A new life Sequel To A Kind Of Life CSI MIAMI fanfic

Horatio

I watched Calleigh when Eric told her about Speed. Her face changed, and I saw her eyes filled with disbelief. As we both did, she believed that Speed's alive  because she wanted that so much. It was like a gift from the sky. And me...I was so scared. I still remember him on the floor, bleeding from his mouth, fighting for life. I remember myself trying to do anything, but still failing. I remember the eyes of Alex Calleigh, Eric... Random police officers... I remember the call I had to make to inform his parents that he was shot. It was the worst day of my life. Not because they cried or wept, but because they didn't... It was awful , like they didn't care for their son. Just thanked me, and that was all. The funeral....I felt like I failed him.  I love Calleigh and Eric like my children, but Speed was a special one for me. Maybe because he really needed someone who cared. I saw myself in him. Desperate, heading for goal, surrounded by people, yet alone.
When he died, part of me died too. I grieved inside- outside I had to put everything together.
The day I heard his voice on the phone was like thunderstrike.
I heard him in the receiver and knew it's him. The way he talks is easily recognizable, when you know him. He tried to cover it up, but not with me! Also many SIRs didn't help. I thought that maybe I just imagined it. I had it recorded- as any talk to other supervisors- so I could play it over and over again. After 5 times I was sure. Of course I was shocked and didn't understand why I wasn't told, or why he didn't contact me, but I was sure he must've had a good reason. I can't imagine what he was going thru, all these months. And now when I could do something for him, I failed again. I'm so much older than Calleigh and Eric, and saw so much more death than them, but either me or them shouldn't go thru it once again. And according to all the signs that was going to happen again. I'm not a doctor, but I saw people in that condition before, and it never ended well. Maybe Eric was right? Maybe apart from more suffering, it gave us opportunity to say proper goodbye? I didn't want to think that way. I needed to stay strong. For them. When the time comes.
Meanwhile, I am standing by the door, watching the nurses sedating him. He is lying peacefully, not a small blinking, his right hand is plastered.
I wonder if he's feeling any pain? I hope not. I don't want him to suffer. He suffered enough. It's beffer he's sedated.I can't talk to him, but I don't want him to be conscious when it's time. I don't want him to be aware of dying.
What can I do?
The nurse let me enter for a while. She smiled sadly. She knew what I knew. Thats why she let me in, although it's forbidden here. I sat next to Tim and looked closely. No one, especially young, should die this way. The science now is so perfect that can keep a man alive, even if his body doesn't want to fight anymore.When I was young, a person with such injuries would have never survived. The thing I was so afraid was him in a vegetative state. Not death, no, but vegetation. His brilliant mind, destroyed by one stupid accident.  I know he registered himself as a donor, but it can only be done when your brain is deactivated and a person is pronounced dead-  and considered as such by the family . Was I entitled to do it? What about his parents? Do I have to call them? Again? He wouldn't want it, but that's the law. But as Timothy Speedle was pronounced dead at the scene, Lee Jones was still alive, and until the FBI turns that back, I have my hands tied. But there was one more person to be called for.
Alexx.
I sighed and took out the phone. Dialled fast, as if I hadn't wanted to carry on with the conversation.
"Woods".
"Alexx, it's me."
"Hey. What's up? I have 3 days off, starting today."
"Doing anything interesting?"
"Not really. "
"So maybe you'd like to take a ride? We're in Virginia".
"We' means?"
"Calleigh, Eric, and me."
"What are you doing in Virginia?!??"
"We came to see a friend. I think you should be here, too. "
"Is your friend at hospital? I hear the well known beeping."
"Yeah. Alexx, are you alone? Sit. Sit down. "
"Is that about Ryan ? What happened? " She seemed annoyed. After Tim's death she welcomed Ryan as a new child, but always missed her first.
"He's fine. In Miami. I'll tell you when you promise me to sit down."
"Alright, alright... I'm sitting. So?"
"Let me turn on my camera. Here you go."
"I moved my phone straight to the man lying in bed. It was a close up, so no one would be mistaken."
"Oh my god! Timmy. It's Timmy.!!! But how?"
"It's a long story and were out of time. I guess you'd want to be here."
"Do his parents know? "
"Not yet. He didn't want that before...the accident"
"So don't inform them." Her voice hardened" They don't deserve him. I'm coming straight away."
"Alexx, better hurry up..."
"That bad? Tell me. " she demanded
"Cranial fracture. They performed induced, coma but hasn't woken up. Twice. He stopped today, and the defibrillator was used. Intubated. Unconscious. "
"Oh, no... Not like that... You said accident... Was he conscious after that? "
"Witness says yes. But he was taken out from the vehicle and thrown on the floor, kicked and beaten."
"Who..."
"Cooper."
"Cooper??? Dan Cooper???? The guy from the lab?"
"Yeah. Long story's short. Speed was found and Cooper shot. The end."
"I'm coming. Tell him to wait for me, would you?"
"I will. But you know him- he's so stubborn. I'M AFRAID he won't listen to me..."
"Try. Tell him mommy loves him. No matter what."
"I'll tell him."
"Be there in few hours."