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paradisalost2007-03-28 11:59 am
go-speedle-go.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2007-03-28 11:59 am
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CSI Meeting [Speed, Calleigh]
Who: Speed, Calleigh
What: They meet up after agreeing on Speed's journal entry.
When: Afternoon (roughly now)
Where: Fifteenth floor stair case landing.
Rating: PG-13 (because apparently I can't write one paragraph without cursing... X])
Speed grabbed up the journal and stuffed it in his back pocket (pen and all), then headed out the door. His ass felt awkward--like the journal was writing on it--but he ignored the feeling. He headed for the stairs and promptly stomped his way down them.
He stopped when he reached the designated meet-up spot. He stood idly, his arms swinging by his sides a little as he glanced around while waiting. Not like there was much to see in the stairwell, but it was a habit for him to constantly be moving his head. He waited there on the fifteenth floor landing, wondering if the Calleigh he was about to meet was the one and the same that he knew and loved.
What: They meet up after agreeing on Speed's journal entry.
When: Afternoon (roughly now)
Where: Fifteenth floor stair case landing.
Rating: PG-13 (because apparently I can't write one paragraph without cursing... X])
Speed grabbed up the journal and stuffed it in his back pocket (pen and all), then headed out the door. His ass felt awkward--like the journal was writing on it--but he ignored the feeling. He headed for the stairs and promptly stomped his way down them.
He stopped when he reached the designated meet-up spot. He stood idly, his arms swinging by his sides a little as he glanced around while waiting. Not like there was much to see in the stairwell, but it was a habit for him to constantly be moving his head. He waited there on the fifteenth floor landing, wondering if the Calleigh he was about to meet was the one and the same that he knew and loved.
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Calleigh thought it was interesting how this guy Speed knew her name, yet she'd never heard of him. Maybe he was just a lab tech back in New Orleans crime lab who happened to know her name? Yeah, maybe. She figured maybe if she saw him, though, his face might be familiar. You never knew, right?
As she arrived to the fifteenth floor staircase — as per the meeting place agreement — she saw a man standing there. With a smile, she approached him. "Hi. Are you that, uh ... Speed guy?" Oh, he had to be, but she just wanted to make sure. So many people wandered this castle that it could very well be anyone.
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He really hoped this wasn't some awful joke the blond CSI was playing on him. Although it wasn't like Calleigh to joke about such important things, he also wouldn't put it past her to pull a prank on him. She seemed to find a certain delight in it at the lab, so why not here. Of course, she usually only pranked him or left him out or in some other way 'punished' him when he'd prompted her by doing something wrong first. Maybe he couldn't remember then... still, odd timing on her part. Or was that just because he was missing that too?
Speed shook his head clear. This was waaay too confusing. He absolutely hated this place. Period.
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A perceptive person by default, Calleigh noticed the discomfort on this man's face. What he said provoked further curiosity. She tilted her head slightly as she thought to herself, What does he mean by that?
Alright, so she had a very good idea what he meant; she hadn't recognized his face after all, and she hadn't needed to tell him that for him to pick up on that. Her smile faded to a more neutral expression — not quite a frown, mind you — and she sighed.
"I'm sorry. I guess I don't remember you." She was stating the obvious and probably not helping the situation any, but there it was. "How do you know me?"
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Calleigh looked at him like he was speaking to her in Russian or something. None of those names sounded familiar to her, not in the least. Her blank look turned into an apologetic one, and she shook her head. "Not at all, I'm afraid."
And Miami-Dade? She'd never worked there — never been there — to her recollection. Was he maybe confusing her with someone else? "You mentioned me being part of Miami-Dade PD. But... I'm from New Orleans PD."
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"I know you're from New Orleans," Speedle said, "but you came to Miami after that." He narrowed his eyes at her and then shook his head. "Damn. You must have lost the memories because of this damn place."
He shifted his stance a bit and glanced around awkwardly before gazing at her again. He attempted to change the subject. "So, you've been here for, what did you say? A couple of months? It seems really weird here. Hectic, too. How do you cope? I know you like order..."
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This whole situation was awkward — that is, this man who apparently knew her and told her she'd moved to Miami and all that. Then again, what in this place really made much sense? Yeah, not much. But anyway.
At least Calleigh had that sort of demeanor that allowed her to be accepting and friendly. Besides, she was kind of curious about her supposed past in Miami. If she had gotten amnesia or something upon arriving here, maybe something could jog her memory? If not, well, it'd still be interesting to know. Somehow, she felt like she could trust this guy.
Calleigh nodded in response. "How do I cope? Well, at first, I admit — I mostly just stayed in my room a lot. I didn't want to deal with it and I kept hoping it was some kind of dream I'd wake up from." She smiled a little bit, because oh, that was such a change from now.
"But a friend of mine that I made when I came here was killed, and I that pushed me to join the newly-created CPVC." She paused for a moment, realizing he may not know what she meant. "Cair Paradisa Volunteer Committee. It's sort of... an unpaid police force. Anyway, that's been keeping me busy. It's almost like home."
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He glanced back at her and looked at her curiously. "Someone died here? Damn. CPVC, huh? I could use a little CSI-ing; don't wanna get lax around here. Besides, like you said, could make it almost feel like home."