By Your Side
Chapter 9
A/N: I got side tracked with a couple of other stories cause I kinda hit a brick wall with this story. But it's back. I hope you enjoy it!
" Honey! It's time to go. Are you ready?" Sam called up the stairs. In an instant, Tim appeared at the top , buttoning his shirt.
" Is Sascha ready?" Tim asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs, kissing her quickly.
" She's in the van already. We were waiting for you. Slow poke."
" I can't believe that this is her first day at Re Hab. How do you think she is going to do?"
" I think she is going to do fine. She's determined to walk down the aisle on our wedding day, Tim. She's so focused."
" I wonder where she got that from?" Tim said as he pulled her into an embrace. As he lowered his head he heard the horn of the van.
" She's ready to go," Sam said giving him a peck on the cheek. " Just a little appetizer for later."
Tim watched her as she walked out of the door and thought, How can I be so lucky? Sam had been there , by his side , through everything. Even when he had decided that he needed to concentrate on Sascha. She had returned to him with no misconceptions and now they were in Miami , together. He closed the door to the house and got into the van. This was going to be the start of something good for Sascha. For once.
" Hey handsome," Calleigh said as she stood in the doorway of the office. Horatio looked up from the mounds of paper to see his wife standing there. Despite her running to New York in hopes of getting back with Speed, he still loved her. He smiled through his blue eyes as she walked to his desk.
" Calleigh. I'm hoping that you've come here on business," Horatio said knowing full well that she had the look of lust in her eyes. She moved behind him and shut the blinds of the mammoth windows that looked out into the lab. " I've got work to do."
" So do I. You never came home last night, so I figure you owe me," Calleigh drawled. She stood behind the chair and put her hands around his neck and whispered in his ear, " Now, if you're a good boy, I promise not to hurt you."
" Really?" Horatio said with lifted eyebrows. This was a change of pace for him. He advanced on her, pulling her down on his lap. " I love you Calleigh."
" I love you, Horry," Calleigh said as a huge smile forced its way on to her face. She knew how he hated it when she called him that.
" Calleigh..."
" Sorry, Horatio. Where were we?" Calleigh said as she gazed into his eyes. Then a familiar ring invaded .
"Are you going to get that?" Horatio asked as she began to kiss him.
" If I ignore it, it will go away,"Calleigh said. She had her mind on other matters at the moment.
" What if it's the school?" Horatio persisted.
Calleigh sighed at the thought of her little girls calling her then got up to answer the cell.
" Caine," Calleigh said simply. She was a bit perturbed at the interruption.
" Mom?"
" Sascha? What's going on?"Calleigh said as she looked at Horatio.
" I wanted to call you and tell you that I was on my way to the therapy, just in case you wanted to come by," Sascha said hopefully. She wanted to include her mother in on everything now.
" I don't know honey ,I'm kinda at work," Calleigh said turning a deep red.
" Oh, okay. That's alright then," Sascha said defeated.
Calleigh dropped her head hearing the disappointment in her voice. She covered the phone and asked, " Horatio, could I have a couple of hours off?"
Horatio nodded and went back to his paper work. He , by no means wanted to keep her away from her own daughter.
" Sascha?..."
" Yeah, mom?"
" I'll be there in twenty minutes ok?"
" Great!" Sascha said as the joy came back into her voice. " We will probably be in with the therapist, but tell them you are there to see me and they should let you back."
" Okay, hon. I'll see you then," Calleigh said hanging up. She then walked to Horatio and kissed him. " Thank you."
" There's no need. Just have your cell on in case we have a callout."
" In case? We live in Miami, there's always a call out," Calleigh said kissing him again.
" See you later, then?"
" Yeah, if you can pry yourself away from the job. I'll call Cindy and tell her to pick up Lizzy and Liv from school. See you at home."
" You bet. Be careful, Calleigh."
" You too, Horry," Calleigh said with a smile as she walked out of his office, leaving him with a scowl on his face.
She got into the Hummer and drove to the rehab facility, her mind on how wonderful her life had become despite of everything that tried to take it all away from her.
" Come on, Sascha , you can do it," the therapist said as she held her by the gait belt that was around her waist. " Take one more step and we will stop for a minute."
" You are a slave driver, Robbi," Sascha said as she stopped to take a breath. Tim walked up to them with concern in his eyes.
" Sash, you ok?"
" Yeah, dad. This is hard work."
" But you did half the work at home with keeping up with the flexibility exercises. Your muscles are stronger because of that."
" I have my dad to thank for that, he's been a regular message therapist at home. He keeps me on track."
" That's good, but it's important also , not to push yourself too hard," Robbi said as she alternated her glances between Tim and Sascha.
" She wants to walk before I get married," Tim offered in his defense.
" Really, when's the date?" Robbi asked as she helped Sascha sit down in her wheelchair.
" In June. About nine months."
" Wow. You really are pushing it aren't you , Sascha! It's not impossible, it can be done. But again I say, don't push yourself."
" That's all I needed to hear, Robbi. I'm ready to go again," Sascha said as she moved to get up.
" No, take another ten minutes and we will get back to it. If you will excuse me, I have to get some paperwork. I'll be right back," Robbi said as she walked out of the room. She ran into someone in the hall.
" Can you tell me which room, Sascha Speedle is in?" that unmistakable drawl intoned.
" Right down the hall."
" Thanks."
In seconds, Calleigh was standing at the entrance of the room. Tim's heart stopped. He wasn't expecting to see her. Not yet.
TBC...
A/N: I'm wicked aren't I?