CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

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Gables Estates, master bathroom, 9am

Lori: *ties up hair*

Scott: *steps behind Lori*

Lori: Ugh. I don't like it. *takes hair down, grabs curling iron*

Scott: It's just a luncheon, Lori.

Lori: *laughs* No no. Anytime we go anywhere, you expect me to be perfect.

Scott: *looks at Lori* I don't expect you to be anything.

Lori: You really want people wondering whether or not I'm your escort for the afternoon?

Scott: I think I've ruined my reputation enough for the both of us.

Lori: Who's all going to this thing?

Scott: The floor employees and the Board of Directors. I think we're sitting with Robert and Matthew.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Scott: You haven't seen Bob since he got back from China, have you.

Lori: *shakes head*

Scott: Are you two still-

Lori: No.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: I think his friendship with you got in the way or something.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *opens makeup bag* At any rate, it'll be nice to see him again. Have you thought about speaking with Matthew?

Scott: About what?

Lori: He's your brother.

Scott: Illegitimate half brother.

Lori: So? I think of Brook as my little sister.

Scott: Lori...

Lori: You never did have any brothers, this would be good for you.

Scott: I don't see how.

Lori: Just talk to him. Get to know him.

Scott: *sigh*

Lori: And you're not going to this luncheon wearing that.

Scott: *lowers head* What's wrong with what I'm wearing?

Lori: It's too...formal. Here. *grabs overcoat* Now take off the tie and undo one of the buttons.

Scott: *loosens tie*

Lori: *places finger on lips* Hmm...you need accessories. *grabs Scott's wrist, rips off watch*

Scott: I thought you said I needed accessories.

Lori: You've been wearing this watch since we met. You've received dozens since then from all those benefits and you never wear them.

Scott: They're tacky.

Lori: *walks away*

Scott: *looks back*

Bedroom

Lori: *opens drawer, grabs watch* Here we are.

Scott: *steps over*

Lori: Bulova watch.

Scott: ...It has diamonds on it. *takes watch* And what's with the 3 clocks inside the clock?

Lori: You don't have to understand it, just wear it.

Scott: I'm not wearing this.

Lori: *looks into drawer* How about the gold one?

Scott: *places watch on dresser* I'll just wear my old watch.

Lori: Scott, it has cracks in it and the leather's worn down to the seams.

Scott: I like it.

Lori: I hate it. *takes watch from dresser, grabs Scott's wrist* You're wearing the expensive one.

Scott: Nobody's going to care what watch I'm wearing.

Lori: *lifts head* Do you still have my wedding rings?

Scott: *lifts brow* Yeah.

Lori: I'm gonna need 'em back.

Scott: Why?

Lori: We can't go to the luncheon separated. I'll look like a bitch in front of your executive friends. We'll pretend we got back together and everything's okay.

Scott: ...Except that's a lie.

Lori: You're still wearing your rings. Who's the liar now?

Scott: *looks down at hand*

Lori: *tilts head* I don't like this color on you.

Scott: What's wrong with blue?

Lori: It clashes with your eyes.

Scott: *furrows brows* My eyes are blue.

Lori: Exactly. I think maybe...white or black. Hm. White would match the watch but black makes your eyes pop. OH! I have the perfect shirt for you. *runs around bed, grabs box*

Scott: *shakes head*

Lori: Riley sent over some menswear samples for the new business line. *rips open box* They look okay on a rack but I haven't gotten to see them on the male models yet. *stands, lifts shirt* You can be my model.

Scott: It's grey.

Lori: It's not grey. It's smoke.

Scott: Smoke is grey.

Lori: Smoke is black.

Scott: Depends on the smoke.

Lori: Well this is based on a grease fire.

Scott: Hilarious.

Lori: *runs over* It'll look great on you.

Scott: When I met you, fashion wasn't in your vocabulary.

Lori: I've developed an interest since then. It keeps me focused. *unbuttons Scott's shirt* Now this is wrinkle-free so don't start making excuses.

Scott: I wouldn't dream of it.

