My Angel (Talleigh)

Wyoming

Wyoming

Head of the Graveyard Shift
Title: My Angel
Author: Wyoming
Rating: T for violence
Pairing: Talleigh
Warnings: none really..

All suspects are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. At least that’s what they want you to think, but this one, this one Tim knew was guilty. He couldn’t prove it yet, but he could see it in his eyes.

“Calleigh, I know he’s guilty, and if we let him walk he’s just going to murder again,” Tim said tiredly. The older CSI was fatigued and had just pulled a double, but Calleigh beat him, pulling an agonizing triple. She knew this guy was guilty too, but she couldn’t find the evidence to put him away.

“Let’s go back in,” she said lightly as she opened up the door and went back into interrogation room A with Tim and the suspect, along with his attorney.

“Are you arresting me?” the man asked. He was tall with dark blonde hair, and boyish good looks. He had green eyes, just like Calleigh, but carried a mean disposition, and was always angry. Calleigh sighed and shook her head. They had no solid evidence, nothing that suggested beyond reasonable doubt that he did it. “Good, then I’m leaving, but you’ll be seeing me pretty lady,” he said, sending her a glance that sent chills down Calleigh’s spine. He smirked and laughed manically, making Calleigh feel extremely unsafe. This guy was on the loose, but she couldn’t do anything about it. The evidence pointed to him, but almost all of it was circumstantial.

As the man left, Tim could sense Calleigh’s discomfort. He contemplated what to say, but before he could say anything, she was out the door, not a word was said to him. He ran a hand over his face and walked out behind her, but made no effort to catch up with her. Instead, he went to his boss and friend, Horatio.

The red haired man was at the reception desk, taking his mail from the secretary, and thanking her like he always did. Tim hesitantly walked up to him, running his hand through his brown hair, and focusing his equally brown eyes on his boss. He took a deep breath and stood next to him, looking down at the floor, not wanting to cross the line that Calleigh had obviously drawn.

“Is there something you need Tim?” Horatio asked him. Tim snapped his head up. His boss almost never called him Tim, he always called him Speed, or Speedle, but he must have sensed something because he sounded serious.

“Our suspect, Martin Tracey is walking, we don’t have enough substantial evidence, and I think he wants to go after Calleigh for his next victim, but she doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge it,” Tim said, letting out a breath of relief when he finally got it past his lips.

Horatio nodded solemnly and looked up at him. “Keep an eye on her Speed,” he said simply before walking away. Horatio was apparently oblivious to how Tim felt about his southern co-worker, Calleigh Duquesne. He probably didn’t know that Speed wanted so bad to change her name to Calleigh Speedle, and make her happy for the rest of her life. But she would never feel that way about him, or so he thought.

He stood there for a while, contemplating his next move. He turned out walking down the hall aimlessly, finally finding the break room. And there was Calleigh, just leaving. She quickly turned down the hall and went towards her love, her home; the gun vault. He figured that she was going to pop off a few .22’s to get her mind clear, but who knew. Tim had noticed that she usually fired .22’s when she was scared, or worried, 9mm’s when she was happy, and .44’s when she was pissed off. He knew he was infatuated with her when he realized he knew what guns she shot according to how she felt.

It wasn’t a while before he realized that he was in love with her. And when he did realize it, he was way too deeply into it to ever get himself. He just couldn’t imagine life without that southern blonde bombshell that loved guns just a little too much, not that that bothered him, but he made a mental note to never piss her off.

Tim sighed as he watched her walk down the hallway, heels clicking against the tiles as she went. To him, she was perfect. Her bright smiles were contagious, her cheery ways could make even the worst of moods lighter. Her green eyes sparkled and gave him the will to live his life. He lived for those eyes; he lived for her.

He finally found himself sitting on the break room couch, staring out the window endlessly until a certain Cuban snapped him back to reality.

“Whoa man, you get laid last night or something?” the man joked as he got out his usual Cuban coffee and started to brew it.

