Fan Fictions and Stuff

Goodbye, My Friend

Eric Delko had volunteered to pack up his best friend’s apartment. He had been so busy that he hadn’t had a chance. Until now.

Delko was packing the living room. He thought he would start there as it would probably be the hardest room to do. And he was right.

The first thing he had come across was a photo album, something he never even knew Speed had had. He opened the cover and the memories flooded him.

“What I want to know is how did this rat get from your apartment to this boat?” Delko joked.

“You’re really funny.” Speed replied.

Eric had just smiled. He loved that guy. There was so much they had been through together. And so much more he wanted to share with Speed.

“Ever date a stripper?” Speed had asked once.

“I wouldn’t call it dating” Delko had replied.

There was a lot of times they had fun at the expense of each other’s love lives, or lack of them.

“I had my cell phone on vibrate. I was busy---didn’t wanna get disturbed.” Delko explained.

“Busy with the left hand?” Speed quipped.

“Yeah…funny…”

All the times they ribbed each other, Delko knew that Speed was his best friend. And he was Speed’s. It was just the way it was.

“What have you got?” Speed asked.

“A car explosion. Burned victim. Checking for cognac used as an accelerant. Can you beat that?” Delko replied.

“Yeah. I got a priest shot with a rifle dead in a church.”

“That’s not bad.”

“Not bad?”

“It’s not bad.”

“It’s at least a draw. You’re not going to beat me with a burned out car.”

“Oh, boys and their measuring sticks. You guys crack me up.” Calleigh had interjected.

Speed had cracked him up too. Delko missed laughing with him. And at times, at him.

“That’s a good time to look for the un-obvious.” Delko said.

“I’m aware of that. H says that to me all the time.” Speed responded.

“You know, it’s great minds…”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I am,” Delko added cheerfully.

As he flipped through the photo album, tears welled in his eyes. He missed Speed. He had been quiet when it happened. Didn’t share much.

“I’ve got an officer down!”

When he heard Horatio’s voice, he knew it had to be bad. He just didn’t know how bad.

He died inside when he found Speedle. He couldn’t show emotion. He didn’t know if he even could.

At the funeral, he was Calleigh’s support. And Horatio’s and Alexx’s rock. He felt he had to be. For their sakes.

He went home that night and vowed to make Speed proud of him. No matter what.

Eric closed the photo album and put it in the box. He got up of the couch and went to the window. It was sun set, Speed’s favorite time of day. Delko looked out the window and watched the horizon. And for the first time since Speed’s death, he wept.

“Goodbye, my old friend.”

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My Dear Sweet Boy

Alexx remembered the sweet, green boy who first walked into her morgue. She had taken an instant liking to him. He was sweet and had a wonderful aura about him.

He was funny and sensitive and caring. He had a sweet honesty about him. No wonder everyone loved the guy.

“Tell me they did not lose the body,” Alexx said to him.

“They lost the…” Speed replied.

“Timmy…”

She smiled at the memories. He could always make her smile, even if he wasn’t talking directly to her.

Like In the case of his conversation with a former CSI, Carrie Delgado.

“Tim. 50 blood stains?”

“Sorry. Next time, I’ll tell the victim to die in one spot.” Speed replied.

He had a way with words. And with people.

Like one time with a coast guard officer.

“What kind of boat are you guys looking for?”

“The kind that has blood on it.” Speed stoically replied.

She always laughed at his humor. His one liners especially. She could easily remember a lot of them off the top of her head.

“Why is it always the toilet?”

“So let me get this straight. Everybody gets together for sex then nobody has it?!”

“I guess I’m gonna have to check out the dumpster now, aren’t I?” This of course was said in the lovely, always slightly disgruntled tone he had.

The call had come out of the blue.

“I’ve got an officer down!” Alexx had heard Horatio over the radio.

Alexx took a deep breath in. She didn’t want to breathe in hopes that it was nothing serious. But she knew different.

She saw Horatio holding Speedle in his arms as she walked into the jewellery store. Her heart stopped as she realized he was gone.

“Horatio, give him to me. He needs to come with me.” She fought back tears as she began her job.

The autopsy was the hardest thing she had ever done. He looked so helpless on that silver slab. She fought back tears until her work was done. As she closed the drawer, she let the tears flow.

His funeral had been beautiful, as funerals go. She had been fine until the shots were fired. That’s where she lost it.

Alexx looked at her watch and realized it was time for sun set. Speed’s favorite time of day.

“Goodnight my sweet Speedle,” she said as she shut off the lights in the morgue.

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I’m Sorry

Calleigh was sitting in the ballistics lab, listening to the silence. This was her favorite area of the CSI offices. If anyone was looking for her, it was a sure bet she’d be here.

Speedle always knew where to find her. He was the only one, besides Horatio, that knew. Calleigh realized that Speed knew her better than she figured.

She kept remembering Speed and the little things he used to do, most of them were to try and piss her off. Most times, he succeeded.

“Why fill in the number? Why not just sand it all the way down?” she had asked.

Speed shrugged as he answered. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a guy thing.”

“What? They’ll add on or cover up but they won’t mess up the chassis?”

