Oh dear god what is she up to now! LMAO! Scott seems to have his hands full with women but it never seems to be in the right way does it! lol! well this will be a treat i'm sure! How long will it take her to show up on his door step trying to get into his pants again! not long i'm sure! i just Lori doesn't find out about this! Great update Geni!
LOL...Their conversation was just delicious. All that innuendo, the acid behind every word* claps happily* I loved that! But pooh on Baliey for thinking Scotty paid for Anni . Not cool, chick...not cool at all. I wonder what's going to go down between them... Awesome chapter!
Thanks for the reviews! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ New York, condo, 11pm Scott: *walks in, stops* People are seen everywhere; music blares Scott: *looks around, takes off jacket* Bailey: *pushes through crowd, lifts bottle* SCOTTY! *smiles* Hey! Scott: What the hell's going on? Who are these people? Bailey: Just a few friends from work. I needed to wind down. Scott: In my condo. Bailey: Wasn't hard to pick the lock. Guy bumps into Scott Scott: *pushes past people* Bailey, this is completely inappropriate. I want these people out. Bailey: You need to loosen up, Finch. Have a beer. Scott: I thought you were a recovering alcoholic. Bailey: Somedays I am. Scott: *frowns, looks around* People are seen snorting white powder off table Scott: Are those people doing drugs? Bailey: Yeah. *smiles* It's really fun. Scott: *kneels, picks up broken lamp* Bailey: I've got some more blow if you want. Scott: *stands* No. Bailey, I'm really not in the m- Bailey: Here, have some water. *picks up glass* Scott: *takes glass* I'm not in the mood to play these games with you. I have to work early in the morning. Bailey: Is that all you ever do? Work and play with your mistress? You need some variety in your life. Scott: *drinks water* Bailey: *smiles* Scott: *places cup on counter* You have 10 minutes to get everyone out. Bailey: Oh I think I have way more than that. *grabs Scott's arm* C'mon, there's some friends of mine I want you to meet. Scott: *angry sigh* Living room Bailey: This is Conrad, my co-worker. Conrad: You want some blow? Scott: No thank you. Conrad: These are some cool digs, man. You a banker or something? Bailey: *smiles* He's famous. Conrad: Yeah? Did you invent the zipper? Because I've been trippin' out tryin' to figure out who thought the idea up. Scott: I'm not an inventer and I'm not famous. Could you please pack up your drugs and get them out of here? Conrad: *laughs* He is funny. 25 minutes later Scott: *picks up drapes* Could you please not spill on the couch! Bailey: *runs over* Scott, quick! We're having a fruit race in the hall! You want to be on team Grapefruit or Orange? Scott: No! Bailey, you said you'd get these people out! *blinks, steps backward* Bailey: What is it? Scott: Your skin is green. Bailey: *lifts brow* What? Scott: Your skin is green...and it's dripping. Bailey: *nods slowly* Right. Um...this might sound strange but I think I gave you the wrong drink. Scott: *looks down at hands* My hands are on fire. Bailey: Yep, definitely the wrong drink. Scott: *leans against wall, grabs chest* Conrad: What's his problem? Bailey: I accidentally gave him the drink with the LSD. Scott: *covers eyes* Red sounds like chimes! Bailey: What does green sound like? Scott: *unbuttons shirt* Front door Lori: *walks in, looks around* What the h- Bailey: LORI! *runs over* HI! *hugs Lori* Lori: Where's Scott? What's with the party? Bailey: Why are you here? Did Scott invite you? Lori: No, I thought I'd surprise him. Where is he? Bailey: He's trippin' out in the living room. Lori: *frowns* What do you mean. Bailey: Oh he accidentally drank some LSD. *smiles* I wonder if he'll get all the way naked. Lori: *pushes past people, walks away* SCOTT! Bailey: *follows* Living room Scott: *picks up large lamp, swings it* GET AWAY! Conrad: Whoa, watch it bucko. *lifts hands* It's me. Scott: *slams lamp across table* Glass shatters Lori: Scott! *runs over* Scott: *drops lamp, holds head* UGH! Lori: *places hand on Scott's shoulder* Are you okay? Scott: *lies on floor, covers head* Lori: *kneels* Scott, I'm taking you to