Summer In The City. CSI MIAMI FIC part 4

life goes on

"...Can I talk to him please?"
"He's wasted... Came back late" Harry's voice was quiet. "He needs that sleep, Andre."
"I know Harry...but I need to talk to him. These last 9 weeks...it's far too much."
"I know. But he works like madman. Barely sleeps, barely talks, not mentioning his eating- or not eating. You wouldn't recognize him Andre, he's so skinny.Too much stress."
"So you're the last guardian " she smiled
"Someone has to be" he smiled too. "How's she doing?"
"That's why I'm calling. I almost lost contact. Few weeks ago she visited us- she's rented a flat- and said that she has no more spare time to see us as often as usual. She didn't even look at Jamie... I feel sth wrong. She's so thin too. And her face was so...grey, tired. She looked ill"
"How can I help?"
"Idk. I thought that maybe Tim..."
"Don't count on it. I know he still loves her, but I think he closed that chapter and doesn't want to go back".
"Is...is there anyone else?"
"No. I guess there will never be. He's hurt, Andre. That's why he doesn't want to talk".
"Oh...I understand. But I had to try... Will you tell him I called and wanted to talk?"
"Yeah. I'm very sorry. "
"Yeah. Me too."
'What a shit ' Harry thought and started to clean the mess- fresh unironed clothes were laying here and there. Untouched dinner was cold. Even his favourite tomato soup... Only books, covering the floor, showed that Tim was still here. Breathing, living... When he finished cleaning and began his studying he heard footsteps. "Hi, big brother"
"Hi Harry." Tim's scruffy face looked... flattened. He opened the fridge, looked into it and closed it fast.
"Soup?"
"No...not hungry".
"Andre called". Tim stopped for a moment with a glass of water in his hand "....so?"
"So...she wanted to talk to you."
"What for?"
"Oh come on... Call her."
"Why?"
"Because you like her. And she really wanted you to". He angrily got up and started washing up.
When Tim disappeared in the bedroom with his phone, he realised he's gonna call back.

"Wanted to talk to me?" He said dryly.
"Hi Tim. Nice to hear you too."
"Sorry" he stopped at last. "I just woke up."
"I know. How are you?"
"Never better"  he said sarcastically. " Sleeping 6 hours in a row is a great feeling. Long forgotten."
"That's good... Tim I need to ask you sth. .. Did Courtney call you in the last 2 weeks?"
"She hasn't called me for 9 weeks to be honest, Andre... Why are you asking? "
"Cause she stopped visiting us."
"Maybe she wants to be alone? Or she's involved with someone else and doesn't want you to interfere? Actually, not my problem Andre." He said harshly.
"I see. I just wanted to ask if you...if you're gonna ever talk to each other?"
"Don't think so. She was clear leaving the note as you probably heard. and the ring. 'Get out of my life'. That's the message I got."
"She said that?????"
"Not exactly the words but meaning just that. "
"Oh, cmon Tim.."
"Andre. I like you. Really. I appreciate your carefulness and that why I won't tell you what I'm telling other "advisors" in that hopeless case."
"Which is?"
"To fuck off".
"Oh, that " she said. "So...I cannot count on you in this case I suppose".
"No." He said after a while. "Sorry. For everything. I also think it's our last call. It was good to know you, Andre, but there's no point of talking to you anymore. If you see Courtney, tell her I wish her well, in spite all this. "
"I will. Be happy Tim. Shame you didn't become my brother in law".
"Bye, Andre. Gotta go."
He threw the phone and started dressing his jeans and shirt. Work was the blessing for him.
Especially now. Entering the CSI building he met Natalia.
"Hi. Caught some sleep?"
"Yep. A bit. You?"
"Me too. Let's look at the files I got today."
They started to analyze it, then Eric came and altogether with Ryan the report was written in 3 hours.
"A good team". Horatio commented. "Speed- can we talk?"
"Uh- oh" said Eric." someone's been bad".
"Shut up Delko". Speed smiled and followed H.  to his office.
"So...how are you?"
"Fine. Getting ready."
"When's your big day?"
"Next Monday."
"Prepared?"
"Yeah. I hope that's enough."
"Want me to be there?"
"No. I'll manage. "
"I'm sure. And how's the Courtney case?"
"Closed and finished. End of story."
"Well. What to tell you? Maybe that I'm not gonna see you in hospital again- so start eating. Now."
"That bad?"
"Yeah. I assume...  12 kilos?"
"IDk."
"I guess you do."  The phone rang "Get yourself together, Speed. See you later"
Speed left and went straight to the morgue. He needed to talk to someone. That someone used to be Courtney...but not anymore. However he needed to speak to Alexx.
"Hi. Got a minute?"
"Just grabbing my lunch. Let's go".
They sat over the cup of coffee and he told her about the phone he received." Are you worried honey?" He nodded
"What would you do?"
"Idk. Maybe I'd call. Anyway- it's your decision."
"What shall I say to her- sorry for bothering you- but I wanted to ask if you're alive?"
"No... You can ask about her things for instance. Like-where to send them"
"I've already sent them Alexx..."
"Oh allright, so...just to say hello??"
"No. That's stupid. I'm not gonna make fool of myself. She would have thought that I miss her or I care."
"You DO miss her... And you do care ,Timmy."
"Not anymore".
"Dont lie to me...I know you. Think it over or just put up the phone. Sorry, bit I need to go".
"And I need to study. See you later. "
Driving home he decided to do it; he felt anxious after Andre's call.
He picked the number. There was a long signal and then the repeated one, and another, another....He hung up after the voicemail turned on.
Oh, why not- he thought. Dialled again.
"Hi this is  Courtney Walsh. Leave a message and I'll call you back."
Beeeep.
"Hi. It's me...eergh... Tim. I found some of your stuff here and wanted to ask what to do with it
Books, clothes,  also your favourite blue blanket was in the wardrobe...Call me back and let me know"
He hung up and continued driving. Stopping at the red light he heard the beep of incoming text. Opened it quickly.
"Into the garbage" was the answer.
He threw the cell angrily on the seat and it simply fell on the floor.
Fool! He thought to himself and sped.
The case was finally over.