“Ha ha, very funny Delektorsky, but I’m not like you.”

He frowned, he hated being called by his full last name. “Come on man, only my sisters call me Delektorsky,” he said with an evil eye.

“Okay then Delko, what are you doing here? It’s your day off,” he quipped.

“I’m taking Calleigh’s place in the Tracey case,” Eric explained, running a hand through his dark brown hair, and flashing him a smile that caused his light brown eyes to twinkle with glee. “I was hoping for this case, it’s high profile,” Eric told him. Tim just frowned.

“Why did Calleigh take herself off the case?” he asked. It seemed like it was just ten minutes ago he saw Calleigh walking to the gun vault, he must have been dozing for longer than he thought.

“Donno,” the Cuban answered. “Horatio just said that she was off the case and I was on it,” Eric said as he picked up his coffee mug and brought it to his lips, soon wincing because it was too hot.

“Did you talk to Calleigh yet today?” Tim asked. Delko shook his head. “Hmm, it’s not like Calleigh to pull herself off of a case, she’s never done it before,” he wondered out loud.

Delko shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m just the replacement I guess,” he said as he added some milk to his coffee.

“That stuff will rot your stomach,” Tim said, off subject.

“Well, when that happens, I’ll be sure to follow your advice,” Eric said with a smirk before nodding to him then exiting the room, leaving Tim alone in his thoughts again. He sighed and got up, heading for ballistics. He found her there, shooting a .22, just like he thought. She was either scared, or worried. He figured that it was the fore, and waited until she was done firing before starting to enter, but just as he was about to push the door open, he hesitated. She dropped the gun to the floor, and put her hands out in front of her on the platform. She bent her knees and then rested her head down against the platform, and started to cry.

Tim’s hard broke right then and there seeing her cry. He sighed a little and pushed the door open, but Calleigh must not have heard. He came up to her and hesitated for a bit before placing his hand on her shoulder. She whipped around and wiped away her tears quickly. “Tim……”

“Calleigh, are you alright?” he asked in a concerned tone. Calleigh was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said with a weak smile, but it was something.

“Cal, if you want to stay with me tonight, or if you want me to get you a hotel room, I can,” he offered, but Calleigh shook her head.

“No Tim, I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine,” she said assuring him she would be fine.

Tim sighed a little. “Alright, if you think that’s best,” Tim said in a defeated voice as he walked out of the ballistics lab and left Calleigh there.

She took a deep breath and walked over to the desk off to the left. She sank down in the chair and then wiped the tear stains off her cheeks, and picked her head up. She was Calleigh Duquesne, she could do anything.

Before she knew it, a certain red-haired figured stood at the door, in his heroic pose like always. He was the town hero, but always gave credit when credit was due. “How worried should I be about you Calleigh?” he asked as he came over to her and sat down in the chair next to her.

“I’m fine,” Calleigh said, no emotion evident in her voice.

“Calleigh, Calleigh look at me,” Horatio prodded, finally getting her to look at him. He placed his hand over hers, which earned him a small smile from her. “If you need anything, anything at all, you call me, okay?” Calleigh just nodded and looked to the floor again.

“Go home Calleigh, I don’t want to see you here until Monday, and that’s an order,” her boss said sternly, and she nodded in agreement. After a triple shift, she was ready for a shower, some food and some sleep. She needed it.

Should I keep going? R&R please!
 
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:eek: Calleigh Duquesne you insane woman! You go follow Tim to that hotel room! :lol:

Great chapter Jess, it had all the elements of a wonderful story so far. :) I loved how Speed was really concerned about her, because well...He's in love with her. :devil: And you wrote Calleigh perfectly. She really is a strong person, and doesn't go for help unless needed, and she feels that she doesn't need the help. Although, she probably also deep inside herself, wants protection from a certain brown haired wonder. :p

Can't wait to see what's next!
 
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Ask and ye shall recieve :D Thanks for the review Geni.