Lori: *tosses shirt* Okay, put this on.

Scott: *takes shirt*

Lori: And we're going to need to do something about that hair.

Scott: There's nothing wrong with my hair.

Lori: Honey, sometimes trim and proper isn't the way to go and especially not for someone your age. You want to be formal and casual at the same time. It makes people more comfortable around you. *reaches up, ruffles Scott's hair*

Scott: Let me get this straight. You want me to walk in there like I just rolled out of bed.

Lori: No. Trust me, you don't look like this when you roll out of bed.

Scott: *buttons up shirt*

Lori: *grabs Scott's face* Have you shaved yet? Ooh you have.

Scott: Is that a problem?

Lori: *smiles* No I like it.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Your rings are in my suitcase.

Lori: Right.

Scott: *walks over to bed, grabs suitcase*

Lori: *turns around*

Scott: *takes rings from bag*

Lori: *walks over, grabs rings*

Scott: Is there anything else I should know before we go?

Lori: Uh let's see...you've been sober 6 months, we're thinking about another child and my career is taking off.

Scott: *blinks* We're thinking about more children?

Lori: No but you're supposed to be a family man. You know how to act like we're in love, right?

Scott: I think I'll manage.

Lori: OH! Riley's company is delving into perfumes and colognes. You want to try the new one?

Scott: Assuming it's not a perfume.

Lori: *takes bottle from dresser* Magnifique for Men. *sprays Scott*

Scott: *coughs*

Lori: *smiles* How does it smell?

Scott: Weird.

Lori: We're going for an organic scent. All natural ingredients.

Scott: Can we go now?

Doorbell rings

Lori: *smiles* That must be the rental Porsche. *runs away*

Scott: *looks back* What?

APL Financial Miami, 50th floor

Bob: *walks over, smiles* Hey, you're here!

Lori: *smiles, wraps arms around Bob*

Bob: *kisses Lori's cheek* How have you been?

Lori: *smiling* Great!

Scott: Yeah, life has been fabulous.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's chest* We're both so excited to be here.

Bob: Matt!

Matthew: *walks over*

Bob: You remember Lori.

Matthew: *smiles* She ripped out some of my hair, how could I forget? *extends hand*

Lori: *grabs Matthew's hand* Boy you look handsome today. Just like big bro.

Matthew: *looks at Scott*

Scott: It's good to see you.

Matthew: Likewise, sir.

Lori: What's all this 'sir' nonsense? You're family.

Matthew: If you'd excuse me, I'm...required on the other side of the room. *walks away*

Lori: *pokes Scott* Go talk to him.

Scott: No.

Lori: *pokes Scott* Go on.

Scott: *pushes Lori's hand* Stop it.

Bob: Do you two need a minute alone?

Scott: Yes.

Lori: No.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *looks at Scott* Stop being a little bitch and participate.

Scott: Stop making people uncomfortable.

Bob: I think I'll join Matt. *walks away*

Lori: Look what you did.

Scott: What I did? You're scaring everyone away.

Lori: When we get to that table, you're going to be all over me like stink on a sock and don't make me pinch you.

Scott: I don't understand why we can't just get along. Isn't that enough?

Lori: No. Do I have to get you drunk?

Scott: Stop being ridiculous.

Lori: *smiles* You're having fun. Admit it.

Scott: Are you drunk?

Lori: *grabs Scott's arm* Let's go find our table.

Table, 12:30pm

Lori: *butters bread* Anyway, that's pretty much how it happened.

Everyone: *staring at Lori*

Bob: ...I thought we were talking about first impressions for interviewing.

Lori: *shrugs* Interviewing, dating, it's all the same. Right Scott? *elbows Scott*

Scott: *leans over, whispers* I don't think the story of our first hook-up is appropriate for this venue.

Lori: Have some bread. *stuffs bread into Scott's mouth*

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: So Matt, do you have a girlfriend?

Matthew: *lifts eyes* ...I don't want to get pulled into anything.

Lori: Are you straight or gay? Bob might be looking.

