Running Late...

[Timothy Speedle]

Tim glanced down at the files held tightly in his hands as he walked into the labs for the first time. And couldn't help but have a feeling of deja vu wash over him. If I didn't know better, I'd say that I'd been in here before....

The brass had been the ones to encourage him to move elsewhere, reassuring him that it would be better that way. When he'd asked if he'd worked for them they'd hemmed and hawed, and changed the subject. Suspicious, but to an addled mind that had been in a coma for so many months, not something noticeable.

Now, however, he questioned what they'd told him. He knew they'd been less than thrilled when he'd shown back up in Miami, and they'd immediately pulled strings to get him a position at a hospital. But things hadn't worked out and no one would hire him. He'd turned in an application for the newly opened ME position within their lab, and they'd reluctantly hired him. All the while muttering about there going to be 'hell to pay' with someone named Caine. Whoever that was.

Looking at his notes again, he chuckled. Caine, it turned out, was the head of the lab, and the man he'd be answering to. But why had they been so apprehensive about telling him about Tim? He had no idea. But he suspected it had something to do with the blanks in his memory and the fuzzy faces of people who haunted him in his dreams. He never saw details, only hair and skin color, and sometimes got an idea of a voice or clothing type... Never enough to go on though. Perhaps this man... this man could tell him what he wanted so badly to know.

Even if he couldn't, Tim was grateful to have the job. He was lucky that his old place was still available. Though that was probably partly due to it being his uncle's... and his uncle hadn't been able to bear to rent it out after... whatever had happened, happened.

He'd been taken there shortly after arriving in Miami, and shown the loft. Everything, his uncle said, was as he'd left it. Not so true now. Though Tim didn't remember a lot of the things that were in the apartment, he still had felt a deep loss every time he'd had to sell or pawn one of them to make ends meet.

He was grateful for the change in heart the brass had come of them. He was down to a mattress, box springs, a fridge, and a tiny bit of food. Oh, and a TV that only half worked.

Stepping further inside, shaking himself to bring his mind back to the present, he looked for the team he'd be working with, intent on introducing himself.

Here goes nothing.

[Bella Caine]

((umm--confusion))

[Timothy Speedle]

[[OOC: Read his bio, the history explains it all]]

[Bella Caine]

((okay thanks Speed))

[Calleigh Duquesne]

Calleigh looked around the lab. People were running around and the buzz of chatter was loud. You could hear the phones ringing off the hucks. She walked out of the ballistis lab and looked around. She didn't feel like she needed to be in there for the time being.

She looked around and saw a man wondering around. This must be the new guy, she thought to herself. She started to walk torwards him. He had a nervous look on his face like most on them on their first day but something was different about him.

She set a warm smile on her face and spoke Hi im Calleigh Duquesne you must be new here. Is there something i can help you find?

[Timothy Speedle]

Tim turned to her, the woman's voice stirring memories. Memories that faded again almost as quickly as they'd come. Feeling that sense of loss again, Tim forced himself to offer a smile, hiding the pain he was feeling. She had offered to help, so perhaps asking her where to find this Caine fellow would be a good place to start.

"Hi! I'm Dr. Speedle. Recently moved here from Chicago... " He paused. "Though I did used to live here... a few years ago..." He sighed, rubbing at the back of his head -- a sheepish gesture he'd never really been able to stop. "I'm supposed to be finding Lieutenant Caine and reporting to him...."

He offered a small smile. "I'm just feeling a little odd. Like I've been here before. Deja vu and all that." He shook his head. "Missing a good few memories from my past, and I could swear I know you and this whole place...." He blinked at her, slight confusion showing in his dark eyes.

[Calleigh Duquesne]

hmmmm really thats a bit odd. Ummm Lt. Caine is out at the moment. I think that i remeber the name....... she said as she slighty driffted off into her memorys.

She couldn't help it. Something that showed in his face and the way that his eyes were. She knew him didn't she? Her confustion was makeing her feel stupid. She must know him from somewhere.........

[Timothy Speedle]

Tim shifted from foot to foot, looking slightly put out. "Oh. I was really hoping he'd have been here rather than out on a case..." He gave a wan sort of smile, and continued. "I'm feeling a bit out of place and lost here. And the deja vu really isn't helping at all."

When she said that she remembered his name, he perked up. Perhaps she'd known him? She did seem a little bit distracted... preoccupied with the job, more than likely. He knew how stressful some jobs could be, and when people's lives were involved, well... the stress levels tended to climb even higher.

"Maybe you do know me then?" A hopeful tone, though Tim was still somewhat guarded. With no memories to speak of -- missing a good deal of his college days and a career he'd had after -- it was quite easy to take advantage or lead him on. Though he got the feeling that this woman wouldn't.....

[Calleigh Duquesne]

She was still pulling her memorys. Speed. Speed. Speed. Wait Tim Speedle!!!! That was it. It was him. No that couldnt be right he was dead! Right i mean we went to his funeral. Horatio saw it himself he died.

She was in aw now. Wait, your same is Tim Speed isnt it. Oh god. We were told that you died that you were shot because you gun miss fired. I cant believe this! She was bursting with exsitment. She couldnt beleive this and wrapped her arms around him!

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Breathe in deep before I say
I CAN FEEL US SLIP AWAY.
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It's funny, funny, funny.

Ryan wakes up every morning with something akin to a smile on his face, wakes up ready to get his butt to work in order to make sure everything's okay and up and running (because really, this obsessive-compulsive disorder is doing nothing for his health); and what does he find when he gets said butt out of his check-up stage of the lab?

'No way--'

The bag slung over his left shoulder falters, eyes wide in obvious confusion - lips slightly agape. 'This is not happening, this is not true, if this is happening, then I'm dreaming, right? This is all a dream, meant to haunt me, because I stick my nose into business that the local engineers should be working on like the generator and all that junk,' his mind speaks, but he finds that no matter how many times he blinks, it never goes away. Ryan's teeth dig into his lower lip, grip on his backpack's strap tightening, knuckles turning white with the force. Hazel eyes narrow as the boy takes in the scene before him, Calleigh hugging someone (which is strange and new in itself), and that someone being the one he was sent to replace.

Tim Speedle.

The mere thought of his name sends Ryan's head into a dizzy spell, wondering to himself whether this guy was dead or not, or they lied because they knew that Ryan was so keen on getting this job. His lips begin to bleed at the force his teeth used to bite into them, and his eyes close tightly for a moment before he wills himself to move, move his legs and get his feet planted somewhere else, somewhere far from here, so he could run away.

Run away because he isn't needed anymore.

Useless.

Useless.

Useless..

But he can't - because this work is his passion, his desire in life, to be able to become the best there is with no-one above him. That is what he's been longing for his entire life, that feeling, the satiation of the undying hunger his cannibalistic self brought about. He cannot run from the tower he has spent so long to build, and even if the one he'd supposedly replaced came back, well, then the team would have to pick who they wanted more. Or, maybe, let the both of them work. Ryan will not stand down, however, he will stand his ground and get what he's been longing for - he will not let all his hard work go to waste.

The male makes his way over to the two, hitching the backpack higher up his shoulder.

"Sorry to ruin the moment, guys, but, uh, Calleigh, who's the new guy?"

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Ryan knows who this man is.

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TAGGED! all these people here o;
WORD COUNT! four five one, wow
LISTENING TO! santa fe - christian bale
NOTES! i hope you don't mind me jumping in. i just can't get over the curiosity that the meeting or ryan & speed would be.. c: