CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

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APL Financial, elevator, 8am

Lori: You promise we're only stopping in for a minute? Because the last time
you said that, I sat in your cubicle for an hour and a half while you made a
bazillion photocopies.

Scott: I can't help that I get pulled into meetings.

Elevator doors open

Bob: *smiles* Scott. Lori, what a surprise. *walks in* Heading upstairs?

Scott: Yeah.

Lori: Only for a minute. *rolls eyes* Sure.

Bob: *presses button*

Elevator doors close

Bob: Where are you heading afterward?

Lori: Scott lost my wedding ring down the toilet so he's buying me a new
one.

Bob: *looks at Scott*

Scott: ...It was sitting on the counter, I didn't mean t-

Lori: You flushed, Scott.

Scott: I was using the toilet.

Lori: So not only did you drop my wedding ring into the toilet while I was in
the shower, you pissed on it too.

Scott: It was an accident.

Lori: Y-

Elevator shakes, stops

Scott: *looks up at ceiling*

Bob: *looks around*

Lori: ...What was that?

Bob: Huh. I think we've stopped.

Scott: No kidding. *presses emergency button*

Lori: *looks at watch*

Scott: Nobody's responding.

Bob: Give it a minute, Scotty. Security doesn't even get here until 9.

Scott: *looks at Bob*

Bob: They don't have enough staff to start at 8.

Scott: *blinks* This building is unprotected for one hour a day.

Bob: We have cameras.

Scott: *frowns*

Bob: It'll be a bit of a wait.

Lori: I'm not waiting. Someone give me a boost.

Scott: Why?

Lori: I'm climbing out.

Scott: No no no. We're staying right here.

Lori: Scott, this is a bad enough cliché as it is. I'm not going to sit here
in a vertical coffin for an hour. *jumps up, grabs onto ceiling*

Scott: *pulls Lori down*

Lori: AH!

Scott: You're not going anywhere.

Bob: Do any of you have a cellphone?

Lori: Mine's in the car.

Scott: I thought it was in your purse.

Lori: My purse is in the car.

Scott: Great.

Lori: *crosses arms* Well this is awesome. I'm stuck in an elevator with two men I've slept with. *slides down wall, sits*

Scott: *looks at Bob*

Bob: ...Oh yeah.

Scott: *shakes head* Maybe I'll try the emergency phone. *picks up phone*

Box falls off wall

Scott: *looks down at floor*

Lori: That's helpful.

20 minutes later

Lori: *staring at nails*

Scott: *takes off tie*

Bob: *staring at Scott*

Lori: *looks at Bob*

Bob: *sighs, looks down at floor*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *folds tie*

Lori: *looks at Bob*

Bob: *scratches head*

Lori: *smirks*

Lights flicker

Scott: *slides closer to Lori*

Lori: *looks at Scott* You okay?

Scott: Yup.

Lori: *takes Scott's hand*

Scott: *grips Lori's hand*

Lori: *winces*

Bob: You know what would be a good addition to office buildings? Parachutes.

Scott: *lifts eyes* Parachutes.

Bob: Yeah. You never know when they might come in handy.

Scott: Do you know how unreliable parachutes would be in a 50-storey building?

Bob: About twice as reliable as no parachutes.

Scott: Do not install parachutes.

Lori: How about hot air balloons on the roof?

Bob: *smiles* Hey, now you're thinking.

Scott: You're both insane.

Lori: Was Albert Edison insane when he invented the apple?

Scott: ...What?

Bob: It's the 21st century, Scotty. We need to be innovative.

Lori: We totally got jipped, too. Where are the flying cars I was promised?

Bob: Don't forget spaceships.

Lori: And automated houses. I want my house to clean for me.

Scott: Why don't you just hire a maid?

Lori: Because maids are usually female and I don't want to have to keep an eye on her and YOU.

Scott: You do realize that when I was seeing Anni, we were separated. In fact, we're still separated.

Lori: So? We're not divorced.

Scott: Do you really want to get into who's been the most faithful out of the two of us?

Lori: No.

Scott: *runs hand through hair*

Lori: How come you haven't greyed yet? Tom has grey hairs.

Scott: Tom's older than me.

Lori: Hogwash.

Scott: Alright, I use a few products.

Lori: *smiles* How adorable.

Bob: Weren't you two just having a fight?

Lori: Yep.

Bob: See, this is why you guys are meant to be.

