Timothy Speedle

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 17:58:33 GMT

Ok, here's my first shot at CSI: Miami. A Speedle Fic about his experience of Dying.

Title: Trapped Within the Sun Walls
Rated: PG
Genre: Drama/Supernatural

It had been four days since I had made that fatal mistake. Four days since I could actually feel. I stood quietly, though there is no other way to stand when you're dead, in the sunlit corador of the Miami Dade Police Department. This morning only a few of them came into the lab, dressed so nicely, some in black. And I saw so many sad faces. I watched them leave, followed them out into the parking lot and saw them drive away. It was an odd feeling knowing that they were about to go see my body and watch it be buried... when I was right there in front of them.

I'm not sure what I am... a ghost, a spirit? But I've been lost here in the department since I lost my life. When I had woken on the floor in the glass hallway I paniced. The pain of my last mortal memory stung a thousand times worse than the bulet that killed me.

Horatio's face. His voice less than a speck of the strong man I know him to be. The burn of the blood flowing up my throat. But his voice...

Speed...

As if it was impossible for me to die. Like he was asking me, asking me... are sure your life just slipped through my fingers?

It's the heaviest feeling I have ever had.

So four days later, I was standing there, looking out into the fading day. It had been hours of silence all around me. Sure, others were going about their work. But they didn't seem happy about it. I saw tons of people I'd never noticed before. Noticed a lot of things I'd never noticed before.

I was contemplating this when a glint of orange light hit me in the eye. I looked out the window and saw the silver Hummer coming back into the parkinglot.

Horatio was alone. There didn't seem to be anyone else returning for the day. I watched as he walked in the door. No one spoke to him outright, although there were plenty of sympathetic, sad smiles. When he went up the stairs to his office I followed. And as he shut the door I walked through it and sat in the visitors chair. It all seemed as if I had been summoned to speak with him like I used to, until he sat down and his oblivion to my presence was obvious.

He swivled in his chair and placed his elbows on the desk, his chin rested on his clasped hands. I leaned back in my own chair and just watched him.

I noticed the case file once again on the desk. It was mine. All about my stupid mistake and how I bought it. It had laid there since it had been finished two days before, untouched What else was there to know for him? He was there. He had touched me, spoken to me. Like I said... I remember.

I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard his voice. I was startled. He was alone... and though I'd been haunting this place for four days now I had yet to hear Horatio talk to himself.

“Clean your gun Speed.” He said soflty and threw his hands out in a motion of desperation.

“I know I have said it a hundred times.” His jaw clenched on the last word and I winced. I waited.

”I should have tried for a hundred and fifty.”

My eyes snaped open wide. I knew he coudn't hear me or see me but in that moment I stood up in anger or maybe frustration... and shouted.

“It's my fault 'H'. Not yours I did it! You did tell me a hundred and fifty times! I didn't listen.”

I was breathing heavily and standing, looking at him now. And oddly enough I saw a look of confusion in his face. He looked around as if he'd felt a tremmor. I stepped back. Perhaps the intensity of my reaction had caused some sort of reverb in reality. I sighed and brought my hand up over my face.

TBC...

In the Beginning

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 15:13:45 GMT

Ok, you might already know me so hold on. I'm Megan... formerly known as captain_corky in the LJ world. I have returned from a pilgrimage in Myspace land and though I still have one I'm back here because LJ has so much more to offer.
More later ;)

On this Lowly Ground

Timothy Speedle

In the Beginning