“You know what? You’re scaring me.”

Calleigh smiled at her memories of Speed. Even if he did make her mad at times, she still missed him dearly.

“Look what I’ve found here,” she remembered Speed saying once.

“A bullet?” Calleigh had asked in response.

“No, but is that all you think about?”

“No. I think about guns too.” Calleigh had smiled.

Calleigh always got a kick out of Speed. He had such a dry sense of humor. No matter what, he always made her laugh. She missed his laugh. It was infectious. No matter what kind of mood his co-workers were in, his smile and laughter could make them feel better.

He had told her one day that life is seconds, that turn into hours, hours into days, and days into months and months into years. He had said not to let anything get in the way of giving all you have to others. He didn’t!

She had felt guilty the day Speed had died. She had been upset with him because of something silly.

“Alright. Which one of you stole my crime light?” she had asked.

“Well, stole is very negative. I…I had borrowed it and I…uh…I replaced it. I put it back.” answered Speed.

“Well, it’d be nice if you charged it first. I was a the scene and it flat lined.”

“Sounds like she’s mad at you,” Eric interjected.

“Calleigh, I sincerely apologize.”

“Apology accepted. Give me yours.”

“Go ahead. It’s in my kit.”

Calleigh had walked out of the lab after that. She wasn’t mad at Speedle. She was just upset that he hadn’t asked.

That was why she felt so guilty. She had been upset with him about something so stupid. She was sorry that she had picked a fight over some stupid equipment.

“I’ve got an officer down!” Calleigh’s heart stopped when she heard Horatio’s voice on the radio. She caught her breath and headed to the jewellery store.

“I think Speed had to look at his gun.”

Calleigh nodded and took the gun. Poor maintenance. She chalked it up to gun malfunction. At least she could protect Speed’s name.

She never got to say goodbye to him before he died. She had done that in the morgue while he lay on the cold, silver slab. It took every ounce of strength she had to see him there. She had been in that room several times before, but was never attached to the soul who left the body. She looked at him. His face. There was a sheet covering all but his face. She walked slowly over to him and touched his cheek. Tears poured from her eyes to him like rain.

His funeral. She lost it. Again. She had leaned on Eric Delko so she hadn’t fallen to the ground. They had relied on each other in the days, and weeks, to follow. They needed each other more than ever.

Calleigh stood up from the chair and headed to the window. As she looked out, she could see the sun set. Speed’s favorite time of day.

“I miss you Tim. We all do.” She paused as the tears started to well up in her eyes. As they started to flow, she turned away from the window and closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry Speed.”

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CSI: Tim Speedle

Horatio sat on the beach, watching the waves break on the sand. The sun was starting to set. Speed loved this time of day. Many times, Horatio had seen him sitting out here, watching the sun set. Even in the midst of the most hectic times, Speed found this relaxing.

It has only been a few months since they lost Speed in that jewellery store. Sometimes it still felt like yesterday.

He remembered the time he first met Speed. He was young and exuberant, showing signs of excitement. He had found out somehow, that the younger man found his place in the crime lab. He loved his job and he tended to get addicted to it. He remembered when Speed sifted through a huge ball of shredded paper, looking for any implication of a clue. He spent day and night on it. When he was told to go home, all Speed said was, “At this point, I’m addicted.” He remembered that Speed loved puzzles too. A good reason he was a CSI…

He remembered his fights with Speed. The man had many ways to always challenge his authority. And even though he threatened to fire him so many times, he knew he couldn’t. And Tim knew that too. He remembered the times when he taught Speed lessons in life or anything in general.

He remembered when he saw Speed get shot for the first time. When his lungs collapsed, Horatio was on the verge of panic but he kept it to himself and concentrated on Speed. He knew that he couldn’t lose Tim. But, instead of showing his worry, he bought him a gun-cleaning kit.

Horatio had noticed that Calleigh had taken it the hardest. He had figured it would have been Eric because they were closer friends. But Calleigh was the one. She has said that she had felt guilty because she had yelled at Speed for using her light. She never had a chance to truly apologize to him.

Horatio had taken it harder then he had let on. Speed had died in his arms after all. Horatio knew he was supposed to protect his partner at all costs. Of course, if Speed had cleaned his gun like he was supposed to, he may still be here. But, there were other circumstances as well.

Speed was a joker. Always had been. Horatio remembered back to when Catherine Willows and Warrick Brown had come to Miami for a case.

They were searching a swamp for a car and talking about gators.

"The only way to outrun a gator is to swim faster then the guy next to you…right Delko?” said Speedle.

“I used to have a partner.” replied Eric.

Tim and Eric always got along the best in the office. They were the closest friends of everyone. Speed had hazed Eric---sent him to Alexx’s autopsy room when she was cooking a skull. It was his way of welcoming Eric to the team.

The two of them worked well together. They always had. They had a similar sense of humor and work process.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of processing this hotel room with me.” said Eric.

“Why would I try to do that? I love hotel rooms. Body fluids everywhere,” replied Speed.

Horatio smiled at the memory of Speed’s sense of humor. He could always make Horatio laugh. No matter what was going on around them.