Chapter Two- "I Can't"

About twenty minutes later, Calleigh arrived at her apartment, totally oblivious to the Hummer that was parked behind a large SUV, unseen to the southern blonde. She walked upstairs to apartment 102 and stuck in her key, unlocking the door. She had a horrible gut feeling about not taking Speed up on his offer, but she shrugged it off and immediately hit the shower. It’d been almost 36 hours since her last shower, and she’d been up to her elbows in evidence, between the bog and the Tracey residence, she was covered in filth.

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.

TBC...................
 
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:eek: They love each other. Aw, how sweet! *huggles them* Oh gosh, they both want each other but they can't have each other because Calleigh's being defensive. :( Nuts.

I did like the closeness between them, it seemed so natural and sweet. :) Too bad this Tracey guy is after Calleigh. *GASP* He's going to kidnap her isn't he? Oh no.

Can't wait for the next chapter!
 
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I can't wait either. This is so well written. And I can see that naturality too. (is naturality a word? :lol:) Pleeease continue. I crave more. ;)
 
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As I said, ask and you shall receive, thanks for the reviews guys, believe me, they keep me writing. :D

Recovering

TWO YEARS LATER

Calleigh sighed as she compared the two bullets again. She did it every day. She knew that when she pulled them out and put them into the comparison microscope they wouldn’t change. The two bullet striations would still be different, and Tracey would still be on the loose, just waiting for her to make the wrong move one day. After confirming that she couldn’t magically make the bullet striations the same, she put them away and finished up the small amount of paperwork she had.

Lucky for her, Tim was leaving just as she was. He flashed her a smile, but it wasn’t the same as it had been two years ago. It was duller, and more casual then his smiles usually were when she saw him. She walked out of the building and turned to face him. “Hey,” she said lightly, giving him a small smile of her own.

Tim had noticed more change about her in the last few years than she had about him. He noticed that her smiles were getting smaller and smaller each day. She seemed to be trying so hard to impress no one at all. She wore more make up and did her hair up real fancy every day. But the thing he noticed most was the sparkle that wasn’t there in her eyes. Ever since she’d told him that she couldn’t be with him, he’d missed it. He wanted so desperately to bring it back to her eyes, but he just couldn’t, she wouldn’t let him in.

Calleigh looked back towards the street and thought that she saw something, but she shook it off and started to walk down the stairs towards her car. About halfway down the stairs, she felt something hot enter her chest. She heard people scream and saw people ducking. She fell backwards onto the step, not sure what was going on. She heard screaming and she heard Tim calling for help but she didn’t know what had happened. She reached down to where she felt the pain and then brought it back up to see blood. She winced and looked up to see Tim over her. She had tears in her eyes and she hadn’t felt this much pain in her life.

“Calleigh, Calleigh! Listen to me Cal, you have to hold on, okay? Don’t leave me Calleigh, you can’t leave me. I know you probably don’t love me anymore and you’ve moved on but I can’t get over you, and I never will. Please Cal, don’t leave me,” Tim said worriedly. He was hysterical and he pleaded nonstop for Calleigh to stay with him.

Calleigh looked up at him and put her finger to his lips in order to shut him up. She shook her head and let her tears fall. “I never stopped loving you,” she told him softly. “If I don’t get through this Tim, don’t forget that I loved you okay?” she asked.

Tim shook his head. “No Calleigh, I won’t let you leave me,” he said as his tears crashed onto her shirt. He leaned down, against his better judgment and kissed her, but soon pulled away. She turned to her side and coughed, only to open her eyes and see blood spatter where she’d coughed. The ambulance arrived and ran up to her. Tim was still frantic. He wiped the blood from her lips and got into the ambulance with her when they took her away. She was still conscious when they got her IV in, but she was bleeding fast.

She cried out in pain when one of the medics put more pressure on her wound. She clenched her fists closed, which Tim saw, and picked one of her hands up, and loosened it. His lips were bloody, and now his hand was too. He didn’t care. Calleigh needed him and he was going to be there for her.