the hospital. Bailey: He might get arrested. Lori: *looks at Bailey* You should be arrested. *stands* What the HELL did you think you were doing? *steps over Scott* Bailey: It was an accident. Lori: Accident my ass. Scott: *starts to cry* Lori: *grabs Bailey by the hair* Bailey: *screams* Lori: *shoves Bailey against wall* Bailey: *claws at Lori* Lori: *kicks Bailey* Bailey: *bites Lori's arm* Lori: *slams fist into Bailey's face* Bailey: *lifts knee* Lori: I'M PREGNANT! Bailey: *blinks* What? Lori: *jams fingers into Bailey's eyes* Bailey: *screams, falls over* Lori: Stupid bitch. *looks at Scott* Scott: *crying* Lori: *runs over, kneels* Scott. Scott: *sniffs, lifts eyes* Lori: I know you're freaking out and everything but I'm Lori. Remember Lori? Scott: *nods quickly* Lori: Good. I'm gonna get these people out of your home, okay? Scott: It's so hot in here. Lori: I know. Scott: *wipes forehead* Lori: *stands, turns off music* People look over Lori: Get the hell out. People start to leave Lori: *grabs Bailey by the collar* Bailey: *rubs eyes* Lori: You expect me to believe for one second that you 'accidentally' dosed my husband with a hallucinogenic drug. Who the hell else would it be intended for? Bailey: *stares at Lori* I was going to slip him a roofie but nobody had any. Lori: *frowns* Bailey: I'm gonna go. Lori: You'd better make it quick. Bailey: *runs away* Door slams Lori: *grabs Scott's arm* Scott: *stands* Lori: *wipes Scott's cheeks* You okay? Scott: *shakes head* Lori: You want to put your shirt back on? Scott: NO! Lori: Okay. Scott: *runs hands through hair* It's so hot in here. *scratches at skin* You're sparkly. Lori: Maybe you should sit down. Scott: *sits* Lori: *picks up beer bottles* Scott: *looks around* Lori: *wipes table* Scott: *rubs eyes* Lori: I was sort of expecting you to be relaxing with a beer, not partying with Bailey. Scott: I don't LIKE this. *grips hair* Lori: It's going to last for a little while longer. Scott: How long? Lori: How long have you been tripping out? Scott: I don't know, time's going really slow. Lori: *smirks* Scott: Lori, it's not funny. Lori: I'm not laughing. Scott: Your voice is orange. Lori: *smiles* I bet it is. Scott: *sigh* Your smile sounds like violins. TBC..............................
"Your smile smells like violins..." O.M.F.G :guffaw: LSD must be some very powerful stuff. Bailey must've been stupid and Lori was plenty pissed off. I thought it was insensitve and impolite of Bailey to just set up shop with her boys and drugs * something tells me that she hasn't changed in the least bit*, in someone else's home. that just doesn't seem...um...right. At least Lori gave her a good and proper lesson. Awesome update!
Thanks for the review! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gables Estates, house, 2pm Scott: *sits on couch* I should be at work. Lori: I called your boss and explained what happened. Scott: *lifts head* Did he say if I was fired? Lori: He just wants you to get better. Now, are the colors around the room looking normal? Scott: No. Lori: Great. Well, you watch TV and...be entertained while I go upstairs and make some phone calls. Scott: Why? Lori: I have a job. But if you need anything, just ask. Scott: I'm not a baby. Lori: No but you're not exactly thinking clearly either. Scott: *lowers head, starts to cry* Lori: What? Scott: *crying* I'm sorry. Lori: *rolls eyes* Scott, you don't have to feel bad. *sits* You didn't cause this. Scott: *wraps arms around Lori* Lori: Oof. Scott: I'm sorry. Lori: *places hand on Scott's back* Scott: I love you so much, I don't ever want to let you down again. Lori: Right. Scott: *squeezes tighter* You're the most beautiful and talented whore I ever met. Lori: *leans back* What? Scott: Oh wait, you prefer professional entertainment, right? Sorry, scratch that. The most talented professional entertainment worker. Lori: *stares at Scott* I think you're thinking about porn. Scott: Haven't you done that? Lori: Are you sure you're on LSD? Scott: Oh definitely. Your hair is telling me to cook a pizza. Lori: Right. Scott: I don't even like pizza. I mean, I like pizza but you people here have such bland, tiny pies. You should try a New