Finding Kate

Title: Finding Kate
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Tim Speedle/OC
Rating: T for now, M later on
Synopsis: Leaving was one of the hardest things she had to do but it was nothing compared to coming back. S1 onwards.


1. Golden Parachute

Chapter One : Golden Parachute


Maybe you were all faster than me

We gave each other up so easily

These silly little wounds will never mend

I feel so far from where I've been

Vanessa Carlton – White Houses


The heat was stifling, much more ferocious than I was used to. The Miami sun beamed down across the Everglades, making the swamp water shimmer under its glare. I climbed out of the Hummer, my crime scene kit clutched in my free hand as I yanked it from the passenger seat and out the driver's side along with me, before shutting the door of the Hummer and focusing on the scene in front of me.

Strips of metal jutted out of the water along with floating debris and the metallic skeleton of half a plane. Oil glistened on the water mixing in with god knows what else was in the swamp. Beyond the yellow crime scene tape, a medical point was already being erected along with a storage place for various masses of the debris.

Fumes from the wreckage was already clouding the air as people rushed to and from the various vehicles in order to respond to the chaos that was ensuing. A flicker of red hair swept into my vision as the tall gangly man barked orders, he was the calm amidst of the shit storm that was going down at the minute.

I had to admit the title Lieutenant suited Horatio Caine very well.

Pale blue eyes rose as he held his sunglasses between his fingers, speaking quickly to the Hispanic man, clad in a tight black wet suit at his side. His gaze fixed on me just outside the tape, for a second I was frozen in time.

It had been over a year now since we'd last exchanged apologies over a closed casket. The memory still stuck with me. Horatio's freckled hands taking mine and wishing me luck, telling me it wasn't too late to change and get myself out.

After Ray's death I took his words to heart, it cut too deep seeing someone I loved and respected being put in the ground. The job was always going to be dangerous but people had a tendency to feel invulnerable but eh evidence was there when my eyes read over the tombstone. If it could happen to someone as careful as Ray, it could certainly happen to me.

"Kate Callahan. You're looking well." Horatio's throaty voice broke through my thoughts.

Horatio Caine was standing on the other side of the crime scene tape. His sunglasses perched on his nose, his hands resting on his hips pushing his suit jacket out of the way.

"You too Horatio, I have to say it looks like we've got quite the job on our hands." I remarked, ducking under the tap to stand along side him.

My sapphire blue eyes strayed over the wreckage trying to take in the full potential of the scene in front of us.

"I heard about the fire, how are you doing?" Horatio asked, bowing his head.

"Better than I was. The ankle's healed up now, so there's no problems with my physical fitness. I was lucky getting out of the undercover game when I did. The new boss Capo Tina Fiumara apparently had plans to whack me long before the trial came up, so I guess I have you to thank for telling me to get out before it happened." I informed him with a small smile.

"You did that all by yourself Kate." Horatio murmured, returning the smile.

There was a few seconds of silence between the two of us, both lost in the memories that bound us.

"So what have we got? I know it's a plane crash and we were first response…" I began.

Both of us fell into step as Horatio took me further into the wreckage of the crime scene.

"Miami to Washington flight crash landed less then an hour ago in the Dade. Pour priority is survivors. I've got Eric Delko out there searching, we picked up a guy but we just lost him. There were eight passengers on this flight and two pilots; so far we have three bodies." Horatio yelled over the noise of the airboat as it shot past.

"How are we playing this?" I called back as the noise died down.

"I want everyone to dose up on antibiotics. Twenty minute shifts out there on the water. Bag, tag, and flag, everything. I want no mistakes and everything collected. Double glove and we need to move quickly the crime scene is degrading as we speak." Horatio told me, pausing by the near by airboat as the Hispanic man climbed off it.

"You know how I love getting thrown in the deep end." I reminded Horatio as I took a hairclip out of my kit and twisted my chocolate coloured hair up off the nape of my neck, clipping it in place.

"Kate Callahan, this is Eric Delko. He specialises in underwater recovery. Eric, Kate's joining us at the Crime Lab." Horatio introduced me to the tall, wet suit clad man.

Eric gave me a warm, boyish grin before pulling a face.

"I'd shake your hand but I've just come out of the swamp." Eric chuckled.

His voice was rich and his tone playful. I found myself liking him already.

"So you ready to get back on that thing and give me a tour of the Everglades?" I asked, before crouching down next to my kit and put two pairs of gloves on before rising to my feet again.

"Anything for a beautiful woman." Eric winked, gesturing for me to climb aboard.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Mr Delko." I returned playfully.

I caught a glance of Horatio smiling as I grabbed my kit and climbed onto the airboat, Delko, seconds behind me.

