Road Trip! The Final Frontier.

Bwaha, there are plenty of teenagers here Lora.

Glad to see you back, Lilly. I haven't forgotten your Ryan/Lilly development, don't worry!

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Dinner table, 10:30 pm

Horatio: Alright everyone, let's find our seats.

Lora: *runs into chair* MINE! *grabs onto Horatio*

Horatio: I don't think anyone else was going for that chair.

Lora: Let's keep it that way.

Jess: *looks down*

Delko: You okay?

Jess: I wish I'd thought this through.

Delko: Dress too big?

Jess: Yeah and I really have to pee too.

Delko: Well you wanted to wear the dress.

Jess: I also want to have the ability to pee and sit down.

Katie: *sits, grabs wine glass*

Carly: How did we get a table this big?

Horatio: I have friends in high places.

Carly: Really?

Horatio: *grabs name tag* Well, Walter P. Goodwin does.

Carly: What if Walter P. Goodwin shows up?

Horatio: ...

Carly: Apparently we don't actually use our brains for good anymore but for evil.

Heather: Oh lighten up. At least you aren't sitting in a dingy Hummerhome singing showtunes while roasting marshmellows over an open lighter.

Carly: Yeah well I don't have to wear a dress in our dingy Hummerhome.

Colton: *yanks collar* Okay, if this thing doesn't stop itching, I'm going to sit here naked.

Heather: Oooh.

Colton: *looks at Heather*

Ryan: See Lilly? Nothing to worry about. Heather's got her claws into Colton.

Lilly: *hugs Ryan*

Heather: I do not have my claws into Colton.

Colton: Everyone loves me. It's only natural.

Katie: The last time I checked, you stole my daughter and sent her to live in Colombia.

Colton: The last time I checked, I didn't have a choice and she forgave me.

Katie: She did?

Colton: Yeah. So HA.

Anni: *speaks in British accent* Now which fork do I use? The one that looks like like a pitchfork or the one that's shaped like the waiter's ass?

Speed: I said restrained not foreign.

Anni: Sorry.

Horatio: *opens menu* Try not to pick anything too expensive.

Jess: Yeah well with any luck, my shoes will be able to pay for this dinner.

Horatio: *sigh*

Jess: Hey you didn't say anything about selling.

Horatio: Evidently I need to get EVERYTHING across before we stumble upon a party.

Anni: *eats bread* You know, I could sell my wedding ring and pay for this whole trip, gas included.

Colton: I don't think your ring is worth that much.

Anni: No one else knows that.

Speed: I prefer you keep it. It'll remind you that you're married.

Anni: Isn't that what it's supposed to do? Kind of subtle if you ask me.

Speed: Sorry, I wanted to go for the one that lit up and make party noises everytime we had sex but I was on a budget.

Anni: Are you okay?

Speed: I'm fine. *jabs fork into butter ball*

Delko: Jess, you seem to be fidgiting a lot.

Jess: I'm trying to balance.

Delko: Why don't you just change into something else?

Jess: We went over this Eric.

Delko: Just saying.

Lora: *lifts hand* Who wants to play hide and seek after this!

Anni: OH! I DO! I DO!

Horatio: No one's playing hide and seek.

Heather: Yeah, besides, Jess would be too easy to find.

Jess: Shut up. *throws bun*

Heather: Don't throw your buns at me. *throws bun*

Jess: OW! That one was rye.

Horatio: Everyone stop throwing buns. We're going to act like mature adults for at least an hour.

Lora: But...that isn't fun.

Carly: Hey hey, shh someone's standing to make a speech.

Anni: Oh it's the snot guy!

Carly: What?

Anni: The violin guy.

Carly: Oh.

Anni: What's he saying?

Carly: Something about marrying the cello.

Heather: No, he's marrying the cello player.

Colton: I thought he said the cello was a real player.

Anni: *smiles* Awww now he'll be able to have little snotlings. YOU GO GIRL! WOO!

People clap

Anni: See? The audience responds to me.

Katie: I think the audience was doing that to direct attention away from you.

Anni: People love me.

Lilly: *poking at plate* This is so boring. Who decided to drag us here?

Jess: I did and we're going to enjoy it.

Lilly: Can't we play hide and seek?

Horatio: No.

Lilly: Pfft...we're going to end up doing it anyway.

Waiter: *walks over* And what will we be havin' this evening?

Anni: Stuffed clams.