York pizza. Lori: You people meaning Miami natives or professional entertainment workers? Scott: *smiles* Lori: So um...how do you feel about Anni? Scott: She's a sweet gal. Real classy. Lori: Uh huh. Scott: You don't look pleased. You have rain clouds over your head. WHOA! Lori: What? Scott: Lightening. Lori: Do you love her? Scott: Sometimes. Lori: *nods* Scott: Huh...I guess I've only ever loved two women in my life. Lori: *lifts eyes* Scott: *turns on television* Are we in the 60s? Lori: No. Scott: We should be. Upstairs, office, 2:30pm Lori: *typing* Steph: *steps over* Momma. Lori: What. Steph: I wanna puppy. Lori: Why? Steph: My friend Jodie has one. Lori: Is Jodie's mom also your mom? Steph: No. Lori: There you go. Steph: So can I have a puppy? Lori: No. Steph: Why? Lori: I don't want a dog in my house. Steph: Why? Lori: They smell. Steph: Puppies don't smell. Lori: Puppies get older. Steph: Dommy smells and we keep him. Lori: *smirks* Steph: Can I have a puppy? Lori: No. Steph: *narrows eyes* 3:45pm Steph: Can I have a puppy? Lori: No. Steph: Can I have a puppy? Lori: No. Steph: I want a puppy. Lori: No. Steph: Can I have a puppy now? Lori: No. Steph: C- Lori: NO! Steph: *nods* Den Scott: *places forehead against television, stares intently* Steph: DADDY! Scott: *staring into television* Steph: I want a puppy. Scott: *looks at Steph* Steph: *stares at Scott* Scott: *places hands on Steph's cheeks* You're a mini Lori. Steph: Are you okay, Daddy? Scott: You're like a little doll. *hugs Steph* My baby. Steph: *looks around* Scott: *hugs tighter* Steph: Daddy, I wanna puppy. Scott: *lets go* My little girl wants a puppy. Steph: Yup. Scott: *smiles* Then you will have one. Steph: YAY! Lori: *walks over* Steph: Momma! Daddy's gonna get me a puppy! Lori: *looks at Scott, crosses arms* Scott: *smiles* I love puppies. Lori: Steph, go upstairs. Steph: *runs away* Lori: We're not getting a dog. Scott: Why? Lori: I don't want one. Scott: *stands* Steph wants one. Lori: This isn't a democracy. Stephanie has zero say in what happens in this household. Scott: What about me? Lori: You're under the influence, Scott. Scott: Then we'll talk about it later. Lori: Sit down and don't touch anything. *walks away* TBC................................
This was the greatest chapter! I loved how forceful, yet understanding Lori is about this situation. I really loved how truthful Scott's been with her, how painfully truthful his been with her. I always said that alcohol and drugs expose the truth of what is really going on in their heads. I noticed how he tipped around the question of his love for Anni, and how it was just left at that. There's more, I'm sure of that... The puppy situation...hilarious! I love the relentless attack Steph put into motion, and finally realizing that if she was goign to get a yes, she was going to get it from her father. I think she knew he was ...altered and she chose to exploit it. I'm sure that she's not conciously seeking to use her father, but she did get a yes from him... Awesome update!
Lol! Scott is so wasted! duuuude! You have a cloud over your head! I'm surprised that he didn't see rainbows coming out of her ass at some point! lol! Steph was totally funny when she keep up the I want a puppy with Lori the got the answer she wanted from a tripped out Scott! Ok i defiantly heard the P word come out of Lori's mouth during here Action Lori battle with Bailey! Now was that for real or was that just to stop Bailey from making a connection to the midsection. Hmm! Maybe she should tell Scott when he stops playing with pretty pink bunnies that they can't have a dog because there getting a new baby instead. You know those things have to be potty trained at some point also! Lol! Of course the little God send Dom may turn into Damion Thorn from the Omen and try to off it in some little sadistic way! lol! do you ever here the Omen music when he comes into the room! Hmmm! great update Geni!
Oh, man. Lori's lucky it was only a puppy Steph was asking for... :lol: Is Lori really pregnant, or was she saying that to distract Bailey? Speaking of Bailey, what the heck was she thinking? Seriously. That girl needs to go away... Awesome updates!
