Okay so I've got a little behind in chapters but I'm nearly caught up. It's 10-7 tomorrow night (yayness) so I'll be able to finish off that chapter and write the one forWhacked! lol my favourite eppy! AndI've decided not to put the "with every fiber" bit in because this is a mostlySpeed/Calleigh fic with only a little bit of some other ships.Thanks in advance for reviewing! ;p
I was very worried today.
When I nearly lost Calleigh for the second time, Hagen was very involved.
And Hagen is back in the lab.
I saw him in passing today.
He was talking to Horatio in the morgue gallery and they both looked worried.
I don't know what they could be discussing, but I hope that it isn't a case.
I really hope that it isn't a case.
If Hagen is going to work a case… he might be working with Calleigh.
After what happened last time, I don't know if Calleigh will be okay with that. I know already that I won't be.
I don't even know if Calleigh has told anyone about what he did yet.
Maybe, if she does, she could file a harassment charge against him.
And put my mind at rest for a while.
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Ryan and Calleigh were working a murder at a school reunion.
I never went to my school reunion, but I had received an invitation.
At school, I only had one close friend and he had died while I was in high school.
I could never go to that reunion.
Too many bad memories.
And that's one thing in my life that I didn't regret missing.
I'm trying to imagine Calleigh in her school days.
She would have been popular and always happy and smiling.
I can't imagine Calleigh ever being depressed for any reason.
She'd be the best friend anyone could have.
Totally the opposite to me.
I was a loner in school. It's true.
Top of my class, but still a loner.
Until I dropped out.
And even then, I was still a loner.
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Calleigh started the huge job of interviewing the suspects.
That meant everyone at the reunion.
One man saw Calleigh as she approached him.
"What can I do for you officer?"
They talked for a moment and Calleigh found out the man's business.
"You sell life insurance at the reunion?"
Well, that's a bit morbid.
I mean, I know from experience how easily life can be snuffed out, but selling insurance at a reunion?
I don't know how he gets away with a stunt like that but good luck to him.
He'll need it.
And a mortality clock?
I watched as he pulled a PDA out of his pocket and I saw that on the screen was a digital readout of a countdown.
A mortality clock.
That would have been no use to me.
It would have been wrong.
Unless you have to factor "gun maintenance" into the equation when you are setting it.
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Later that night, Calleigh slept peacefully.
I lay beside her on the bed and thought about the day.
Hagen and Calleigh hadn't seen each other, I realised.
I don't think Calleigh knew that Hagen had visited the department at all.
Thank goodness.
The guy with the mortality clock was guilty.
Now, to quote Calleigh, that clock can be used to count down his life sentence.
Eve was suddenly by my side.
I hadn't even noticed the stillness of air that normally accompanies her arrival.
"Tim, you need to get your mail."
My mail? What mail?
I asked exactly that question.
"On your gravestone. Calleigh left you a letter."
Oh. That.
"I don't think I want to read that. It's like invading Calleigh's privacy."
Eve grinned wryly.
"Well, what are you doing now? You're lying on her bed! And besides… it's addressed to you and I think that you should read it."
I stood up, ready to run over to the graveyard, because when I thought about it, I was very curious to know what the letter said, but then I suddenly thought.
I can't leave Calleigh.
My face must have betrayed my thoughts because Eve said "Don't worry. I'll watch her a while."
I grinned over my shoulder as I left.
"Thank you!" I called as I left the flat.
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At the graveyard, I made my way to my grave.
As I saw my own name written in the hard stone slab, I felt tears rise to my eyes.
Up until then I hadn't come close enough to my grave to read my name on the stone, but as I read it, it seemed to hit home the fact that I was actually dead.
It seemed like I had been living a nightmare and then woken up to find that it is all true.
I bit back those tears as I picked up the letter.
The paper was slightly damp and fragile and I took great care not to rip the letter inside as I slowly opened the envelope.
Luckily for me, the envelope had protected the letter inside from the worst of the moisture and the paper the letter was written on was less fragile than the envelope.
I unfolded the paper and found that a full side of paper had been covered in Calleigh's neat, slightly slanted writing.
I settled down on the grass and started to read.
DearTim, I don't know how to say this but I guess I have to try my best. I've been missing you so much over the last few months. I missed you so badly that it's painful. But then something changed. Suddenly I felt as if you were looking over my shoulder. There are times were I can feel you so strongly that it's as if you are alive again. Oh I don't know how to describe it but sometimes I'll be lying in bed and I can sense you next to me and I roll over and then I'm disappointed because you aren't there. But you must be there because I know that you are. Even now, as I write this, you are close. You are standing by my bedroom door, watching me. I think you are protecting me as well. Keeping me safe and keeping an eye on me. And for that, I thank you. No-one has ever done something like that for me. Probably because I'm the least deserving person. I don't need this but I am very grateful to you. Just knowing that someone is there for me is amazing. And I hope that wherever you are, you are having a great birthday. We are all missing you right now. All my love, Calleigh xxx