Title: Escort Service
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They are owned by various executives, producers, studios and writers who have more lawyers on retain than I ever want to mess with. Not making any money and promise to return them....some day.
Beta: Lynn (Janet)
Summary: Tim makes a phone call and gets the wrong number.
Author's Note: AU Series
Genre: Slash
Challenge: Lover 100 - Horatio/Speed
Prompt: #87 - Biggest Fear
Word Count: 1851

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"Go out and get laid - you need it!"

Dr. Timothy Speedle stared at his nurse in horror. "Why don't you scream that a little louder? I don't think the morgue heard you."

Calleigh glared at him. "We're all concerned for you..."

"So the answer is for me to go to some bar and pick up a stranger," he ran a hand through his dark hair. "And when exactly am I supposed to do this? Between the sixteen hour surgeries? Staff meetings, budget meetings, and let's not forgot the trial for malpractice!"

She cupped his cheek, her voice softening. "Speed..."

"I'm tired," he muttered softly.

"You need some time off, to get your head cleared." Calleigh pulled him towards the doctor's changing room. "You have enough vacation time saved up, hell I bet you could take off six months and still have time left over."

"Not six months, three at least though," he smirked. "I'm not a club person, Callie."

She opened his locker and pulled out his jacket, helmet and a packed bag. "I know you're not, which is why we plotted. Alexx booked you a room at the Regency, so you can relax and recoup."

"Mother henning at its finest," he stated slipping on his jacket.

"Here." She handed him a card. "Don't analyze it, just call."

Speed looked down at the card, and then back up in shock. "Escort service!?"

"Like you said you won't go to a club..."

"I'm not hiring someone to fuck me." Tim sat down on the bench. "Callie... I can't do this."

"Tim," she sat down next to him. "These past few months you've gotten quieter and that's saying something considering you don't talk a lot anyway. Something's eating at you and no amount of hen-pecking Alexx and I do is working - you just clam up."

He looked down, his eyes suddenly tearing up. "It just hasn't been a good year... It's been ten years since Andrew. Add on...hell Calleigh, he was only sixteen..."

Calleigh forced his chin up, looking him in the eyes. "Don't you dare start down that path. You stood by Andrew through it all, you never gave up on him and he never gave up on you. And look at you; you're one of the finest spinal surgeons in the country. Your work has saved countless lives. It's a tribute to Andrew." She sighed, putting an arm around him, holding him close. "And as for William, you did everything in your power to save him. The injuries were just too severe, and it wasn't your fault. His parents are just lashing out in pain, and you're the nearest target..."

"If I had just worked harder..."

"Don't make me smack you," she growled. "You've done nothing wrong and everyone here at the hospital and in the medical community supports you. The Board already came back with their findings that you were not at fault; the upcoming trial is just a nuisance."

"I miss him so much," Tim sighed looking over at Calleigh.

She pulled him into her arms. "You need someone; Andrew wouldn't want you mourning him the rest of your days. I wish you would just ..."

"I've tried." Tim whispered. "Honestly, I have, but no one wants to deal with my moods, or my past, hell even my schedule is enough to send most guys running."

She kissed the top of his head before standing and pulling him up. "Let go. Enjoy the hotel, the escort and forget everything here at least for a while."

"Not an easy task." He bent over and grabbed his bag. "But I'll try, okay."

Her smile was blinding. "And then you can give me all the details about the hot guy."

"What is it with woman and gay sex?" Tim asked as they walked out of the locker room.

"Oh come on, two hot guys, getting all hot and sweaty," She smirked at the doctor's response. "See..."

"I'm gay." He pointed out. "I'm supposed to get all hot and bothered at the idea. You're straight... see the difference?"

"No," she smirked.


~ The Regency Hotel~

He had to admit the room, or should he say suite was nice.. His two mother hens went all out. He tossed the bag onto the foot of the bed and looked around. Now that he was here, he really didn't know what to do.