Thanks for the reviews. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Miami planetarium, 11am Speed: *steps under tape* What do we have? Alexx: 9-year old boy. Teacher says he's Cody Masterson, he's with the field trip group from Miami Elemenatary. No outward signs of a struggle but I'll know more when we get him home. Speed: *snaps pictures* Tom: *walks over* What a pleasant way to start out the morning. Speed: *looks at Tom* Tom: Who found him? Speed: Teacher with the field trip. Tom: Kids should just stay at home. They don't learn anything in school, do they think the kids will learn anything here? I don't remember a damn thing from my field trips when I was a kid. Speed: Maybe you weren't paying attention. Tom: It's probably because they took us to places like planetariums. Woman: *walks over* Excuse me, we run a very educational platform here. And if there was any fault, it wasn't on our part. Our staff have to go through security checks just do be emplo- Speed: Hold on a second. You are? Woman: Agnes Wilder. I'm the director here. Speed: Do you have security cameras? Agnes: Yes. Speed: I'd like to see the videos, please. Agnes: Why? Tom: A child was killed on your watch. It'd be in your best interests. Agnes: Are you accusing me of something? Tom: Stupidity, negligence, take your pick. Speed: Tom. Agnes: We have a reputation here of safety. There hasn't been so much as an accident here for 25 years. Tom: Not anymore. Agnes: I don't think I pay your salary to insult people. Speed: I apologize. We just want to find out what happened and we'd appreciate your cooperation. Agnes: *walks away* Speed: Relax. Tom: I am relaxed. Speed: *looks at Tom* Tom: What? World Financial Center, 1pm Scott: *sips coffee* Paul: *walks over* Hey, you have a minute? Scott: Sure. Paul: Great. Uh, I just wanted to let you know that I've submitted your name for a position with the Board of Directors. Scott: *places cup on table* Really? Paul: Yeah. You've done some great work here and this company could benefit from your experience. Scott: I appreciate that. Paul: There's another thing... Scott: What is it? Paul: I have lung cancer. Scott: *blinks* ...Lung cancer. Paul: Doctors say I have about 3 months. Now that's the good news. Scott: *stares at Paul* Paul: I still need to find a replacement so the Board will be looking at some files. Scott: ...Is there anything I can do? Paul: Nah. Scott: *lowers head* Paul: Come on, look at the bright side. At least I'll have my name engraved on a big shiny wall. Scott: That's not funny. Paul: *places hand on Scott's shoulder* It was a pleasure working with you, Scott. Scott: *stands* I feel the same way, sir. Paul: *stares at Scott* Scott: *extends hand* Paul: *grabs Scott's hand* I actually have an interview this afternoon, would you mind sitting in and taking notes? Scott: Not a problem. Boardroom, 2pm Paul: *writing* Scott: *opens book* Woman: *walks in* Paul: *lifts head, smiles* Ms. Barnes. *stands, extends hand* I'm glad you could stop by. *looks at Scott* This is April Barnes, she's one of our best employees. April: *smiles* You always were a charmer. Paul: This is Scott Finch. Scott: *stands* April: *grabs Scott's hand* Nice to meet you. Scott: *sits* April: *pulls out chair, sits* Paul: Just want to get in some final information before I make my decision. You've been with us for 6 years. April: That's right. Paul: And you've finished your degree in business administration. April: A year ago. Paul: *smirks* Of course. Scott: I have a question, if I may. Paul: Please. Scott: *staring at paper* You were offered the position of branch manager for the Orlando branch, yet you appear to have turned it down. *lifts eyes* Can you shed some light on that? April: I'm not ungreatful for the opportunity, believe me. But this is my home and these are my people. *smiles* I wouldn't trade it for the best promotions. Scott: *nods* April: I didn't catch your job description. Scott: I'm an advisor for Mr. Valdez. April: So if I were to get this job, you'd be my advisor. Scott: *smiles* Yes, I suppose I would. Paul: That's probably everything I need, thank you. April: *stands* It's been a pleasure, gentleman. *walks away* Door shuts Paul: What do you think? Scott: Intelligent, driven, good people skills... Paul: Everything this company needs. *rubs eyes* Scott: How are you feeling? Paul: I'll be fine. Scott: Have you made arrangements? Paul: *shakes head* Scott: If you'd like, I can take care of some of that stuff. Just call. Day or night. Paul: Thank you. TBC..........................
way to Speedle up there Tom! Gee! I think Speed really needs too check Tom's DNA against his! Lol! I think that he may be a closet Speedle that they don't know about! hes really developing a great smart ass attitude and makes Speed look tame when hes partnered with him! lol! Hmm Well looks like Scotts about to be fast tracked into the CSO world again! I thought he was trying to get away from that so much! well i'm not quite sure how Lori's gonna take that! Should be interesting! Great Update Geni!
