Title: Speed Freaks
Parings: Tim Speedle and my alter ego :D
Rating: G! (b/c this is my first attempt and i dont wanna go to fast.)
Notes: I don't normally write down my fantasies when it comes to making a TV show go my way i just think it so ill attempt to write one... give me feedback of all kinds. :D, its based off of the first episode of season 2, where we meet the Cruz brothers, in all their diplomatic immunity glory, as if our CSI's can't catch them anyways. The first part is almost directly from the eppy then i kinda take the regins from there. P.S. I FAIL at title creating.

As Eric Delko and Calleigh Duquesne sat in the front seats of the cop car, Tim Speedle sat alone in the back eating his very expensive, gourmet, chocolate dipped pretzels. The trio sat outside of a club, staking out a one Clavo Cruz. "Look, they've been in there since this afternoon, maybe he's going out the back." Delko stated. "Clavo Cruz is definately coming out the front door." Calleigh replied "How do you figure?" Speed inquired his voice fading off as his attention focused less on the task at hand and more on the figure that was waiting ever so patiently to cross the street, she was on the passenger side of the car, and he couldn't help but admire her beauty.As Calleigh answered his question he snapped back to reality and notice another figure outside, a drunk stumbling fool, Clavo Cruz! "Wait a minute, that's him." Speed managed to choke out. They watched as he rough-housed his friends, tripped over himself, and slowly stumbled closer and closer to his car. "He looks WWI." Delko said. " Definately walking while intoxicated." Calleigh replied. With full attention on Clavo, Speedle anxiously said "When he gets behind the wheel of that car, he's our buisness right?". Indeed he was, Clavo Cruz foolishly stepped in the car and turned the key, and the people in the cop car watching him went into action arresting him at once.

Tim Speedle sat in his lab, doing what he does best, tracing. Not artisic tracing, no but forensic tracing. Anaylsising fibers, looking at tire tracks, the works. But today he seemed uneasy, he couldn't seem to get his mind off of that figure crossing the street last night. He still had an image of her in his mind, she was professional yet sexy, the way she walked oozed with confidence, she held her chin high and shoulders back, which extenuated her small chest size perfectly. She wore her shoulder length hair in a pony tail, and showed off her near flawless face. She was petite but Speed liked that in a girl. The outfit she was wearing exaggerated her petite physique. Speed couldn't help but day-dream of her, it was love at first sight, he wanted her to be his, and he wanted to see her again. "Speed?" a calm cool voice spoke behind him. It was Lt. Horatio Caine, his boss. "Hey H." Tim said. "Is everything ok?" Horatio asked. Nothing ever got by Caine, he always seemed to know when one of his crew had a change in their life, and Caine was just the kind of boss you could talk to about anything. His presence was almost father like, he cared for his team and his team cared for him. "Umm.. yeah," Tim said, he paused for a while before continuing , "its just that, last night when me, and Calleigh, and Eric were waiting for Clavo, this..this girl was by the car, and I can't get my mind off her'" "This won't affect your work right?" H asked. "No." Speed replied. Horatio walked out of the lab, and left Speed there by himself. He glanced over at his kit, and an idea popped in his head.


He parked his Ducati on the opposite corner from when he last saw her, Its only been a night, he thought to himself, I hope theres at least a speck of her I can work off of. Tim got right to work, he whipped out his kit and carefully inspected the floor, looking for any signs of his mystery lover. Just then a shadow of a pair of legs got close to him. "Please don't take another step, I'm doing very important crime scence work here." He said angrily. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just admiring your bike." the soft feminine voice replied back. As he got up and turned around to face the woman he said "That's nice and all but listen lady..," Tim's eyes met with the young girls, and his voice stopped dead in its tracks. Holy Crap! Its her. He said to himself. "I'm sorry if I'm ruining your job, its just your Ducati is gorgeous, I mean if it is yours." she interjected. Tim quickly gathered himself. "Um yeah it is mine, and your not ruining my job, I was just, ummm.. well see its complicated and silly." he said. "Oh?" she inquired. "Yeah," he paused "its just the other day this girl passed by here when me and my friend were eating lunch, and he couldn't get his mind off of her and me being a good friend, offered to use my CSI skills to find her." "Interesting." she said. Timothy Speedle you idiot ask her her name! "Ummm..god, I'm so rude, my name is Tim, Tim Speedle, and yours is?" he said as smooth as can be. "My name is Emily, Emily Carter." she said. "Well, Emily, I could take you on a ride, if you'd like, since you seem so smitten by my bike." Tim said. "I would love that." Emily replied as she walked to the rear of the bike and hopped on. Tim followed and Emily put her arms around him. Tim revvved the bike, and they sped away.

Emily and Tim rode for a block or two and then Tim decided to stop at his favorite fast food place. After all, it was a dated he was looking for and its a date he was determined to get. "So, I can only assume that you eat right?" Tim asked. Emily giggled "Yes I do eat, and Mr. Speedle are you asking me out to dinner?" Tim blushed. do I tell the truth? "Why yes I am." he said after a while. Emily walked into the diner and Tim followed. The couple sat and ordered, they talked, and talked, and talked. By the end of the diner they seemed all talked out. Tim checked his watch and said "So I guess its about time I get you home huh?" Emily looked at the clock on the wall, and sighed. "Yeah, I guess so." The couple went back to the Ducati and got on. Tim stopped in front of Emily's home and turned the engine off. "So uh, this is yours?" he said. "Mhmm" Emily said, she waited for a moment. What is she waiting for? Tim asked himself and then it snapped in his mind. Oh! She wants me to walk her to her door. Tim dismounted his bike and Emily followed they walked up to the door. "Thanks for the ride, and the dinner, it was really nice." Emily said."Thank you too." Tim replied but before he could walk away Emily pulled him in and kissed him feircely, shocked at first but then at ease Tim kissed back. It wasn't a long kiss but it was powerful, and Tim felt like he was a kid with a dollar in a penny candy store."WOW" he manged to utter out. Emily blushed."I have to say that was the best kiss I had since high school." he finished. Emily giggled more. "Thanks." Tim walked back to his Ducati, revved the engine and drove away. With nothing but a smile on his face and in his heart. Lucky I managed to nab her number. He thought to himself. Once at home Speedle lay in his bed. Satisfied, and happy, he would definately go to work the next day brighter than he has been for a while. And they said never to date someone you didn't know. He chuckled to himself, as he soon slipped into the most perfect sleep he's ever gotten, as the vision of Ms. Emily Carter floated around his head. This was definately the best reward from being on the job. ever.

the end..

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