Sorry I haven't been in here in a while.
Thanks so much for the reviews everyone! *huggles all*
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Bar, Miami, 10:30 pm
Gavin: *walks over* I got your message. You okay?
Lori: *scoffs*
Gavin: *sits* Have you been cryin'?
Lori: No, I find it fun to spray water in my face for effect.
Gavin: *rolls eyes* Why did you call?
Lori: Uh, gee, maybe it's because you're my husband.
Gavin: You're the one who's been avoiding me.
Lori: Yes well I'm finished avoiding. *stands, hugs Gavin*
Gavin: *sigh*
Lori: I don't know what I'm going to do. I just..I don't know. *lets go* When the hell do I get to stop worrying all the time? I feel defective. Nothing EVER goes right. EVER! And I'm so pissed about it! *wipes eyes* Ugh. *leaves*
Outside, alley
Gavin: *runs over*
Lori: *leans against wall* You know, I had this idea of where I was going to be in twenty years. And it certainly didn't consist of me in a pine box because of my own stupidity.
Gavin: Lori, this wasn't your fault.
Lori: No? So who decided I was going to get hooked on crack? Well it definitely wasn't the wind. And who decided meth would be fun? So you know what, if I'm going to die by my own hand, I might as well not wait. *pulls out gun*
Gavin: *stares at Lori* What the hell are you doing?
Lori: I'm tired of dancing around the bonfire. If I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go. I won't wait.
Gavin: Give me the gun.
Lori: Oh yeah, sorry, just because you asked, I'll do it. Screw what I've been thinking about for the past two days.
Gavin: This isn't funny.
Lori: *shrugs* Well, see you in hell I guess. *points gun to head*
Gavin: *grabs Lori's arm*
BAM
Lori: *kicks Gavin* NO!
Gavin: Ugh! *falls backward*
Gun falls on ground
Gavin: *looks at gun*
Lori: *lunges*
Gavin: *grabs gun*
Lori: *glares*
Gavin: *stands* You're not going to do this.
Lori: *whips out knife from back pocket* Either way I'm dead so what difference does it make. *swings knife*
Gavin: Lori! *runs over*
Lori: *drops knife*
Gavin: *grabs Lori's wrist* I can't believe you're this stupid.
Lori: *sits on ground* Heh, seems like.
Gavin: Lori, look at me. Lori! *grabs Lori's face* Look at me!
Hospital, 5am
Josh: *walks over* Any word?
Gavin: *crosses arms* She lost a lot of blood. She went into a coma an hour ago.
Josh: I'm sorry.
Gavin: *sigh*
Josh: I called the team. Calleigh and Tim flying back to the US right now.
Gavin: *blinks*
Josh: What?
Gavin: *walks away*
Josh: Uh...Okay.
Next day, Miami lab
Alexx: *walks over* Yelina supoenaed the medical records.
Natalia: *grabs folder*
Alexx: Blood tests are the interesting part.
Natalia: *looks down at folder* Lead poisoning.
Alexx: Mhm. Affects the peripheral and central nervous system causing insomnia, nausea, irritability and with extreme cases, headaches and seizures.
Natalia: So she wasn't dying because of the drug intake.
Alexx: She was being killed. Slowly.
Natalia: How long would it take to do severe damage?
Alexx: Years. The average person is has less than 10 micrograms per deciliter in their blood. That equals to about 100 parts per billion. Most cases I've seen of lead poisoning have been in the 200 parts per billion range. Lori? there's enough in her system to kill her twice.
Natalia: Well how does something like that happen?
Alexx: Almost everyone has been exposed to evironmental lead whether it be through inhalation, ingestion, or dermal contact. I've seen severe cases of lead poisoning from people who've come back from South American countries like Venezuela, Brazil-
Natalia: Colombia?
Alexx: *nods* But they generally don't have more than 150 to 200 parts per billion at the most. Now this is at environmental levels that spread across anything from plant life which has been srayed with chemicals or industries that give off toxic chemicals. It's mostly passive transfer.
Natalia: And that's not what this is.
Alexx: Not even close. This is pure lead, you can't find it in South America unless someone has a very expensive lab and we all know Lori was nowhere near one.
Natalia: So she had been poisoned in Miami.
Alexx: There are only two labs in Miami capable of manufacturing something this lethal. Comrex Labs, an environmental testing agency and this lab.
