CSI:Miami Road Trip #11: We Ain't Comin' Home

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...Those responses probably didn't help much, did they. :lol:

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San Antonio, hospital, 10am

Speed: *looks into room* How is he?

Doctor: Frustrated that the nurses keep waking him up every 20 minutes, but otherwise...physically he should be fine in a few weeks.

Speed: He's part of an ongoing investigation in Miami, would you mind if I took a few photographs of his injuries?

Doctor: We tried last night, he wasn't comfortable with it so we had to stop. I'm not sure if he'll be much more cooperative this morning.

Speed: May I speak with him?

Doctor: If you want to try...be my guest.

Speed: *walks into room*

Doctor: *checks beeper, walks away*

Inside room

Speed: *grabs chair, sits* Scott.

Scott: *eyes closed* ...Do you people ever stop.

Speed: It's Tim. Not 'you people'.

Scott: *opens eyes*

Speed: How are you feeling?

Scott: Annoyed.

Speed: I understand you're tired but we need to talk. Erin might be dead but those guys that were working for her are still out there and we need to find them. If you have any descriptions, names, vehicle tags...anything, it would be helpful.

Scott: No.

Speed: You don't know anything about them after being with them for 2 months.

Scott: *staring ahead*

Speed: I'll need to photograph your injuries.

Scott: ...

Speed: *lifts camera* It won't take very long, I promise.

Motel room, 12pm

Speed: *walks in, shuts door*

Katie: Hey, how'd it go?

Speed: Well I wouldn't say he was cooperative but that's normal considering what happened to him.

Katie: And what exactly happened to him?

Speed: *grabs chair, sits* I'm not at liberty to say.

Katie: *lifts brow*

Speed: We can take him home in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, let's start looking for the rest of the people who got away.

Katie: *nods* Sounds good.

Miami, few weeks later, outside PD

Lori: *crossing arms*

Hummer pulls up

Lori: *looks at Hummer*

Speed: *gets out of Hummer*

Scott: *steps out of Hummer, shuts door*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *walks over*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *hugs Scott*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori, closes eyes*

Lori: *sigh* I love you.

Scott: *grips Lori tighter*

Lori: *looks over at Hummer*

Speed: *leaning on Hummer*

Lori: *nods*

Speed: *smirks*

Lab, hallway, 2 hours later

Katie: *runs over* So? Did they go home together?

Speed: *walking, grabs folder* Yep.

Katie: I'm sooo glad I recommended he shave and get a haircut first. He looked like a yeti hobo.

Speed: Yeah and you told him that about 50 times. *looks down at folder*

Katie: Well she needed to see those big beautiful blues of his. And well, the rest of his face. He didn't really speak much on the drive back, you think there's something wrong?

Speed: Wow, a rational human being not wanting to talk to you? Call the FBI.

Katie: *slaps Speed* I'm a joy to talk to.

Speed: Some of the time.

Anni: *walks around corner*

Speed: *stops*

Anni: *looks at Speed* You're back.

Speed: Yeah I tried to call you, it wouldn't go through.

Anni: I changed my phone number.

Speed: Why?

Anni: Because you need to stop calling me. We don't have a problem, I don't want to work it out.

Speed: *takes Anni's elbow, steps aside* We don't have a problem?

Anni: No.

Speed: You won't talk to me and that's not a problem.

Anni: Why are you making something out of nothing?

Speed: It's not nothing. I'm worried about you.

Anni: You know, this caring thing really doesn't suit you.

Speed: Excuse me?

Anni: Why don't you just go back to your test tubes and swabs.

Speed: A couple weeks ago you were angry that I wasn't supportive enough and now that I'm being supportive, you're angry with me because I'm...caring too much.

Anni: If I want to talk, I'll call you.

Speed: You won't be home tonight?

Anni: *scoffs, shakes head*

Speed: What?

Anni: I'm staying with Calleigh. She has an extra room at her place. *walks away*

Speed: *looks down at floor, sighs*

Locker room, 4pm

Speed: *opens locker, places gun inside*

Katie: *walks over* Hey.

Speed: Guess you heard the conversation.

Katie: Yeah. I'm sorry.

Speed: You wanted me to work things out and I tried...I can't help her, I can't fix whatever's wrong if she won't let me.

Katie: Maybe you can't fix it.

Speed: *leans on locker*

Katie: It's not your fault.

Speed: It's not her fault either.

Katie: Look, it's not like she's not in control of herself. She consciously decided to blow you off. You're giving her way too much leeway here. Since when did you become the guy who lets people walk all over him?

