Wyoming
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Title: Worshiping From Afar
Author: Wyoming
Rating: Nothing more than T
Warnings: Lost Son, maybe some S5 eppies in there too, not sure yet.
A/N thank you to Speed_Cochrane for the Beta!
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‘I can’t write this letter,’ he thought as a tear slid out of chocolate brown eyes. He sat in a tan sofa, next to a roaring fire, which warmed the chill of the Maine air. He looked down at the blank piece of paper and harshly wiped his tear away. This was ridiculous. Tim Speedle did not cry. He was never known to cry, and no one ever suspected that he would be this weak.
Ever since September 20th, 2004, he had sat down every night with a blank piece of paper in front of him. It was the same thing every night. He wanted to write the words, but he couldn’t. He wanted to, so badly, but the words wouldn’t go down on paper. It was like some force refused to let his hand do what his brain was telling it. The image of McCaulay’s jewelery store burned in his mind every night. Ever since the night he was torn away from his life.
He loved his job. He would wake up every morning, run his hand through his dark brown hair, and rub his stubbled cheeks until he was awake enough to get moving. He would get into the shower, probably not the only shower he would take that day, depending on what kind of evidence he was getting into. Whether it was mounds of manure, or mud up to his elbows, he still loved his job just as much as he had when he'd first started.
When he was little, he never dreamed that he would be a CSI. He wanted to be a police officer, just a simple cop that arrested bad guys and put themselves in danger every day for the well- being of another. Well, this wasn’t on his agenda for his life.
He didn’t know what made him become a CSI, he just found it interesting. Ever since he’d graduated from the academy, he’d been interested in chemistry. Around the lab, he’d been known as the Gas Chromatograph/ Mass Spectrometer king. No one knew how he always got lucky with results, but every once in a while he would receive a challenge. He thought back to the day when he’d ran some trace through the GC/MS and came up with ammonium ethyl phosphorodithioate. It had taken him hours of research to find out that it was a chemical that affected the lower intestinal tract, and was only retrievable by workers at a gas company. He laughed, remembering that he wasn’t even the one that found the chemical; a beautiful young lady had pointed it out.
That event made him think to the girl that he used to know. The girl he told himself he was going to get over. She was the one that made him hesitate to let the FBI fake his death in that jewelery store. He’d been watching the whole time. He had been in the van, just outside of the store, and he could see inside the store where she was.
It had been about an hour before she was finally alone, processing Tim’s “death”. Her long blonde hair strode over her shoulders like a light covering of snow to a mountain. The golden blonde hair that she wore down her back always made her look more angelic, if it was possible.
She had been the most cheerful girl he’d ever met. He remembered back to the day after hurricane Anthony, where she’d told him and his best friend, Eric “Delko” Delektorsky that hurricanes alleviated global warming. Delko just laughed while Tim proceeded to announce that she was “uh, way too cheerful”.
Tim’s thoughts drifted back to when she was processing his crime scene. He had never once in his life even seen that girl frown. And now as he remembered, his heart had broken as he watched her, alone in the jewelery store where his fake death had occurred, crying harder than he’d ever seen anyone cry. He wanted so bad to run back and hug her and tell her he was alive, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t allowed to tell anyone other than his boss that he was alive, and it killed him to this day.
Once again, he stared down at the paper that he had wished to fill with words, words that he could write to his green-eyed blonde-haired beauty. But he didn’t know what to say. He just couldn’t put what he felt into words. Calleigh Duquesne was beyond words, and it had taken him this long to figure that out.
She sighed as she put the bullets back into their containers, and filed them away in the drawer that she had obtained them from. She put them in the drawer labeled “S”, and one particular name caught her eye.
“Tim Speedle”
She almost broke into tears at the sight of his name. Who knew that he was going to die so soon? Why didn’t she follow Alexx’s advice? She should have told him she loved him when she got the chance, but now, that chance was gone forever.
Mrs. Delko stood there, looking at the bullet when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find her husband, Eric. She smiled a little and put the container back down.
“You still miss him?” He asked her, giving her a small kiss on the temple. She smiled half- heartedly and nodded.
“Yeah, I thought that it would get better as time went on, but I think it’s just getting worse,” she told him. She was never one to keep her emotions from her husband of two years, but now, she felt like she had some secret to keep, something that remained between only her and Tim, and that was their passion for riding fast vehicles.
Eric bought Calleigh a Ducati, since it seemed to make her happy. It was yellow, just like the one Tim rode when he was alive. She rode it every day, but never ventured to the very place where she had left her emotions, cold and in the ground.
Today was going to be different. Everyone around her agreed that when Tim died, a piece of Calleigh died with him. She agreed to a certain extent too. She didn’t know exactly what about her died. To most people, Calleigh just wasn’t as bright as she used to be, and she knew it too. She figured it was because of her bottling her emotions up and not letting them go. She’d kept everything to herself the first few days after Speed’s death. She would let no one in, and it worried the rest of her team.
Calleigh was always the cheerful type. She was the girl that came up to you and asked you how your day was just because you were a human being. She was always ready with a compliment, and she always had a smile that would knock you off of your feet.
“Mrs Delko,” she heard a deep baritone voice call from behind her. She spun around and gave him one of her pre-made fake smiles.
“What can I do for you LT?” she asked, calling him by the short form of Lieutenant. The last time she remembered calling him that was dispo day, when she was talking to IAB. She’d always been witty around them, and they hated her for it. She never crossed the line; as much as they wanted her to she always kept her distance. Calleigh was always a smart girl.
“You’re suspect found his way upstate. I expect you and Eric to be up there ASAP please,” he told her, head hung, fingering his sunglasses.
Calleigh nodded. “What state?” she asked him.
