Thank You
Speedle NOT Speedo!
Mr. Clifton stood there, now the paranoia was setting in from her words. He moved his gun from her to Speed and then back to her. "What do you mean? What's going on? What are you going to do?" He panicked, moving Lindsey behind him. "Nothing. Nothing's going to happen, Mr. Clifton. Now just settle down." Speed tried to comfort him, slightly reaching out. "Keep your hands up! Stay away!" He shouted. Speed nodded a few times, lifting them back up, "Alright. Alright. I'm just saying…" "Shut up! Just shut up!" He shouted once again. Lindsey was beginning to shake, afraid of her father's loud voice. Sam glanced from Speed to Mr. Clifton to Lindsey. "Lindsey do you want to go home?" She asked finally. Her question brought all the heat off of Speed and onto her. "She's already home! Her home is here. With me!" He pointed the gun at the female CSI. "I don't call this a home. You're holding a gun to two CSIs right in front of your daughter." Sam continued, "How do you think she feels about this? Hm? She's scared to death." The paranoid man's eyes darted from the CSIs to his daughter quite a few times. "Do you want her to see your brain splattered all over the walls?" She cocked a inquiring brow. He bit his bottom lip, "That… That won't happen. They won't shoot if I have my daughter here." She frowned, "Are you really that stupid? They've got snipers everywhere. They could shoot through the windows at any moment. And your daughter will have to live with seeing your bloodied body fall to the floor. Do you want that to happen?" She inquired. "No… Wait! This is a trick." He stepped away from them. "I don't have time for bloody tricks. I can tell you this. You're not going to walk out of this house alive unless you give up." She hissed venomously. "No! They'll kill me anyway! I won't give up." Mr. Clifton gripped the gun with both hands. "Listen to yourself. Do you really want to die? Do you? If you go to jail, at least you'll still be able to see your daughter. You'll see how beautiful of a woman she will become. You want to see that, don't you?" After a moment he nodded, "I… I do." "Then put the gun down. And… Take my hand. I swear to you… I won't let them hurt you… Or Lindsey." She gently lifted her hand out to him, "Please." Her voice turned pleading.
With that he hesitantly slid the gun into her hand. She slowly stood up and placed the gun on the table in the hall. She then stretched her hand out again and Mr. Clifton took it. In his other hand he held Lindsey's. She nodded to Speed to open the door. "We're coming out!" Speed yelled out, "We're unarmed. Do not shoot. Do not shoot!" To make sure they didn't he stepped out first, his hands up. He was followed by Sam, Mr. Clifton, and Lindsey. Once out, Mr. Clifton hugged his little girl one last time before he was handcuffed and placed in the back of the squad car. "Good work, Sam. Good work." Horatio grinned, shaking her hand. "You alright, Speed?" He turned to his CSI. "Yea, I'm good. A little shaken up. But good." He nodded a few times, his hands on his hips. "Dunlap! He wants to talk to you!" Tripp yelled, leaning on the squad car. She jogged over to the car were Mr. Clifton was. "Yes, sir?" She leaned down to the open window of the car. "Thank you." He said simply, tears in the corners of his eyes. She understood and nodded, leaning away from the window as the car drove away. "You're welcome."
"So how'd she do in there?" Eric asked Speed as they walked to his Hummer. "She was good… Very good. She got into his head. I'm gonna have to watch out for her." He spoke as he hoisted himself up into the huge Hummer. "Oh? Feeling threatened by the new girl?" Eric smirked, also getting into the Hummer. "No. I'm just saying she's got a way of getting people to do things." Speed looked off to the side, "And a very soft body." "Woo! Woo! How do you know that?" Eric's eyes widened as he pulled away from the scene. "Mr. Clifton made me pat her down." He smirked over at Eric. "Oh, you lucky…" He bit his lip, "Damn." He just shook his head at Speed's smirking. After a few more moments of laughing, someone beeped on the scanner. "Hello, Delko speaking." He answered, holding the 'talk' button down. "'Ello! Is Speedo there?" Sam's perky voice was heard on the other side. Delko could hear Callie giggling in the background. "It's Speedle. Not Speedo." Speed glared at the scanner. "Oh. My bad. Well in my defense, Callie said it was Speedo!" You could hear her wince when Callie lightly punched her arm. "Anyway, we were just checking out you, Speed." Callie tried not to giggle. "Yea, yea. I'm fine." He rolled his eyes. "Okay! Over and out, Speedo!" Sam quickly shut off the scanner before Speed could respond. Eric bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from laughing. Speed gave him a 'don't you dare' glare before looking out the window again. "Oh yea, Speed. You're defiantly gonna have to look out for her." Eric snickered. "Just drive." Speed sighed irritated.
Once Speed and Eric made it back to the office, they headed to the DNA lab. Sitting on a sliding chair at one of the counters was Sam, Callie was no where to be found. "Hey, should she be alone like this?" Speed looked at Eric. They stood just outside the door; watching her. "She's not a five year old. And she did come from one of the finest academies." Eric pointed out. They watched her slide from on end to the other as she did tests. "Yea, but… She's new. What if she breaks something?" Speed looked back to Eric again. Eric was about to defend her when the both heard a thump. They looked back in the room and Sam was no where to be found. Quickly they opened the door and walked briskly over to the counter. "I'm okay!" Sam laid on the floor, smiling sheepishly. Speed sighed, "I told you she was gonna break something." "Hey! I didn't break anything!" She protested, getting up. "You almost broke your skull on the floor. I was close." He contradicted. "Whatever, Speedo." She hopped back onto her chair. "I said, it's Speedle not Speedo!" He growled. "I'll just leave you two alone." Delko snickered, walking out before they could object. "So what are you working on?" He sighed again. "DNA from the Anderson case." Sam held up the file, "It matched. You may arrest your suspect." She proclaimed proudly. "Thanks." He took the file and headed out. "Stop by anytime, Speedo." She looked back down at some other paperwork. Speed had stopped right before leaving. He turned 180 and stormed over to her. "Hm?" She looked up, just as he pushed her back against the opposite counter.