Natalia: This lab?
Alexx: There are two sections of this lab cleared for biological toxin testing and that's DNA and Trace.
Natalia: I'm going to check with Comrex first. *looks at watch* I think Speed and Calleigh just flew in a couple of hours ago.
Comrex Labs
Calleigh: *hands over folder* Have you ever seen her in this lab before, Mister Williams?
Williams: No. Look, when I get a call from MDPD about someone in my lab responsible for poisoning, I take it very seriously.
Natalia: We don't doubt that Mister Williams. We have a warrant for your employee list.
Williams: Of course, I'll have my secretary get it.
Calleigh: Have you ever had a break in?
Williams: Not that I know of. We have a very high priority on security at this facility. We can't risk a compromise of our samples.
Calleigh: *grabs employee list from secretary*
Natalia: Any names popping out?
Calleigh: No. *looks at Williams* Thank you, we'll be in contact.
Trace Lab
Calleigh: *walks in* Natalia's checkin' employee records to see if any of them have been in the system. Have you checked around our lab?
Speed: Yeah we're in the clear.
Calleigh: So all eyes are on Comrex. Have you even heard of them before today?
Speed: Yeah they released an article a few years back on animal testing. If you ask me, their analysts need to check the protocols a little more closely. It's a pretty shoddy lab.
Calleigh: *nods*
Speed: We need to check into the victim's previous contacts, encounters, anywhere she'd be within the past five years or later.
Calleigh: Alexx narrowed down her exposure to the US so we can start there.
Speed: Well we can't exactly interview her because she's in a coma.
Calleigh: ...How are you handling it?
Speed: Like any other case.
Calleigh: I didn't mean the case.
Speed: I'm fine, Cal.
Calleigh: I should let you know that Horatio gave me seniority on this case.
Speed: *stares at Calleigh*
Calleigh: Apparently his confidence in you is less than...Stellar.
Speed: *nods*
Calleigh: So if you get too emotionally inv-
Speed: She's my daughter, how am I not supposed to get emotionally involved?
Calleigh: That's what I want to know.
Speed: Look, I'm going to do my job either way and the evidence won't be compromised and I don't need you breathing down my back.
Calleigh: Okay.
Speed: So what do you need me to do?
Calleigh: Talk to Gavin.
Speed: *lifts brow*
Calleigh: He's in the atrium.
Speed: Why am I talking to him?
Calleigh: He might know something he doesn't even realise is important.
Speed: Fine. *leaves*
Calleigh: *sigh*
Natalia: *walks over* Got some candidates.
Calleigh: Really.
Natalia: *hands over paper* John Alvarez.
Calleigh: *grabs paper*
Natalia: Recently got out of prison for a B&E. He also belongs to a gang situated in Miami. Although they do business in South America as well as other US states.
Calleigh: *smirks* Look at his alias.
Natalia: ...Zero? So?
Calleigh: Nice work.
Atrium
Gavin: *staring out window*
Speed: *walks over*
Gavin: *lowers head*
Speed: I'm sorry.
Gavin: I tried to stop her.
Speed: Well she's always had a mind of her own. I doubt you could have done anything.
Gavin: *shakes head*
Speed: Is there anyone you know of who would want her dead?
Gavin: Based on the amount of people she's pissed off? I can think of a few.
Speed: Think of someone recent.
Gavin: Why, what have you found out?
Speed: That's part of the investigation which you're not privy to.
Gavin: And you are?
Speed: You're not a CSI.
Gavin: So there was a crime.
Speed: Maybe. That's why we're looking into it.
Gavin: So that's why Josh said you and Calleigh were coming back.
Speed: *rubs eyes* You're as bad as Lori.
Gavin: Tell me what you found out.
Speed: I can't.
Gavin: She's my wife!
Speed: I know you're upset but I can't divulge anything and just because you're yelling at me, it won't make me break down and tell you.
Gavin: *rubs face*
Speed: So who would want to hurt her.
Gavin: What does it matter? They won't go away for murder or...Attempted murder.
Speed: She thought she was dying, right?
Gavin: Yeah.
Speed: Which lead to the events that caused her to end up in the hospital so they are just as much responsible.
Gavin: *sigh* Fine.
Speed: Fine, what.
Gavin: I think it's Zero.
Speed: Why?
