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Title: More His Speed - Chapter 25
Word Count: ~1,540
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Tim Speedle (NCIS/CSI: Miami crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Hot boy sex isn't really a "warning", but eh.. *shrug* Author's Notes: This all started with me talking to heartspeedand trying to figure out how to crossover Miami and NCIS... and it all just exploded like WOAH. The fic follows Tony and Speed through their relationship.
Summary: Speed has an accident and ends up in the hospital.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *pout* They belong to CBS.

Chapter 25

“You sure you don’t need me to come up there and help?” Tony called from the bottom of the ladder that was propped up against the roof of a shed.

Speed peeked over the edge of the roof. “Nah, I’ve got it under control, Tony. Don’t need a babysitter.”

“You sure?” Tony snarked. “The way you attract trouble?”

Speed let out a bark of a laugh. “Haha, very funny, Tony.” He snapped a few photos of the evidence hanging off the end of the branch and reached up to collect it when he saw someone sitting in the tree, up against the trunk on the other side of the fence. “Excuse me, sir?” Speed took a step toward the man.

“Speed?” Tony asked.

“What-” Speed stopped when he saw the gun in the man’s hand, his vision zeroing in on it. “Sir, put down the weapon.” He reached for his own weapon, but stumbled as the man’s gun fired.

“Speed!” Tony heard someone drop down behind the fence and ran over to see if he could see who it was. He saw a man turn the corner and sighed. “Speed you okay up there?” He asked as he ran back to the ladder and began to climb, only to see Speed stumble and fall off the roof. “Speed!” Tony dropped back to the ground and ran over to Speed’s crumpled body. “Speedy, you okay?” He searched for Speed’s pulse and found it weakening. “Damnit!” He whipped out his phone and dialed. “I need rescue!” He shouted into the phone. “Hold on, Speed.” He stroked at Speed’s hair as he answered questions from dispatch. “Help is on its way, Speedy. You hold on.”

_+_+_+_+_

Tony had stepped outside the hospital while the doctors got Speed stabilized and had made some phone calls to the team and the Director to let them know what had happened and to have Ziva go to the scene. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled Speed’s phone out of his pocket. He’d grabbed it before the paramedics came. With a sigh he flipped through the list of names and called Devon.

“Staffard.” Devon greeted after the third ring.

“Devon?” Tony asked, giving himself a moment to gather his emotions back together.

“Yeah.” Devon stated bluntly.

“It’s Tony.”

“Hey, Tony. What’s up?” There was a clatter of dishes being moved around.

“I don’t think Speed and I will be able to make it for dinner tomorrow.” Tony let out a shaky sigh.

“Is everything okay?” Devon asked, all sounds of activity ceasing. Tony tried his hardest to hold back a sob. “Woah! Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Speed was attacked at a crime scene.” Tony let the tears run down his cheeks.

Devon was quiet for a few seconds. “He okay?”

“I don’t know yet.” Tony sighed. “They kicked me out while they were trying to stabilize him.”

“You want me to come down there?” Devon asked, already putting on his shoes.

“Yeah.” Tony sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. “I’ll need to head back to work. Gotta catch the bastard.”

“Where’re you at?”

“Bethesda.” Tony twitched his foot to keep from scuffing it on the concrete.

Devon grabbed his keys. “I’ll be there in a few. You hang in there, alright?”

_+_+_+_+_

Devon found Tony waiting for him outside of Speed’s room. Tony took a shaky breath and let Devon pull him into a hug.

“How is he?” Devon asked as he pulled back.

“Stable.” Tony let out a mirthless laugh. “He hasn’t woken up at all. Doctors say he may have a brain injury.”

“What happened?” Devon gently held onto Tony’s shoulder.

“He was on the roof of a shed trying to retrieve evidence. Next thing I know there’s a gunshot. Tried to go after the guy, but I was too slow.” Tony wiped furiously at the tear that tried to slip down his cheek. “I went back to see if Speed needed help, and I saw him fall off the roof.” He choked back a sob.

“Oh, Tony.” Devon pulled him into another hug.

“I need to get back, but…” Tony struggled to pull himself together.

“Hey, hey.” Devon pulled back enough to look at Tony. “I’m not going to let him wake up alone. You can count on that, okay?” Tony nodded. “I’ll call you when he wakes up.”

Tony nodded again and pulled back, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Thanks, Devon.”