So...many...questions... Why is Tom so irritable? What happened to the enlightened Tom? Did he take a back seat for a while? Will he be coming back? Interesting development, lol. Poor Paul, he's got three months to live and he names Scott to the board of directors. Of course, Scott's just the person for this position. I like that Scott's a trusted advisor and I also like this April chick. I can only hope that she remains as sane as she is here, lol. Awesome update!
Thanks for the reviews! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morgue, 9am next day Speed: *walks over* You paged us? Alexx: *nods* Finished the autopsy on your school boy. *pulls sheet down* Tom: Cause of death? Alexx: Found a slow bleed in his brain, probably caused by a blow to the head. Speed: Someone punched him in the head. Alexx: Yes but it didn't kill him right away. Speed: *lifts eyes* Tom: You're saying the murder didn't happen at the planetarium. How long would it have taken for him to die? Alexx: 10-12 hours. And that's not all. I did a SART kit. Tom: *lifts hand* Alexx: *looks at Tom* Tom: *turns around, walks away* Speed: *looks back* Alexx: Is he okay? Speed: Is there anything else? Alexx: No. Speed: Thanks. *walks away* Miami lab, hallway Tom: *walking* Speed: *follows* What's your problem? Tom: I don't have a problem. Speed: We need to speak to the victim's parents. Tom: Already looked into it. Cody Masterson's mother died last year on a cruise and he lived with his father and 9 other siblings. Speed: That many? Tom: Most are foster kids. They live in Hialeah. Speed: Single father on low income plus foster kids. Something about that doesn't add up. Tom: Yeah. Speed: Alexx is going to send the DNA to the lab, I'm heading to the victim's place of residence. Tom: I'm coming with you. Speed: No you're not. Tom: Why? Speed: I need you here. Tom: Why, to babysit the DNA tech? I could be doing better things with my time, like catching the son-of-a-bitch who killed that little boy. Speed: Child deaths are always going to be hard but you need to have a cool head about it and I've determined that you don't so you're staying here. Tom: I'm on this case. Speed: I'm your supervisor. Tom: I can handle this, Speed. Speed: One inappropriate comment or action and you're sitting in the car. Got it? Tom: Yes sir. Hialeah, small house, 11am Speed: *knocks on door* Tom: *looks around* Dirty yard, rusted out car, broken windows...someone should be checking up on these kids. Speed: Our focus is the murder. Tom: Our focus is to protect and serve. Speed: *knocks on door* Man: *opens door* What do you want? Speed: You're Wade Masterson? Wade: Maybe. Speed: I'm Sergeant Speedle, this is Detective Gray, we're with Miami-Dade PD. Wade: So? Speed: We're here about your son, Cody. Wade: I thought he just dropped dead. Speed: We believe he was murdered, sir. May we come in? Wade: *pushes door open, walks away* Speed: *steps in* Wade: *picks up beer* What do you want from me? Tom: *looks around* Speed: We just want to ask you some questions. Do you know of any injuries your son may have sustained within the last 48 hours? Wade: Kids are kids. They get into all sorts of trouble. Speed: Like what? Wade: I don't know. Speed: Maybe he gets a little rough with his siblings. Wade: Could be. They're always fighting with each other. Close quarters and all that, right? Speed: *nods* Tom: How many of your children are foster kids? Wade: 8. Tom: Does anyone ever check on them? Wade: What does that got to do with Cody? Speed: It's just a question. Wade: I hope you guys are paying for his burial 'cause I don't have that kind of cash. Tom: Have you ever hit your son? Wade: *looks at Tom* What the hell kind of accusation is that? Tom: It's not an accusation. Your son suffered a head injury recently. So he either hit is head or someone hit him. Speed: We're still gathering evidence. Wade: I don't hit my kids. Tom: Of course not. May I speak with some of them? Wade: No. Look, I do the best I can with what I have. I might not have some fancy government job but I work hard for these kids. My wife wanted all this bullshit and I'm stuck with it until I can file some papers to get 'em out. Tom: Okay. Maybe we can help with that. Speed: We can have another officer stop by later. Tom: Hell, I'm free. Speed: *looks at Tom* No you're