Road Trip - CSI:Miami - "Crazy Eights"

Lilly, I'm glad you recieved a good mark on your Wubba Monster creation. :lol:

Time jump!

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Miami Lab, two months later

Horatio: *fiddling with shades*

Stetler: *walks over* You called.

Horatio: You arrested my CSI.

Stetler: 10 kilos of cocaine was stolen from evidence lockup.

Horatio: Funny how Internal Affairs can only point their fingers in one direction when this happens and it's never an outside source.

Stetler: You can think of civilians who have stolen evidence from a locked room?

Horatio: Actually I can.

Stetler: Your CSI Delko already confessed.

Horatio: You know as well as I do that he didn't do this.

Stetler: Exactly. His wife Jessica and the ex-con Colton did. They make quite a team and your CSI is covering for them both.

Horatio: That's a wide assumption.

Stetler: Night shift's running the prints on the boxes.

Horatio: *nods* Okay.

Stetler: I'm going to warn you right now that anything you do to compromise the case is going to land you in the same situation.

Horatio: Duely noted Rick.

Fingerprint lab

Calleigh: *walks in*

Avery: *typing*

Calleigh: *smiles* Hi.

Avery: *rolls eyes*

Calleigh: I just came in here to drop off some prints for my own case.

Avery: Uh huh.

Calleigh: So what are you workin' on?

Avery: You know that already.

Calleigh: Can't blame a girl for bein' curious.

Avery: You aren't supposed to be in here.

Calleigh: Is that Eric Delko's prints?

Avery: *sigh*

Calleigh: Were his prints found on the boxes?

Avery: The guy didn't wear gloves.

Calleigh: ...That's not like him.

Avery: He was stealing drugs I doubt he was concerned with lab protocol.

Calleigh: No, this is weird. It means he intentionally touched the boxes otherwise he would have worn gloves.

Avery: How would you know?

Calleigh: If you're going to steal something, you don't want to be caught.

Avery: You're still not supposed to be here.

Calleigh: Are you going to hand your findings over to Stetler?

Avery: I have to.

Calleigh: Hold off for an hour.

Avery: *frowns*

Calleigh: It's all I ask.

Avery: ...Fine. I have some more unknowns to match.

Calleigh: There were unknowns? You didn't run them through employee records?

Avery: That's the first thing I did.

Calleigh: So whoever touched the boxes doesn't work here. There's an outside source.

Avery: Actually Jessica and Colton haven't been logged into the system for employees so it's normal.

Calleigh: *sigh* Okay. Just hold off for an hour alright?

Avery: Sure.

Calleigh: Thank you. *leaves*

Avery: *grabs folder*

Trace Lab

Calleigh: *walks in* Please, tell me you have something.

Speed: I could get fired for this.

Calleigh: I'll buy you dinner.

Speed: I'm not going to be able to eat that dinner if I'm in a holding cell.

Calleigh: Tim...

Speed: *points to scope* Check it out.

Calleigh: *looks through scope* What is it?

Speed: It's neoprene. It's the stuff uh...Divers use on their gloves.

Calleigh: *stands up straight* Eric.

Speed: Yeah but it's weird. It was found inside the empty box, even though there were three sets of prints found on it.

Calleigh: Avery confirmed that Eric's prints were on it.

Speed: So that means he would have had to of taken off the gloves after coming back from his canal crime scene and touched the boxes on purpose.

Calleigh: He implicated himself.

Speed: Except I can't present my findings or I'm fired.

Calleigh: Josh?

Speed: After he and Carly split, he went back up to New York with the kids.

Calleigh: There has to be another way to prove he didn't steal the drugs without getting ourselves fired.

Speed: Unfortunately there isn't.

Lockup

Horatio: *staring through glass*

Stetler: *walks over* I recieved tox reports back on Jessica, Delko and Colton.

Horatio: And.

Stetler: Colton's negative, Delko's negative and Jessica is positive.

Horatio: That doesn't make sense.

Stetler: Yeah why sample the merchandise?

