Fic: More His Speed (CSI:Miami/NCIS x-over) - DiNozzo/Speedle - NC-17 - Chapter 22/?
Title: More His Speed - Chapter 22
Word Count: ~1,700
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Tim Speedle (NCIS/CSI: Miami crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Hot boy sex isn't really a "warning", but eh.. *shrug*
Author's Notes: This all started with me talking to heartspeedand trying to figure out how to crossover Miami and NCIS... and it all just exploded like WOAH. The fic follows Tony and Speed through their relationship.
Summary: Speed stays with a friend while he sorts out his Feelings.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *pout* They belong to CBS.
Chapter 22
Tony dragged himself into the squad room, the worry and the lack of sleep of the past week weighing him down and aging him at least ten years. He dropped his gear on the floor by his desk and paused. The light on Speed’s desk was on for the first time in a week. He furrowed his brow in confusion and walked across the room to poke his head over the partition. What he saw made him pause.
“Speed?” Tony asked cautiously, as if talking too loud would make Speed vanish. Again.
Speed looked over his shoulder at Tony. “DiNozzo.” He greeted coolly.
Tony crossed his arms over the partition and leaned against it. “Haven’t seen you for a while. ”
Speed turned back to his computer. “Needed some time off.” He propped his chin in his hand and rested his elbow on his desk. “Not every day you think your boyfriend’s dead only to find out that not only is he alive, but he’d been lying to you.” He shot a hard glance at Tony. “Oh wait, that was you.”
“We were worried about you. You kind of just disappeared and we didn’t hear anything from you except that you were taking time off.” Tony frowned.
Speed didn’t even look at him this time. “Yeah? How’s it feel?”
“TIMMYYYY!!” Abby ran up to Speed’s desk and wrapped him in a hug; trying not to hit him with the small package she held in her other hand. “We missed you!” She planted a kiss on Speed’s cheek.
“Missed you too, Abs.” He hugged Abby back and smiled.
Abby handed Speed a box. “I bought this for you.” She said as Speed opened the box to reveal a chocolate cupcake with a strawberry on top.
Speed grinned. “Thanks, Abby.”
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Speed returned to his desk after lunch to find a card on his desk, his name scrawled in black pen across the white envelope. He looked around to try and catch a glimpse of anyone in the office acting strangely, but he only found busily working agents. Sitting down and taking a closer look, he recognized the hand writing as Tony’s. He opened the envelope to reveal a simple sheet of stationary which he unfolded. His eyes scanned the hand-written letter as he read.
‘Tim,
I’m sorry. I know that’s not even going to begin to cover what happened between us, but it needs to be said anyway. Honestly, part of me isn’t really surprised that you left. I don’t blame you.
I really wish that I could have, that I would have told you something. If only that I couldn’t tell you because I was on assignment. It’s just, my cover was very deep and the op was so important that I couldn’t risk telling you any details. I know that you wouldn’t have intentionally blown my cover, but the agency would have been on the line if something had leaked out. Well, you saw what happened to my car. It was never a matter of not trusting you.
I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, if at all. I just want you to know, that even though I came to care for Jeanne, I loved her only as a close friend.
I never stopped thinking about you. I love you.
Tony.’
Speed stared at the words, tears pricking his eyes.
“Speedle!” Gibbs barked, causing Speed to start. Speed blinked a few times to clear his eyes before looking at Gibbs. “Grab your gear!” Speed snatched up his bag and ran to catch up, not looking at Tony.
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They arrived at the scene to find the Petty Officer lying face down in the mud.
“Speedle! DiNozzo!” Gibbs barked, jerking his head to call them over.
Tony reached him first. “What is it, Boss?” He asked as Speed followed. Speed just looked at Gibbs, not saying anything.
Gibbs narrowed his eyes at the two of them. “I’m not sure what’s going on with you two,” he took a sip of coffee, “but I want you two to fix it.” Tony and Speed just blinked. Gibbs smacked them each on the back of the head. “Fix it!”
“Yes, Boss.” They answered, still not looking at each other as they went back to work. Gibbs sighed. Speed and Tony really just needed get past this and fuck each other senseless so his team could be back to normal. Well, as normal as his team ever was. He smiled wryly and sipped his coffee.
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Speed looked up from the desk when a pamphlet was dangled in front of his face. He snatched it and looked at the front. The word ‘Italy’ was printed in a fancy font. He looked over his shoulder to find Tony standing behind him. Everyone else had gone home for the night.
“What’s this?” Speed held up the pamphlet.