Gavin: When I was part of his gang, he tracked down all of my 'victims' beforehand. All pretty petite blondes, all dying. All of them, not giving a damn in the first place.
Speed: So he knew Lori was dying before she even found out.
Gavin: Yeah.
Speed: So you knew.
Gavin: I thought it was because of her drug use....It's not, is it.
Speed: Did he ever make anyone fit into his criteria?
Gavin: Yeah, once. He tracked her for years, poisoning her.
Speed: With what?
Gavin: I don't know. But when she made it into our hanger, she could barely lift her head.
Speed: So you killed her anyway.
Gavin: *frowns* I didn't kill her, he did.
Speed: How many did he kill personally?
Gavin: Just the ones he poisoned. Let me guess, he's after Lori.
Speed: Was he ever in Colombia?
Gavin: He was born there, it would make sense that he'd go back.
Speed: When did he get back to the US?
Gavin: Ten years ago.
Speed: You worked undercover, why.
Gavin: Ask my former boss.
Speed: You were tracking him, I need to know why.
Gavin: Because he's a pain in the asses of everyone he encounters. He's a killer, a drug dealer and insane.
Speed: Okay. Do you know where he'd be?
Gavin: *crosses arms* I have a few ideas.
Speed: Which are what?
Gavin: I'm not telling you anything until you give me what I want first.
Speed: I can't.
Gavin: Then happy hunting.
Speed: *walks away*
Gavin: *frowns*
Speed: *turns around* If you go looking for him yourself, he won't be the only one going to prison. *leaves*
Gavin: Noted. *leaves*
Everglades, Hangar
Guy: Whoa, hold on.
Gavin: Get out of my way.
Guy: You got an appointment?
Gavin: Gee, show me your appointment book and we'll decide.
Guy: It's written up here. *points to head*
Gavin: Open the door.
Guy: Can't. Gotta have the boss' permission.
Gavin: *takes out taser*
ZAP
Guy: ACK! *falls over*
Gavin: *opens door, walks in*
Inside hangar
Guy2: *turns around, pulls out gun*
Gavin: *punches Guy2 in the face*
Guy2: *falls over*
Zero: *stands* Ah, Gavin. So nice to s-
Gavin: *pulls out gun, pushes it to Zero's head* Sit down.
Zero: *sits* You used to be so polite. *laughs* You might want to put the gun away before you hurt someone.
Gavin: *glaring*
Zero: You're not a killer, Gavin. We both know that. You're a coward like everyone else on my team. The difference is, they follow the rules. You never did. Then again, you were working for the police.
Gavin: Yeah well not anymore.
Zero: Hailey said your little toy didn't look so healthy. I suspect that's the reason you're here. *shakes head* See what happens when you fall for one of the victims? I tell everyone here not to have that happen. Mistakes are made, such as letting them escape.
Gavin: So killin' her is going to fix that.
Zero: I should have killed
you. The only problem is, I'd have cops on my ass which I don't need.
Gavin: Well you've got some now.
Zero: I heard. So they're surrounding the place as we speak?
Gavin: No.
Zero: *laughs* Even better.
Gavin: You're a sick bastard.
Zero: So I hear.
Gavin: You had no right to hurt her. Or any of them. And the only reason you're not in prison or dead is because people are afraid of you.
Zero: So you're going to kill me now?
Gavin: I'm not a killer, remember?
Zero: Then put the gun down.
Gavin: *lowers gun*
Guy3: *walks over, grabs gun*
Zero: It's unfortunate for you. Anyone who comes in uninvited, doesn't leave alive.
Gavin: *nods*
Zero: *stands, pulls out gun*
BAM
Gavin: UGH! *falls over*
Zero: Don't feel bad. Killing your little toy wasn't personal. I could care less about her.
Gavin: *holding stomach*
Zero: You on the other hand, are a pain in my ass.
Gavin: *coughs*
Zero: Remember rule number one, don't piss off the boss.
Gavin: I...Much prefer rule n-number two. *frowns* Always bring a second gun. *pulls out gun*
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
Zero falls over
Gavin: *drops gun*
Guy3: *runs over* Boss? BOSS! OH CRAP!
Gavin: Ugh.
Guy3: *looks down* Ooh that's a lot of blood.
Gavin: *looks at Guy*
Guy3: Um...Okay so I'll just call 9-1-1...
TBC....................
