Complications
CSI:
Miami Fanfiction
A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic for CSI: Miami, although I already did some stuff for CSI. All mistakes in this story
belong to me (at least something that belongs me), everything else is owned by CBS.
A huge THANK YOU to my beta-readers Nonnie and Speedfanatic05. You are great!
Please read and review!
Chapter 1
Tim Speedle was in a bad mood. His mother had called him this morning to tell him that they
were going to vacation for 3 weeks. Not so bad – at first. But then she said:
"And be kind to Andrew…"
"Whoa – wait a minute, Mom. Why…?" he answered, but was interrupted by Susan.
"Because I want him to stay with you. School's off and I don't want him home alone.
He's your brother, Tim! And there will be no further discussion about this, understand?"
"Yeah…" he gave in grumpily. 'Great, 3 weeks with little Andy following me around' he thought. "When do you leave?"
"Next Tuesday morning. So you have plenty time to prepare. Andy's plane will arrive sometime around 2 p.m. I'll call you Monday to give you full information about the flight, okay?"
"Yeah…" was all he could think of.
"Hey! It's not like you signed your death penalty, is it? Come on, Tim. Don't give me a hard time on this one. I really looking forward to this vacation. It's the first in almost 10 years."
"I'm sorry, Mom. It's just…I don't get along with Andy very well", he said honestly.
"Just be kind to each other and everything will be fine, okay? I'll call you next week. Bye."
"Bye, Mom." As he hung up the phone, he ran his hands up and down his face and sighed. 'Great, fantastic. 3 weeks! How am I supposed to survive this?'
The next days went by and Tim's mood wasn't getting any better. He didn't mention the fact he was going to have a visitor to his co-workers. He only asked Horatio for a day off in order to get his brother from the airport.
As he left the headquarters on Tuesday afternoon, Eric watched his friend and was a little suspicious. He went to Calleigh and asked:
"Hey. Do you know what's up with Speed?"
"Why?"
"Well, he wasn't quite himself lately. Something's going on."
"Did you ask him about that?"
"No."
She just shrugged. "Then ask him when he gets back." She went down the hallway.
After he had picked up his younger brother, Tim drove straight back home, pulled into the driveway of his house and took the suitcase out of the trunk. The two hadn't exchanged many words since they met two hours ago. The usual small talk; 'How's the weather in New York?' 'How was the flight?' 'Are Mom and Dad already in Hawaii?'.
As they settled down in the living room, Tim went into the kitchen. "Hungry?"
"Yes. I'm starving," Andy answered with a nod, "The food on the flight wasn't quite satisfying."
Tim opened the refrigerator in search of something to eat. "You can't compare our way of cooking with food from the airlines", he said referring to their father's restaurants.
"Guess so", Andy replied.
"Okay…we have a problem there", Tim said and went back to the living room. "Don't have much left. How 'bout some shopping?" he asked.
Andy just shrugged. "Do I have another choice?"
They stopped at a grocery store a few blocks away and after finishing they went back outside to the car. After they stored everything in the trunk, they entered the front of the car, that was parked a few steps away from the entrance.
"Did you buy mustard, too?" Andy asked as they sat on their seats.
"Why should I?"
"Because."
"I'm
not going back. If you want mustard, you go back inside by yourself",
Tim shot back.
"Fine. I'll go", Andy said and got out of the car and back into the store.
Shortly after 2 other young men went into the grocery store, too. Something about them caught Tim's attention. He wasn't sure why, but the two signalled trouble to him. He watched as they vanished behind the entrance door. He waited several seconds, debating what to do. His gut feeling got the best of him and Tim sighed and went after them. He looked around, searching for Andy. He found him in the back of the shop near the refrigerators. Tim quickly got to him, looking for the two young men who were standing near the cash register.
"Hey! What's up, bro?" Andy asked.
Tim didn't answer and was still looking at the two men. Suddenly the whole situation changed as the two men drew their guns, one of them pointing at the kid behind the cash register and the other whirled around checking the shop. As soon as Tim saw the weapons he grabbed Andy and yanked him onto the ground with him.
"What do you…" he asked surprised, but was interrupted by Tim.