Tony sat on the corner of Speed’s desk. “I thought maybe we could go for a few weeks, just the two of us.” Speed opened his mouth, but Tony cut him off. “Think of it as an apology gift.” Tony chewed his lip.
Speed looked up at the other man. “Tony…” He sighed.
Tony leaned forward, talking quietly. “We both need the time off, Tim.”
Speed ran a hand through his hair, rumpling it even more. “When?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.
“We wrap this case up within the next week, leave the twenty-first and stay for three weeks.” Tony picked at his fingernail.
Speed stared at the brochure for a few moments before tossing it down on his desk. “Where would we be staying?” He asked.
Tony pulled a photograph out of his breast pocket and handed it to Speed. “Thought we could stay here.”
“Here?” Speed blinked at the photo which showed a lavish Italian villa about a mile from a sandy beach.
Tony smiled. “What do you think?” he asked, searching Speed’s face.
Speed looked at the photo for second. “Lemme think about it for a day or two.”
“Of course.” Tony nodded as he stood. “I’ll see ya.” He left, grabbing his bag from his desk on his way out. Speed stared at the photo and the brochure before gathering them up with the rest of his stuff and turning his desk light off. He decided he do better thinking about this after indulging in whatever mouth-watering dinner Devon had cooked up that night.
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Speed opened the door to Devon’s apartment and tossed his bag on the floor as he toed off his shoes. He closed the door behind him and wandered into the kitchen where he found Devon stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. Devon grabbed a clean spoon out the drawer, spooned out some of whatever was in the pot and tasted it. He procured a second spoonful and turned to Speed, his other hand under the spoon to catch drips.
“Taste this.” Devon told Speed, holding the spoon out to him. Speed leaned forward and took a sip off the spoon. His taste buds were met with the delicious taste of homemade vegetable beef soup.
“’S good.” Speed affirmed.
Devon glanced into the simmering pot. “You don’t think it needs more salt?”
“It’s fine.” Speed smiled, as he took in the sight of Devon fretting over the soup, hair pulled back and black apron emblazoned with giant lips and ‘Kiss the Cook’ in red. “Nice apron.” Speed smirked.
Devon looked at him. “Thanks.” He ironed the front of his apron out with his hand. “It was a gift from my mom.” He smiled. “So how was work?” He paused as he turned back to his pot. “God, I sound like a housewife.”
Speed chuckled. “Work was work.”
“And?” Devon grabbed two bowls out of the cupboard and ladled some soup into both of them as Speed grabbed the spoons out of the drawer.
“And what?” Speed asked.
“Something’s bugging you.” Devon paused. “More than usual.” He set the bowls on the table. He sat down and took the spoon that Speed handed him.
Speed dropped into the opposite chair. “Food first.” He took a spoonful of soup relaxed a little at the warmth that ran down his throat. They ate in tense silence until they had both finished and Speed rubbed a hand over his tired face. Devon took their dishes to the sink and pulled off his apron. Speed stood and made his way to the living room where he sat on the couch.
Devon strode in and sat next to Speed. “So what’s going on?” He furrowed his brow when Speed took a deep breath and pulled something out of his backpack. Speed tossed an envelope on the coffee table. “What’s this?” Speed tipped his head toward the innocent-looking envelope and Devon picked it up, pulling out the letter inside. He frowned a little as he read it. “You gonna accept his apology?”
Speed snorted. “I really don’t know, Dev.” He dropped the pamphlet and photo on the coffee table and stared at them where they landed.
Devon picked up the pamphlet. “Italy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Speed.
“Yeah.” Speed sighed. “Tony wants to take me to Italy for three weeks. Says it’s an apology gift.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Devon. “What do you think I should do?”
Devon turned sideways on the couch and sat crossed-legged facing Speed. “What do you want to do?”
Speed rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “I mean,” he looked over at Devon, “I want to go, but I don’t. Does that make sense?” Devon nodded.
Speed pulled the box with the cupcake out of his backpack and opened it. He broke a piece off and handed it to Devon. “From Abby. It was a ‘welcome back’ present.”
Devon took a bite of the piece of cupcake in his hand. “Dude.” His eyes rolled back. “Something this delicious should be illegal.” They ate the cupcake in relative silence. When they finished it, Speed leaned over and laid his head on Devon’s shoulder. Devon stroked at Speed’s hair with a sad smile. “You’ll figure it out, Speed.”
Speed snuggled close and closed his eyes. “You think so?”
“Yeah.” Devon rested his chin on Speed’s head. “You’ll be okay.”