Horatio: I'll have the same thing.

Lora: Can I substitute the clams?

Waiter: With what?

Lora: A quarter pounder with cheese, hold the onions.

Waiter: ...We don't have those here.

Lora: What your cook can't stick a patty on a bun?

Waiter: No.

Lora: What kind of chef is that?

Waiter: Ask him, I just take the orders.

Lora: Fine, I'll just have stuffed clam.

Carly: I'll have the chicken cordon bleu.

Waiter: *writing* A fine choice.

Heather: Can I have scallops?

Waiter: Of course.

Lora: Oh but I can't have a quarter pounder.

Waiter: It's not a slaughterhouse.

Katie: *bursts out laughing*

Everyone: *looks at Katie*

Katie: Sorry. Um, what's your name?

Waiter: Sam.

Katie: *smiles*

Sam: *looks down at paper* And you'll be havin'?

Katie: What do you recommend?

Sam: The Texas steak.

Katie: Great, I'll have that.

Sam: Great. *writing*

Anni: *elbows Katie* Get his number.

Katie: Shut up.

Anni: *lifts hand* Can I speak, mister waiter?

Sam: Go ahead.

Anni: Can she have your number?

Sam: *smiles*

Katie: *covers face*

Anni: She's single, looking, loves long walks on the beach which is a plus because she lives in Miami.

Sam: *nods* Well, give her this then. *hands over paper*

Anni: *looks down* There's three extra digits.

Sam: ...That's an area code.

Anni: Oh.

Katie: *grabs paper, slams head on table*

Sam: I'll be here with your orders in a lil' while. *leaves*

Katie: Anni, you're an idiot.

Anni: He's cute. Got dimples and everything.

Katie: Excuse me. *stands, leaves*

Anni: She is so hot and bothered.

Heather: Someone should seriously make a country song out of her life.

Near kitchen

Katie: *knocks on door*

Door swings open

Katie: AH!

Sam: Oh, geez, sorry! Are you alright?

Katie: *rubs arm* Yeah. I just...wanted to come over and apologize.

Sam: Apologize? For what?

Katie: My friend. She's kind of loopy.

Sam: Oh, that's alright. I actually get a lot of numbers.

Katie: Really?

Sam: *runs hand through hand* Actually no, but *smiles* I've always wanted to say that.

Katie: *smiles* Probably not something every girl wants to hear.

Sam: Sorry.

Katie: Anyway, I just came to apologize and give this back. *hands over paper*

Sam: *looks down* Why are you givin' it back?

Katie: My friend was just messing around, really.

Sam: So you're not single?

Katie: No, I am. I just think it's weird to take numbers when I haven't even met you.

Sam: What's the point in living if all you do is sit on the sidelines?

Katie: What?

Sam: Something my highschool Gym teacher always told me. It stuck I guess.

Katie: So you think I'm sitting on the sidelines.

Sam: Hey I just met you.

Katie: *sticks paper in pocket* Alright, I'll call you.

Sam: Hope so.

Katie: You're not a rapist or a murderer, are you?

Sam: Rapists and murderers have better jobs than this.

Katie: *laughs*

Sam: See you later. *leaves*

Katie: *walks away*

Table

Katie: *sits*

Anni: So?

Katie: He's...different.

Anni: Good different or bad different?

Katie: Interesting different.

Anni: I'll drink to that. *raises glass*

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

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Outside, 12am

Katie: *leans against column*

Horatio: *walks over* I give up. Where is everyone?

Katie: They're playing hide and seek.

Horatio: Why.

Katie: Because you told 'em not to.

Horatio: I see. So should I have told them to in the first place and then they would have done the exact opposite and become quiet, responsible and helpful?

Katie: Depends if reverse psychology works on them I guess.

Horatio: *rubs chin* I need to buy some books on that.

Katie: *looks at parkinglot*

Near cars

Waiter1: *throws keys* Hey man you said you'd drive.

Sam: *laughs* Yeah well I didn't think I'd have to drive this piddly-ass car.

Waiter1: It's a buggie.

Sam: It's your girlfriend's car.

Waiter1: *pushes Sam* I treat her car right and she treats me right, you know what I'm sayin'.

Sam: Whatever, man.

Waiter2: *runs over* Stop sitting on my car!

Waiter1: *stands*

Sam: *laughing*

Waiter1: It could have been my girlfriend's.

Waiter2: Man you got ass marks all over it.