Horatio smiled as he thought back, once again, to a suspect interrogation Speed had done.

“Oh, you got a permit,” said Speed.

“Yeah, that’s right. From Parks and Rec.,” replied the suspect.

“Well, I’m going to let you tell that to the family of the girl that got murdered here last night.”

“Whoa, hold on.”

“I’m going to let you tell them that we can’t process this crime scene because you have a permit for a party.”

“You misunderstood me.”

“Then I’m going to arrest your cheap tequila-pushing ass and have you spend a night in lock up with all the drunk and disorderlies and you can smell the vomit of the fraternity boys.”

“You know what? Maybe I…I should wait until you’re finished.”

“That’s a capital idea, Ted.”

Horatio smiled. Speed always had a way with people, whether or not they wanted him to.

Speed frustrated Calleigh, a lot. She was forever shaking her head about him. Like that one time they all had to take an IAB polygraph test.

“So, you gonna shave before you go to IAB?” asked Calleigh.

“It’s a polygraph test, not a portrait.” replied Speed.

They were all running on lack of sleep that day and yet Speed was able to make everyone laugh, most of the time at the expense of himself.

Of course, there were always times when someone got the best of Speed. It didn’t happen often but every once in a while, it happened. Usually it was Alexx who did it though.

“You need some help?” Speed asked Alexx, as she started to undress the body.

“Nah. I could undress a dead man in my sleep.”

“Leaving that one alone.”

Horatio smiled. As he sat staring at the sun set, tears welled in his azure eyes. He could still picture the day in the jewellery store like it was happening now.

Horatio could still remember the last words Speed has said to him while he wasn’t fighting for his life.

As Speed stepped out of the driver side door in front of the jewellers, he spotted a red convertible parked right in front of him. “These cars are such a bad investment. I’m just happy to have my bike,” he said to Horatio, who was just stepping out of the passenger side door.

“One day,” Horatio replied,” you may need something with doors.”

“Well, I’ve got plenty of time for that.”

Tear welled in Horatio’s eyes every time he thought of that day. It still haunted him. And always would. Not only did he lose a great CSI that day, but also a friend.

Speed and I had gone to the jewellery store, looking for answers. Speed saw something and pulled his gun. I pulled mine. Gun fire erupted. Speed pulled the trigger. His gun jammed and he took a shot to the chest. I saw Speed fall. I saw it moving in slow motion, saw Speed pause, saw the bullet hit him. I saw the spatter like red confetti, sailing upward and drifting down like red rain. I saw Speed hit the floor. I saw the pain and the fear and the shock in his eyes. I went to Speed. He’s choking on his own blood.

“I’ve got an officer down!” I heard it on the radio. Was it really coming from me?

He was dying in my arms. “Speed…Speed…” I said to him. I listened for his heartbeat. It was fading quickly.

He was looking at me, like a frightened child searching for his mother because he was hurt. But a small child’s wounds could not compare to what Timothy Speedle was experiencing then; a gunshot wound. He tried to speak, perhaps to show that he was brave. But it seemed that his efforts failed.

“I can’t feel anything,” I heard Speed whisper. “Can’t fight it.” He died in my arms.

I just knelt there, beside him, in a mess. My calm exterior slowly gave way to someone completely new; a person who fears everything. That time, I couldn’t seem to put myself together, being a witness to a comrade’s slow death.

I didn’t hear anything until Alexx.

“Give him to me, Horatio. He needs to go with me.”

I watched her go. We caught the guy.

I couldn’t watch Alexx do the autopsy. I don’t know how she could. Later she told me, in confidence, that it broke her heart to see Speed there.

I emptied his locker. A clean set of clothes, some CD’s, pictures, a half empty bottle of water, a bag of candy and a few letters.

Taking the final item from the locker, I stood and placed my hand over the placard. I could feel the engraved letters of Tim’s name against my palm, burning into my skin.

I could still feel it days later.

A large car procession befitting a slain police officer. At the funeral, a flag was given to Speed’s parents. A 21-gun salute fired as he was remembered.

Each shot made me cringe. And each shot made me remember some aspect of Speed. He determination. His friends. His life. They all loved him. Not just as a co-worker or comrade, but as a dear friend. He had died protecting justice, died while trying to help others. I tried as hard as I could to hold back my tears. He had repeatedly risked his life for others. And he had died saving me. I knew that Tim wouldn’t want people crying, not for him. That’s just the kind of person Tim was. Selfless. Completely selfless. The lab would never be the same. Not without their Speedle. As the last shot rang out, I had this one last thought: Goodbye, Tim Speedle.

Horatio took a breath and blinked back the tears. He had gotten an alert from Speed. Horatio had heard the unsnapping of the holster and the puling of the gun. He keeps thinking about the outcome. All he gets is this thought:

“I guess I have to define a hero: Someone who puts his/her life on the line to save others, no matter what the cost to himself/herself.”

That was Speedle in a nutshell. Horatio started to cry, just a little. A simple mistake took Speed’s life away from him and everyone around him.

Not every cop dies in a heroic fashion. Speed died trying to save the life of someone he knew. That someone was Horatio Caine.

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