“He’d do the same for me.” Devon gave Tony a weak smile. “You go catch the bastard that put him here.” Tony gave Devon a hug and walked out of the hospital. Devon poked his head into Speed’s room to find a nurse checking the numbers on the machines. He cleared his throat to announce his presence.

The nurse turned to him. “I’ll be done in a moment.” She wrote some numbers on Speed’s chart. “You a friend or family?”

“Friend.” Devon slipped into the room quietly. He looked at Speed, taking in the various machines and finally settling his gaze on Speed’s face. “Aw, Speed.” He sighed. He’d never seen Speed this pale before; not even after the nightmares of Tony’s car exploding.

The nurse shot him a sad smile. “All done for now.” She hung Speed’s chart on the end of the bed. “Someone will be in every hour or so to check on him.” She assured as she left. Devon sighed. What would really assure him is if Speed woke up.

“Come on, Speed.” Devon gently murmured, sliding his hand into Speed’s as he sat down in the chair that was next to Speed’s hospital bed. “Tony needs you.” He brushed his thumb in small circles on the back of Speed’s hand. “We all do.”

_+_+_+_+_

After an hour of one-sided conversation about Devon’s 10th birthday party (clown disaster and all) and stroking Speed’s hand, Devon started a little when a doctor walked into the room. He’d almost forgotten where they were. The doctor that walked in looked to be in his late thirties, early forties at the oldest.

“Hi,” the doctor held out a hand and Devon shook it with the hand that wasn’t holding Speed’s, “I’m Dr. Garrett Flynn.” He retracted his hand.

“Devon Staffard.” Devon looked over at Speed, who had still not responded to any external stimuli, before returning his gaze to Dr. Flynn “How bad is he?” He asked.

“Well,” Dr. Flynn started, “he fell pretty hard, so-”

Devon sighed. “Don’t sugar coat it.”

Dr. Flynn looked at Devon and nodded. “He’s bruised and cracked several ribs, dislocated his left shoulder, bruised his scapula,” He consulted Speed’s chart briefly, “bruised kidney and lung. Nothing too serious, but,” He looked over at Speed. “what we’re worried about is the hairline fracture to his skull.” Dr. Flynn returned his gaze to Devon. “When we’re sure he’s stable enough, we’re going to wheel him down for a CT scan to make sure there’s no swelling in his brain.”

Devon ran his free hand through his hair and stared at Speed. “Aw, Speed.” His thumb resumed making little circles on Speed’s hand.

“You should go grab something to eat.” Dr. Flynn suggested, giving Devon a pointed look.

Devon shook his head. “I’m not leaving him. I promised Tony that wouldn’t let Speed wake up alone.”

“Mr. Staffard-”

“Devon.”

“Devon then.” Dr. Flynn smiled a little. “Why don’t I sit with him for a few minutes while you run down to the cafeteria and grab some food?”

Devon blinked up at him warily but finally consented. “Okay.” He sighed. “I’ll be right back, Speed.” He gave Speed’s hand a gentle squeeze as he stood and headed for the door with quick look back at Speed.

_+_+_+_+_

Devon returned a half hour later with his sandwich and coffee to find Dr. Flynn telling Speed some story from his time in residency. Speed still wasn’t responsive.

“So that’s when-” Dr. Flynn stopped when Devon sat in the chair he had vacated earlier.

Devon placed his coffee cup between his legs and began to unwrap his sandwich. “Don’t stop because of me.” He smiled weakly and took a bite.

Dr. Flynn waved a hand dismissively. “It was nothing anyway.” He raised an eyebrow when Devon frowned at the sandwich he was eating. “Something wrong?”

“Nah.” Devon shrugged. “I just haven’t had cafeteria food since high school.”

Dr. Flynn laughed. “I doubt a sandwich could be considered ‘cafeteria food.’”

“You cook a lot, Dr. Flynn?” Devon asked, taking another bite of sandwich.

“Call me Garrett. And no, I don’t.”

“Well, Garrett, when you cook as much as I do, even sandwiches start tasting like cafeteria food.”

Dr. Flynn smiled and stood, adjusting his lab coat. “I should make a call to Radiology. See if they can get Mr. Speedle in for a CT.” Devon nodded and took a sip of coffee before replacing the cup between his thighs. “Careful you don’t spill that. Hot liquids and genitals don’t mix.”

Devon snorted a laugh and swallowed his mouthful of coffee. “I’ll remember that, Garrett.” Devon sighed after Dr. Flynn left the room and he looked over at Speed. “You’ll be okay, Speed.” He smiled a little. “Garrett will take care of you.”