Finally, it came time for Tim to find out how Calleigh was. The doctor came up to him and announced himself, and shook Tim’s hand, but he didn’t care about who he was he wanted to know how Calleigh was. He said a bunch of stuff but the only thing that Tim heard was “She’s going to be just fine, you can see her now.”

Tim practically sprinted to her room. Five and a half hours of waiting and he wasn’t about to waste one more second. He found her laying there, beautiful as ever. Her hair was sprawled all over the pillow; she looked like an angel. He walked over to her and sat down next to her, swearing that he would never let anyone hurt her again. He would die before she got hurt again.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Calleigh finally arrived home, and was in bed, waking to find Tim next to her. She’d gotten in real late last night, and invited him to lay in bed with her, but she guessed that he didn’t plan on falling asleep. She didn’t care, she loved him, so why not sleep in the same bed?

He shifted and found her awake. It was then that he saw it. Her eyes looking straight back into his. And with the glare of the sun, he could see that sparkle. The sparkle that told him she was happy, the sparkle that only came from angels. He never wanted that sparkle to go away, and he would try his hardest not to let it fade.

“Good morning,” Calleigh said brightly. She noticed that Tim still looked exhausted. He’d been taking care of her in the hospital for the past few weeks, bringing her food, books and other things to do. He also offered a level of comfort for her. She’d invited him to lay down with her more times than she could count, and half the time she ended up falling asleep in his arms. The one thing she loved about falling asleep in his arms was that he always kissed her forehead just when she was about to fall asleep. She loved that.

“Morning,” Tim muttered back. “How are you feeling?” He wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed taking care of her, he loved the fact that Calleigh not only wanted him there, but needed him there.

Calleigh smiled a little. “I’m okay,” she told him as she scooted into his arms. He draped his arm over her and kissed her forehead.

“Calleigh…” he said softly, earning her attention. “I love you,” he finished. Cal smiled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

“I love you too Tim, and…thanks for taking care of me,” she said lightly as she nuzzled her nose into his chest and smiled into it. She hadn’t been this happy in a while. Especially since she’d gotten a call last night and was told that Tracey was put in custody.

A few hours later, Calleigh was up and moving for the first time in a while. Her side didn’t hurt as much from the bullet, and she could walk pretty well. Sure, she was rid to lab work, but she didn’t care. Today, she was going to match those bullets.

“Calleigh, are you ready?” Tim asked her as he grabbed his keys, and an apple for Calleigh. He had to make sure that she ate well.

“Yeah, coming!” Calleigh shouted as she slipped on her usual white heels. She walked out of the bedroom in her all white suit, and her hair down over her back. She beamed a smile at Tim, and then looked at him blankly. “What?” she asked, wondering if there was something wrong with what she was wearing.

“You look like an angel,” Tim said with a smirk as Calleigh walked up to him.

“What kind of an angel?” she asked playfully as she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He thought for a minute then looked back down to her.

“My angel,” he said sweetly, then leaned down to kiss her lightly. “Come on, let’s go to work,” he told her.

TBC...........
 
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:eek: AWW! That was the sweetest chapter. :D Aw, sentimental Tim and needy Calleigh. Hee. Okay, that sounded better in my head, but you know what I mean.

Jess, you're a great writer, don't ever doubt that for a second. The way you write these characters is truly amazing, and great fun to read. I hope you continue soon. :)
 
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I cosign Geni's last paragraph. You are an awesome writer. You and Geni are so awesome. It is so amazing how I come back to find that another FANTASTIC writer has come on to here. I really have to say thank you for writing these. :)

On this fic, fantastic update. I love sentimental Talleigh. It is so adorable. :) Keep going. You're on a roll. ;)
 
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*kicks PIC* woman, you're getting me hooked on Talleigh. Don't you think i have enough ships? :D but great writing loves!
 