not. *looks at Wade* We'd like to see Cody's room, if that's alright. Wade: Fill your boots. Speed: Thank you. Bedroom Speed: *flicks on flashlight* Tom: What an ass. Speed: *looks around* Tom: Filthy mess. Do you smell that? Speed: *kneels, pulls back bedding* Tom: *looks at bed* Speed: Blood. Tom: *shakes head* Christ. Speed: Could be the result of a hundred different things. Tom: Yeah right. Speed: *stands* If you can't be objective, you're off this case. Understand? Tom: The guy's bad news and you know it. Speed: Whether he is or isn't shouldn't distract you from the evidence. Tom: That's bull. Science is only part of it, the rest is good police work. Speed: Good police work is not getting ahead of the evidence, Tom. Tom: Put yourself in that kid's shoes. Speed: I don't need to and neither do you. Go wait in the car. Tom: People tell me you used to be passionate about your job. Seems like you'd rather just clock in and out now. Speed: There's a difference between passion and recklessness. Tom: You think I'm being reckless? Speed: I think you need to cool off. Tom: Fine. I'll go sit on my ass for a while. Speed: May I ask you a question before you go? Tom: Sure. Speed: Why is this case so important to you? Tom: I'm a father. I don't like to see kids suffer. Speed: I don't think that's the reason. Tom: *stares at Speed* Speed: At least not entirely. Tom: I'll see you back at the lab. *walks away* Speed: *sigh* TBC.......................................
hu oh! i think Speed about to stumble up on Tom's deep dark secret! Tom's right though, that old man is bad newa and those kids need t be moved before another one dies! Knowing Speed hes not gonna let this drop off the radar about whats eating a Tom! Hes gonna have to go ask Lori though cause Anni doesn't have a clue what hes all about! Great Update Geni!
Isn't that how it is completely? When asked and pressed to reveal how they feel, some men seem to clam right on up. It's a true indication that something did happen. Now the job is to find out what...hmmm... Wade is an ass...pure and simple. The remaining kids need to escape....NOW! Something's not right with Wade- he's...skeevy....I'm going to trend toward Tom's belief... Awesome update!
Thanks for the reviews! Hee! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ World Financial Center, office, 9am Scott: *typing* Bob: *steps over, knocks on door frame* Scott: *lifts eyes, smiles* Bob. What a pleasant surprise. Bob: *stares at Scott* Scott: *smile fades* Something tells me this isn't a professional call. *stands* What's going on? Bob: *steps in, shuts door* Paul Valdez is dead. Scott: *stares at Bob* Bob: It's not going to be printed in the newspapers so I thought I'd tell you before everyone else f- Scott: What happened. Bob: Scotty, maybe you want to sit down. Scott: Just tell me. Bob: He walked to the top of APL sometime last night and jumped. Scott: *staring at Bob* Bob: He um...he didn't leave a note. Scott: *lowers eyes* Bob: I'm sorry. Scott: *stares at floor* Bob: Would you like me to drive you home? Maybe come with you to Miami? Scott: *sits*...He only had 3 months to live. Bob: That's rough. Scott: I should have...done something. Bob: It was his choice, Scott. I don't think you could have convinced him not to do it. Besides, the guy did have 15 years more than what the odds were, right? That's something. Scott: *nods* Bob: *walks over, sits* I don't know if I'd want 3 months of slow torture either. Scott: ...What if I'm next? Bob: *looks at Scott* Scott: What if I'm also living on borrowed time? Bob: I don't think you are. Scott: Come on, I breathed in just as much crap as he did. I'm not running on a big percentage of capacity as it is. Bob: Everyone's different. He was older. Scott: Do you know what it's like to wake up this far down the line and still see bits of concrete and glass coming up through your skin? What's in my body is not making me any younger. Bob: That doesn't mean you have an early death sentence, Scott. Besides, life is unpredictable enough; you could get hit by a bus tonight or you could die an old man in a home. Now, both of those aren't exactly desirable but it's not always our choice or expectation so you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. Scott: *nods* Bob: *places hand on Scott's shoulder* You want to grab a beer