Author's Note: I just got back from the Dr. And I'm very happy to say no surgery for me! And i'm all hyper and excited right now so here's an update.

Eric's point of View

I'm not really sure what made me become friends with Speedle, let alone best friends. When I first came to CSI he was always teasing me. Giving me a hard time. But after awhile it just died down and we started doing things together. The usual beer and a burger after work. Nothing really special until Tim and Calleigh got together. When I first came to CSI it was obvious that the two liked eachother. Calleigh's face would instantally light up when he walked into the room. And now as I'm sitting here trying to listen to the preacher and comfort Calleigh and Maxine at the same time, I find myself blaming myself for my friends death. Maybe its because i'm catholic. Maybe that's my way of grieving, i'm not sure.I still can't bring myself to look up at him. I know that he's lying up there in his coffin with a suit that Calleigh had picked out of his limited selection. He always hated wearing suits, he said he felt like a penguin in them. He said he felt like he couldn't breathe. Don't ask me I never really understood Speedle sometimes.

I look over at Maxine who's trying to hide her tears and comfort our crying baby at the same time. She leanes over to whisper in my ear, and before she quickly dissapears into the lobby she says "Be right back." I watch her as she walks out of the viewing area and goes into the lobby. Now I really feel alone. My friend, no wait. Correction. My best friend just died. I feel like its my own fault. And every time Calleigh and H look at me I feel like there blaming me with there eyes. Suddenly I know what Speedle meant by him not being able to breath in suits. I feel like my tie is choking me to death. I reach up and lossen it a little and clear my throat. Its then that I realize that I was crying. I furrow my eyebrows, not wanting the tears to fall. I'm a guy, guys don't cry. Plain and simple. I lift my head up a little when I feel a little squeeze on my shoulder. I glance over and see that its Horatio. I put my head back down and try to concentrate on what the preacher's saying, but my mind just floods with memories of the day Speed died.

I remember starring off, just thinking on the way to the wharehouse. It wasn't until Calleigh had said, "Somethings wrong" that I turned my head away from the window. I look at her for a minute and shake my head, "He's fine, Cal." she just shakes her head once again and says "Something's wrong." We pull up at the wharehouse and I jump out and follow Calleigh inside along with a couple of patrol officers. I feel my heart sink as I see Speedle lying on the floor. I take a second to say a quick prayer before I run out the doors with patrol. I see Johnny running down a small hill. I stumble a little trying to catch up with him, but I don't fall. This guy just messed with my friend, he messed with my family and I'm not going to let him get away with that.

"Miami Dade PD! Put your hand on your head and turn around slowly." I yell. But it doesn't do any good. Johnny's stubborn he's not going to give up. I'm actually suprised by how well i'm keeping up with him. I guess all those hours with Valera at the gym paid off. I'll think twice the next time I sign up for a couples package. Finally we stop at a small drop off spot that leads into the sewer. I take my gun from my holister and point it at Johnny's back, I glance over my right shoulder and see that the patrol officers have done the same. "Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly." I repeated.

I can hear Johnny laugh and there's nothing more that I want to do right now then to wrap my arms around his neck and strangle him. But I can't do that. I have a wife and a little girl to think about. I have Calleigh, Sandra, and Olivia to think about. Calleigh would be furious with me if I went off to jail. And not to mention I don't really feel like my daughter talking to me through a plate glass window telling me about her first day of kindergarten. "Turn around Johnny." I say firmly.

Johnny just laughs again, "He thought he was a bad ass you know." he says. "He thought he could beat me up." he said with a laugh. As Johnny turns around I see that Tim had done a pretty good job. If its one thing I never under estimated was the love Tim had for his family. "I think he did Johnny." I say, gesturing to his bloody noise and his beat up face.

Johnny just shakes his head, "He didn't even see me pull out the knife." he said with a small chuckle. To be honest this guy was starting to freak me out. "He's a CSI and he couldn't even see that. Speedle was nothing more then a sissy. Always was and always would be."

I feel myself get furious and I grip my gun a little tighter."Why don't you save us both the time and paperwork and come with us?" I suggest. Johnny shakes his head, "I don't think so." I step towards him a little more and shake my head, "Your coming with me Duncan. I'm not going to let you get away with this." Johnny looks over his shoulder and then looks back at me. "Tell Speedle I'll see him in hell." he says. Johnny then takes a few steps forward and the patrol officer to my right thinks he's coming at us so he shoots him. I watch as Johnny falls off the cliff and into the water. Johnny wasn't coming at us, he was getting exactly what he wanted and easy sentence.

I walk up to the edge of the cliff and holster my gun. I look down at the steady stream and I can't help but laugh a little, "You son of a bitch." I mutter before turning back around and making my way to the wharehouse. Just as I come in I see Calleigh pick Speedle up and craddle him in her arms. Soon after that I hear her muffled cries. I want to do something for her, somehow make her pain go away. But I can't. I don't know what to do. And I can't help but think to myself maybe I'm not a good of a friend as I thought I was. All the joking, teasing, and hazing me and Speedle had done over the years was for nothing. I guess I didn't even really know the guy at all.

I walk over to Calleigh slowly and squat down next to her, just like I would at any other crime scene. I place my hand on her back lightly and look at Speedle before looking at her, "Calleigh...let him go." she shakes her head frantically and holds onto him tighter. I can't imagine what this must be like for her. Two lose her husband twice. Two become a widow twice. I can't...no I won't imagine what that must be like. "Cal, you need to let him go." I say softly. I look over and see Alexx come into view. I give her a sympathetic smile and turn my attention back to Calleigh. "Come one sweetie, Sandra needs you right now." Calleigh let's out a few more cries before she stops suddenly and then lays Tim back down. Alexx walks over and sits her kit down on the cold concrete, "I'll take care of him baby." she says softly. Calleigh nods softly and kisses his forehead lightly, "Come on sweetie." I said. Calleigh grabs my hand and I lead her out of the wharehouse. As soon as we come out I see Sandra run towards Calleigh. And I feel this feeling hit me. I need to see Valera and my little girl right now. To know that there ok.

After the funeral and most everyone had left. I walk down the hall to see Calleigh leaning in her bedroom door way, "Hey. Me and Maxie were gonna head out." I say softly. Calleigh nods a little and wipes at her cheeks. "Ok." she whispers. "You gonna be ok." she just nods again. I lean forward and kiss her temple lightly. I turn around and walk down the hall. Away from my friend. And it hits me that I'm finally going to have to let go of my best friend. I look at Maxine as I approach the front door and she gives me a half smile, "You ready to go?" she asks. I nod a little and take the Claudia's car seat from her, "Yeah. Let's go." I say. I hold the door open for her and then close it. Closing away my best friend.

Next should be Calleigh's point of view...I'm not sure if I should the girl's first and then Calleigh's or them together or ugh I dunno. But I have to go to bed now because I have to go back to stupid school tomorrow. And ugh (takes deep breath)!