Bob: *downs wine*

Matthew: Uh, I think it's someone else's turn to be picked.

Lori: *points to Executive* What's your name?

Executive: Ronny.

Lori: Alright Ronny, have you ever been to rehab?

Ronny: ...No.

Lori: *looks around* Wow this place needs some more estrogen. You business guys got a problem with hiring women? We like to drive nice cars and cuss too.

Scott: *smirks, scratches cheek*

Lori: Meh, I guess it's for the same reason there will never be a female president. Y'all have mommy complexes so if a woman's in charge, you can't be the dick king of your own kingdom. *grabs glass, drinks wine*

Bob: *clears throat* When's this presentation supposed to be starting?

Matthew: They're having trouble with the projector.

Bob: Maybe we should go help. *stands*

Everyone stands, leaves

Lori: *looks around* 10 guys to fix one bloody projector. And people wonder why society's in the shitter.

Scott: I don't think I've ever loved you as much as I do right now.

Lori: You can stop pretending, they all left.

Scott: *leans over, kisses Lori*

Lori: *blinks*

Scott: *leans back into chair, grabs bread*

TBC.....................................

 

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Guest House, 9pm

Scott: *staring at ceiling*

Anni: *steps in* Scott?

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: Just wanted to stop by and see if you were okay.

Scott: Yeah, I'm fine.

Anni: *shuts door, walks over* How did the luncheon go?

Scott: *smiles* Great.

Anni: *sits on bed*

Scott: Lori's an amazing woman. I don't think I've ever been so happy that Speed slept with Katie.

Anni: *laughs*

Scott: *smiling*

Anni: Why aren't you staying with her tonight then?

Scott: I want to take it slow. We seem to have this habit of making up really fast and not really exploring the problems we have.

Anni: *crawls onto bed* And what are these problems?

Scott: Well for starters, I need to stop lying to myself. *looks at Anni* I'm a drug addict.

Anni: *stares at Scott*

Scott: I am. I have been for a long time.

Anni: That's a hard thing to admit.

Scott: Yeah.

Anni: *places hand on Scott's chest* I'm proud of you.

Scott: *looks at Anni*

Anni: *leans over, kisses Scott's cheek*

Scott: *wraps arm around Anni*

Anni: *lies head on Scott's chest*

Scott: *kisses Anni's forehead*

Anni: *lifts head, kisses Scott*

Scott: *places hand on Anni's cheek*

Anni: *rolls onto Scott*

Scott: *sits up*

Anni: What? What's wrong?

Scott: I think I heard something.

Anni: *looks around* ...You think it's Lori?

Scott: Maybe it's nothing.

Anni: I don't hear anything.

Scott: *lies forehead against Anni* We shouldn't be doing this. I love my wife.

Anni: I know.

Scott: ...I don't want to hurt her anymore. *lies down*

Anni: I understand. *lies down*

Scott: Maybe we should cool it.

Anni: That's probably a good idea.

Scott: ...Does Tom know where you are?

Anni: Don't worry about it.

Condo, 10:30am

Tom: *spins Brook*

Brook: *giggling*

Tom: *smiles* You like to fly?

Brook: Yup.

Tom: *wraps arms around Brook*

Brook: Do you gotta go?

Tom: Unfortunately. Crime doesn't take a day off.

Katie: That's so lame.

Tom: *kisses Brook's cheek* I'll be back later tonight.

Brook: *nods* Bye bye.

Tom: *places Brook onto floor, walks away*

Speed: *walks downstairs*

Brook: DADDY!

Speed: *looks at Brook*

Brook: *lifts arms*

Speed: *walks over, picks up Brook*

Brook: We gonna have fun?

Speed: *smirks* Yeah, we're going to have fun.

Katie: Leave me out of it. *stands, walks away*

APL Financial Miami, office

Matthew: *walks in* Sir?

Scott: Have a seat.

Matthew: *grabs chair, sits*

Scott: *sits on desk* How do you like it in Miami so far?

Matthew: The place has a great vibe about it. But it's not home.