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hey there PIC! GET HOOKED ON TALLEIGH lol we need more Talleigh fans! Thanks for the reviews guys, they are greatly appriciated, here's some more!

Wake me up

Calleigh smiled down at what she was seeing. It was the bullet that they’d taken out of her from the hospital, and the bullet that Tracey had discharged from his gun in the murder. They’d taken the gun he had on him when they picked him up, and the bullet from Calleigh’s side matched both his gun, and the bullet from the crime scene they couldn’t pin him for. Well now, they had him for attempted murder of a police officer, and first degree murder. All Calleigh needed to do was sign the paper and everything would be official. Before her pen even hit the paper, she heard a deep voice.

“Put the pen down.”

Calleigh’s brows furrowed. She turned around in her chair and looked at the tall man that was standing in the shadows. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here, right? This is authorized-” The rest of Calleigh’s words were muffled with a rag. As soon as Calleigh was passed out, he took her into the shadow and put her in a body bag and wheeled her out to the back, where he followed procedure to take her out to the van to take her away to what the man by the door thought was going to be the funeral home, but in reality, she was going somewhere completely different.

When Calleigh woke up, she found herself laying on a blanket on concrete. She looked around and didn’t panic at first, but when she looked into the small window that led into a different room, she flipped.

On the other side of the room, Tim was lying there, faced away from her on his side. Her eyes went wide and she immediately began to start banging on the windows. She cried out his name, but he didn’t budge. She cried against the window, and then found a door, but of course, as she could have expected, it was locked.

She went back to the window and tried to punch through it, but it just made her hand hurt. But Tim must have heard it, he started to move. It was a few minutes before she sat up and looked towards her. “Tim!” Calleigh yelled loudly, pressing her hands up to the window.

Tim walked groggily to her and looked at her though the window. “Calleigh, are you alright?” Calleigh nodded.

“Did they hurt you Tim? What do you remember?” she asked him, wanting to hold him in his arms, but she wasn’t able to. This tiny piece of glass was keeping her from her love.

“I was in trace, and some guy came up behind me and took me. I passed out before I got to the door.”

Calleigh looked down and found herself wearing a white robe. It was skimpy, and didn’t cover her up much. She figured that it must have been in his plan to get her out discreetly, which was why she was wearing this. He must have put her in something see thru. Tim was wearing a white tank top with white boxers.

“I can’t remember what happened to me,” she told him. She looked in the corner and saw that there was a bag, that had a note attached.

“PUT THIS ON OR ELSE YOUR LITTLE BOYFRIEND DIES”

Calleigh gasped and put the note to the side. She reached into the bag, finding nothing but a skimpy halter top and mini skirt inside. As soon as she figured out what he was going to do to her she went pale. She swallowed hard and put the clothes down, and then went back over to the window. “Tim, you know I love you more than anything in the world, right?” she asked softly.

Tim looked at her, wondering what was going on. She quickly changed into the clothes, and put her heels back on, then went to the window. “Yes, why, Calleigh, what’s the matter?”

It was then that a man entered Calleigh’s side of the room and looked at her with a grin on his face. “I love you Tim, I love you,” she whispered through the glass as the man pulled her down onto the blanket.

Tim watched the events unfold in front of him, and as soon as he figured out what was going on, he couldn’t watch. He hid in the corner of the room, covering his ears like he used to when he was little and didn’t want to listen to his mom and dad fight. He could hear the man in the next room hurting her. He was probably putting pressure on her wound. Her shrieks did nothing to Tim but make a shiver run down his spine. He was helpless to protect her. He just couldn’t do it. He hoped that Horatio found them soon.

Back at the Miami Dade crime lab, Horatio Caine came looking for his co-worker and friend, Calleigh. He knew that she was just finishing the paperwork on the Tracey case and he wanted to see her bright smile that he hadn’t seen in a while. But when he came in , all he found was a rag that smelled like some sort of chemical, and Calleigh’s paperwork and pen. There was dirt on the floor, which was odd because only Calleigh was in here today and her heels never brought in dirt like that. He soon paged Eric to go look for Speed so that he could work trace on this. He sighed, wondering how everyone would react when they heard that someone took Calleigh.

