Author: Sivan Shemesh
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Rating: FRT - 13
Disclaimer: Don't know them.
Summary: Speed's undercover been exposed.
Beta: Donna Costello and Deb – Thank you. All the remain errors, are totally mine.
Warning: Blood, angst, violence. OOC just in case. WIP
Spoiler: Dispo Day, and Totally AU.
A/N: My first case at this Fandom.
A/N2: Was "Fresh Scar", only being re-write.
Prologue – The Beginning of The End
Identify POV: Tim Speedle, aka, Speed, aka Cheetah. (A/N: would be explained later on...)
I've been undercover close to three years. I tried to kept my identity. This was not easy, as I knew lot of peoples that I seen in clubs.
There were many times that I've been confused with the names that I created to myself, including the backgrounds to each one of them.
That's true, I mean, if there were only two names, I still have a lot to recollect.
The names were the easy part from my point of view, but the hard part was keeping myself alive from those drug dealers, not wanted to find myself in the line, dropped dead.
Even at work I try to keep a distance from the team. I don't wish to see them hurt, nor myself for that matter. After all, to me, the safety of the team is my priority.
Three years ago, I was asked to keep distance from the team, and even from my boss, and they remind me the deal:
"You will do that undercover to us, or your past would revealed to your boss, and soon you will be out from the police, and no one would hire you, as everyone will know that you are a murderer."
I bite my tongue as I thought, 'But I didn't kill anyone, why me?'
Raymond, Horatio's thought to be dead, younger brother and I have been working undercover together. We keep each other's back.
Ray knew my secrets and I knew his. I also knew the side of him that his brother, my boss would ever know.
If Horatio ever knows that I saw them, killing him, and yet did nothing, I think that I might have to search for a new job, as he will kill me himself, and let the guys dump me somewhere where no one would ever find.
I was glad when Horatio agreed that I could be in the semi-trailer to move the drugs, finally I could rest a little from my double life that been created for me.
I let myself closing my eyes for a moment, want to hear nothing at all, only quiet, that's all I need, not wishing even to speak with the driver or Horatio that followed with his silver hammer.
'Oh… God… how I miss this, the quiet…' I happily thoughts, and giving myself some rest.
My eyes snapped open, there seemed to be something wrong, if this make me open my eyes. I could feel my body shivered slightly, and I took a glance over the driver.
It seemed that he didn't feel the way that I felt, as he continued to drive as nothing bothered him, as I could feel the dread fill in my body.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose as a feeling of dread, which I couldn't explain, coursed through me. I don't know how I knew, but I knew without a shadow of doubt that something bad was about to happen and there was nothing I could do to prevent it
In the middle of nowhere, it had happen, a car, civilian and baby were in the fire line.
I had no idea where the car came from, as I was busy to save my life and the driver, as I could feel the bullets around me, and I could hear the empty cases fell on my legs.
I stared over the driver, who laid in the seat. There was blood in his seat; I swallowed tried not to catch the smell of the blood in my nose. Then I opened the truck door, and in my eyes, I tried to look for cover, not wanted to get shot.
I saw none. I pull my CSI gun, remembering that I did some polish to it about a week ago, and truly hoped to myself that nothing wrong would happened to it, or to me.
Now I was knelt beside the truck, found my hider, to use the shield of the truck.
I could see shoes, as I knelt, hiding. I count the shoes; there were six shoes that stand in the other side of the truck. I knew there were three of them, ready for me to show my head, so they could shoot me
I watched them desperately, as I was also fighting the fire myself, but my gun… it was jammed, nothing happen.
Then, it had happen, my worst nightmare, I saw the man came closer at me. I found myself distracted as I tried to fix my gun. I could hear the click as he loaded his gun, then he aimed the gun over me, as I lay in the road, looked over my gun and trigged again, but nothing happened.
"You betrayed us…" the man said and shot me.
I could feel the pain climbed in my body. The blood dropped from my body, I could smell it.
I knew that I now become a target for the drug dealers, as now my identity was expose of being a cop.
The next thing that I face was dark, as I lose my conscious.
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