Scott: I will...*takes folder from desk* agree with you there. *opens folder* I have a DNA test here.

Matthew: *nods*

Scott: Wanted to talk to you about it.

Matthew: You and I are a match?

Scott: *nods* That's right.

Matthew: ...Henry was my father. *sighs, runs hands through hair* Mom barely spoke about him. I must have asked her hundreds of times when I was a kid.

Scott: *lowers eyes*

Matthew: What was he really like?

Scott: To be completely honest with you, he was a prick. There was not one redeeming quality about that man.

Matthew: ...Did he ever mention my mother?

Scott: No. but if it helps...he wasn't much of a father to me either.

Matthew: *shakes head* I would have rather had a bad father than none at all.

Scott: *stares at Matthew*

Matthew: It must sound stupid.

Scott: No.

Matthew: May I go back to work?

Scott: Sure.

Matthew: *stands, walks away*

Scott: *looks at door*

Bob: *walks in* We got a problem.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Parkinglot

Scott: *stares at car*

Bob: *crosses arms*

Scott: Interesting way to start the morning.

Bob: 'You're gonna pay'. *looks at Scott* Who'd you piss off?

Scott: *places hands in pockets* That depends. Are we talking personally or professionally?

Bob: This isn't a joke, Scotty. You should call the police.

Scott: *tilts head* It's not spray paint.

Bob: *looks at car*

Scott: *pulls out cellphone, dials*

TBC......................................

 

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APL Financial Miami, parkinglot

Tom: *kneels, opens kit*

Scott: What do you think it is?

Tom: I won't know until I test it. *swabs car*

Scott: *rubs eyes* Lori's going to kill me.

Tom: Why's that?

Scott: This is her car.

Tom: Ouch. Never ever mess with Lori's rims. *looks around car* Is this vehicle registered under her name?

Scott: Yeah.

Tom: *looks at Scott* Does Lori have any enemies?

Scott: No.

Tom: ...Does old Lori have any enemies?

Scott: I was driving the car.

Tom: *stands* I'm gonna need to talk to her.

Scott: You really think she'll remember anything substantial? She did sustain a head injury.

Tom: Oh I think she remembers quite a bit. *looks down at plastic*

Scott: ...What.

Tom: It's human blood.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Tom: *takes cellphone from Scott, dials*

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: ...I'm not getting any answer from Lori.

Scott: Maybe she stepped out.

Tom: Go to PD and don't move your ass until I tell you. I'm towing your car.

Scott: *nods*

Undisclosed location

Tia: *pulls bag from Lori's head*

Lori: *opens eyes, blinks*

Tia: Wakey wakey.

Lori: *looks down at arm*

Tia: I needed some of your blood. Poetics and all that.

Lori: *lifts eyes* Who are you?

Tia: *smiles* I'm surprised you don't remember. *grabs Lori by the hair* Ugh, don't know what Scott sees in you.

Lori: Maybe whores are his type.

Tia: So you remember afterall.

Lori: No. I was just guessing.

Tia: *kneels, tightens ropes* Hubby really messed up this time, gettin' wifey killed and all. Boy is he gonna be pissed.

Lori: It's not 'hubby' you gotta worry about.

Tia: *lifts eyes* Please. You're in no condition to kick my ass.

Lori: I'm not going to kick your ass. I'm going to kill you.

Tia: *stands* Big words for someone who's tied up and drained of bodily fluids.

Lori: *spits*

Tia: *blinks*

Lori: There's still some left.

Tia: *wipes cheek*

Lori: *smiles*

Tia: *slams fist into Lori's face*

Lori: *winces*

Tia: You should be greatful that I'm showing some restraint after what Scott put me through. He ruined everything.

Lori: You probably had it coming.

Tia: *pulls knife from jeans* My son was taken away. I'll never see him again.

Lori: So you're going to kill me.

Tia: *places knife up to Lori's cheek* I'm going to cut you into little pieces and feed you to the gators.

Lori: With a swiss army knife? It might take a few months.

