A/N: Hello dearies! So glad you liked the last story and thank you so much for reviewing :) So you guys seem to enjoy my crossover stories, well, here's another one! This time, via request of Foxfire832001, Greg is going to meet Miami's Tim Speedle! A character I'm not extremely familiar with, but I hope this is okay and that you enjoy :)

Summary – Tim Speedle goes to process a mugging victim who turns out to be a certain lab technician from Las Vegas…

The Miami Incident

Tim Speedle walked through the hospital looking for the victim's. By the CSI's understanding, a young man had been on holiday with his friends when he'd ended up beaten and mugged. Speedle knew that Miami was a prime spot for young holiday goers to just chill by the beach, but it was a shame things had to get out of hand.

Speedle eventually found the room; a young man in his early twenties was sat on the edge of the bed, nervously waiting for him. The kid had a black eye which had swollen shut, a messy split lip and a cut from a knife running down from his left cheek to his chin. His hair was also scuffed up, but Speedle wasn't sure if that was just part of his style; however the kid's clothes seemed slightly torn and roughed up too.

"Hey I'm Tim Speedle, but you can call me Speed if you want" the CSI said with a reassuring smile.

He knew with his younger victims he had to be friendly in order to get them to work with him, but also the kid still looked pretty traumatised, and face it, his friends weren't very good ones If they left him behind to get robbed.

"I'm a CSI from the crime lab, I'm here to process you so hopefully we can catch who did this to you" Speedle continued in his professional manner.

The young man was yet to say a word, though he was studying the CSI both curiously and apprehensively. The kid looked innocent enough, like he'd never hurt anyone in his life, and he didn't deserve to have something so horrific as this happen to him.

"It's not going to hurt" Speedle said gently, wondering if that was what the young man was concerned about. "I just need to take a few samples and some pictures" he said as he opened his case. "So, what's your name?" he asked, trying to start some kind of conversation and break the awkward tension.

"Greg…" the young man said quietly "Greg Sanders"

"Where are you from, Greg?" Speedle asked as he began to take pictures, hoping to keep the younger man talking as a distraction.

"I grew up in California" Greg replied a little hesitantly "but I live in Vegas now"

"Ah, Sin City, very cool" Speedle said with a smile. "Do you have a job back in Vegas?"

"Yes, I just started actually. I work at the crime lab" Greg said; he appeared a little more at ease now and into the conversation. He'd concluded Speed was trustworthy.

"Oh, well obviously I know a bit about that" Speedle said "What exactly do you?"

"I'm a lab technician, DNA to specific" Greg replied.

"That's cool" Speedle said genuinely "but I'm more of a Trace expert myself. You must be crazy smart for your age though, huh?"

The corner of Greg's lips twitched upwards. "I don't know about that" he shrugged.

"Nah, don't be modest, I'm certainly not" Speedle jested at himself and Greg laughed. "So, you always liked science?" the CSI continued his questioning as he put his camera away and took out some swabs.

"Yes, well and history, but getting a job involving chemistry seemed a lot more plausible to me" Greg explained. "People thought I was a geek at school but, chemistry was my passion, you know?"

Speedle nodded. "Sure, you shouldn't let anyone stand in the way of who you wanna be, what you wanna do"

Greg smirked "I certainly didn't, not even my mom. She's way too overprotective of me…" he trailed off and looked down at his hands. "She's gunna freak if she finds out about this" he said sadly.

Speed gave the younger man a sympathetic smile "Well, she doesn't have to find out" he said. "Okay, I think I'm all done, well done" he said as he put a cap on the last swab.

"This is the part where you ask me what happened, right?" Greg said a little apprehensively.

"I'm afraid so" Speed said as he sat beside the lab tech. "Take as much time as you need, though, I understand It's hard"

Greg nodded and appeared to gulp. He tried to give Speedle a smile of appreciation, but instead went back to looking at his hands which were still trembling lightly.

"Two of my friends and me were heading back to our hotel room" the young man started quietly "we don't know the streets very well, got kinda lost, and stumbled into a bad neighbourhood I think. Anyway, we decided to try and cut across this alley, but then these two guys jumped us. I tried to stay calm, talk them down, but my friend's got scared and ran away. That freaked the guys out too and they started beating me until I handed over my wallet" he sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Hey, it's alright, they can't hurt you anymore" Speed said as he placed a gentle hand on Greg's shoulder. "I'm sorry this happened, but I'm going to find them and they're going to be punished" he said determinedly.

This time, Greg did manage a smile. "Thanks" he said "It was just so scary, I felt so alone and I was in a lot of pain… my friends are jerks" he mumbled as he scuffed his shoe across the floor.

"Yes, they are" Speed said without hesitation. He disliked people who thought about saving their own skin before helping others. "And I'm sorry about that, but you're better without them" he said. "You did the right thing trying to stay calm, I'm sorry it just turned out so badly. "

Greg shrugged "It's not your fault; you've been the most help of all, really. The doctor hasn't even been to see me yet"

"Well, that's not good" Speed said with a frown "Do you feel okay to keep up with the questioning? Or do you want me to get someone…"

"No, it's okay, you can keep asking stuff" Greg replied.