"You take good care of her Eric." Horatio called out watching us from the shore as the driver started the airboat engine.

"She's in good hands H." Eric promised as the airboat began to move beneath me.

I wobbled for a second before literally falling into my seat.

"I bet that looked graceful." I muttered, shifting to straighten myself in the seat.

I reached down and took my Crime Scene camera from it's case.

"This your first time on one of these things?" Delko smirked from his standing position.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" I told him, pursing my lips together.

"You sure had me fooled." Delko commented as the airboat began to draw to a halt.

"It has been years, the last time I lived Miami." I said without thinking.

"So you're a resident to Miami? I thought you and Horatio seemed to know each other." Eric said as he sat on the edge of the airboat preparing to wade in.

"I lived in New York for a few years before I decided to come back here and start afresh." I told him, checking the film in my camera.

I glanced up feeling Eric's dark eyes on me. I frowned feeling self conscious as he stared at me surprised.


"Your Kate Callahan?" he explained.

"And your Eric Delko remember? You were right there when Horatio introduced us! I think you've been in this water way too long. It's screwing with your head." I told him, feeling very concerned about his mental state.

"No your Kate Callahan form New York City." Eric persisted.

"I just told you that. I'm serious; I think this water has given you some mental defect. How long have you been in it.?" I asked, debating whether to ask the driver to turn the airboat around or not.

"You were working undercover for years gathering evidence against the Genovese family. Did they really…" Eric trailed off realizing what his next words were.

I pursed my lips together grimly.

"Burn down my house, and attempt to shoot me in the head? Yeah those things really happened." I muttered, looking out into the Everglades.

"Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" I cut him off, with a shake of my head.

"Don't worry about it, you're not the first and you won't be the last."

"You're the stuff legends are made out of in the cop world. An entire crime family based on your evidence is a huge bust." Eric uttered, I could see the awe on his face and I hated it.

"Believe it or not I came down to Miami for a little downtime. I needed something new but familiar. I guess I wanna be someone else for a while." I shrugged before spotting something pink beyond the line of the reeds.

"Eric I think that's a hand." I stated calmly.

Eric's face turned serious as he lowered himself into the water and sifted towards it. I raised my eyes towards the cloudless sky.

It was going to be a long shift.


I was back on the ground, standing just inside the command post, battling with my new Crime scene camera, trying to jam the film in when a pair of hands darted into my vision taking the camera from me.

I looked up to find myself staring into deep doe brown eyes. The guy in question held up the camera and slotted the film in with professional precision.

"You were gonna break it, jamming it in like that." He stated in a deep husky voice.

I took the camera from his hands gratefully.

"Thanks it's been a long time since I had to change the film in one of these things." I said gesturing with the camera.

"You should probably put it down while you're talking." The dark haired guy informed me with a smirk.

I gave him a pained smile before setting the camera down on the table next to me.

"It's nice to see you again Speedle. It's been a long time."

"Yea Kate it has…" he hesitated before letting out a deep sigh. "What are you doing here?"

I lifted the hem of my white shirt to show him the badge.

"I work here now." I said softly.

Speedle raised his eyebrows at the sight of the badge and gun before clenching his jaw and turning his head away to stare at the Crime Scene.

"Should you be taking on Mob bosses or undercover somewhere?"

It was more Speedle's tone rather than his words that cut me. I crossed my arms over my chest

"You know, it really turns me on when you're being mean." I shot back.

Tim's head snapped towards me, his eyes like burning coals.

"You still haven't changed have you?"

I opened my mouth to respond before finding myself interrupted by a dark curly haired woman.

"Everything ok here Tim?" she asked, her eyes fixed on me.

It was clear as she gave me the once over she didn't like what she was seeing.

"Yea, I'm just going over my findings so far Megan." He muttered handing her the clipboard he'd set down on the table during our confrontation.

Megan however was still focused on me.

"And you are?"

I took a deep breath before giving Megan a fake smile.

"Kate Callahan, Horatio's new CSI." I said holding my hand out to shake hers.

Megan stared at my hand before crossing her arms over her chest.

"Horatio didn't tell me he was hiring anyone new." Megan studied me suspicious.

"Well I didn't just wander into a crime scene for the hell of it." I informed her defensively.

"I didn't say you did." Megan returned.

"But that's what you implied."

Beside Megan, Tim rolled his eyes.

"Hey you!" I heard Calleigh's drawled greeting before I saw her coming.

I twisted my body toward the sound smiling to see the blond Southern Belle, grinning as she bounced towards me.

"I haven't seen you in ages…"

"You found the bullet that killed the pilot yet Calleigh?" Megan interrupted.

Calleigh's expression turned to one of cool professionalism as she turned her attention to Megan.

"I'm still looking, although I did find damage to the plane's door." Calleigh confirmed.