Eric paged Horatio back, wanting to meet him in trace. Horatio bagged all the evidence he found in the room and then went to go meet Eric.

“H, what’s going on?” Eric asked him, keeping a stern face. He wanted to know what was going on and why he wanted him to find Speed, whom by the way, he hadn’t found.

“Eric, someone took Calleigh.”

Eric sighed and looked down at the floor. “Yeah, someone took Speed too,” he said before holding up an identical rag and the dirt he’d found, but Eric had something that Horatio didn’t. He had a shoe print, and some sort of wheel going through the dirt.

“Eric, there are no other crime scenes today.”

“You got it H.”

TBC............
 
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:eek: Tim! Calleigh! :eek:

What's he going to do? *shakes Jess*

Great chapter! :D I love the style of it, it's very CSI:Miami. I also liked the barrier between Speed and Calleigh, because I kind of interpreted it as the barrier between their love that went up in the last chapter. :p Of course, I could be wrong but I'm trying to go for some symbolism. (Okay so it's just a piece of glass)

Poor Tim had to see and hear that. :eek: I wonder what he's going to do to Tracey when he comes after Speed. :devil: ...Well that is if that's what you have planned. :lol:

Wonderful work, keep it up!
 
Re: My Angel

Very good Geni! The whole point of the window was that they both knew that they loved each other but Calleigh put her walls up around her so that Tim didn't get hurt. In the end, it ended up that they both got hurt anyway, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. Now without further interpretations about a wall and a tiny window, here is chapter five.

Hold On To Me

Calleigh woke up and found herself wrapped in the blanket. Her side hurt where she got shot, that man had put his hand on it and pushed it hard, making her scream out in pain, and it still hurt, it still felt like someone was pushing down on it. The worst part was, she never even saw his face. She couldn’t look at him, even though he’d told her to, she refused. She took a deep breath and unwrapped herself to find that she was dressed back into the white robe that she was in earlier. She went up to the window to see Tim in the corner. “Tim, baby?” she said through the window, wishing she could break it.

Tim heard her and ran up to the window. His eyes were red and they were tear soaked. “Calleigh, are you okay?” he asked her with concern. He hated the way she looked so scared. Her hair was all tussled and probably knotted, her eyes were red as well, and they had mascara all around them and black streaks down her cheeks from crying. Her lips were red and slightly swollen, and from what he could see, there were bruises on her legs.

Despite everything she was feeling, she nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she said lightly, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Of course, she would have done anything for Tim, but treatment like this was cruel, especially when he was in the next room. But Calleigh was just trying to protect him. “I love you Tim,” she said lightly as she put her hand up on the window. Tim nodded and put his hand up on the window, over hers.

“I love you too Calleigh,” he said lovingly, looking at her with sad eyes. Calleigh looked down at her feet, then back up at the window. She got an idea, and smiled a little, hoping it would work. “Tim, I need you to stand off to the side okay, just for a few minutes.”

“Cal, what are you doing?”

“Just trust me.” With that, Calleigh took off her heel, and put it in the duffel bag that was in the corner of the room. She was glad she’d worn her chunky heels today. They were heavy, since she’d only been planning on being in the lab all day. She didn’t wear them for comfort. She stood near the window, and swung the bag as hard as she could, and succeeded in breaking the window. Tim came back to it, and knew that they couldn’t fit through a window as tiny as this one was, but they could hold hands through the small hole that Calleigh had created. For now, it was enough. Just to be able to touch each other was enough to hold them over.

Back at the lab, Eric had just finished running trace on the two rags. They both turned out to be the same chemical. Chlorobenzene.

“So both of them were wiped out with the same chemical, and were knocked out pretty quickly.” Eric formulated.