"Alright" Speed said, although he was a little hesitant. Why the hell hadn't anyone come to see the kid yet? His head was still bleeding for God sake! "Can you describe what the men who attacked you looked like?" he continued to question anyway as Greg was getting fidgety.

"Mmm, sort of" Greg bit his bottom lip in thought "One of them was about six foot tall, slender, but the other one was short and muscular, probably about five ten" Speed nodded along and made some notes. "Both Caucasian, probably a little older than me, the taller one had blond hair, and there was a scar going across his eye" Greg traced the line on his own face "but the shorter one had black hair, distinctly grey eyes, soulless. Both of them were wearing dark blue jeans, Converse, and black hoodies" He paused and looked over at Speedle's notes "I'm sorry, that's all I remember"

"Don't be sorry, you did really well" the CSI assured the lab tech. "I'll go process the alley, hopefully find more clues, but it's good we have a basic description to go on"

Greg nodded "You know I actually managed to hit one of them" he said looking down at his bruised knuckles representing the defence wound "You might find some blood spatter on the wall which belongs to him"

"Right, good" Speedle said making another note "You got guts, Greg, you know that?" he said with a light smirk.

Again, the younger man just shrugged "I've been trying to toughen myself up a little since I moved to Vegas, taking self-defence classes and stuff, clearly they haven't started working yet" he mumbled disappointedly.

"Well, don't give up; okay" Speedle said "Sometimes being tough it was keeps us moving forward in this world"

Greg nodded "I want to be CSI" he suddenly claimed "I thought the being tougher thing would help. I've always only just wanted this lab rat thing to be a starting point. I mean my lab just feels so…confining, I don't feel like I'm moving forward at all. I know it's going to take time with training and stuff but… it's just what I wanna do, and I think I can do it"

Speed smiled "Well that's a good attitude to have, except don't just think you can do it, know you can do it. I'm sure your team will support you, mm?" Greg nodded "If not then look me up, I'll give you some advice" Speed said.

This time, Greg genuinely appeared to smile. "Really?" he asked.

"Sure, you're a good guy, Greg, I've seen that" Speed stated "I would be happy to work with you if you were to become a CSI one day, I can tell you're smart, confident, tough" he said giving the younger man's shoulder a light nudge and Greg smirked. "And you seem to have a passion for science, so work hard, and like I said, don't ever let anyone tell you, you can't do it. If they do, hit them" he said seriously and Greg laughed.

"Thanks" the lab tech said "I don't think anyone's made me feel more good about myself in a long time" he said, and this saddened Speed a little. "But do you think if… after this is all over… I could maybe email or something if I ever needed more advice?"

"Yeah, sure" Speed smiled "Here…" he scribbled his number and email address down on some paper from his notepad and handed it to Greg. The younger man took it enthusiastically and tucked it in his pocket for safe keeping. "Now, I have to get going, but I'm going to find you a doctor first, alright?" The CSI said as he rose from the bed and picked up his kit. "And you're going to be okay getting back to Vegas?" he made sure.

"Yeah" Greg nodded "I'm supposed to be flying back tomorrow anyway, but I got enough cash stashed in my hotel room to last until then"

"Alright, I'll call you as soon as we catch these guys" Speed promised.

"Sure, thanks, Speed" Greg said with a small smile.

"Anytime" Speed said, returning the gestured smile before leaving the hospital room.

Three years later, and Greg Sanders returned to the tropical area of Miami, only this time it was for a very unhappy reason.

A week ago, Greg had been sat eating his lunch in the break room when the news report had come on TV. A criminalist had been shot dead in Miami, his name: Tim Speedle. Greg had been miserable and distant for the rest of the week. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe the man who had helped him and encouraged him with his dreams was dead.

It had only taken Speed a matter of hours to find the idiots who had mugged Greg, and the then lab tech couldn't have been more grateful. Although they never got chance to meet up again face-to-face, Greg and Speed had stayed in contact via the internet, calling and texting. Speed had continued to give Greg advice and encouragement, and Greg felt like he was a true friend.

So now back in Miami, Greg stood in front of Speed's grave, hands buried deep in his pockets as for a few moments he thought about what to say.

"I did it, Speed" the now trainee CSI said quietly "I wanted to surprise you when I actually got my level one but…I'm training to be a CSI now" he smiled sadly "And part of it's down to you, you helped me take the leap, and I can't thank you enough for that." He laid a flower amongst the rest on the grave. "I will visit you, I promise" he stepped back and gave the grave a small salute "See you soon, Speed"

And with that he turned away, and he would never forget what he had learnt in Miami, or from Tim Speed.

Sorry to go kinda tragic at the end, but I wanted something meaningful XD

So I've been bombed with Morganders prompts over the past couple of days, thanks so much and I can't wait to work on them all XD but do keep any type of prompt coming!

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