The past few months had been difficult. It had started off with an unexpected phone call from his mother. She wanted him to come home, find a nice woman to marry and have a couple of kids. They had the same conversation at least twice a year, but it wasn't really a good time for her to be harassing him about his life and mortal soul. He had snapped at her, for once forgetting to play their little game, just stating straight out he was gay and happy in Miami and he wasn't coming home so she could parade him around and make herself feel better for being a lousy mother while he grew up. A day later his father had called, and told him he wasn't welcome home. That they refused to believe that the man he had become was their son, they had raised him better. Tim had snorted and reminded his dad that he had missed not only his graduation from high school, but had no freaking clue what college he had gone to. The phone call had ended with him being called an ungrateful bastard.

Then William Henderson was wheeled into the ER, a car accident leaving massive damage to his spinal cord. He had talked with his parents, being honest about the prognosis. There was too much damage to repair; their son would not walk again. The surgery itself could be fatal; the body could only take so much strain before failing.

They had just held onto each other and begged for him to save their son. He was sixteen, with good grades, a football player who wanted to be a doctor.

Three hours into the surgery, his heart gave out. Timothy had fought hard to save him; he wasn't going to lose a patient that day of all days. In the end, Calleigh and the other doctors had had to pull him out of the room and call the time of death. William Henderson had died on April 4th, the tenth anniversary of the day he had lost the love of his life.

His heart breaking each step of the way, he gave the solemn news to the young man's parents. Mrs. Henderson slapped him, screaming that he had promised to save their son. It took two security guards to remove the distraught couple from the waiting room. It had taken a bottle of JD for him to forget the dead look in her eyes. It was the same look he had received from Andrew's mother when the doctors had told them he was paralyzed. She had walked out of the hospital and never came back. He had seen her once more, at the funeral; she still had the same dead look.

A month later, the lawsuit had been filed. Malpractice. They were claiming he neglected to tell them their son could die on the table, that he was careless and just looking to further his career instead of treating his patients. It had taken two bottles that night for him to forget his life.

Timothy shook his head trying to dislodge the dark thoughts. He pulled out some scotch from the mini bar and grabbed a glass, when the card Calleigh had given him caught his eye. He picked up and stared at it.

Without thought, he grabbed the hotel phone and dialed, downing the scotch to give him some strength. As the phone rang, he contemplated hanging up at least three times, before a warm voice answered.

'May I help you?'

The voice threw him for a moment, open and caring. What the hell was he doing? "Oh god... I..."

He could hear a deep breath on the other end, 'Look...'

Tim looked at the phone, this was insane. “I'm sorry. I've never done this and ... This was a big mistake... I'm sorry.â€

Silence, then a soft, 'What's your name?'

He ran a hand through his hair and began to pace the room. “Tim... how does this work?"

'What are you looking for?'

What was he looking for? That was a good fucking question. Tim snorted and shrugged, “Honestly, I have no idea. I just don't want to be alone tonight." His thoughts were too dark, being alone would...

'What's your type?'

An image of Andrew popped into his mind, his beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind as they flew down the streets. His laugh turned into a sob, when he remembered that was the last time they flew. "Anything but blonde."

'Older? Tall?'

"How do I explain this... hell maybe this wasn't a good idea." He was going to kill Calleigh for suggesting the idea.

'We all have needs. Tell me what you want, need.'

"Someone to make me forget I'm alone. I don't want a party boy or anything kinky... just normal." Well as normal as hiring someone for sex can be.

'We have the perfect person for you. Where do you want him delivered?'

Tim froze. What? Was he really going to do this? But there was something about the voice on the phone he trusted; the soothing tone had made him less edgy. "Regency Hotel, room 897. Do I give you my credit card number?"

'No. That will be taken care of when he arrives. We like to make sure the client is happy with the merchandise before purchase.'

"Okay... ahhh well, bye, I guess." Tim hung up the phone and stared out the balcony door. What the hell had he just done? How much was this going to cost him? He set the phone back into its cradle and moved back to the bar, pouring himself another scotch. He had just hired a male escort. Some guy was going to show up and do whatever he wanted.

Fuck.

He snorted; he guessed that was the point.

Time seemed to stand still; the silence in the room overpowering. With a frustrated sigh he poured a third drink and opened the doors to the balcony. The view was breathtaking. He leaned against the door jam and just listened to the sounds of the city, watching the lights flicker on the water. Tim was lost in his own thoughts and memories when the knock at the door startled him.

He turned and stared at it.