Tia: *slices Lori's cheek*

Lori: *pulls head away*

Tia: *knocks chair over*

Lori: Oof.

Tia: *grabs chair, drags it*

Lori: *struggles*

Tia: *shoves chair into closet, slams door*

Inside closet

Lori: You'd better let me out now bitch or I'm comin' for you!

Miami Lab

Tom: *walking*

Horatio: *follows* Talk to me, Tom.

Tom: DNA matches Lori. It's her blood on the car.

Horatio: And we have no sign of her.

Tom: House is empty. Doesn't look like forced entry or a struggle. There was no blood at the scene so whoever bled her, did it somewhere else.

Horatio: But the blood tells us we have a timeline.

Tom: Right, Scott left for work at approximately 9am and he found the blood on the car at 10:50. It was dry so factoring in heat and moisture...whoever took Lori must have done it right after Scott left.

Horatio: Which means he or she was waiting for Scott to leave.

Tom: I need to go back to the neighborhood.

Horatio: Let me know what you find.

Interview room

Scott: *looks out window*

Horatio: Who would want to hurt Lori?

Scott: I don't know. *looks at Horatio* She doesn't really socialize with anyone. At least not that I know of. Do you think one of those drug lords still has a grudge against her?

Horatio: At this point, I think it's unlikely.

Scott: She just wants to be a good mother and live her life like a regular person. She doesn't go looking for trouble.

Horatio: *pulls out chair, sits* It's possible that this person has a grudge against you.

Scott: *stares at Horatio*

Horatio: Maybe a dealer?

Scott: I didn't have a dealer. I barely spoke to anyone when I left.

Horatio: How about disgruntled clients?

Scott: I'm telling you, there's no one.

Horatio: Alright, I-*lifts eyes, looks into PD*

FBI Agent: *stares at Horatio*

Horatio: I want you to stay here for now. I'll send someone out to get Steph and Dom.

Scott: *nods*

Horatio: Excuse me. *walks away*

PD

Horatio: *shuts door* Dennis. Long time no see.

Dennis: One of our detainees tampered with her ankle bracelet and escaped last night.

Horatio: Um...I'm not sure what that has to do with us.

Dennis: We've tracked her location to the Miami area but we lost the signal this morning. Her name's Tia Richardson, she was supposed to be awaiting trial for international fraud charges.

Horatio: Let me get this straight. You lost a suspect who was deemed a flight risk and you want me to clean up your mess.

Dennis: Our ankle bracelets are supposed to be fool proof, it-

Horatio: Apparently it's not just the technology that was faulty.

Dennis: We made a mistake. One we don't intend on making again.

Horatio: How comforting to hear. Lucky for you, I think your escapee might be connected to an abduction we're currently investigating.

Dennis: How do you know that?

Horatio: Let's take a walk. *walks away*

Dennis: *sigh*

Trace lab, 1pm

Tom: *staring through microscope*

Calleigh: *walks over* What are you working on?

Tom: Trace from outside the bushes near Lori's place. Found some footprints with trace not congruent to the surrounding area. Take a look.

Calleigh: *looks through microscope*

Tom: I'm about to check the database.

Calleigh: You know what, I've seen this before. *lifts head* A shooting case last month near the Glades. Our primary crime scene was discovered using trace found inside the wound of the victim, it's from a salt marsh.

Tom: *lifts brow* Florida has a salt marsh?

Calleigh: Not very many which is good for you. The largest deposits are to the north west near the coast but there is another closer to Miami. The National Preserve.

Tom: Do you think I can get an exact location?

Calleigh: Let me pull out my notes.

TBC.............................

 

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Layout room, 7pm

Tom: *staring at map*

Speed: *walks past, stops*

Tom: Get out.

Speed: Relax, I'm not on the case. But if you want my opinion, you shouldn't be either.

Tom: Technically this entire lab shouldn't be on the case. She's either related to everyone or screwed everyone.

Speed: *tilts head* You have a point.

Tom: Delko's out in the chopper but so far, no sign of her. *looks at watch* This late, they're probably gone already. Or Lori's dead.