Megan ran her hand through her hair nodding.

"Tim and Kate, I want you both to take the door. Calleigh keep working on that bullet…"

"No offence Megan, but Horatio wanted me working with Delko trying to find those black boxes from the plane." Tim informed Megan.

"Well I want you working on that door now; I'll take it up with Horatio." Megan finished.

Tim narrowed his eyes and his jaw tightened. He wasn't the only one that was not amused.


We were standing in front of the huge glass chamber watching as the gas flooded into it, shrouding the door with its cloudy texture; it would take a while for the finger prints to surface.

Speedle's continuous pacing behind me was beginning to get on my nerves. Ever since Megan had paired us together, the silence had been oppressing and overbearing.

"Look it only takes one of us to stand here and watch. You wanna go look for the black boxes with Delko be my guest. I'll cover for you if Megan appears." I offered.

Tim fixed is gaze on me, studying my face.

"You think she's a bitch don't you?" he stated.

I shrugged.

"Those words didn't come out of my mouth." I reminded him.

"It's written all over your face." Tim returned.

"I don't like the fact she undermined Horatio's authority." I told him.

"She used to run the Crime Lab. She knows what she's doing."

"Used to…" I repeated.

"You can't just waltz in here and judge people like that." Tim continued, scowling.

I turned to look at the expression on his face. He was being extremely protective which wasn't unlike him.

"You are taking his far too personally." I remarked meeting his gaze.

Tim shook his head in disgust before spinning on his heel and slamming the door on the way out.

Some things never changed.


"That new girl's really something." Delko grinned as he and Speed strolled towards the home of the two anglers who'd called in the plane crash.

Speed's gaze took in the surrounding area, spying the angler being held by one of the Detectives.

"Can we not talk about Kate Callahan and focus on the job at hand?" he growled as they proceeded through the property.

"How can you not want to talk about her? She's hot and she put her life on the line to take down one of the Five Families. That was a massive take down; she got a medal for it. She's like every cop's wet dream." Delko informed Speed excitedly.

Speed stopped just out of earshot of anyone drawing Delko to a halt beside him.

"Ok, that is just perverse. Stop talking about her, you sound like her fan boy or something and it's annoying." Speed spoke directly.

Delko frowned, before studying his friend curiously.

"What's going on with you? Ever since you've arrived on this scene you've been acting like you've got something shoved up your ass. I know Megan coming back is a big deal for you, and that you and Shawn were close, but there is no need for you to lash out at people. Everyone is having a tough time with this scene so just back off and cool down…"

"You know I don't really have time for this right now. We're supposed to be working on a case, and that's what I'd like to focus on." Speed told the younger man before storming off to give the angler hell.


"So what do we have?" Tim swept into the lab surprising me as I stared at the plane door in front of me.

"Scott Sommer's hand print on the door. Christina's on either side of the frame. I think we're gonna have to do a reconstruction to figure out whether Scott's story rings true. You find the boxes?" I asked giving him a sidelong glance.

Tim was standing along side me now. His arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes aptly studying the door in front of him. I could see the cogs turning in his head as he spoke.

"One of the angler's took it to sell on eBay." He told me, shaking his head.

"You're shitting me?" I exclaimed.

Tim turned his head towards me, the familiar amused smirk spreading across his handsome features.

"I could not make this shit up."

I found myself caught up in the moment, smiling despite myself before reality set in again. Tim's walls shut down again as he returned his gaze to the door. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before I broke it.

"So you wanna go through the reconstruction?"

"I'll be Scott, you be Christina?"

"You're too big to be Christina." I remarked playfully before getting into position by the door. "So Scott said that Christina committed suicide and her hand marks are on either side of the door so…"

I leaned my body forward, so I was facing the door, and put a hand on either side of the frame to simulate Christina's possible position. I felt Tim's presence behind me, and ignored the heat that was rushing through my body.

"Scott Sommer's hand prints where here," Tim put his hand on the door, and then put his other hand on the opposite side of me, grasping the handle.

His body was pressed up against mine; I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I bit my lip relishing the closeness of the moment as deep set memories I tried to bury stirred within me.

"You know…I used to really like getting you in this position." He murmured into my ear.

I shuddered against him remembering the feel of his skin against mine, hot and flushed as he brought me closer…

"Did you just shudder?" he asked loudly.

I froze, my body going rigid in shock as he drew away. I was chastising myself for letting him get that close again. I took a deep breath to steady myself, before turning to face him.

Tim' eyes were on me wide and intense.

"You were thinking about sex." He accused.

"I was not thinking about sex, I don't think about sex while I'm working. I'm a good girl besides you started it with the whole murmuring in my ear thing." I snapped, wrapping my arms around myself defensively.