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

Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*

Bob: *lowers eyes*

40 minutes later

Lori: *lifts hand* I want diamonds. Big diamonds.

Scott: I thought you didn't like diamonds.

Lori: No, I don't like gold. *smiles* I want a silver band.

Scott: *nods slowly* I know a place.

Lori: *looks at Scott* You do?

Scott: You let me worry about it.

Lori: *smiles* You're taking me to New York.

Scott: *places finger on Lori's lips* Shh, don't ruin it for yourself.

Lori: Rawr! *bites Scott's finger*

Scott: Ow. *pulls hand back*

Elevator doors open

Bob: WE'RE FREE! *stands, runs*

Scott: *stands*

Lori: *stands* Well that was entertaining. Let's not do that again.

Lobby

Scott: *walking*

Lori: *following* You know, Bob has the hots for you.

Scott: *looks at Lori* What?

Lori: He was totally making eyes at you.

Scott: *stops walking* Bob's my boss and one of my best friends. I'm sure that's all you were seeing.

Lori: No, sweetie. Every man has the same 'I wanna do you' look.

Scott: That's impossible.

Lori: You gave me that look 1024 times while we were at the treatment center.

Scott: No, I mean about Bob. Wait, 1024?

Lori: Mhm.

Scott: *shakes head* Bob doesn't feel that way about me.

Lori: How do you know?

Scott: It's Bob.

Lori: You're the only person who's stuck by him through everything. And he's done the same for you. Is it so strange to expect that he's fallen in love with you?

Scott: *lifts hand* He is not in love with me. *walks away*

Lori: *follows* Yes he is.

Scott: No he's not.

Lori: I would have never pegged you for a homophobe.

Scott: I'm not homophobic. I just think you're reading into this a little too much.

Lori: I've been right about guys since I was 8.

Scott: Maybe you're losing your edge.

Lori: HA!

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: I can read any man.

Scott: Alright, what am I thinking right now? *steps outside*

Lori: I'm not a mind reader, I'm a body language expert.

Scott: Oh so you're an expert now. Where are your credentials?

Lori: I left them in Colombia.

Scott: Cute.

Biscayne Park, house

Tom: *rubs temples*

Tayla: *clapping hands with music*

Anni: *walks over* How's the video?

Tom: If I have to hear a song about Maggie the Magpie one more time...

Anni: *smiles*

Tom: *stands, walks around couch* Thought you were working today.

Anni: Nah, I took the day. I have a bunch of vacation days that I need to use up before the year's over.

Tom: *wraps arms around Anni's waist* So we're both off.

Anni: *smiles* Yes we are. *kisses Tom*

Tom: *smirks*

Anni: Any ideas?

Tom: I have a few, but we'll need to get rid of our offspring.

Anni: *laughs* I don't think that's happening.

Tom: It's not like Lori can't babysit.

Anni: I actually just got off the phone with Scott. He's dropping off Steph and Dom.

Tom: *frowns* Why.

Anni: He's taking Lori to New York to buy jewelry or something.

Tom: That's not fair. I want to have one day where I get to do something fun and extravagant.

Anni: Scott's paying us.

Tom: It had better be a shitload of money.

Doorbell rings

Anni: Put on a brave face. It'll be a long night. *walks away*

Tom: *drops head*

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

 

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New York, Tiffany Co., 7pm

Lori: *smiling* Oh my goodness, look at all the shiny things. I'm goin' blind.

Scott: *takes Lori's hand* This way.

Lori: *points into case* There's so many zeros.

Guy: *walks over* How are we doing this evening?

Lori: *lifts head* Everything here is so pretty.

Guy: Are you looking for anything in particular?

Lori: Wedding ring.

Guy: Ooh, congratulations.

Scott: Actually, we're al-

Lori: *punches Scott's gut* DON'T RUIN THE FANTASY!

Scott: Ow.

Lori: I would like to see your biggest diamonds.

Guy: *looks at Scott* Mister Finch?

Scott: *nods*

Guy: *walks away*

Lori: *twirls around* He knows you?

Scott: He knows my family.

Lori: This is so exciting. *turns around, runs*

Scott: *sigh*

Biscayne Park, house, 8pm

Tayla: *giggling, running*

Anni: *runs, swings Tayla into arms* Come here, you!

Tayla: Got me!

Anni: That's right!

Tom: *looks over*

Tayla: *shakes head* Not tired.

Anni: Too bad. *kisses Tayla's cheek* Sleepy time.