Horatio: That's not what I mean. How much was in her system?

Stetler: It indicates large amounts over a period of approximately five days.

Horatio: When was the cocaine stolen?

Stetler: Two days ago.

Horatio: She was working a case with Colton five days ago.

Stetler: So?

Horatio: I need to talk to him.

Stetler: IAB will talk to him.

Horatio: How about you supervise.

Stetler: ...Okay.

Interview room

Horatio: Colton.

Colton: *frowning*

Horatio: Did you steal the cocaine?

Colton: No, I did not.

Horatio: Here's why I ask. I think Jess was dosed three days before the actual cocaine was stolen. Now the only one who would have had access to her food or drinks was you and Eric.

Colton: So why aren't you talking to Eric?

Horatio: Because I'm speaking to you.

Colton: ...

Horatio: You still have a grudge against this lab, don't you?

Colton: *shrugs*

Horatio: Okay, this *places down folder* Is your rap sheet.

Colton: So?

Horatio: Poisoning, attempted murder, escape from a federal prison and kidnapping in the second degree. Those are some serious crimes.

Colton: I did my time.

Horatio: Yes you did. You did do your time but here's where this is different. You have motive.

Colton: Yeah? What motive?

Horatio: You're in love with Jess.

Colton: This is rediculous.

Horatio: You couldn't have her and she didn't want you. So you poisoned her like the experienced felon that you are and you knew that Eric would cover your tracks to save his wife. Now we found three sets of prints. Is one of them going to be yours?

Colton: *looks down at table*

Horatio: *frowning*

Halls

Calleigh: *walks out of Trace lab with folder* Hey Eric.

Delko: *turns around* Hey.

Calleigh: I thought you'd be home by now.

Delko: IAB wants to talk to me.

Calleigh: Oh are you late?

Delko: I have ten minutes.

Calleigh: Tim found neoprene inside the box where the cocaine was taken from.

Delko: ...And?

Calleigh: Are you covering for Jess?

Delko: ...I promised myself I wouldn't whether she was guilty or innocent. But she's my wife and I love her.

Calleigh: I understand.

Delko: Do you think Colton would set her up?

Calleigh: It doesn't matter what I think.

Delko: You know him better than anyone else.

Calleigh: Oh I wouldn't say that. We haven't spoken in over a week.

Delko: Any reason for that?

Calleigh: He was just distant and distracted....*sigh*

Delko: I guess he had an agenda. He didn't want to actually help us solve cases.

Calleigh: You think you know someone.

Speed: *walks over* Once a criminal, always a criminal.

Calleigh: You have something?

Speed: I took a peek at the fingerprint files while Miss Priss was in the ladies room. Colton's prints were found on the box.

Calleigh: So he stole the cocaine.

Speed: I don't know but at least his prints put him there. Tyler's checking out video surveillance now.

Delko: I can't believe we trusted an ex-con.

Speed: Well some people change, others don't.

Delko: *nods* I have to go see IAB. Wish me luck.

Calleigh: *smirks* Break a leg.

Delko: Thanks. *walks away*

Speed: Poor guy.

Calleigh: Yeah. All to save his wife.

Speed: It's too bad IAB won't see it that way.

Calleigh: He could be fired.

Speed: *nods*

Calleigh: I wish there was something we could do to help.

Speed: There isn't.

Calleigh: It's just...I feel awful. We're his friends and we can't do a thing to help him and he might be fired or worse.

Speed: Cal, he'll get through it.

Calleigh: *nods* I know.

Speed: *hugs Calleigh*

Calleigh: *sigh*

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

 

Poor Eric. I hope he'll be okay

And Josh left and took the kids with him? Poor Carly! *huggles*

Great work Geni

 

*huggles Hannah*

*************

Miami Lab, Layout room

Ryan: Okay what are we looking at?

Calleigh: Evidence from the evidence lockup room.

Ryan: ...Yeah I know that I meant why are we looking at it.

Calleigh: I need to see it for myself.

Ryan: Is that why you dragged me down here?