Speed: What would be the advantage to this woman for taking Lori?

Tom: Bargaining chip? Scott's rich.

Speed: Scott doesn't have access to his accounts; Lori does.

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Speed: What?

Tom: The message 'you're gonna pay'. I think it's literal. Lori's bank requires an iris scan to access more than 10 grand. The system was implemented after Scott took off so he'd be useless to Tia but Lori wouldn't.

Speed: I don't see her walking Lori into a bank. Too many factors involved.

Tom: All she needs is her eyes.

Speed: Yeah well Lori needs her eyes too. You need to have people canvas the streets downtown. Have Delko check the highways.

Tom: Right.

Speed: *walks away*

Locker room

Anni: *shuts locker*

Speed: *walks over to locker, opens it*

Anni: Hey, I heard about Lori. Are you alright?

Speed: *places badge into locker* Yeah I'm fine.

Anni: *nods slowly*

Speed: *takes gun from locker, slams it*

Anni: Tim...

Speed: *walks away*

Anni: *follows* Tim, where are you going?

Speed: I'm going for a drive.

Anni: *takes gun from Speed* Not with this you aren't.

Speed: *looks at Anni*

Anni: The last thing Horatio needs is another dangerous person on the street. Let him find Lori.

Speed: It's too late Anni, that woman had 10 hours. I doubt she was reading a book the whole time.

Anni: Maybe Lori's giving her hell and screwed up her plan.

Speed: I might believe you if this was 7 years ago.

Anni: Lori's not weak, no matter what state of mind she's in. Trust me.

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Highway, tall grass

Lori: *kicks Tia*

Tia: AH! *falls against truck*

Lori: *runs around truck*

Matthew: *steps around truck*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Matthew: *gripping gun*

Lori: *looks at gun*

Matthew: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *steps back*

Tia: *grabs Lori* I'm not stupid, honey. Smart criminals are like wolves. We sometimes travel in numbers.

Lori: How in the hell did she recruit you?

Matthew: Get in the truck.

Lori: No.

Matthew: *looks at Tia*

Tia: *shoves Lori*

Lori: *stumbles forward*

Matthew: *grabs Lori, places gun up to her face* We need those pretty eyes of yours and we would love for you to cooperate.

Tia: That wasn't the plan.

Matthew: *lifts eyes*

Tia: She's too much trouble alive and you know it.

Matthew: *looks at Lori* She's going to cooperate.

Lori: I'm not going to do shit for you.

Tia: See? Would you just let me rip out her eyes already? The more time we spend dealing with her is more time the cops have to find us. We've already wasted enough time trying to get her this far.

Matthew: *strokes Lori's cheek* You've put enough marks on her for the evening.

Tia: *walks over to Matthew* Are you forgetting who's in charge here? I set up the plan, I got us the gun and oh gee, I also got us the girl. I'M in charge!

Matthew: You seemed to have a problem getting her under control for the past 10 hours. That's not someone who should be in charge.

Tia: You could have helped me instead of painting cars and researching.

Matthew: Open the back of the vehicle, please.

Tia: *grumbles, opens back hatch*

Matthew: *gestures toward truck* After you.

Lori: *frowns, steps into truck*

Matthew: *slams hatch*

Tia: I'm driving.

Matthew: No you're not. *lifts keys* You're watching her. *walks around truck*

Tia: I should have gone solo.

Inside truck, road

Tia: How long until we get to the bank?

Matthew: 12 hours.

Tia: Excuse me?

Matthew: We're not staying in Miami.

Tia: Matt, my plan will work.

Matthew: You have Miami-Dade PD all over the place, security guards from every bank put on alert and the FBI on your tail.

Tia: *blinks* So?

Matthew: So it back and enjoy the ride.

Tia: Someone should tie up the hostage.

Lori: Wow this is a bang-up job you're doing.

Tia: Shut up. *punches Lori in the face*

Lori: *smacks head against window*

Matthew: *looks into rearview mirror*

Tia: *climbs over seat, grabs duct tape*

Lori: *rubs head*

Tia: *takes Lori's arms* Put them behind your back. Let's go.

