muse_shuffle Disc 2 Track 17
17. And it must feel nice (It must feel nice)/To leave no trace
That somebody needs you/And that somebody is me
[Moonland - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds]
It always astonished him, how well and truly a person could disappear if they really wanted to. He had seen it happen most often with suspects or those awaiting trial; rather than face the consequences of their actions they simply picked up and left town and it was as if they never even existed.
But Megan wasn't a criminal defendant, or even a suspect. She was his former supervisor, co-worker, friend. When Tim had first started to seriously consider a career in forensics Megan had been the one who guided him. Megan told him the best courses to take at Columbia and was always willing to answer if he called her with a question about something. When he'd graduated with his honors degree Megan had come up both to see it and to personally offer him the internship at the Miami-Dade crime lab.
If Speed really wanted to be honest with himself, Megan hadn't disappeared the day she turned in her resignation from the lab. She had started to disappear the day that her husband was pulled from the roof along with that jumper. It might not have seemed like it to Calleigh or Eric, but they hadn't been working in the lab as long as Speed had. They didn't know Megan like he did. The Megan that came back to work five months after they'd buried Kevin Donner wasn't the same Megan that had taught him how to dust for prints and quizzed him on fibers over the telephone. He'd wanted to call her, especially after the shooting. There had to be some way to keep Megan from disappearing from his life completely. But by the time Speed finally got around to dialing, her phone was disconnected; she'd either changed her number or else moved out of the Miami completely.
And he wondered if their friendship was even worth salvaging after all this time.
Muse: Tim Speedle
Word count: 315
That somebody needs you/And that somebody is me
[Moonland - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds]
It always astonished him, how well and truly a person could disappear if they really wanted to. He had seen it happen most often with suspects or those awaiting trial; rather than face the consequences of their actions they simply picked up and left town and it was as if they never even existed.
But Megan wasn't a criminal defendant, or even a suspect. She was his former supervisor, co-worker, friend. When Tim had first started to seriously consider a career in forensics Megan had been the one who guided him. Megan told him the best courses to take at Columbia and was always willing to answer if he called her with a question about something. When he'd graduated with his honors degree Megan had come up both to see it and to personally offer him the internship at the Miami-Dade crime lab.
If Speed really wanted to be honest with himself, Megan hadn't disappeared the day she turned in her resignation from the lab. She had started to disappear the day that her husband was pulled from the roof along with that jumper. It might not have seemed like it to Calleigh or Eric, but they hadn't been working in the lab as long as Speed had. They didn't know Megan like he did. The Megan that came back to work five months after they'd buried Kevin Donner wasn't the same Megan that had taught him how to dust for prints and quizzed him on fibers over the telephone. He'd wanted to call her, especially after the shooting. There had to be some way to keep Megan from disappearing from his life completely. But by the time Speed finally got around to dialing, her phone was disconnected; she'd either changed her number or else moved out of the Miami completely.
And he wondered if their friendship was even worth salvaging after all this time.
Muse: Tim Speedle
Word count: 315