Sam: *looks over at auditorium* Hey uh, I'll catch up with you.

Waiter1: You said you'd drive.

Sam: I ain't settin' foot in that thing. *walks away*

Waiter2: *looks at Waiter1*

Waiter1: What?

Waiter2: You said he could drive my car?

Waiter1: ...No.

By column

Sam: *runs over* Hey, you're still around?

Katie: Yeah. Just waiting for my friends.

Sam: Where are they?

Katie: Playing hide and seek.

Sam: Boy, your team sure has the youth bug in 'em.

Katie: What do you mean?

Sam: One of the girls came into the kitchen and started throwin' peas.

Katie: *sigh* Anni.

Sam: *pulls hat down* Y'know, you shouldn't stand out here when it's about to rain.

Katie: Why?

Sam: Because in Kansas, when it rains, it pours.

Katie: *smirks* Does it.

Sam: *crosses arms* Wouldn't want to get that dress all soaked.

Katie: I think I'll manage. I'd worry about your holed-up jeans.

Sam: *smiles*

Katie: I didn't know a waiter could be such a cowboy.

Sam: Gotta make a livin' somehow.

Katie: Mhm and now that you're out here with your buddies, you aren't so modest.

Speed: *walks over* Did Anni tell you where she was going?

Katie: No. That's why it's called hide and seek.

Speed: If I have to 'seek' for another five minutes, I'm going to go insane.

Katie: I'm sure she's around.

Sam: I take it your the ex.

Speed: *looks at Sam*

Sam: *tilts head* The way you look at her, I'd think you owned her.

Speed: Excuse me?

Sam: *stares at Speed*

Katie: *stares blankly*

Speed: Who the hell are you?

Sam: I noticed y'all weren't on the invite.

Speed: So what, you going to report us?

Sam: *smirks*

Katie: Okay, I think that's enough testosterone for one night. No, we weren't on the guest list. I promise we'll be out of here soon. Assuming no one's vandalized the place too much.

Speed: Yeah. Why don't you go wait in the Hummerhome.

Sam: You always tell her what she can and cannot do?

Speed: I don't think it's any of your business.

Katie: Tim.

Speed: *walks away*

Katie: *sigh*

Sam: Bit of hot head, ain't he.

Katie: Yeah.

Sam: *nods* I'll see you later, ma'am.

Katie: Wh-where, are you going?

Sam: *turns around* I got a gig downtown to get to.

Katie: Gig?

Sam: *laughs* You don't get around much in these parts, do you?

Katie: I guess not.

Sam: Me and my band perform at The Slaughterhouse every friday night.

Katie: Like...a rock band?

Sam: ...Sure. Rock.

Katie: What?

Sam: You should come check it out.

Katie: I can't.

Sam: Shame. *nods* Maybe some other time. *walks away*

Katie: *scratches head*

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

 

You're welcome so much for the update. :lol:

Sorry I've been a bit lagged with these chapters, lol. That's why there's two up there, ha.

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Bathroom

Delko: *walks in*

Voice: Eric?

Delko: *stares into mirror* ...

Voice: Eric, is that you? I can smell you.

Delko: *lifts brow* Jess?

Jess: Yeah.

Delko: *looks around* Where are you?

Jess: I'm in the air shaft.

Delko: *looks up* What are you doing in the air shaft?

Jess: I was hiding from Anni and Heather. But I got stuck 'cause my dress is huge.

Delko: How did you get up there?

Jess: I don't remember. But I have a really good view of the urinals.

Delko: *steps up onto toilet* Jess, you have to come down.

Jess: Easy for you to say, you aren't being held down by a circus tent.

Delko: *climbs up air shaft*

Jess: AH! Holy crap, how are you getting up here?

Delko: I have muscles in some places.

Jess: Should I ask where?

Delko: *laughs*

Jess: Alright, so what's the plan?

Delko: ...

Jess: Eric?

Delko: Okay I'm stuck.

Jess: Of course.

Delko: C'est la vie.

Jess: Can you see anyone walking past?

Delko: You mean through the closed door?

Jess: Ugh. *bangs head on air shaft*

The Slaughterhouse

Carly: So why are we here?

Katie: My friend Sam invited me.

Carly: Okay, so why am I here?

Katie: Because I invited you.

Carly: So you invited me to visit the waiter you just met.

Katie: *points at stage* Does that look like just a waiter?

Carly: *tilts head*

Katie: C'mon! Look at him! He's-

Carly: What, hot?