Calleigh: *smiles* You're going to help me.

Ryan: How?

Calleigh: Well I'm supposed to be hands off and if IAB finds out I touched this evidence I'll be fired.

Ryan: What about me?

Calleigh: You're fine.

Ryan: ...I don't want to get fired.

Calleigh: Oh you won't. I just need you to take some photographs and put the boxes back real quick before someone finds out.

Ryan: You stole it?

Calleigh: Borrowed.

Ryan: Doesn't borrow imply someone gave you permission?

Calleigh: *smiling* People say.

Ryan: *sigh* Okay, fine. *grabs camera*

Calleigh: Thank you.

Ryan: Anytime. *snaps pictures*

Calleigh: *taps fingers on table*

Ryan: *snapping photos*

Calleigh: *taps fingers faster*

Ryan: *peers over from camera*

Calleigh: *bites nails*

Ryan: *takes pictures*

Calleigh: *taps foot on floor*

Ryan: *lowers camera* Um, am I going too slowly for you or something?

Calleigh: What?

Ryan: You're...Making noise.

Calleigh: Oh you wanted me to stop?

Ryan: That would be great.

Calleigh: No problem. You won't even know I'm here.

Ryan: Great. *snaps pictures*

Calleigh: *whistles*

Ryan: *stares blankly*

Calleigh: *opens a piece of gum*

Ryan: *frowns*

Calleigh: *crinkles paper*

Ryan: *grabs gum* Okay I know you're here.

Calleigh: That was my gum.

Ryan: It's mine until you stop making noise.

Calleigh: ...Okay.

Ryan: *puts gum on table*

Calleigh: *grabs gum*

Ryan: *snaps photos*

Calleigh: *blows a bubble, it pops*

Ryan: Okay Calleigh I think you need to do something productive with your time like go for a walk or....Look at some bullets.

Calleigh: *frowns* What are you insinuating?

Ryan: That you're the ballistics technitian and you should be doing something that involves ballistics.

Calleigh: What's that?

Ryan: That's the sound of my irritation.

Calleigh: No. *stands* What's that, in the box?

Ryan: *looks in box*

Calleigh: *stares at Ryan* Looks like a dark brown hair.

Ryan: *grabs tweezers, picks up hair* It's human, long, skin tag is still attached.

Calleigh: So we can find out who it came from. Oh great! *grabs tweezers* Thanks Ryan.

Ryan: Whoa, hold on. What are you doing?

Calleigh: I'm takin' this to DNA.

Ryan: No. You're taking this *hands over boxes* back to evidence lockup.

Calleigh: ....I was going to put it back.

Ryan: *extends hand*

Calleigh: *gives tweezers*

Ryan: Thank you.

Calleigh: *leaves*

Ryan: *shakes head*

Horatio: *walks in* Mister Wolfe.

Ryan: H.

Horatio: What do we have here?

Ryan: A stray hair found near the crime scene.

Horatio: Near the crime scene...

Ryan: Actually...Calleigh gave me the boxes.

Horatio: She did.

Ryan: Yeah. But she didn't touch anything.

Horatio: She touched the boxes.

Ryan: ...

Horatio: *stares at Ryan*

Ryan: ...Uh...Am I in trouble?

Horatio: That remains to be seen. IAB has a keen eye on the lab right now so we can't afford any slip-ups.

Ryan: I swear she didn't touch anything else.

Horatio: *nods*

Ryan: What about Eric? What's going to happen to him?

Horatio: I was given the choice to either fire him or transfer him.

Ryan: *laughs* You're not going to do any of that, right? I mean you can make some sort of deal with Stetler.

Horatio: ...Unfortunately I can't.

Ryan: So he's fired?

Horatio: Transfered until further notice pending an investigation.

Ryan: So he's getting desk duty somewhere. That isn't any better than being fired.

Horatio: It'll have to do for now.

Ryan: What do you think happened?

Horatio: It's not up to me to speculate.

Ryan: But if you could. I mean, we're CSIs. We say what happened.

