TITLE: Babysat
AUTHOR: Demon Faith
FANDOM: CSI: Miami
PAIRING: Speed/Eric
WORDS: 321
NOTES: Continuing "Not So Lost" – but all you need to know is Tim's involved in something and Eric's recovering, all post-'Lost Son'
writerschoice: adult
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"Really, Tim, I'll be fine," Eric began again, but Speed wasn't listening.
"Done!" was the triumphant cry and Speed turned from the computer, glasses pushed up his nose again as he smiled. "Shopping to last a lifetime. Now, who are you going to ask over?"
"Tim, for the last time…"
"I think someone should be here every night, to be safe. If you fall, we could…a call button! Call up the guys at the hospital, they'll get…"
"Tim! Will you just listen for…"
"…H will check up on you anyway, but you should really carry your cell at all times. Have their numbers all on speed dial. Now, you know that you can't get hold of me…"
"Tim, I'm breaking up with you."
"…though I might be able to get a message out if I'll be gone longer than a month this time. I think someone higher up must have realised by now that I'm not roaming the streets, but I'm not sure they care as long as I'm still "dead"."
"Tim, I'm pregnant."
"No one at the lab knows except Tyler. You should tell him I'll be gone for a while, so he'll check up on you more often. I trust Ty."
"Tim, I'm marrying the President."
"Is all that clear?"
"You don't listen to a word I say, do you?"
Speed's lips twitched. "Is Calleigh the father?"
Eric smacked him playfully. "Idiot." A pause. "I hate it when you leave like this."
"I know," Speed said softly and then enveloped him in his arms. "But it has to be this way."
"I know," Eric said, though he didn't really. "I can take care of myself. I am an adult."
"Sometimes, I wonder." Another smack, kissed better. "I just…worry."
"Me too," Eric whispered, holding him as if he'd never come back, wishing they were children, within a safe, protected world.
"Don't," said Speed, knowing that everyone grows old too soon.