"Shut up! It's a robbery! Don't move, stay down", Tim whispered and drew his gun.
"What are you doing! Please stay here…" Andy said fearfully.
"Just be quiet, okay", Tim answered, looking straight in his brother's eyes. "Just want a better view of them." And with that he quickly went through the shelves, his head down, toward the cashier.
For a few seconds, Andy stayed down, but time was passing very slowly and he was eager to know what was going on. He got onto his knees and moved forward, hoping to get a quick glance around the shelf he was hiding behind. All he could see was the boy behind the cash register who was scared to death because of the two men in front of him, and mostly of course because of the guns in their hands. Tim was nowhere to be found. Andy moved forward a bit – unfortunately coming in contact with some jelly jars, which crashed loudly onto the floor.
The men looked at each other. One of them motioned for his partner to find out what was going on. The man headed toward the source of the noise and Andy quickly scrambled back to his original position, cursing his curiosity.
In the distance Tim heard the noises too and knew it meant new trouble. He had a decision to make. So he went back to his brother.
By the time he reached Andy, the man was already behind the shelf, pointing the gun at Andy's head. "There's a guy on the ground!" he said to his partner.
"You know what to do", the man answered coldly.
With that, Tim leapt to his feet and showed his badge. "Miami Dade Police! Guns down! NOW!" he shouted.
Silence answered him. No one moved. Tim pointed his gun towards the man who was threatening his brother, but watched the man in front of the cash register as well. "I said 'Put the guns down!' We stop this thing right now", he said to no one in particular.
But the man at the cashier didn't want to give up so he moved around and pointed his gun towards Tim. And then, hell broke loose.
The man fired at Tim, who fired back. Both men went down. The man didn't move and as Tim tried to get up again he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.
The second man didn't know what to do and looked to this partner down at the ground and back again to the bleeding police officer, who struggled to get on his feet.
Tim still pointed the gun to the perp's head. "Gun down!" he said hoarsely and stood up.
But the man didn't respond at first then, started to run towards the door.
"Stop! Or I will shoot!" Tim shouted, firing as the man continued towards the door. Speed missed the running target and hit some contents of the shelf nearby instead. The man lost his balance and fell through the glass window next to the door. But he seemed unharmed as he got to his feet again and vanished.
The silence inside the store was deafening. No one moved or spoke. Andy walked over to Tim, who was standing tall with his gun pointed toward the floor. "Tim?" Andy asked, his voice trembling. "You…you okay?"
Speed turned and tried to focus on his brother, but the pain was overwhelming. The gun in his hand was suddenly very heavy and he just couldn't hold it any longer. The weapon landed on the floor with a dull thud. Andy flinched, but moved closer to Tim. Tim took a step toward Andy, but his knees gave out and he fell to the floor as the world around him faded to black.
A few minutes later the store was filled with people - police officers and paramedics working the crime scene. Horatio Caine and Eric Delko were just approaching. "Do we know what was going on?" Horatio asked the first officer at the crime scene while he entered the store.
"Robbery went bad. One perp dead, one victim injured. Two eyewitnesses if you don't count the injured one", Officer Edwards explained. As they got deeper into the shop they could see the paramedics working on an unconscious man laying on the ground. A young man stood nearby, obviously in shock. Horatio nodded towards Eric. "I'll take this one, you take a look at the cashier."
"Okay."
Horatio went carefully towards the two paramedics. As he looked down to the victim, he froze suddenly in his moves. He felt like someone had slapped him across the face. This can't be. "Speed!" he said, not believing his eyes. He asked one of the medics: "How bad?". He wasn't expecting good news – there was too much blood on the ground.
"Well, the bullet did some severe damage to his collarbone and the muscles around. He lost a lot of blood I'm afraid", the paramedic answered and then said: "We have to go."
The paramedics gently lifted Speed onto the gurney and quickly exited the front door. Horatio stood still for several seconds, starting at the spot where Speed had been laying just moments before. He shifted his gaze, finding the young man from earlier standing only a few feet away – pale and shivering. Horatio carefully stepped over the blood and said quietly, "Are you okay?"