Lori: *places hands behind back*

Tia: *tapes Lori's wrists*

Lori: Since you're going to kill me anyway, you mind telling me where we're going?

Matthew: Orlando.

Lori: Oh swell. Well that won't take 12 hours.

Tia: Torturing you might.

Lori: I'm shaking.

Tia: You should be. *pulls knife* I've been waiting a long time to really hit Scott where it hurts.

Lori: Then you should have kidnapped him instead. But it's too bad he'd kick your ass before you ever laid a hand on him so you chose someone your own size.

Tia: I'm not afraid of Scott. I just don't need him to get his money.

Lori: And you think no one will suspect who took it? You think you're just going to fly off to the bahamas or the cayman islands with your millions and life happily ever after with Matthew?

Tia: *leans over, whispers* No. I plan on killing Matthew long before that's an option. *places finger on Lori's lips* But don't tell him.

Lori: Why would I possibly want to screw that up for you?

Tia: Hilarious.

Orlando, motel, 10:40pm

Tia: *shoves Lori into chair*

Matthew: *locks door*

Tia: Alright, I know the kidnapping drill. I'll go sit in the bathroom until you've finished.

Matthew: *turns around* Sorry?

Tia: We're in a motel. It's time for you to have your way with the hostage.

Matthew: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Matthew: *looks at Tia*

Tia: *rolls eyes* Come on. You're going to prison if we get caught, you may as well get some before your next girlfriend becomes another guy. So I'm going to go grab a soda and you do your thing. *opens door, leaves*

Matthew: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *stares at Matthew*

Matthew: *walks over to bed*

Lori: She wants to kill you when this is over, you know.

Matthew: *sits* I'm not worried about it.

Lori: Why? Are you going to kill her first?

Matthew: *places gun on bed*

Lori: *angry sigh* I don't understand. It makes no sense for you to be even be here. You don't strike me as the kind of person who's into getting rich quick by kidnap and murder.

Matthew: *smiles*

Lori: Level with me. Are you going to kill me when this is over?

Matthew: I'm not an unreasonable man.

Lori: If you were reasonable at all, you'd let me go and call the police.

Matthew: I suppose you're right.

Lori: Tell my why you're really here.

Matthew: I'm here to make sure this goes according to plan.

Lori: What plan.

Matthew: You ask a lot of questions.

Lori: *tilts head* You're a cop.

Matthew: I'm sure that would be comforting to hear given the situation.

Lori: Not comforting, it's just happened before.

Matthew: I assure you, I'm not a police officer.

Lori: Then you're some kind of agent.

Matthew: And if I'm not?

Lori: Ergh, this pisses me off. You're just like Scott, you can never give anyone a straight answer.

Matthew: I just did a moment ago.

Lori: Well it's not the answer I want.

Matthew: *smirks*

Lori: *looks around* You got a problem with me using the restroom?

Matthew: Not at all. *stands, walks over to chair*

Lori: *looks at bed*

Matthew: *unties Lori*

Lori: *stands, swings arm*

Matthew: *twists Lori's arm, shoves her against wall*

Lori: Ugh.

Matthew: Don't make this harder for yourself. Peaceful actions from you means peaceful actions from me.

Lori: Let me go.

Matthew: Relax.

Lori: *frowns*

Matthew: *steps back*

Lori: *turns around, lifts hands* May I use the restroom now?

Matthew: Please.

Lori: *walks into bathroom, shuts door*

Matthew: *opens door*

Lori: *looks back* You're going to watch me pee?

Matthew: Don't take it personally.

Lori: I don't have to go.

Matthew: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *shrugs* It's my duty as your captive to escape.

Matthew: You're going to be a challenge.

Lori: That's the point.

Matthew: You should get some rest.

Lori: I don't want rest. I want to go home. I want to see my children.

Matthew: I understand.

Lori: No. You don't. You're a heartless, greedy coward who's destroying one life to benefit another and no matter how nice and accomodating you are, it doesn't change that.