“Yes, so they didn’t have time to react when they covered their mouths with the rag,” Horatio said, his mind was obviously working hard when he got this sort of tone. He said everything slowly because he was thinking of something else. “Can I see those pictures of the wheel marks?” he asked, and then was handed the pictures. “This wheel is two inches in width. That’s the same as our gurney’s here at the lab,” he said.

“So whoever this guy is drugged Calleigh and Speed, then took them out in body bags?” Eric asked.

Horatio nodded. “Yeah, did we get trace back on the dirt?” Horatio asked him.

Eric nodded. “Yeah, it comes from southern Miami, out in the middle on nowhere practically.”

“Alright Eric, get in the air and use the heat censors. I’m going to ask Tracey a few more questions.”
Eric nodded quickly and then went off to the roof where the chopper would be waiting.

A little while later, Horatio had Tracey in the interrogation room, and he was pissed. He never liked it when someone screwed with his CSI’s.

“Alright Tracey, tell me where they are,” Horatio demanded. Tripp was next to him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Tracey said sharply. Horatio knew that he held the key. He knew where his CSI’s were.

“What do you want Tracey?” Horatio asked, eyes glaring at him.

“I want to be moved to a county jail, and I want the death penalty removed,” Tracey told him. Horatio looked to Tripp, who nodded.

“Fine, I’ll get you moved closer to home, and you won’t get the death penalty,” Horatio agreed.

“They’re out in Southern Miami, all the way down near the border, in a house by a small lake. One of the inmates here told me he was getting out, and I asked him a few favors. I hope you can get them in time,” he said with a smirk.

“Frank, you heard him, he just copped to kidnapping and malice. I believe that would earn him, along with his previous crimes, the death penalty,” Horatio said with a smirk before walking out.

“What?! You can’t do that! You promised that I’d be moved to a county jail and that I wouldn’t get the chair!”

“Life sucks, doesn’t it Tracey?” Horatio said with a chuckle as he walked out of the room and then radioed Eric as to where Tim and Calleigh were.

TBC........
 
Re: My Angel

:lol: Ah Horatio, how he cracks me up. :lol:

He kicks ass.

Aw, Calleigh broke the window thing, and they can hold hands. *sniff* How sweet. I hope Horatio and Eric can track them down before it's too late. :eek:

Great chapter, please continue!
 
Re: My Angel

Thanks Geni! And yeah, he does rock doesn't he? lol. Okay, personally, I think this chapter is sucky. It lacks the detail and emotion that portrayed in the first few chapters, but I PROMISE I get my head back in the seventh chapter.

I love You

“Eric? Do you have the building in sight?” Horatio asked through the police radio.

“Yeah H, we’re landing far enough away so that the suspect won’t hear us,” Eric said as he told the driver to find a place to land.

“I’m almost there Eric, don’t go in without me,” Horatio said, then hung up the radio. He drove to where Tracey had told them, and found the Dade copter landing in a deserted parking lot. “Eric! Get in!” Horatio yelled. Eric complied and ran to the car. He got in and before Eric could even close the door Horatio went speeding off in the direction of Tim and Calleigh.

Meanwhile, back in the house, the man that had taken them came back in, on Calleigh’s side. He found that the window was broken and went into a rage. He yanked Calleigh away from the window, and threw her to the ground. He looked back at Tim who was screaming for him to let her go. Tim was up against the window, reaching out for her. The man grabbed his arm, popping it out of it’s socket, and making Tim hit the window with more force than if he’d punched him. His head started bleeding from the impact, but he didn’t care. He pulled his arm back through the window. He wasn’t helping Calleigh by getting himself hurt.

“So you broke my window huh?” The man asked as he turned to Calleigh. She whimpered and scooted backwards away from him, but he only stepped closer. “You know what I do to bad girls like you?” he asked, picking her up by her hair and making her stand up.

