Title: For a Loop
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing; Horatio/Speed
Disclaimer: Not mine. CBS's. I will take Rory Conchrane if he's up for sale.
Author's Notes: For Bob, who gave me some of the greatest feedback ever, and writes all that extra-angsty stuff that makes me want fluffy bunnies.
Summary: Speed's in a suit. (Enjoy the mental image.)

Everyone was staring. Speed looked at all of them in turn. "What?"

Delko found his voice first. "What, exactly, are you wearing?"

Speed looked down at himself. "A suit."

"You don't own a suit."

"I obviously do."

Calleigh broke herself out of her stupor. "And you shaved."

Speed rolled his eyes. "Why is this a big deal?"

"You don't wear suits."

"Or shave."

Speed shrugged. "It's court. They're not going to take me seriously if I'm unshaven in one of my T-shirts."

"And there's a shame." Horatio finally spoke from the bench he was sitting on. There was the faintest hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Speed gave him something between a smirk and a non-_expression. "I know you're disappointed."

A prosecutor walked down the hall. "Calleigh, Delko, I'm going to need you first. We can have a quick run-through if you'll come with me." Calleigh and Delko went with the prosecutor, nodding at Horatio and Speedle as they left.

Speedle sat next to Horatio on the bench, sitting just loosely enough so that his leg pressed against Horatio's. "You know, for CSIs, they're kind of shabby."

"Oh?" Horatio slid a hand behind Speed and put it on his back, rubbing lightly.

"I'm wearing your shirt, your tie, and your cufflinks. You'd think they'd notice."

"I think the suit itself knocked them for enough of a loop that they weren't paying attention much further than that."

Speed grinned, an easy, small thing that very few people saw. "It's kind of fun to screw with them."

Horatio pressed his leg against Speedle's. "Yeah."