Brain Doctor.

[timothy_speedle]

WHO: Horatio/Timothy/Brain Doctor..my bad.."Relationship counselor". Bah.
WHEN: Most recent.
WHERE: Doctor's Office. Well, in front of it. Still outside.

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Timothy would not shut up. This went on for days, his constant whining. He hated this idea. Hated it more than anything in this entire world. More than Nico, and that was a lot of

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[timothy_speedle]

Horatio was getting up and Timmy nearly sighed in relief. He wanted to leave, now. But then Caine just went straight to posing and Timothy glares at the older man then turned his attention to her for a moment.

Two against one.

Shaking his head he snarls at Horatio then curses over at her. "Fuck you both. I don't need to take this bullshit." And he was nearly breathless he was so worked up from what the Doctor said.

Turning away from the both of them he prowls about the room, seething mad now. Fingers locked across the top of his head he continues to curse and growl. He felt trapped, he didn't know what to do or how to end this.

Without thinking he snags a book off of any random shelf and hurls it towards her, though missing by a few feet quite on purpose it smashes against the opposite wall.

"I have control. I'm always in control. I control Horatio and Greg and Ray and whoever the fuck else i'm in contact with! So fuck you!" He bellows out in a fit. Practically seeing red as he turns his real anger towards Horatio. Just glaring at him.

"Say something, do it.. go ahead.." He says in a deathly quite tone. Daring him. Or her. "Deny it." Timmy breathes. His voice trembling with rage.

[h_caine]

Once again Horatio replaced a book Tim had taken from Dr. Hendersen's shelf. This time Speedle had displaced it in a much more violent manner but H tried to retain the same clam demenour as he replaced it. He did make a wide arc around the seething Speed though, not returning the volume to it's original spot in the bookcase which would bring him a little too close. Instead he just laid it on top of the other books, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the wall after he had finished. H stared down at the floor. He almost smiled, almost, but he just managed to keep his expression stern. It was difficult though with Speed's hands up on his head as they were. The kind of position that made his t-shirt ride up a little on his midriff. Enough to show a hint of his belly and hips and that was all it took to make Caine lick his lips. H shifted how he stood, turning so he leaned his side against the wall instead of his back. Taking Tim out of his direct line of sight.
"I'm afraid Doctor, with all due respect to you and your expertise, I do not believe that people 'can't help doing things'. Now if someone has nerve damage and, say, they end up with a tic, that is something they actually cannot control. But anything that requires fore-thought and an action to make that thought into deed, that is something that can be helped. Can be stopped. You have to load a gun and aim it before you even have the option of pulling the trigger."
Horatio tilted his head and eyed Speedle through a soft tuft of his ember bangs that hung low against his bowed brow. It was a critical stare. Usually he looked at his on-again, off-again lover with affection tempering his gaze, but at the moment he was eyeing him more like a suspect than a mate.
"So he controls it. And yes, Tim, you control me. I will not deny that. Greg, I have no idea. Probably, if he feels about you anything like I do. Ray?"
H shook his head.
"No comment. But let me say he has a more subtle way of controlling people. Not to say he doesn't ever throw a tantrum."
Horatio hesitated a moment before taking a step forward. He cocked his head, hands returning to their familiar spot on his hips.
"But what Tim? What if I said no. What if I did deny it? What would you do? Storm out of here? Hit me? Hit her? Come on Speed, you are worth a hell of a lot more as a human being than your cock or your attitude. At least to me..."