Katie: *frowns* No.

Carly: God, you're so lame.

Katie: I am not lame.

Carly: You dragged me here to help you pick up a guy.

Katie: No, I dragged you here to make sure he doesn't pull any moves.

Carly: Like...rocking out?

Katie: Besides those. Whew, but look at them jeans.

Carly: *rolls eyes*

Lora: *runs over* Man it took forever to catch up to your cab! *wipes forehead*

Carly: You followed us here?

Lora: Of course I did. I'm Lora. Stalker extraordinaire! Ooh who's the pretty boy?

Katie: He's not a boy, he's a man.

Lora: *scrinches nose* Yeesh, my mistake.

Carly: *hands over paper*

Katie: What's this?

Carly: Before we left, Horatio gave me the workup on this guy.

Katie: How the hell did he do that?

Carly: All he said was friends in high places.

Katie: *looks down at paper* ...

Carly: I know.

Lora: What? He's related to Freddy or Jason? Or both?

Carly: Nope.

Lora: He's a terrorist.

Carly: No.

Lora: ...Scuba diver?

Carly: Nope.

Lora: Evil scuba diver?

Katie: *hands paper back* I think I'm going to throw up.

Lora: It can't be that bad, come on. *grabs paper* Hey! Look! He spent two years in the police academy in Dallas.

Carly: Yeah but he quit to join the air force.

Lora: *turns over page* He was honorably discharged due to an ailment.

Carly: Horatio found out what it was.

Lora: Malaria?

Carly: It actually wasn't his ailment. His mother was dying back on the family farm so he went back to help out.

Lora: *gasp* That's so sweet.

Carly: Yeah and when she died, she left him this HUGE fortune.

Lora: So why the hell's he a waiter?

Carly: He's a volunteer at the auditorium.

Lora: Ah yes, music boy's gotta stick his artistic fingers in somewhere.

Katie: Let me guess, he doubles as a serial killer who stalks in the night after hookers and spills their insides.

Lora: *reads page* If he does, it doesn't say so here.

Carly: Want me to pinch you?

Katie: But...bu-but...

Crowd cheers

Carly: Looks like the set's over.

Lora: Can we go now?

Katie: *shoves paper in Carly's mouth* Shh he's coming over!

Carly: *chokes*

Sam: *smiles* Ladies. Katie, I didn't think you'd show up.

Katie: *extends hand* NICE TO MEET YOU!

Sam: *stares at Katie* You alright?

Carly: *pulls paper out of mouth* The more nervous she becomes, the louder she becomes.

Sam: I see. Why are you nervous?

Katie: *shakes head*

Lora: Because she's insane.

Carly: See for yourself. *hands over paper*

Katie: NO! CARLY!

Sam: *looks down at paper*

Katie: *covers eyes*

Sam: Where did you get this?

Lora: Horatio Caine. He does it for a living. He's a cop. Actually a CSI. DON'T MESS WITH HIM! *karate kicks air* HIYA!

Sam: *lifts head*

Lora: *hides behind Carly*

Carly: Sorry, we're just kind of protective of Katie. And she seemed to have an interest in you so we decided to...do what we do best.

Sam: Who are you people?

Lora: We're CSIs! Well, most of us like to think we are. That means Crime Scene Investigators by the way.

Sam: Yeah, I know what it means.

Carly: Are you mad?

Sam: *looks down at paper* Man you can get a lot of information off of the internet.

Katie: So...you're not mad.

Sam: You could have just asked.

Lora: She's too shy for that.

Sam: *looks at Lora*

Lora: Okay I don't like him. *hides behind Carly*

Katie: I'm sorry.

Sam: *smiles* S'alright. Would you ladies like a drink? On me.

Carly: Huh. Wasn't expecting that.

Sam: I don't have anythin' to hide. Just..isn't every day someone sticks their keyboard in my life. Only natural I suppose.

Carly: I'd like some Whiskey.

Lora: Same here.

Sam: Right. *walks over to bar*

Carly: Marry him.

Lora: Sleep with him and then never call him.

Katie: Stop it.

Sam: *walks over* Here you go.

Lora: *drinks down*

Carly: You play some pretty good music. When did you learn to play guitar?

Sam: My mother always liked guitar, so when she was sick, I learned to play for her.

Carly/Lora: AWWWWWWW!

Lora: Wait, I'm not liking him.