or something? Scott: *looks at Bob* I'd love to. Miami Lab, Trace Lab Speed: *staring through microscope* Tom: *walks over* Got the DNA back from Natalia. Blood on the sheets belongs to two donors; Cody and another male unrelated to him, which is probably one of the foster kids. It makes sense since 4 of them share a bedroom but what doesn't make sense is the fact that they both bled in the same spot. Speed: SART kit results are in the folder. Tom: *grabs folder, opens it* ...Not in the system? *lifts head* Wade Masterson was popped 2 years ago for public drunkenness. Speed: It's not his DNA. Tom: One of the foster kids assaulted him. Speed: Take a closer look at the results. Tom: *looks down at paper* ...The DNA's female? Speed: Female contribution was swabbed from his genitals. Tom: ...The prevalence of female rapists is less than 2%. Speed: It definitely narrows down our suspect field. Tom: Babysitter? Speed: I didn't find evidence of a female contribution or DNA in general anywhere in the house. Not even a hair. Tom: Well the only place he would come in contact with a woman then, is school. Speed: *nods* Tom: I guess I owe the father an apology. Speed: Maybe not. I mikrosiled the head wound. It's from the cap of a specific brand of beer. Luz Do Sol. It's a Portuguese brand and the same brand we saw all over his house. Tom: He threw a beer bottle at the kid. Speed: Probably a full one but depending on the father's strength and the child, it could have been empty too. There were also pieces of glass still stuck in his head. Tom: I take my apology back. He's still an asshole. Speed: I'm thinking both crimes were unrelated. But we do have evidence of child abuse in both cases so while we can get him on the murder, should look at getting him for the rest of the kids as well. You need to interview them and see if there's more physical evidence. I'll head over to the school and talk to the teachers about the second crime. Tom: Deal. New York, sports bar, 12pm Scott: *opens menu* Waiter: Can I get you some drinks to start off? Scott: I'll have a beer. Bob: Same. But do you think I could get a glass of water as well? Waiter: Sure thing. *walks away* Bob: *tilts head, smiles* Isn't he a dish. Scott: *smirks* I thought you were married now. Bob: Doesn't mean I can't look. Hey, I saw that photoshoot you and Lori did. Very nice. *smiles* I didn't know you were a model extraordinaire. Scott: It was more about Lori than me. Bob: She's a beautiful woman. Scott: That she is. *flips page* Bob: Maybe that's what she should be doing. Scott: It's not really her thing. She'd rather run the company, not pose for it. Bob: She's perfect for you, then. Scott: *nods* Bob: Uh oh, you don't seem convinced. Scott: I've been thinking a lot about Anni lately. I mean, it's not that I don't love Lori, it's just... Bob: You also love Anni. Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Maybe. I don't know what to do. I know it's wrong and...well, I can't exactly say I was raised to believe that but I love my family and they're the ones I want to be with. Anni has her own life, too. Bob: Have you told her any of this? Scott: I feel like if I tell her, it's all going to change and we'll lose everything. Bob: You think she'd leave her husband for you? Scott: The way she was talking about her fantasy life with me, I don't know what to think. And what's worse is I didn't think it was such a bad idea. *lowers head* Lori and I had been unhappy with each other for a while...but we started to mend things, y'know? Bob: And now you've still got feelings for another woman looming over your head. Scott: Exactly. Bob: Does Lori know about this? Scott: She knows I had a brief relationship with her when we broke up. *sighs, rubs eyes* But Lori and I were still technically married. I feel awful about it. Bob: I have a feeling Lori will continue to love you, whether your actions were right or wrong. Scott: You're probably thinking about Tom. He could go on a murder spree and she'd still be in his corner. Bob: Some women love dangerous men. Scott: That's not helping. Bob: *smirks* You'll work it out, Scott. You two have been through a lot together, this is just another speed bump. Scott: I hope you're right. Bob: Of course I'm right. How do you think I became CEO? Scott: *smiles* TBC................................