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Title: Alternate Paths

Author: Bj Jones

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Various executives, producers and CBS own them. If I did �
do you think Speed would be dead? I'm not making any money � and will return
them back to the lab when I'm finished.

Pairings: Horatio/Speed (AU)

Summary: Some times people are meant to meet no matter the paths they
take�

Series: Part one in a series�. I really need to stop this.
Spoilers: None
Beta: The wonderful
Calypso looked over this series for me.
Timeline: Outside normal
show parameters � Alternate Universe
Author's Note: Long flight +
Little Sleep = This Storyline

~*~

The knock on the
door startled Horatio. He looked up
from the files he was working on, his eyes focused on the hotel suite's front
door. He hadn't ordered dinner yet, and
he wasn't expecting any guests. No one
knew he was staying at the Regency. His
house had sustained damage from the last Hurricane, and he was staying at the
Regency while the insurance company had the roof and second floor
repaired.

The knock sounded
again, curious he got up and headed for the door. He looked through the peephole, but didn't recognize the young
man on the other side. He slid back the
chain, and unlocked the deadbolt.

Opening the door he
was stunned momentarily at the beauty of his visitor. The young man had dark brown hair � hair that had an 'I've just
got thoroughly fucked' look. The
stranger had matching dark eyes that could bore into one's soul. He was wearing
black leather pants that accented long lean legs and a tight ass. A silver silk shirt molded to a defined
chest. Horatio had to control the
impulse to grab the young man and drag him into the suite and taste those
delicious looking full lips.

"Yes?"
Horatio was amazed that his voice sounded so calm and collected.

"Horatio
Caine?" The young man asked his voice soft and sultry.

Horatio suppressed a
shudder, "Yes. How may I help you?"

"It's more of
what I can do for you," He grinned easing past Horatio and into the suite.

Horatio closed the
door behind him and turned towards the walking sex god. "Who are
you?"

"Tim," He
answered as he looked around the room taking in the surroundings.

"What are you
doing here?" Horatio asked arms crossed over his chest to prevent himself
from touching.

"That's up to
you," Tim turned towards him. "I'm yours for the night. I can do what ever you want."

Horatio's mouth
dropped, "What?" He stammered in shock.

Tim smirked as he
walked up to Horatio, "Whatever you want - I'll do. Want me to blow you? Want to fuck me? Or I
can fuck you? This night - I'm yours."

"But..."
Horatio stammered, and then promptly shut his mouth to keep from babbling and
making a complete fool of himself.

"Horatio
Caine?" Tim stepped back looking at Horatio through hooded eyes, Horatio
nodded. "Regency Suite 2C?" Horatio nodded again. "Then I'm in
the right place and you're the right person." He opened his arms wide, the
silk spreading tight against his chest. "This means, I'm yours to do
whatever you wish."

Horatio stood dumb
founded, "But�But, I didn't order you."

"Look,"
Tim sighed. "Someone paid good money for me to be here. If you want me to
leave I can - I'll just go home, it really doesn't matter to me. I've already
been paid."

Horatio dropped his
arms, his hands settling on his waist pushing back his suit coat. "Shit,"
Tim glanced at the badge and gun. "You're a cop. Look no offer was made no
money exchanged, so..." Tim headed for the door.

Horatio caught his
arm, "Wait." Horatio looked into deep brown eyes.

Tim turned around
and looked at the hand holding his arm.
He could feel the heat through the silk. A small frown appeared on his face, a client's touch had never
affected him this way. He looked into
Horatio's blue eyes, "You're not going to arrest me?"

"Like you said,
no money was exchanged," Horatio stepped back away from the young
man. He should let him walk out the
door, this was a complication he didn't need, but there was something about
Tim. "I was just going to order some dinner, you hungry?"

Tim looked around
the room, suspiciously. He looked for a trap, but his gut told him that Horatio
was upfront and honest, "A bit."

"Good,"
Horatio picked up the phone and ordered two steak dinners, with a bottle of red
wine, "Should be up in forty-five minutes."