“Maine.”
Author: Wyoming
Rating: Nothing more than T
Warnings: Lost Son, maybe some S5 eppies in there too, not sure yet.
A/N thank you to Speed_Cochrane for the Beta!
Blank Paper
‘I can’t write this letter,’ he thought as a tear slid out of chocolate brown eyes. He sat in a tan sofa, next to a roaring fire, which warmed the chill of the Maine air. He looked down at the blank piece of paper and harshly wiped his tear away. This was ridiculous. Tim Speedle did not cry. He was never known to cry, and no one ever suspected that he would be this weak.
Ever since September 20th, 2004, he had sat down every night with a blank piece of paper in front of him. It was the same thing every night. He wanted to write the words, but he couldn’t. He wanted to, so badly, but the words wouldn’t go down on paper. It was like some force refused to let his hand do what his brain was telling it. The image of McCaulay’s jewelery store burned in his mind every night. Ever since the night he was torn away from his life.
He loved his job. He would wake up every morning, run his hand through his dark brown hair, and rub his stubbled cheeks until he was awake enough to get moving. He would get into the shower, probably not the only shower he would take that day, depending on what kind of evidence he was getting into. Whether it was mounds of manure, or mud up to his elbows, he still loved his job just as much as he had when he'd first started.
When he was little, he never dreamed that he would be a CSI. He wanted to be a police officer, just a simple cop that arrested bad guys and put themselves in danger every day for the well- being of another. Well, this wasn’t on his agenda for his life.
He didn’t know what made him become a CSI, he just found it interesting. Ever since he’d graduated from the academy, he’d been interested in chemistry. Around the lab, he’d been known as the Gas Chromatograph/ Mass Spectrometer king. No one knew how he always got lucky with results, but every once in a while he would receive a challenge. He thought back to the day when he’d ran some trace through the GC/MS and came up with ammonium ethyl phosphorodithioate. It had taken him hours of research to find out that it was a chemical that affected the lower intestinal tract, and was only retrievable by workers at a gas company. He laughed, remembering that he wasn’t even the one that found the chemical; a beautiful young lady had pointed it out.
That event made him think to the girl that he used to know. The girl he told himself he was going to get over. She was the one that made him hesitate to let the FBI fake his death in that jewelery store. He’d been watching the whole time. He had been in the van, just outside of the store, and he could see inside the store where she was.
It had been about an hour before she was finally alone, processing Tim’s “death”. Her long blonde hair strode over her shoulders like a light covering of snow to a mountain. The golden blonde hair that she wore down her back always made her look more angelic, if it was possible.
She had been the most cheerful girl he’d ever met. He remembered back to the day after hurricane Anthony, where she’d told him and his best friend, Eric “Delko” Delektorsky that hurricanes alleviated global warming. Delko just laughed while Tim proceeded to announce that she was “uh, way too cheerful”.
Tim’s thoughts drifted back to when she was processing his crime scene. He had never once in his life even seen that girl frown. And now as he remembered, his heart had broken as he watched her, alone in the jewelery store where his fake death had occurred, crying harder than he’d ever seen anyone cry. He wanted so bad to run back and hug her and tell her he was alive, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t allowed to tell anyone other than his boss that he was alive, and it killed him to this day.
Once again, he stared down at the paper that he had wished to fill with words, words that he could write to his green-eyed blonde-haired beauty. But he didn’t know what to say. He just couldn’t put what he felt into words. Calleigh Duquesne was beyond words, and it had taken him this long to figure that out.
She sighed as she put the bullets back into their containers, and filed them away in the drawer that she had obtained them from. She put them in the drawer labeled “S”, and one particular name caught her eye.
“Tim Speedle”
She almost broke into tears at the sight of his name. Who knew that he was going to die so soon? Why didn’t she follow Alexx’s advice? She should have told him she loved him when she got the chance, but now, that chance was gone forever.
Mrs. Delko stood there, looking at the bullet when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find her husband, Eric. She smiled a little and put the container back down.
“You still miss him?” He asked her, giving her a small kiss on the temple. She smiled half- heartedly and nodded.
“Yeah, I thought that it would get better as time went on, but I think it’s just getting worse,” she told him. She was never one to keep her emotions from her husband of two years, but now, she felt like she had some secret to keep, something that remained between only her and Tim, and that was their passion for riding fast vehicles.
Eric bought Calleigh a Ducati, since it seemed to make her happy. It was yellow, just like the one Tim rode when he was alive. She rode it every day, but never ventured to the very place where she had left her emotions, cold and in the ground.
Today was going to be different. Everyone around her agreed that when Tim died, a piece of Calleigh died with him. She agreed to a certain extent too. She didn’t know exactly what about her died. To most people, Calleigh just wasn’t as bright as she used to be, and she knew it too. She figured it was because of her bottling her emotions up and not letting them go. She’d kept everything to herself the first few days after Speed’s death. She would let no one in, and it worried the rest of her team.
Calleigh was always the cheerful type. She was the girl that came up to you and asked you how your day was just because you were a human being. She was always ready with a compliment, and she always had a smile that would knock you off of your feet.
“Mrs Delko,” she heard a deep baritone voice call from behind her. She spun around and gave him one of her pre-made fake smiles.
“What can I do for you LT?” she asked, calling him by the short form of Lieutenant. The last time she remembered calling him that was dispo day, when she was talking to IAB. She’d always been witty around them, and they hated her for it. She never crossed the line; as much as they wanted her to she always kept her distance. Calleigh was always a smart girl.
“You’re suspect found his way upstate. I expect you and Eric to be up there ASAP please,” he told her, head hung, fingering his sunglasses.
Calleigh nodded. “What state?” she asked him.
“Maine.”