Tayla: *smiling, wipes cheek*

Anni: *walks away*

Tom: *staring down hallway*

Steph: Tommy, the cookies are burning.

Tom: What? Oh. *opens oven*

Steph: *climbs into chair*

Tom: *places tray onto counter*

Dominick: *slamming spoons on table*

Steph: Dommy, stop it. *slaps Dominick's hand*

Dominick: *screeches*

Steph: Shush.

Dominick: *shoves Steph*

Steph: ACK! *falls off chair*

Tom: *lifts Dominick by the collar*

Dominick: *kicking legs*

Tom: No cookies for you. Bed time.

Dominick: NO!

Tom: You shouldn't have pushed her off the chair. *walks away*

Steph: *takes cookie*

Bedroom, 11pm

Anni: *climbs into bed* Steph's sure growing up, huh.

Tom: Yeah. You know, I only ever seem to be Lori's friend when she needs a babysitter.

Anni: She appreciates you.

Tom: She appreciates the convenience. But I bet if I was rich and attractive, she'd stop treating me like a dish rag.

Anni: You are attractive.

Tom: I'm old.

Anni: Lori was always too young for you anyway and eventually her boobs will drop to the floor just like everyone else.

Tom: *nods slowly*

Anni: Feel better?

Tom: No.

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

Tom: *kisses Anni*

Anni: *pushes Tom's chest* Night. *lies down*

Tom: *stares blankly*

Miami Lab, Trace Lab, 10:36am

Speed: *staring through microscope*

Tom: *walks in* Hey.

Speed: *lifts head* You talk to Katie?

Tom: Yeah, she said it'll take another couple of hours to track down your suspect through the online dating thing. *walks around table* Have you ever tried that?

Speed: What, online dating?

Tom: Yeah.

Speed: No. It's ridiculous.

Tom: *sits in chair, grabs folder* Some people seem to be able to find someone. Why's it any different than a bar?

Speed: You can be whoever you want online. It's fake.

Tom: You can portray anything you want at a bar. People are reasonably good actors when they want to be. *opens folder*

Speed: Maybe that's how Katie catches men.

Tom: *looks at Speed*

Speed: She only pretends to be sane for the first year.

Tom: *smirks*

Speed: You're lucky you have Anni.

Tom: Yeah, when she's paying attention to me and not the kids.

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *fiddles with paper*

Speed: *looks back at microscope*

Tom: Any suggestions?

Speed: No.

Tom: She was your wife.

Speed: And now she isn't.

Tom: Look, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable but a guy has needs.

Speed: Women like to talk. You should do that with her.

Tom: You've known her longer. What exactly, y'know, gets her going?

Speed: I don't know. I didn't have to do anything.

Tom: *stares blankly* How tragic.

Speed: Just watch commercials. Apparently women love men who grease themselves up with salad dressing.

Tom: *lifts brow*

Speed: And men who use certain hair products.

Tom: So you're saying I have to grease myself up and wash myself off in order to get some.

Speed: I think so.

Tom: ...What the hell is wrong with you? I'm trying to talk to Tim Speedle, not Horatio Caine. *stands, walks away*

Speed: *blinks*

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

 

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Miami Lab, Office, 11am

Horatio: *writing*

Speed: *walks in, shuts door*

Horatio: *lifts head* Speed. What can I do for you?

Speed: When's the last time everyone got out of the lab for some R&R?

Horatio: Maybe a year.

Speed: I think we should take a road trip.

Horatio: ...You've never volunteered for a road trip. We've had to drag you to every one.

Speed: It might be nice for everyone to get out.

Horatio: I agree. Go to the trailer yard with Katie and grab the Hummerhome.

Speed: *nods, walks away*

Highway

Katie: *bouncing in seat* I'M SO EXCITED!

Speed: *staring at road*

Katie: He really let you take a Hummer off the lot? WOW!

Speed: Remember when we used to be two interesting people? What happened to us?

Katie: I don't know about you but I'm still interesting.

Speed: ...You jumped off a balcony.

Katie: Allegedly.

Speed: *rolls eyes*

Trailer yard

Speed: Well, there it is. The Hummerhome.

Katie: It looks...old.

Speed: We used to have a lot of fun, right?

Katie: Sure. *smiles* Remember the time we played hide-and-seek in the dark and you and I shared a space inside the closet?

Speed: ...I hope this was after Sniffles' demise. Otherwise that closet would have been radioactive.