"In the mean
time?" Tim grinned sliding up next to Horatio; he could tell his presence
rattled the man.

Horatio took a step
back trying to get control of his body, "You don't know who arranged
this?"

Tim smiled slyly
letting Horatio move away from him, "No." He walked towards the
suite's balcony. "I just got a name, place and time." He turned back
towards Horatio. "Either someone thinks you need to get laid or you're
just playing coy."

"I don't
play," Horatio eyes bore into Tim's. Tim refused to look away � he felt
pulled towards this man.

"Then you have
interesting friends," Tim smirked at Horatio easing the tension between
them. "I don't come cheap, especially for the full night."

"So you're
a�" Horatio gestured with his hands.

"Whore? Gigolo?
Escort?" Tim smirked at him, "Which one, exactly, where you referring
to?"

"Escort,"
Horatio sat down on one of the suite's couches.

Tim smiled as he
settled himself across from Horatio, "Why do you want to know?"

"Curious,"
Horatio shrugged wanting to know more about the man sitting across from him.
"What makes someone do this?"

"Sell myself,
my body?" Tim leaned back into the seat. "I learned fast that
everyone wanted something from me � most of them took. At least now I get my
money's worth."

Horatio looked at
him. Tim was laid back, at ease with
himself and the situation. He held a
since of confidence with in him. Tim knew men and woman wanted him � and he
made them pay for it.

"It's not as
bad as you think," Tim smiled at the scrutiny he was getting.

"Do you work a
particular clientele?" Horatio asked wishing for something to drink to
distract him from the chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you mean
particular by man or woman? No, I don't." Tim stood back up and walked
around the suite. "Are you visiting Miami?"

"Nope,"
Horatio watched the young man observe the room. "Born and raised here in
Miami."

"Then why a
hotel?" Tim turned towards him. "Don't want a high price escort
coming to your home?"

Horatio stood up
from the couch, "I didn't order you." Horatio took a step towards
him, but stopped. He leaned up against
the balcony door instead and watched Tim study the room and him.

"So you
say," Tim's eyes took in the room. "You're not a beat cop so what do
you do? Internal Affairs? Detective? CSI?"

Horatio opened his
mouth to respond impressed by his deduction skills, when a knock on the door
broke the atmosphere, "Dinner."

Tim nodded as
Horatio answered the door. He told the
waiter to set the food on the small table, he noticed that Tim had disappeared
into the shadows not to be seen � discretion.
Horatio walked the waiter out, when he closed the door Tim was standing
by the small table. Tim's eyes never left Horatio "Looks good enough to
eat."

Horatio took a deep
breath willing his body to cooperate with him, and not focus on the leather
clad ass less than two feet from him.
"Sit," Horatio motioned at the chair. "Eat, you're very
thin."

"Have to keep
the clientele happy," Tim sat down across from Horatio, a smile on his
face. He was walking a fine line with
the redhead. He was attracted to him,
felt at ease with him � wanted nothing more for Horatio to fuck him into the
mattress. It was not good to get worked
up over a client no matter the circumstances.

"Large
clientele?" Horatio asked putting a napkin in his lap.

"A noticeable
one," Tim shrugged as he picked up his fork. He speared a piece of
broccoli eating it slowly.

"Do you enjoy
your work?" Horatio asked his eyes asking more than his words.

"To a
point. Depends on the client � some I
enjoy more than others." Tim picked up a roll tearing it a part, nibbling
on the torn pieces. "Not all of my clients are sex crazed middle aged
house-wives or businessmen. I have a few clients that just want companionship,
an act of intimacy, instead of just sex."

"How did you get
into it?" Horatio leaned back in his chair. He wanted to know how this man could end up an escort � a man who
sold his body for money. He could see
the potential in him, and wanted to know what stopped him from being anything
other than what he was.

Tim paused. He set
the unfinished roll on the plate. He
looked up at Horatio. There was
something about this man, something that made Tim want to tell him everything.
"I lost someone close to me."