Horatio: No. We interpret the evidence. I don't have the luxury of speculating beyond it.

Ryan: What's the evidence saying?

Horatio: It's saying we need to keep working.

Ryan: *nods*

Horatio: *leaves*

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

 

And here it is!

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Trace Lab, Miami

Anni: *runs in* Hey I have a question.

Speed: Go for it and why are you wearing a lab coat?

Anni: I'm still working here until I muster up enough courage to tell Horatio about our little bundle of chaos. Okay question time. I've been looking at some real estate and I was wondering how you felt about an ocean view condo.

Speed: That depends.

Anni: On what?

Speed: On how much money we have.

Anni: I checked the price out for this particular condo. $378,500.

Speed: *blank stare*

Anni: I also checked our bank accounts.

Speed: I'm assuming we don't have that much.

Anni: No BUT you have excellent credit.

Speed: Okay what's in this condo?

Anni: *flips out brochure*

Speed: Of course you have a brochure.

Anni: *flips page* Collins Avenue, Miami Beach, 1030 square foot condo. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, assigned parking space, balcony, patio, sauna, all appliances included, a bonus game room, walk-in closets, formal dining room, air conditioning, cable TV available, and we'll be members of the clubhouse.

Speed: ...Isn't that a sandwhich?

Anni: So what do you think of it!

Speed: I think it's expensive.

Anni: Oh come on Tim I've always wanted an ocean view condo! And there's a sauna!

Speed: We don't have the money for that.

Anni: OH! OH!

Speed: What?

Anni: I almost forgot. *hands over paper*

Speed: *opens paper* ...What the hell is this?

Anni: A cheque. It's from my mom.

Speed: ...It's one million dollars.

Anni: *smiles*

Speed: Did you ask for this?

Anni: No of course not. I just told her about the baby.

Speed: Why?

Anni: She has the right to know. She's my mother.

Speed: So she just handed over a cheque. She thinks we're pour and we can't handle a child?

Anni: No! No that's not why she gave us money. She just wants to help.

Speed: Look I'm sure we'd appreciate it but...We don't need her money.

Anni: We do if we want a bigger place.

Speed: Don't you think we should be able to earn that on our own?

Anni: Horatio doesn't pay you enough. I just thought that if we had the extra help, things would go over more smoothly.

Speed: We don't need help from your parents.

Anni: You mean you don't want help.

Speed: Oh and you do. You think I can't provide for my family?

Anni: No Tim that's not it at all. Like I said, it's just a little easier. And we don't even have to use it all. We can put some of it away.

Speed: I just don't feel comfortable taking money from your parents.

Anni: It's not a big deal.

Speed: It is a big deal.

Anni: I want a bigger home.

Speed: I want to earn it.

Anni: Man, what is your problem? We're being handed money out of good faith to start our life and you want to work even harder?

Speed: I don't think we should take the money.

Anni: *crosses arms* You're satisfied with living in a cramped apartment with no air conditioning and two bedrooms. The kitchen is falling apart, there are rats in the elevators and someone got knifed last week in the hall. I don't want to live there and I'm cashing this cheque whether you like it or not.

Speed: I'll rip it up right now.

Anni: Don't you dare.

Speed: *grabs both sides of cheque*

Anni: Tim, seriously. Don't.

Speed: *rips cheque*

Anni: *looks down at floor*

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: ...Well there you have it. *leaves*

Airport

Horatio: *fiddling with shades*

Delko: *slams bags onto cart* You sure about this H?

Horatio: We'll find out, won't we?

Delko: *nods* So who do you think's setting up Colton and Jess?

Horatio: I think it's still an internal investigation.

Delko: Really.

Horatio: Mhm. I'll let you know my findings. For now I want you to go up state and call me when you get there. *cellphone rings* Excuse me. *lifts phone to ear* Caine...Yes Mister Wolfe...Okay thank you. *closes phone* Eric is seems we have a problem.

Delko: What problem?

Horatio: The hair recovered from the evidence box has a common strand that matches you.