Katie: *laughs*

Speed: *smirks*

Katie: There are 3 Hummerhomes sitting out there.

Speed: Right, the first one is the original. It was pulled out of the Atlantic.

Katie: *opens door* I have to see it. *runs*

Inside Hummerhome

Katie: *runs in, stops*

Speed: *steps in*

Katie: Wow. It's about as dirty and rusted as we left it. *smiles*

Speed: I wonder if Eric's room still has that...smell.

Katie: *runs down hallway*

Speed: *follows*

Katie: *looks into room* Oh my. Remember this room? Anni and I used to share it when we first got here. We'd talk about you ALL the time.

Speed: I know, I heard most of it.

Katie: *looks at Speed*

Speed: *winks, walks away*

Katie: *smirks*

End of hall

Katie: *opens closet* It's still green.

Speed: I think that might be the algae.

Katie: Horatio needs to get rid of this thing.

Speed: He likes to hold onto everything. Why do you think his shades have lasted so long?

Katie: You know what's creepy?

Speed: Everything about this place is creepy.

Katie: ...We conceived Riley here.

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *looks around*

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie's waist*

Katie: *lies head on Speed's chest* There was a lot of love and a lot of laughs here.

Speed: *kisses Katie's head*

Katie: *wraps arms around Speed*

Inside Hummer, side of highway

Speed: So we'll get some new tires for the Hummerhome--the newer one and drive it out tomorrow.

Katie: Great. Now what?

Speed: *writing on paper* Just have to sign the lot release forms so I can drive it out.

Katie: Horatio's trusting you with it.

Speed: Yeah.

Katie: *climbs into backseat*

Speed: *looks back* What are you doing?

Katie: Helping. *flips feet in the air*

Speed: *leans back*

Katie: There's a tire iron back here, I saw it. *fiddling under seat*

Speed: Katie, the Hummerhome has one. Y-

Katie: Hey, you got a flashlight?

Speed: Yes, but-

Katie: Help me out.

Speed: I thought you were helping ME.

Katie: Get the flashlight.

Speed: *sigh*

Backseat of Hummer

Katie: Point it over here.

Speed: I am.

Katie: No you're not, you're waving it that way.

Speed: You're not paying attention.

Katie: Yes I am. I might be old but my eyes are still good now point the damned thing over here before I chop it from your fingers.

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *looks at Speed*

Speed: Yes dear. *points flashlight*

Katie: Thank you.

Speed: We really don't need another one.

Katie: *picks up tire iron* FOUND IT!

Speed: *lifts arm* You mind not swinging that thing?

Katie: Oops.

Speed: *takes tire iron* It's great that you want to help. But in your condition, you shouldn't be doing heavy work.

Katie: Oh I don't want to take the tires off. That's your problem.

Speed: *nods*

Katie: *leans back on seat* I guess Tom and Anni are sharing the master bedroom.

Speed: They're the only married couple.

Katie: Do NOT stick me in a room with Horatio. That man has a seriously creepy collection of night caps.

Speed: We could share a room.

Katie: Huh. Never thought of that.

Speed: It'll be fun.

Katie: Yeah I guess we can gossip...right?

Speed: Why do you need to gossip?

Katie: That's what goes on at slumber parties.

Speed: I'm your replacement for Anni.

Katie: ...Is that bad?

Speed: No. But I'm not a woman so I won't gossip about guys with you.

Katie: How about girls? *smiles* You must have your eye on someone.

Speed: I'm not much for browsing anymore.

Katie: Might make you more interesting.

Speed: *looks at Katie* I wouldn't know where to start.

Katie: Just start checking out hot women, it's easy. *pulls off shirt* There, now stare.

Speed: *looks down at lap*

Katie: No. You're doing it wrong.

Speed: Put your shirt back on. We have to go. *climbs into front seat*

Katie: Nuts.

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

 

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A short one...

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Gables Estates, house, 9:40am next day

Lori: *opens door* Hey, come on in. *backs up, fiddles with camera*

Speed: *walks in, shuts door* You have some time?

Lori: Yeah I'm just trying to fix this camera for my course. I don't understand why the film keeps coming out stretched.

Speed: Oh, that's a problem with your winding sprocket. If the camera's over 5 years old, they start to wear out. I know a guy.

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Speed: *takes camera* Where'd you get it?

Lori: Scott had it in an old box upstairs.

Speed: It's nice. He has good taste.

Lori: What do you need?