Horatio head cocked
to the side, "I'm not seeing the connection."

Tim gave a sad tired
smile. Horatio realized instantly that
he had just got a glimpse of the man behind the leather/silk fa�ade. Tim
continued, not looking directly at Horatio but instead out the window.
"When he died I lost it. I did
anything and everything to stop the pain I was feeling: alcohol, meaningless
sex, drugs. I ended up in Miami, with a
heroin addiction and no money. I
started doing tricks so I could score drugs to get high and forget. Jack found me on the streets; he was Billy's
Uncle�"

"Billy?"
Horatio listened intently. Knowing he
was being privy to information most of his clients weren't, he felt honored by
the trust Tim was showing him.

"My lover, my
best friend, my life." Tim's voice was soft lost in memories. "Jack pulled me off the streets, got me
clean and sober. He helped me come to
grips with losing Billy." Tim turned back towards Horatio, "He
introduced me to someone at the CSI Lab's.
I had found the work interesting, wanted to know more. I had finally found something I could do,
something I could be proud of, something I could live for."

"Whom did you
talk to?" Horatio asked curious wondering why he wasn't working with the
young man at the labs; but instead sitting in a hotel room with an escort who
had been paid to show up at his hotel room.

"Megan
Donner," Tim looked back away from Horatio. His tone changed from
contemplative to a deep pained hurt. "I went back to school and finished
my degree. Worked my ass off to do two years in one; even graduated with honors."
Tim smirked at Horatio; he could hear the pride in Tim's voice. "I did
everything she said I had to do, but it wasn't enough." Tim paused taking
a deep breath, "When I came back to Miami and turned in my application for
an intern position. I was turned down,
my past came back to haunt me. When I
asked her about it, she said that the Miami-Dade Crime Lab didn't hire junkie
whores."

Horatio's mouth
dropped in shock, that didn't sound like the Megan he knew. "That can't be
right�"

A dry humorous laugh
escaped him, "What? A CSI doesn't make decisions based on personal
feelings? It took me a while, but I figured out why she denied my application
and later black listed me with any lab in the area."

Horatio stared at
him, "Black listed�" Horatio asked in shock. Megan was not a vindictive person or at
least he thought.

"I tried to get
work at the University labs, the bio-labs in the area, any type of lab work but
none would hire me, because of my background. I couldn't be trusted around
chemicals." Tim rolled his eyes at the notion.

"Why?"
Horatio felt a surge of anger go through him.
He saw in front of him a potential asset to the lab. He could see the
skills, the drive, and Megan squashed it and he wanted to know why.

"Before I got
clean, her husband was one of my tricks. She didn't want a reminder of his
infidelity." Tim shrugged trying to forget the lost opportunity.

Horatio sat stunned,
"And now?" he asked, trying to stay calm. His instinct was to get on the phone and chew Megan out. That she had destroyed a career because of
her personal situation.

"I couldn't get
work, and blockbuster was paying the bills," he smirked at Horatio.
"Jack became ill, his insurance and retirement wasn't enough to cover the
bills and treatments. His wife Pam had
never worked a day in her life, and she was needed to take care of him. He needed money, to pay the mortgage or they
would lose the house. As clich� as it
sounds � I decided to turn some tricks so I could pay the mortgage. They had done so much for me, I had to help
them any way I could."

"I�"
Horatio shook his head in disgust with the situation.

"Nothing for
you to be sorry for," Tim gave him a small smile. "I didn't go back
to the streets, instead I went to a few clubs.
Someone noticed me, and set me up.
That was about eight years ago."

Horatio smiled his
head bowed, "Nice slide over."

"Thanks,"
Tim grinned back. "I didn't get this far without knowing what not to
say."

"If you could
now?" Horatio asked, and then paused. "I mean if you could, would you
still want to be a CSI?"

"No," Tim
shook his head. "It's a part of my life that is over."

"You can't keep
doing this," Horatio pointed out.