"I was making a comment." I narrowed my eyes at his words.

"You know what stuff like that does to me, especially when you say it in 'that' tone." I reminded him.

"What 'tone'?"

I glared at him.

"You know what tone." I growled.

"Can we at least get back to work now, or do you wanna cool off somewhere for a while?" he smirked.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from swearing at him.

"We know it obviously didn't happen that way. You'd have palm prints, instead there's only finger prints." Tim recounted, studying the door yet again.

"Which would mean her back was to the door." I concluded moving into position again.

This time my back was to the door. My hands were gripping either side of the door frame.

"That matches up where her prints were but what about his?" Tim spoke to himself, as he leaned forward, placing his hand where Scott's had been against the door, and then his other hand gripping the door handle.

His body was pushed up against mine again, the fabric of our clothes the only thing between the two of us. Our faces inches apart, as he looked into my eyes. His were deep, sullen and intense.

"I liked this position better, I could see your face when you…" I breathed in a low tone.

I heard Tim's deep intake of breath as he jerked himself away, his expression one of complete surprise.

"Hey, if you're allowed to use the 'tone' then so am I." I smirked before turning my back on him and staring at the door, trying to calm my own racing heart.

"I think it's safe to say that this wasn't a suicide, Scott Sommer's opened that door." I confirmed with a small sigh.

"That's because ladies and gentleman Christina was about to do the right thing." I span to see Horatio leaning in the doorway, his eyes on the two of us.

I wondered how long he'd been standing there, how much he'd seen or heard.

"Christina knew where all the bodies were buried; she sent a letter to Washington ahead of the flight, blowing the whistle on the company executives." Horatio continued.

Tim crossed his arms over his chest, nodding as he digested this evidence.

"That's a clear motive for murder."

"The problem is though that we don't have the evidence that backs that up. I think it's time to recreate the crime scene." Horatio informed us before sweeping out of the room to notify the others of our next location.

There was a stunned silence as Tim and I starred at the place he previously occupied.

"Do you think he…."

Tim cut me off.

"I'd say there's a very realistic possibility that he did."

"Ok…" I muttered. "So no using the tone, we just got caught up in the moment. That sound like a good solution to you?"

Tim nodded his agreement.

"We will not use or speak of it again. Deal?" I looked at Tim pointedly.

"You know I wouldn't have done it, if you hadn't decided to come back here." He informed me.

"Well I can't change that. Your gonna have to learn to live with it." I returned.

"Until you next disappear of course." He shot back.

His eyes were on me, his gaze now cold and steely. A lesser person would have shivered underneath it. I held my ground; I would not apologize for my previous actions.

"We've got a re-creation to get to." I muttered.

I brushed past, trying to keep my temper from flaring as I followed Horatio's path through the Crime Lab.


The skyline was darkening as we stood there in place staring at the body swinging from the concentrate beam in front of us. The noose tied tightly around its neck, as the uniforms hurried to cut it down.

"If he'd done it earlier nine other people lives would have been saved." I commented dryly, shaking my head when we made it back to the lab.

"People like that are selfish. I feel like I saved the wrong guy." Eric admitted as we stood on the steps leading up to the Crime Lab.

I patted his shoulder gently.

"You can't control the circumstances you were thrown into, you did the best with what you had Eric, no one knew that he was the killer. At the end of the day, he got what he deserved. There's no two ways about it. You did the right thing." I told him sympathetically.

"Thanks, that means a lot. Hey… I was wondering do you want to go for a Mojito, maybe get you know each other a little better if your gonna be sticking with us in the Crime lab." Eric's smile was one of utmost innocence.

I brushed my loose hair behind my ear, feeling my cheeks colour a little. It had been a long time since guy had asked me out, without an agenda.

"You mind if I take a rain check. I have plans tonight." I told him, with a small smile.

Eric grinned, bowing his head before meeting my gaze.

"I just made a mistake here didn't I?" he asked, his hazel eyes on me as I looped my thumbs into my trouser pockets.

I looked away nodding.

"Yea but I can forget about it. It was nice of you to ask." I told him, still focusing on the yellow Ducati parked up next to the curb.

"Hey, you're a pretty girl, it would be rude not to." He teased before continuing. "I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow Kate." Delko waved at me as he treaded towards his car looking slightly downcast.

"I feel like I've kicked a puppy." I muttered to myself as Tim stepped up next to me.

"I wouldn't feel too bad about it. Delko likes to play the field. He'll bounce back, so you really got plans tonight?" Tim gave me a sidelong glance as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I knew you were standing there all along you know and yes I do really have plans." I told him getting my keys out of my hand bag.

Tim bowed his head and nodded before walking down the steps in front of me.

"See you around Kate."

"You too Tim."

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