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Synopsis: Angst fest. Tim loves Eric and Eric doesn't love him. It's Horatio to the rescue… sort of. (Timothy Speedle/Horatio Caine)

Archive: Long as you ask and make sure my e-mail address is with it... :)

Pairing: Horatio Caine/Timothy Speedle

Rating: R because of allusions to sexual content and very little
strong language. Rating will probably go up later due to sexual
content. (LOL)

Authors Notes: This was supposed to be a Eric Delko/Timothy Speedle
fic but for some reason it didn't work out. Then I was going to make
it Speed/Greg Sanders-- but my muse demanded that I write a
Horatio/Speed fic. So, here is the first part and I hope you enjoy.
(Be forewarned... it takes me a long time to post the chapters
afterwards... LOL. I'm bad about that...) Ah, and it is extremely
disjointed... it's supposed to be.

Epilogue: The Cross of Changes

(( If you understand, or if you don't. If you believe, or if you doubt. There's a universal justice. And the eyes of truth are always watching you.))

It had been four months since that horrible incident and Horatio's confession. Timothy Speedle was moving well into the new life he was building for himself. Gil Grissom was an extremely good boss, eccentric, but good. Tim was on his way out towards a crime scene in Henderson with the newest addition to the CSI team, Greg Sanders. He was in the lobby, waiting for Greg to pick up his messages when he saw a familiar face in the lobby. He stood there contemplative, like he always did. His sunglasses were hooked in his shirt pocket and he stood with his hands on his hips. Tim swallowed hard.

"Horatio…" He whispered softly. His voice showing surprise and the backlash of a thousand tears he never cried started to come out all at once… bitter and hot. He stumbled over to him and held on to him tightly. "Oh, Horatio!" He clung on to him like he was drowning and Horatio was his last life line. Slowly, tentatively, Horatio hugged him back and threaded his hand into Speed's hair.

"Timmy…" He breathed out, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. Horatio kept his arms wrapped tightly around Tim, resolving to never let him go again. He knew it was a physical impossibility, but the mere thought of being able to hold Tim once again almost made him cry. In fact, he was already tearing up. They fit together perfectly still, like there had been no amount of time. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Horatio held Tim to him tighter and continued to pet his hair softly. Tim's arms were just as tightly around Horatio and they stood like that for a while. When Tim finally broke away he looked deep into Horatio's eyes. His own eyes were watery too and he finally looked away.

"I'm so sorry." Horatio whispered. His voice had cracked a little and Tim was shaking his head.

"No, no… I'm sorry." He said, grabbing back on to Horatio. He closed his eyes as silent tears trekked down his cheeks. Horatio stepped back and brushed his tears away.

"Don't cry, baby." Horatio whispered. He traced his finger down Tim's cheek. "Don't cry." He said again and he pulled Tim back to him. He threaded his fingers into his hair once again. The sound of a throat clearing made Horatio look up sharply and observe a young man leaning against the door frame. He had a cocky grin and bright eyes.

"I take that to mean you aren't staying with us much longer?" Greg Sanders asked, his grin turning into a wry smile. Tim's gaze dropped to his feet and he couldn't respond. "It's okay…" Greg said. "We've been expecting it." Tim looked up.

"W-why?" He stammered, confused.

"Decisions made out of rashness." Greg said enigmatically, but it made perfect sense. His decision to leave was made in the hear of the moment and it really wouldn't have been much longer before he went home without seeing Horatio in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. He smiled softly at Greg.

"Don't worry…" He said to Tim. "We'll cover the rest of the shift. Have a good night… and a good life." Tim smiled and walked out the door with Horatio, holding his hand tightly, he decided that he would indeed have a good life.

Fin