The teen didn't answer.
"I'm Horatio Caine. I'm with the CSI and I will try to figure out what happened here. But, I need your help, is that okay with you?"
There was still no reaction from the young man who bore a striking and unsettling resemblance to Speed and couldn't be older than 18.
Horatio gently laid a hand on the arm of the young man, trying to get his attention.
"Did you understand what I told you?"
"Y..yes…" Andy stammered.
"Good. Now, what's your name?"
"Andrew…Andrew Speedle."
"Speedle? Are you related to Tim Speedle?"
"Yeah…I'm his younger brother…"
Horatio sighed. "You just came from NYC, right?"
"Yeah…but…how do you…?" he was irritated.
"I'm Tim's supervisor. He told me about you."
"Oh…right…CSI…sorry. Didn't really listen. I…gotta go…Tim…he's…where did they take him…?" he began to cry.
Horatio looked at the terrified kid. "Andrew, listen to me. I need your help. I know this is hard, but right now the best you can do to help Tim is to work together with us."
Andrew stopped crying and listened carefully. He sobbed a few times more and then looked around. "Can…can we…go outside?"
"Sure."
On their way out, Eric approached them. "Cashier's no big help. There were two men with ski masks and gloves. Maybe the videotape will show details. So far no footprints. I found one casing near the dead body. The cashier, his name's Todd Anderson, said something about a Miami Dade police officer, but Officer Edwards told me that he saw nobody except the cashier, the two men in the back and the dead one…"
"Eric…that
police officer…it was Tim."
Delko needed a few seconds to
let the information sink in. "Okay, so where's Tim? I thought he
had his day off? Wait a minute…the injured man…that was Speed!"
"Yes."
"Jesus. Speed killed the perp and got shot himself. How's he doing? Any news on him?"
Horatio took Eric by his arm and turned away from Andy. "As far as I'm concerned, he received severe injuries."
"Shit."
"You
see this kid over there?"
Eric looked at Andy. "Yes."
"He's Tim's brother…I'm trying to get some information out of him about what happened. After that I want you to take care of him. He just came this afternoon from NYC."
"Okay."
"Can
you do the…processing? Are you going to be okay? Or should I call
someone else?"
"No…I'm fine. I can do this."
After that Horatio left with Andrew. They walked towards the parking lot. Andy inhaled the fresh air, he was obviously doing better outside.
"So, Andrew…"
"Andy's okay with me, Mr. Caine."
"Call me Horatio. Andy, what happened in there?"
And then Andy tried his best to share all his information with Horatio, who listened with great interest, stopping the teen's description of events from time to time to ask for more details.
Bad news always travels fast, so Horatio wasn't surprised when everyone at headquarters already knew of Tim's injuries. Called peppered him with questions, "And? Any news yet?"
"No, I just came from the crime scene. I have some evidence to examine."
"Eric's still there?" Calleigh wanted to know.
"No. He's with Tim's brother Andy, who happened to be one of the eyewitnesses."
"He was with Speed? Crap. He's alright?"
"Pretty shook up. The usual. But I think he's doing better by now."
"What do you have?"
"This
is blood from the entrance door. The perp fell through it as he tried
to flee. I guess it's from a bullet wound, since Tim shot
him."
"Speed shot him? Are you sure? The blood could be
from some cuts."
"Well, Andy said Tim took one shot at the perp in front of the cashier and three at the fugitive. Four shots – but only three bullets. We didn't find the fourth, so I guess it's in the perp somewhere. I already informed the hospitals."
Calleigh watched Horatio and said: "But there's more, right? I can see it in your face."
He smiled. "Yes. We've also got this..." he answered and showed them a pair of gloves in an evidence bag. "Eric found them one block away. He had just to follow the blood trail. Since it stopped there, the perp must have got away with a vehicle or something else."
"Fingerprints! I love it", Calleigh said and took the bag. "Not as much as bullets, but…I can live with it. Only that makes me guess that those two weren't professionals at all. Eyewitnesses, fingerprints…maybe they aren't listed at AFIS…"
"Could be. But we have to try…excuse me, I want to talk to Alexx", Horatio told her and left.
