After a long, luxurious, and not to mention much needed shower, Calleigh went to her bedroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, ready for her dinner. She popped in some chicken in the microwave and waited for it to cook. She put on some lotion while she was waiting. Vanilla was her favorite. Sure, it was a classic, but Calleigh was a simple girl who just liked to have fun. The microwave beeped, telling her that her food was ready. She ate it too quickly for her to even notice that she'd gone through all of it already. But despite her eating quickly, she felt refreshed and filled up, and padded into the bedroom.
Calleigh let out a big sigh as she hit the bed, feeling comfort that she'd needed for so long. She just wished there was someone there, next to her. Someone by the name of Timothy Speedle, but she could never have him. He was too good for her. He deserved what he wanted instead of what he could settle for. But before she could even think about any of that, she was off in dream land, getting the rest she so desperately needed.
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At 3 am, most people that have pulled a double would be asleep, but not Tim Speedle. He was sitting in a car, dozing every now and then. He'd been taking a nap when the shutting of a car door roused him. He looked at the suspect and it looked like Tracey's figure. He got out of the car as quietly as he could and followed him in discreetly. He went to Calleigh's door to see if he was there, and at first, because of the flickering hall light, he couldn't see him, but at second glance he could see him crouching at Calleigh's door.
He must have been lock picking it, since that was the only way he could get into her apartment quietly without a key. Tim came up to him quickly and quietly, gun drawn. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the opposite wall, smashing his head against it. "Get out," Tim said angrily, just in time for Calleigh to open the door because of the noise she'd heard. Tracey looked up at him and ran away quickly. "This isn't over," he muttered before turning back towards the exit and then ran down the hall.
Calleigh looked up at Tim, a little dumbfounded. She couldn't believe that he was here. He didn't think she could defend herself.
"Horatio told me to keep an eye on you," Tim quickly explained.
"Well thanks Tim, but I don't need it. I told you I was a big girl and that I could handle it. I think I can protect myself," she said before going to slam the door in his face, but he stopped her.
"Why did you pull yourself off of the case?" he asked her as if it were the most casual question in the world.
Calleigh sighed. "That's none of your business Tim," she told him, trying to shut the door again, but instead, Tim quickly stepped inside her apartment, earning an angry sigh from Calleigh.
"Calleigh, I know that you can protect yourself but first of all if Horatio found out that something happened to you he'd go berserk, and second of all, if I ever found out something happened to you that I could have done something about……I'd never be able to forgive myself," he said sincerely.
Calleigh could tell that he was serious, but she just hated being undermined by men. "Okay, I'm sorry," she said softly as she suddenly found the floor very interesting. "Do you want to crash here tonight?" she asked as she gestured towards the couch. He shook his head, but Calleigh intervened. "I insist."
Tim then looked up into her eyes. Those big green eyes that he loved so much. Right now, the window behind him was his enemy. Calleigh's eyes were glowing in the moon's soft embrace, making her glow beyond anything he had seen. It took all that he had in him not to kiss her right then. "Sure," Tim finally answered, probably seeming a bit out of it.
Calleigh smiled a little, another thing that Tim loved about her, and grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet to her left. He laid down on the bed and fixated the pillows and blankets, expecting Calleigh to walk back into her room with a simple "good night", but she didn't. She laid on the top of the couch and looked down at him. Something she usually did with her niece to get her to fall asleep. "How was work?" she asked softly, as if it weren't 3 in the morning.
"Tiring, now tell me Calleigh, why did you pull yourself off of the case?" he asked.
Cal sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to be free from his hold until she told him. "Tracey scares me," she said simply fidgeting a little on the top of the couch. She slipped off the side, and clinged to the top of it so that she wouldn't fall onto Tim.
"It's okay, I got you," he said with a smile, which Calleigh found odd, but sweet. He held his arms out to her and then caught her as she released her hold and giggled a little as he wrapped one arm around her back and let the other hand rest on her leg to make sure she didn't fall off the couch. "Told you, I always got your back," he told her, but she was very close to him, and he was starting to get those feelings again. She was too.
"Have I ever………told you how beautiful you are?" Tim hesitated. Calleigh blushed and shook her head.
"No," she said lightly, shifting her position so that she was facing him. "But I think it's sweet that you say that," she added.
"Well you are," he said sheepishly.
Calleigh blushed a little and shook her head. Her smile then turned to a frown, thinking of what the possibilities were if she were to keep going on with this flirting. "No Tim, please don't," she said sadly. She didn't want to get her hopes up just to be shot down again.
Tim's smile faded as well. "Calleigh, come on, please don't do this. You can't tell me that you don't feel the spark that I do, come on Cal," he said pleadingly. Calleigh shook her head and got off of the couch.
"Yeah Tim, I do, and I love you more than anything in the world, but I just can't." She didn't want to get anything started, at least not now. While Tracey was after her, she wasn't safe, and if Tim was with her, that would mean putting him into danger as well. She didn't want to be the cause of his death. She would never be able to forgive herself.
Tim got up quickly as she turned to go back into her bedroom. He turned her back around to face him and looked down into her eyes. "Calleigh I love you too….please," he said, his eyes pleading her to let him in.
She thought about it for a while, but shook her head.
"Good night Tim," she said lightly before turning back around and going into her bedroom, closing the door. She was glad that she'd been awarded the weekend, but Tim pulled a double, which usually granted him a day, so she wondered if Horatio gave him tomorrow off. When she'd first came home, it had taken her about five seconds to fall asleep, but now that Tim told her that he loved her, it took her a lot longer. She didn't get any sleep after that.
Tim was awake too. He never should have accepted her invitation to come in. Things would have gone so much better. He wouldn't know how Calleigh felt towards him, and she wouldn't know how he felt towards her. He wouldn't have caught her when she fell off of the back of the couch. He wouldn't have taken in her scent, looked into her bright green eyes, heard her giggle when he caught her. It hadn't even been thirty seconds and he already missed her touch. He missed having her hair trickle over his arm and the feel of her back against his arm. He sighed and turned to his side, not able to get any sleep that night either.