Matthew: It must be wonderful to have a family.

Lori: Beats being a whore.

Matthew: *nods*

Lori: I know why you're doing this. You're angry that Scott had the life you never did. It probably seems like he had it all.

Matthew: My mother was his maid. His father knocked her up and shoved her under the rug. We lived in poverty while Scott had everything handed to him and all the opportunities under the sun. I worked my ass off to get where I am and it's still not good enough.

Lori: How horrible for you. I was a prostitute at age 8.

Matthew: *stares at Lori*

Lori: There are worse things than not having as much money as the next guy. *walks over to chair, sits* And for your information, rich doesn't mean perfect.

Matthew: Yeah it must have been hard for him to wake up in a warm mansion with fresh food and a free pass at higher education. *sits on bed*

Lori: *rolls eyes*

TBC..................................

 

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Motel, 1am

Matthew: *snaps phone shut*

Lori: *looks over*

Tia: *snoring*

Matthew: *picks up gun, pulls slide back*

Lori: *stares at Matthew*

Matthew: *snaps slide*

Lori: *sits up* Who called?

Matthew: My mother.

Lori: She sounded very masculine.

Matthew: *walks over to bed* You should be sleeping. *sits*

Lori: It's hard to sleep when you're pacing around the room with a 9 mil. *looks at Tia* She's a horrible kidnapper.

Matthew: She should stick to her day job.

Lori: How about you? Kidnapping people isn't your specialty.

Matthew: *looks at Lori*

Lori: What exactly do you do for APL?

Matthew: I'm an analyst.

Lori: That's vague.

Matthew: I oversee the foreign finances.

Lori: Big job for someone so young.

Matthew: *smiles* I'm good at what I do.

Lori: I don't doubt that. If there's one thing I've learned about your blood is that you have brains. It's why I still don't understand what you're doing here.

Matthew: *nods*

Lori: *narrows eyes* I'm going to figure it out.

Matthew: Get some rest while you're at it.

Lori: *lies down* You're not getting my money.

Orlando, street, 9am

Tia: *drags Lori from truck* Okay, this is the plan since we're not going to rip out your eyes. We're going to go inside acting like your lawyers. You're going to withdraw 50 million.

Lori: Only 50 million? You could get twice that.

Tia: *stares at Lori*

Matthew: Let's go. *takes Lori's arm, walks away*

Tia: *follows*

Inside bank

Matthew: *looks around*

Security Guard: *walks past*

Matthew: *looks at front desk*

Tia: This is so exciting.

Matthew: *looks outside*

Large black trucks pull up

Woman: Can I take the next person?

Tia: *steps forward*

Matthew: *pulls out gun* Stop.

Tia: *looks at Matthew* What the hell are you doing?

Security Guard: *pulls out gun, points it at Matthew* DROP IT!

Matthew: *pulls out wallet* I'm a Federal Agent.

Lori: *looks at Matthew*

Matthew: Get on the floor.

Tia: This is very funny but improv makes us look bad.

Matthew: I'm not going to ask you again.

Tia: Alright, if it's going to get us the money, do your thing. *lies down on floor*

Matthew: *kneels, pulls out cuffs*

Tia: Oh hey, when did you buy those?

Matthew: *cuffs Tia*

Agents step into bank

Matthew: *stands, lifts Tia*

Tia: *looks around* ...Shit.

Matthew: You know the drill.

Tia: *sigh* FBI?

Matthew: No, they're still running around Miami in their cheap suits.

Agent: *takes Tia, walks away*

Lori: *crosses arms* CIA. Nice.

Matthew: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *smiles* Agent Whitfield, huh.

Matthew: *places hand on Lori's back* Let's get you something to eat and a ride back home.

Lori: *pushes door, walks* Did you really mean all that stuff you said back at the motel about Scott?

Matthew: *follows* He'll receive the official report in the next few days but you can let him know that APL's probably one of the few companies not screwing over the government and pissing off foreign bodies.

Lori: *nods slowly* Good to know.

TBC.....................................