The day just hadn't seemed the same. It was better. Unimaginably
better, than any day he'd had in a long, long time. They had breakfast,
they drove to work, and Timothy Speedle was doing everything he could
to keep his smile down whenever he looked at Horatio. He tried to be
serious about it but, that was proving more difficult than it sounded.
He'd seen a side of Horatio no one at the office had the privilege of
seeing and it was so much to keep in. As Tim sorted through some
paperwork, Delko and Calleigh slipped into the room like wannabe spies.
Tim shot them his best what the hell look and shook his head.
"What's with you two now?" So his curiosity got the better of him and these two also had one entertaining story or another.
"Just, staying outta the war path." Delko joked, as he left the lab through another door. Calleigh bit her bottom lip, in upset agreement with whatever Eric had mentioned.
"Ok. I'll bite." Tim admitted waiting for Cal to spill it. "What war path?"
"I'm not spreadin' any gossip! I swore I wouldn't! You wanna know you go down to H's office and find out fer yerself." She wanted to tell, Tim saw that much written all over her face. He sat back a moment in mock annoyance that the office chatter box wasn't going to talk. Calleigh took the samples and paper work she needed and snuck out again, the way she snuck in. Tapping his pencil Tim looked anxiously around the room. If he just went down there a second, just to see. No one would notice.
On his way down the hall, he'd taken noticed of the look on several faces. That strange combination of worry and amusement people get when there's fresh gossip being thrown around. He stood in the hall next to Horatio's office door, and realized something had cleared this entire hallway. The office door was shut and the blinds were drawn, turning it into Horatio's personal Fort Knox. Speedle feared Mr. Internal Affairs had come back to tear another strip into Horatio and had to know for sure. Leaning on the wall next to the nearest window he strained himself to hear. It was worse. Much worse.
"So, that's it then! It's just that easy for you!?" Were the words of a woman trying impeccably hard to not be screaming at the top of her voice.
"Don't do that. Don't try to make me the bad guy here." Caine's voice didn't have the same strain on it. His voice came more from exhaustion and Speed whished he could see the look on his face when he spoke. "It's no easier for me than it is for you and you know that."
"You just handed it over, Horatio! You didn't even think –" The voice stopped abruptly. "There's someone else isn't there?" A long paused thickened the tension that Speed could now feel through the walls. "Is that were you were last night!?! With some bimbo!" Tim dropped his paperwork and he watched it sprawl out across the linoleum. He'd forgotten about that ring. Apparently they both had.
"What's with you two now?" So his curiosity got the better of him and these two also had one entertaining story or another.
"Just, staying outta the war path." Delko joked, as he left the lab through another door. Calleigh bit her bottom lip, in upset agreement with whatever Eric had mentioned.
"Ok. I'll bite." Tim admitted waiting for Cal to spill it. "What war path?"
"I'm not spreadin' any gossip! I swore I wouldn't! You wanna know you go down to H's office and find out fer yerself." She wanted to tell, Tim saw that much written all over her face. He sat back a moment in mock annoyance that the office chatter box wasn't going to talk. Calleigh took the samples and paper work she needed and snuck out again, the way she snuck in. Tapping his pencil Tim looked anxiously around the room. If he just went down there a second, just to see. No one would notice.
On his way down the hall, he'd taken noticed of the look on several faces. That strange combination of worry and amusement people get when there's fresh gossip being thrown around. He stood in the hall next to Horatio's office door, and realized something had cleared this entire hallway. The office door was shut and the blinds were drawn, turning it into Horatio's personal Fort Knox. Speedle feared Mr. Internal Affairs had come back to tear another strip into Horatio and had to know for sure. Leaning on the wall next to the nearest window he strained himself to hear. It was worse. Much worse.
"So, that's it then! It's just that easy for you!?" Were the words of a woman trying impeccably hard to not be screaming at the top of her voice.
"Don't do that. Don't try to make me the bad guy here." Caine's voice didn't have the same strain on it. His voice came more from exhaustion and Speed whished he could see the look on his face when he spoke. "It's no easier for me than it is for you and you know that."
"You just handed it over, Horatio! You didn't even think –" The voice stopped abruptly. "There's someone else isn't there?" A long paused thickened the tension that Speed could now feel through the walls. "Is that were you were last night!?! With some bimbo!" Tim dropped his paperwork and he watched it sprawl out across the linoleum. He'd forgotten about that ring. Apparently they both had.