Speed: We're leaving on a road trip tomorrow and-

Lori: Do NOT offer any illegitimate children for me to babysit or I'll hurt you.

Speed: No, I just wanted to ask you about Katie.

Lori: *walks down foyer* What about her?

Speed: *follows* I think she's sending me...signals.

Lori: What, like the bat signal?

Speed: I think she's in love with me.

Lori: *laughs* What else is new?

Speed: What do I do?

Lori: What you always do. Sleep with other women.

Speed: She climbed into my backseat.

Lori: ...Did she strip?

Speed: She took off her shirt.

Lori: Well there you go. She's insane.

Speed: ...She looked good.

Lori: *grabs camera back* And that's exactly how she conned you the first time.

Speed: It just seems like she's putting an effort back into herself. Maybe she's trying to change.

Lori: Yeah right.

Speed: You changed.

Lori: I didn't change. I just reserve my psychotic tendencies for the stripper pole in my bedroom.

Speed: That's something I didn't need to know.

Lori: Look, if you love Mom and she loves you...go for it.

Speed: *blinks* Really?

Lori: It might be toxic and there's some bad history but...it's been a long time. If you both can handle each other and not drive the other insane, don't let anyone else stop you.

Speed: She does drive me insane. That's what I like about her.

Lori: *smiles* There you go.

Speed: We should be back in a few weeks. We're going to Georgia.

Lori: *nods*

Speed: *steps closer, wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *lifts brow*

Speed: Love you.

Lori: ...Love you too, Dad.

Speed: *hugs tighter*

Lori: *winces* The last time you hugged me this hard, I was 5. What's up?

Speed: *leans back* Nothing.

Lori: *narrows eyes*

Speed: I'm in a good mood.

Lori: I see.

Speed: *steps back* Make sure Dominick doesn't set Brook on fire.

Lori: *frowns* Brook will be fine.

Speed: If you have any problems, you have my number. Wait, do you have my pager number?

Lori: Would you stop worrying? It's not like Scott won't be here if I have a problem--which I won't.

Speed: Right, I knew that.

Lori: Go have fun with Mom and the gang.

Speed: *nods*

Lori: *waves hands* Shoo!

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

 

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Miami, Apartment, 7pm

Katie: *dumps clothes into suitcase*

Speed: *walks over* Almost done packing?

Katie: *smiles* Almost. *turns around* Just have to find my lucky hair bands and I'm good to go.

Speed: *smirks*

Katie: You done packing?

Speed: Mostly. I don't think I could fit you in my suitcase.

Katie: *smiles*

Speed: You hungry? I think there's some leftover Chinese.

Katie: Sure.

Kitchen

Katie: *opens fridge* You got anything to drink?

Speed: Soda water, regular water...

Katie: *turns around* Not a beer in sight, huh.

Speed: Sorry, it just doesn't have the greatest appeal to me anymore.

Katie: I can tell this road trip's going to go swimmingly without alcohol.

Speed: Ah, you don't need alcohol to have a good time. Just good friends and good food.

Katie: Do you have any wine?

Speed: No.

Katie: It's our last night here for 3 weeks. Our first road trip in...2 years.

Speed: We can make a toast with soda water.

Katie: *frowns*

Speed: *steps closer* You don't need it, Katie.

Katie: *lifts eyes*

Speed: It's not your friend. Look what happened the last time you had a few too many.

Katie: ...It's all I have.

Speed: You have me.

Katie: *lowers head*

Speed: *leans forward, kisses Katie's cheek*

Katie: *closes eyes*

Speed: *kisses Katie*

Katie: *backs into fridge*

Speed: *lifts head* What's wrong?

Katie: Is this some kind of joke?

Speed: ...No.

Katie: You haven't been this close to me in 4 years. And now suddenly we're chummy.

Speed: I guess I figured we were connecting.

Katie: You swore you were done with me.

Speed: Yeah and you were done with me hundreds of times. What's the problem?

Katie: I don't know about you but I'm fed up with being disappointed with my life and my relationships. I know we'll just end up hating each other again.

Speed: Or we could end up being really happy.

Katie: *scoffs* Right.

Speed: We're back where we started. We're both clean and we have the rest of our lives ahead of us.

Katie: Except you're still tied at the hip to Anni forever.

Speed: Why?

Katie: Brook.

Speed: Anni and I are friends. That's all we'll ever be at this point.

Katie: Do you regret having Brook?

Speed: No.