Delko: Alena.

Horatio: Get on the plane, I'll find out what's goin on.

Delko: No, I want to go with you.

Horatio: Get on the plane.

Delko: If my daughter's in danger...

Horatio: Eric.

Delko: Call me.

Horatio: I will.

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

 

Yay for Speed ripping up the check He did the right thing.

Now Alena's involved in all this? What's going on? Don't leave us hanging like this!

 

**********

Orlando, Florida, 10pm

Colton: Hey Eric.

Delko: *stops walking*

Colton: The Cuba thing really sent them off in the land of makebelieve, didn't it?

Delko: You're a smart guy.

Alena: DADDY!

Delko: *turns around*

Colton: If this is going to work...

Delko: I know. You called H about the Cuba thing?

Colton: Yeah he knows.

Alena: Im hungie.

Colton: I'll take her somewhere safe so IAB can't get a hold of her.

Delko: Great.

Colton: Oh but there is one slight problem.

Delko: What?

Colton: The bombs were real. H said it needed to be authentic to get IAB into the snake pit with it.

Delko: *grabs cellphone*

Miami, near holding cell

Horatio: *opens cellphone* Caine.

Delko: H, there's a bomb.

Horatio: What do you mean? Where?

Delko: Colton was just here and he has Alena. He said that there's a bomb in the holding cell. You wanted it to be authentic right? Well unless you want her to die I suggest getting her out of there before IAB finds out the plan to blow the cell.

Horatio: Jess is in here right now.

Delko: I don't know when it's going to blow.

Horatio: *closes phone* Jess.

Jess: *stares at Horatio*

Horatio: I need you to stand up slowly and walk this way.

Jess: *lifts off seat*

Horatio: Stop. Wait. *looks around* Sit back down.

Jess: *sits* What's going on?

Horatio: I'm going to check around the area and I don't want you to get up, okay?

Jess: *nods*

Horatio: *kneels* Have you been sitting here the whole time?

Jess: Yeah I haven't moved.

Horatio: *looks under seat*

Pressure switches are seen

Horatio: Okay here's what I want you to do. I want you to stay right here until I get back, you hear me?

Jess: What's wrong?

Horatio: I don't want you to worry about that right now.

Jess: Is it a bomb?

Horatio: *stands* I'll be right back. Don't move. *leaves*

Jess: *looks around*

Few minutes later

Horatio: *walks in*

Jess: ...What's that?

Horatio: Cutting pliars.

Jess: For what?

Horatio: *kneels*

Jess: Oh my God you're going to blow us up.

Horatio: *puts on latex gloves*

Jess: Yeah I don't think you'll be needing your hands after this.

Horatio: These are pressure plates lined together by a three wires. One of them is the action wire, one of them will deactivate the bomb and the other one is the default wire. That's tech for boom.

Jess: Do you know which one to cut?

Horatio: I might be a little rusty.

Jess: A little rusty! I DON'T THINK SO!

Horatio: Just try to relax.

Jess: You're going to blow my ass to hell. I can't relax.

Horatio: *opens cutters*

Jess: Oh please oh please don't blow up my butt.

Horatio: Okay don't move.

Jess: *closes eyes* Don't blow me up don't blow me up.

Horatio: *places cutters over wire*

Jess: *screams*

Horatio: *looks up*

Jess: Sorry I was just preparing.

Horatio: Here goes.

Jess: Now would be a good time to harness the power of something holy.

Horatio: *snips wire*

Jess: ...

Horatio: ...

Jess: Are we dead? Did I go deaf? Is the explosion happening? I don't feel blown apart.

Horatio: *stands* Stand up slowly.

Jess: What if I blow up?

Horatio: *extends hand* Come on.

Jess: *grabs Horatio's hand* If this blows, you are so fired. *stands*

Horatio: ...

Jess: ...

Horatio: Get out.

Jess: *runs out*

Down the hall

Jess: Whew, I'm glad we got away from th-

BOOM

Jess: *turns around*

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