Title: Tomorrow Never Comes

Disclaimer: Major Angst. Violence. Slash.

POV: Delko

Chapter One: Mi Casa, Su Casa
Sometime earlier…

"How many boxes are left?" I ask as I approach the car.

"Just two," H replies.

He hands me one and takes the other for himself. Together we walk to my apartment. Inside Speed is sitting on the couch. He looks lost.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I'm bored out of my mind," Speed tells us.

I chuckle.

"Learn a new hobby, Tim. You're not allowed back for another week."

Speed stands up. "I was released from the hospital two weeks ago. I should be fine."

Horatio places his box on the floor. "Look, you are not coming back for another week. I will not risk your health."

"But I'm fine!"

H walks up to him and gently pokes him in the ribs.

"Ow."

I giggle.

"See, you're not healed yet."

"Point made."

"Speed, don't worry, this next week will go by fast."

I place my box on the dining table. I open the flaps and begin removing the books inside. Books in identifying bullets and guns- a gift from Calleigh?- fingerprinting, the use of dogs in law enforcement, and a catalog of forensic tools. All work, all the time.

"How will it go by fast?"

"There's packing to undo, a barbeque at Alexx's place, and if you're up to it there's an office party we could attend," I explain.

"Well, I have to be on my way. I'm sure you guys can handle things from here," Horatio speaks up.

"Thank you, H."

"Thanks," Speed gives H a hug.

After Horatio leaves, the place feels a bit odd. This is the first day Speed and I will live together. I wanted him to move in two weeks ago. But he was really clingy the first week out of the hospital; I was afraid he'd move in for the wrong reasons. I finally got around to asking him three days ago, and of course, he said yes.

Sure, he had spent the night before. But now he will be here 24/7. I smile to myself. Having him close all the time will be perfect.

"I'm going to take a warm shower," Speed says; as he walks by he removes his shirt.

I watch him go by. The bruises on his ribs have faded. They are a dull shade of pinkish. The cuts have healed and have scarred over.

Later that evening we are enjoying dinner. Our first dinner in what is now our apartment. For some reason I am a bit uncomfortable. This is what I want, so what is wrong? And why do I have a feeling of dread?

Taking my mind off my mood, I ask Speed a question, "What shall we bring to Alexx's BBQ?"

"Hm?" He looks up at me.

"I was thinking of bringing wine. What do you thing?"

"No, not wine. Others will probably bring wine. I think we should bring a dessert."

"A dessert? Don't you think Alexx will have that?"

Speed cuts another piece of steak. "Sure, but variety is the spice of life." He grins devilishly. "Plus, if there are leftovers, the kids can eat them, and become full of sugar. It'll drive Alexx crazy."

I laugh. "Alright, dessert it is."

Quiet settles in the room again. I munch on a forkful of salad. Things are awkward now but I have high hopes for the future.

A few hours later I awake. Beside me Speed is fidgeting. Dreaming, apparently. I rollover to go back to bed when he hits me. I turn back to him.

He relaxes. Temporarily anyway. I sit up and flick on the bedside lamp. Speed is covered in sweat.

"Hey," I say and shake him.

He grabs my wrist in his sleep. I try to pull it away. His grip tightens. Tightens to the point that it hurts.

"Tim!" I shout.

He wakes, letting go of me at the same time. I take back my arm and rub my wrist.

"Delko?"

"You were having a nightmare."

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm more worried about you."

He wipes his forehead. "I'm fine."

"You have to see the therapist."

"Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

He reaches over me and turns out the lights. I feel him kiss my neck. Against my will I give in.

"Alright, tomorrow it is."