Katie: Well I don't want to be with a guy who has a kid.

Speed: ...Katie, we have two children of our own.

Katie: They're not little, Tim.

Speed: So...you don't want to see where this takes us because you don't like Brook. A child I only have in my care 2 days out of the week.

Katie: Wow, you only get 2 days?

Speed: The point is, you're jealous.

Katie: *gasp* I am NOT jealous.

Speed: *crosses arms* Now I get it.

Katie: Get what?

Speed: Why our kids kept mysteriously dying or disappearing. You need all the attention for yourself.

Katie: *steps forward* If I wanted your attention, I wouldn't have stepped out on you 47 times.

Speed: Just 47?

Katie: Give or take a few hundred.

Speed: Cute.

Katie: This is stupid. The only thing I've ever wanted was for you to love me. Y'know, like the way Tom loves Anni. That true love stuff. *looks down at floor* I never see them fight.

Speed: Tom's Buddhist and Anni doesn't like confrontation.

Katie: So it's the luck of the draw.

Speed: Yeah.

Katie: And it's luck that Scott and Lori don't fight. I don't even think Scott gets mad.

Speed: Um...no, I'm pretty sure Scott and Lori fight. It just so happens that Scott's like a panther in a cage and Lori's smart enough not to jab it with a stick.

Katie: *walks over to couch, sits*

Speed: *sits*

Katie: *grabs Speed's hand*

Speed: *smirks*

Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 11pm

Lori: *ruffles Dominick's hair* Good story?

Dominick: *smiles, nods*

Lori: Next week, we'll find out whether the Colombian drug runner's heroin balloons popped.

Dominick: Momma, what's heroin?

Lori: Uh...

Scott: *steps into doorway*

Lori: It's bad.

Dominick: Why?

Lori: It's a poison that hides as candy.

Dominick: *furrows brows* Then how do you know it's bad?

Lori: You know how you eat too much candy and you get a stomach ache?

Dominick: Yup.

Lori: But you keep eating the candy later. Why?

Dominick: It's yummy.

Lori: Exactly.

Dominick: Drugs are yummy.

Lori: Drugs are bad.

Dominick: *scratches head*

Lori: Anyway, it's time for bed. *leans over, kisses Dominick's forehead*

Dominick: Does the hooker live?

Lori: You'll have to find out tomorrow.

Master bedroom

Lori: *unbuttons shirt*

Scott: ...You're telling him bedtime stories about hookers and drug runners.

Lori: He wanted me to make one up instead of reading the same old ones.

Scott: What happened to dragons and heroes?

Lori: ...I don't know any stories with dragons and heroes.

Scott: You really think the subject-matter you brought up is really appropriate for a 5-year old?

Lori: I had to face it when I was 5.

Scott: He doesn't have to.

Lori: What's your problem? It's just a story.

Scott: *lifts hand* I draw the line at hookers.

Lori: *narrows eyes* That's reality, Scott. He's going to learn all this stuff eventually, it may as well be from his mother.

Scott: *crosses arms*

Lori: Oh come on, you want him turning out like you?

Scott: What's that supposed to mean?

Lori: I had to teach you everything about life.

Scott: *starts to laugh*

Lori: You find that funny? Because it was taxing for yours truly.

Scott: My dear, your ego is as large as my bank account. If I recall correctly, I had to teach you how to do your taxes, cook your meals and do the laundry.

Lori: That's the small stuff. I taught you how to love. *smiles*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori's waist* Right.

Lori: *places hands on Scott's cheeks* Now you're so cute. *pats Scott's cheeks*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...And manly.

Scott: *kisses Lori's nose* Thank you. *crawls into bed*

Lori: *jumps into bed* What do you want to do?

Scott: Sleep.

Lori: That's not fun. *slaps Scott in the face with pillow*

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Goodnight, Lori.

Lori: *bounces up and down* I'm not tired. Let's play Uno.

Scott: Let's not.

Lori: *grabs Scott's hair* I have this really awesome french maid uniform in my closet.

Scott: Maybe you should take some of Dominick's medication.

Lori: *crawls into Scott's lap* Let's play truth or dare. *lifts hand* OH OH! I PICK DARE!

Scott: I dare you to get 8 hours of sleep.

Lori: *smiles* Clever man.

Scott: Tired man. Man need sleep in cave.

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *rolls Lori over* See you in the morning.

Lori: *sigh* We need to coordinate our sleeping schedules.

Scott: Agreed.

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