Katie: *falls against stool*

Sam: *turns around*

Katie: *grabs bar* Ahem.

Sam: You okay?

Katie: *stands* I'm good. Perfectly good. Very perfectly good.

Sam: *grabs Katie's hand* You don't want to touch that bar, believe me.

Katie: *smiles*

Carly: I think my work is done. Wait, have you met Speed?

Katie: They don't get along.

Carly: My work is done.

Lora: You didn't do anything.

Carly: I like to think I made an impact.

Katie: *giggles*

Sam: *smiles*

Lora: Oh pfft look at them all cutsie wootsie.

Carly: Almost makes me wish I was still married.

Lora: Makes me wish Horatio loved me. *sigh*

Carly: Someday, I'm sure.

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

 

LM-FREAKING-AO that_girl1. :lol:

Thanks so much for the reviews everyone. So sorry again that I haven't had another chapter up in a bit. RL gets in the way of all my fun. *sigh*

Mwahahaa.

I can say there's a bit of a twist with this character, so you'll have to wait and see.

And I believe (if I remember correctly) the team will be going to Greece next.

 

Bah.

Sorry I haven't had another chapter up yet. I promise I'll have one soon.

*huggles all*

 

Long time no see Trevor.

This is the last thread--yup! *huggles the thread and all who read*

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Miami, Dade-County Highschool

Tripp: *writing things down* And you're sure everyone's accounted for.

Principal: Yes, I already told you. And you can't question them without parental consent.

Tripp: Yeah, I'm aware.

Principal: When are these CSI people supposed to get here? I want every inch of this school fingerprinted!

Lori: *walks over* Sorry, I'm not qualified to play with glue and feathers but you're welcome to do so away from the crime scene.

Principal: Someone assaulted one of my students, this is a serious matter. You people should be throwing your fancy pants lights around and finding fibres-

Lori: Look, you became a principal, not a cop so don't presume to tell me what my job is.

Principal: You seem a little young for this. *looks at Tripp* Does she seem a little young for this?

Lori: You have three seconds to get out of the crime scene.

Principal: But-

Lori: One.

Principal: Don't you treat me like one of those child-

Lori: Two.

Principal: Fine! *leaves*

Tripp: *scoffs*

Lori: My thoughts exactly. *kneels, opens kit* So what do we have?

Tripp: 14 year old girl named Alicia Summers was attacked in this bathroom just before 10 am. She was attacked from behind so she didn't see the suspect. EMTs have her.

Lori: *places on gloves* Has CSI been here yet?

Tripp: Nope.

Lori: *stands* I hear they're a little short-staffed.

Tripp: That's an understatement. Horatio and his team are galavanting around the world. Last I heard, they were going to Greece.

Lori: Good. *grabs camera*

Tripp: Good?

Lori: Half the cities are already broken, they couldn't do much more damage.

Tripp: *smirks*

Lori: *snaps pictures* Hey, I have a question. If you work homicide and no one died, why'd they send you?

Tripp: I was the first responder. Havin' my oil changed down the street and heard the call.

Lori: *nods, clicks on flashlight*

Tripp: So you're not goin' to wait until CSI gets here?

Lori: *looks down* I'm not going to sit outside and wait for a bunch of shutter happy trainees to strip my scene.

Tripp: Thought you weren't qualified.

Lori: *smiles* I'm goin' to use the brilliance of vision.

Tripp: *nods*

Lori: *shines flashlight at mirror* ...Huh.

Tripp: Huh?

Lori: *tilts head* It's separating from the sides. *grabs side of mirror, yanks*

Mirror pops

Lori: Well that's new.

Tripp: Two-way mirror.

Lori: In a girl's washroom?

Tripp: Let's have another chat with the good principal.

Lori: Yeah, maybe we can use our 'fancy pants' blue lights and fingerprinting techniques on him.

Hummerhome

Anni: GREECE!

Carly: GREECE!

Colton: WOMEN!

Everyone: *looks at Colton*

Colton: I'm not going to ignore it.

Heather: I'm making my own toga, anyone want one?

Katie: No one wears togas in Greece.

Ryan: We're going to a toga party.

Lilly: We could have a toga party here.

Ryan: Yeah but we'll be in Greece. GREECE!

Lilly: Stop saying Greece. It sounds like we're going to either a very tacky musical or we're going to be bunking at McDonalds.

Anni: Ooooh.

Lilly: We are not bunking at McDonalds.

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