence on our children."
"I'm an even worse influence on you," he answered with a grin, pushing her hair away from her shoulder to kiss her neck.
"Yes, you are," she laughed. She removed his hands from her waist. "Stop," she commanded. "We have work to do. Our son's first birthday only comes along once, and I'm not going to let you ruin it by trying to make out with me."
"Slavedriver," he teased. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get the cakes out and set them on the table," she ordered. "Then you can set up the video camera."
Horatio knocked on the kitchen door and stuck his head inside. "Are we too early?" he asked.
"Oh, get out of our way, Horatio," Calleigh ordered, pushing past her husband with Mikayla on her hip. "We practically live here. Where's Nick?"
"In the pen," Tim answered, indicating the living room, where Nicholas had been cleverly boxed in using a couple of child-proof gates. "He's clean and we'd like to keep him that way."
"Fat chance," Calleigh snorted, lifting Mikayla over the gate and setting her down on the floor. Kayla crawled away immediately in search of Nicholas.
Nicholas toddled over to Calleigh and she lifted him up, peppering kisses over his face. "Hi ya, Birthday Boy, I can't believe you're a whole year old," she said wistfully, setting him back down. Kayla crawled over to him and pulled herself up.
"Aw, how cute!" Calleigh exclaimed, watching the children together. "They're kissing!"
Tim rounded the corner with unbelievable speed, frowning at his son. Kayla's mouth was on Nicholas's cheek and he was holding her up. "Looks like your daughter has got a thing for my son," he teased.
"Oh shut up," Calleigh shot back, punching Tim in the arm. "Your son has had a thing for my daughter since day one."
"Next thing you know we'll be hosting an engagement party instead of a birthday slash adoption day party," Tim said with a grin.
"My daughter's not marrying anyone with the last name Speedle," Calleigh said, glaring at Tim. "No matter how cute he is," she added defiantly.
Tim crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, we'll just see about that won't we?" he challenged.
The End...
Or To Be Continued, whichever you prefer...when Nick and Kayla are of an appropriate age to be making such life-altering decisions, of course.