Calleigh looked at him and then got more courage than she’d had about five minutes ago. She stepped back and swung her arm towards his head as fast as she could, and punched him, causing him to step back a bit. “You little bitch,” he said angrily, stepping back towards her. He slapped her across the face and shoved her up against the wall. It was then that something exploded near the door, causing him to fall backwards, and Calleigh to fall to the side.

“Miami-Dade police! Put your hands behind your head!” the police officer screamed at him. Another set of police officers cut the lock off of the door that connected Tim and Calleigh’s rooms. Tim came running over to the other side just as Calleigh was standing up. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her, mindful of her wounds.

“Calleigh I’m never letting you go ever again, I’m so sorry,” he said lightly into her ear.

Calleigh shook her head. “It’s the job Tim, this things happen, just hold me Tim,” she said lightly as she wrapped her arms around him as well and held him as close as she could.

“I love you,” Tim whispered lightly in her ear, then kissed her forehead. Calleigh looked up and smiled a little.

“I love you too.”

“Tim! Calleigh! Are you alright?” Eric called, coughing because of the dust that the explosion had created.

“We’re fine,” Tim called, keeping Calleigh close to him. Calleigh looked to her side and pulled away from Tim a bit to go to Eric. “I’m okay,” she said, walking up to him and hugging him. Only then did she start crying. Reality hit her that she was safe now. “Thank you, I thought you would never find us,” she told him.

“We weren’t going to stop until we did Calleigh, it’s empty there without you two,” he told her, smiling a bit. Calleigh pulled away from him as Eric moved over to Tim. “You alright man?” Tim nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. “Tim….” he said before bringing him in for a brotherly hug.

“Thanks Eric,” Tim said softly, then looked to Calleigh, who had noticed Horatio in the other room and went over to him, and was now in the doorway talking to him. He had his hand on the small of her back and told her to go outside to where Alexx was waiting. She nodded and went outside to where she was, and Tim followed. When he got outside, Alexx and Calleigh were both crying and hugging each other. Alexx was holding onto her tight, so happy that they’d found her friends.

Tim walked up, and that’s when he was embraced by Alexx, which Calleigh had to chuckle at. She sat down on the gurney and waited for Alexx to patch her up while her and Tim hugged.

“Come on Timmy, take a seat next to Calleigh,” she said lightly, which Tim complied to. He reached down and grabbed Calleigh’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. Calleigh rested her head against his shoulder until Alexx grabbed her kit and started to fix her up. She started with her old bullet wound, which was bleeding a little under the bandage. She switched the bandages and then looked up and saw that the side of her head was bleeding. She wiped away the blood that was trickling down the side, and then put a bandage over it. Her other wounds would have to be taken care of when they got to the hospital.

Alexx then moved to Tim and fixed up the wound on his head, then moved to his shoulder. “This is going to hurt a little Timmy,” she said lightly. Calleigh looked up at him and nodded, and shook his arm a little, letting him know that she was still there.

Alexx moved his shoulder back into it’s place, and to her surprise, Tim didn’t make a sound, just let out a breath that he’d been holding.

“Alright you two, lets get you to the hospital, okay?” she asked lightly as the helicopter landed next to the building. Cal and Tim got up and walked over to it. They were told to lay down on a separate bed, and then were put into the back of the helicopter. Alexx got in with them, and they were hoisted away to the hospital to find out the extent of their injuries. Calleigh was starting to panic. She didn’t want Horatio, Alexx, and Eric knowing what that man did to her, but they were going to have to know in order to pin this guy for everything they could get.

For now, Eric and Horatio left night shift to their crime scene, since they weren’t biased. The three day shift members, Horatio, Eric, and Alexx got into their respective cars and drove to the hospital, hoping that their friends hadn’t been hurt too badly.

TBC............
 
Re: My Angel

Great chapter, Jess! :D

It was very Miami, with the explosions and the yelling, and the broken glass, and all the violence, and it was just all...Awesome. :)

Poor Timmy and Calleigh were a little hurt, but it's all good because they're going to a hospital and they love each other and their friends saved them and YAY! All is well for the time being. :)
 
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