muse_shuffle January Disc 2, Track 16
16. Gosh Darn Police Line You Better Not Cross!//Is it the cop, or am I the one thats really dangerous?
[‘Warning’ - Green Day]
Tim Speedle hated beach crime scenes. There was always a chance of evidence being lost, either contaminated with sand or washed away completely by waves and rising tide. And the sand got into everything, not just the evidence; there were times Tim swore he'd brought half of the beach home in his shoes and his kit.
And then there were the people on the beach. Not the witnesses or onlookers, but the people who thought the rules about crime scenes didn't apply to them.
"Sir, I don't want to have to tell you again - this is a crime scene. Please stay on the other side of the yellow tape." The man that the posted officer had been speaking to immediately launched into a rant, threatening to call his lawyer if he wasn't allowed to sit in his usual spot.
Beside him, Speed heard Delko chuckle. "Somehow, I don't think squatter's rights apply to beaches," the Cuban remarked, picking up a used condom and placing it into an envelope.
"Dare you to go over there and tell him that," Tim retorted. He stooped down and swabbed a drop of blood in the sand that hadn't yet been washed away by the incoming tide. Eying the swab, he grimaced. "Have I mentioned lately how much I hate sand?"
Eric's response, whatever it might have been, was cut off by a sudden outburst behind them. Turning around, they saw the angry man from before trying to climb over the crime scene tape. The officer on duty tried to stop him, but wound up being shoved backwards onto his ass. Both Eric and Speed straightened up as the man stormed in their direction.
"Sir, you need to leave this area immediately. This is a crime scene--"
"I don't give a rat's ass if the Queen of England died here! I demand that you clear out immediately, or else you'll be hearing from my attorney!"
Speed arched an eyebrow. "Well, while you're doing that, be sure to tell him that you're being brought up on charges of obstruction of justice and assaulting a police officer as well." Looking away from the irate man, Tim waved two of the patrol officers over.
"Speed, look out!" Tim turned around at Eric's cry just in time to catch the angry guy's fist in his face.
===
"Nice shiner, Speedle."
Looking up, Tim removed the ice pack from his face long enough to shoot Calleigh a withering Look. Seeing the extent of his black eye, the blonde winced in sympathy.
"At least I managed to dodge the knife he had in his other hand," Speed pointed out. "I still can't believe the guy was dumb enough to come back to his own crime scene."
"I can't believe he was stupid enough to stick around, let alone assault the CSIs working it," Calleigh agreed. It would definitely be a story for their "Dumbest Perps" casefile.
Tim pulled the ice pack away again to adjust his hold on it, and grimaced at the small grains of sand stuck to the bag. "I hate sand."
Muse: Tim Speedle
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Word count: 515
[‘Warning’ - Green Day]
Tim Speedle hated beach crime scenes. There was always a chance of evidence being lost, either contaminated with sand or washed away completely by waves and rising tide. And the sand got into everything, not just the evidence; there were times Tim swore he'd brought half of the beach home in his shoes and his kit.
And then there were the people on the beach. Not the witnesses or onlookers, but the people who thought the rules about crime scenes didn't apply to them.
"Sir, I don't want to have to tell you again - this is a crime scene. Please stay on the other side of the yellow tape." The man that the posted officer had been speaking to immediately launched into a rant, threatening to call his lawyer if he wasn't allowed to sit in his usual spot.
Beside him, Speed heard Delko chuckle. "Somehow, I don't think squatter's rights apply to beaches," the Cuban remarked, picking up a used condom and placing it into an envelope.
"Dare you to go over there and tell him that," Tim retorted. He stooped down and swabbed a drop of blood in the sand that hadn't yet been washed away by the incoming tide. Eying the swab, he grimaced. "Have I mentioned lately how much I hate sand?"
Eric's response, whatever it might have been, was cut off by a sudden outburst behind them. Turning around, they saw the angry man from before trying to climb over the crime scene tape. The officer on duty tried to stop him, but wound up being shoved backwards onto his ass. Both Eric and Speed straightened up as the man stormed in their direction.
"Sir, you need to leave this area immediately. This is a crime scene--"
"I don't give a rat's ass if the Queen of England died here! I demand that you clear out immediately, or else you'll be hearing from my attorney!"
Speed arched an eyebrow. "Well, while you're doing that, be sure to tell him that you're being brought up on charges of obstruction of justice and assaulting a police officer as well." Looking away from the irate man, Tim waved two of the patrol officers over.
"Speed, look out!" Tim turned around at Eric's cry just in time to catch the angry guy's fist in his face.
===
"Nice shiner, Speedle."
Looking up, Tim removed the ice pack from his face long enough to shoot Calleigh a withering Look. Seeing the extent of his black eye, the blonde winced in sympathy.
"At least I managed to dodge the knife he had in his other hand," Speed pointed out. "I still can't believe the guy was dumb enough to come back to his own crime scene."
"I can't believe he was stupid enough to stick around, let alone assault the CSIs working it," Calleigh agreed. It would definitely be a story for their "Dumbest Perps" casefile.
Tim pulled the ice pack away again to adjust his hold on it, and grimaced at the small grains of sand stuck to the bag. "I hate sand."
Muse: Tim Speedle
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Word count: 515