"No, I
can't," Tim, agreed. "But I have retirement plans. Like I said I'm
not cheap."

Tim stood up, took a
few steps towards Horatio; sliding slowly into his lap, "What do you
want?" Tim voice dropped into a low sultry tone. His eyes clearly
indicated what he wanted. Horatio hands
rested against leather-clad thighs the warmth spreading up his arms. He knew he wanted this man, but he couldn't
take him up on the offer.

"I can't,"
Horatio leaned back trying to ignore the hardness he felt against his leg.

"Why not?"
Tim leaned forward his breath whispered against Horatio's lips. His hips rocked
against Horatio. Tim could feel
Horatio's interest in him. He wanted
this man and wanted him badly. He would
deal with the consequences of this need later.

"I won't have
sex with someone who was paid for it," Horatio swallowed. The temptation was becoming too strong to
resist.

"If it makes
you feel better, I would bed you without payment." Tim hands slipped down
Horatio's shoulders onto his chest. "You're a handsome man, easy to talk
to � I can feel the passion under the calm exterior."

"Tim,"
Horatio breathed before Tim's lips captured his. He melted into the kiss, feeling the passion rise between
them. His hands slipped under Tim's
shirt feeling the smooth skin. Horatio
pulled back painfully, "I can't."

Tim pulled back his
dark eyes full of a mixture of emotions, "And if we had met in a
bar?" Tim asked wondering if there could be something here, something
elusive.

Horatio groaned at
the thought, "But we didn't."

Tim stood up his
eyes cast down, "Then I should go." He willed himself to calm down
and started for the door. He had to get
away from Horatio before he did something foolish, like chuck everything out
the window and beg to be taken.

Horatio followed him
to the door, "I�" He didn't know what to say. He didn't want him to go, but couldn't
consciously take him up on his offer.
Maybe � just maybe if they had met some other place � some other time.

"Ever get a feeling
that you were meant to meet someone no matter the paths your lives took?"
Tim turned towards Horatio his eyes bright with underlining emotion.

"Yes,"
Horatio breathed. His hand slipped into
Tim's hair, enjoying the silky feeling between his fingers.

"You're a good
man Horatio Caine," Tim pulled him in for a slow long kiss. "I could easily fall in love with
you." And that was the problem, Tim concluded to himself.

"See me away
from all of this," Horatio slipped his arm around Tim's waist pulling him
closer. He hated the begging tone in
his voice, but he needed this man.

"It won't
work," Tim slipped out of his arms feeling cold all of the sudden.
"You have your career � I have mine. The two do not mix."

"Retire,"
Horatio stated not wanting to give up this man that had affected his life in
the three hours they were together.

"It's not
time," Tim gave him a sad smile. "What would your colleagues say when
they find out I was a high priced whore?"

"I don't
care," Horatio responded honestly, and he meant it.

"I do,"
Tim opened the door and stepped outside he needed to get away fast. Before he turned around to do just what
Horatio wanted. "Thanks for dinner."

"Tim,"
Horatio stepped towards him.

Tim held up his hand
stopping his forward movement, "Alternate paths."

Horatio shook his
head in confusion, "What?"

"We are on
alternate paths," Tim smiled sadly. "Only to meet at a crossroads and
then continue down our separate paths."

"I don't
believe that," Horatio stared at him. "We make our own paths."

"And if Megan
had hired me?" Tim asked his head cocked in question. "Where would we
be?"

"In my
bed," Horatio's blue eyes locked with his.

"Are you sure?
For all we know I could have died in the line of duty." Tim caressed
Horatio's cheek then kissed the man softly. It was sweet and painful - full of
hope, regret and a touch of possibility. "May one day our paths cross
again."

Horatio watched with
a pain in his heart as Tim walked down the hallway towards the elevator. Tim gave him a true smile as the elevator
doors closed. Horatio stood in the
hallway, his eyes focused on the closed elevator doors. It had only taken three hours for a stranger
to steal his heart.
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