Speed: *crosses arms*

Katie: *shakes head, walks away*

Speed: *frowns*

Condo, 5pm

Katie: *knocks on door*

Anni: *opens door*

Katie: We need to talk.

Anni: What about?

Katie: Can I come in?

Anni: No.

Katie: I thought you were going to Calleigh's tonight, I called her and she said you hadn't showed up yet.

Anni: I'm still packing.

Katie: And that's why I'm not allowed in? Is there a big mess or something?

Anni: Yeah.

Katie: Well I'm okay with messes. *pushes door*

Anni: *leans on door*

Katie: What's going on with you?

Anni: I just need some space to contemplate things. It's a lot to take in...again.

Katie: So you're hurting your husband in the process.

Anni: He's fine, he'll handle it.

Katie: He's not handling it. He's falling apart.

Anni: You know, I thought I needed him but I don't. I want to work this out on my own.

Katie: *nods*

Anni: He's just...not someone I need to be a part of my life right now.

Katie: Well I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that. *walks away*

Anni: *sigh*

Condo, 9pm

Katie: *leans back on couch*

Speed: She actually said that.

Katie: Yep.

Speed: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Katie: I don't know.

Speed: Well...thanks for trying to help.

Katie: *shrugs* You know me, I'll try anything. *sits forward, picks up remote* So, what's on TV?

Speed: *leans over, takes remote*

Katie: *looks at Speed*

Speed: Why are you doing this?

Katie: You're my friend.

Speed: No.

Katie: You're not my friend?

Speed: That's not what I'm talking about.

Katie: What, you think I'm trying to take advantage of the situation?

Speed: Are you?

Katie: No. No, I'm just trying to be helpful and supportive. You said we were never going to be a 'thing' again and I'm with you on that. I care about you, okay? I'm not going to hide that but I'm not here to get in your pants.

Speed: *nods* Fair enough.

Katie: *grabs remote back, turns on television*

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: *looks down at remote, presses buttons* Oh shit. *looks down at watch* I was supposed to be at Lori's place, I needed to pick up Steph, they're heading to Manhattan for a couple of days to take care of Scott's frozen accounts.

Speed: How did you forget that?

Katie: I forget everything. *stands, trips over table*

Speed: *stands, grabs Katie's arm*

Katie: Thanks. Anyway, I'll talk to you later. *runs*

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

 

ha *is behind* good to know Scotts alive! <3

oO the reunion was such a sweet moment. Scott and Lori are <3 :adore:

awww Poor Speed and Katie, I hope things workout for Speed and Anni...I hope so anywayz .

 

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Thanks so much for the reviews!

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Manhattan, hotel lobby, 4pm

Lori: So we have the bank stuff settled, you called that Bill guy and we managed to get an appointment with a judge to get married. I'd say that's a pretty good day so far.

Scott: Bill actually wants to meet with me.

Lori: You think he'll offer you a position in the company?

Scott: Not likely, which is fine. I'm getting used to not having security hovering over me every 2 minutes.

Lori: Well even if he doesn't offer you anything, you'll find something.

Scott: *presses elevator button*

Men run in, guns in hand

Man1: *lifts gun, pulls trigger*

Bullets fly; people scream

Scott: *looks back*

Lori: *flinches*

Man1: I WANT EVERYONE IN THE MIDDLE! NOW!

People scramble

Man2: *walks over* YOU TOO.

Lori: Okay okay, we're going.

Scott: *follows*

Middle of lobby

Man1: I WANT ALL YOUR WALLETS!

Lori: *grabs wallet, throws it to floor*

Scott: *staring at floor*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Man1: *walks over to old lady* YOUR WALLET.

Lady: I'm trying, I'm trying! I can't find it!

Man1: HURRY UP!

Lady: *throws purse onto ground* It's in there!

Man1: *points gun at Lady*

Lady: *screams*

Scott: *stands, walks over*

Lori: *lifts head* What? What the hell are you doing?

Scott: *taps Man1 on the shoulder*

Man1: WHAT. *turns around*

Scott: *slams fist into Man1's face*

Man1: AH!

Scott: *grabs gun from Man1, shoots him*

Man1: UGH. *falls over*

Scott: *turns around*

Man2: *lifts gun*

Scott: *pulls trigger*

Man2: *falls backwards*

Man3: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *walks forward*

Man3: *staggers backwards*

Scott: *grabs Man3*

Man3: HEY HEY! I'm leaving! I swear! I only wanted some cash!

Scott: *slams gun into Man3's face*

Man3: AGH! *staggers back, slams into information desk*

Information desk collapses onto Man3

Scott: *presses on gun*

Gun magazine falls out

Scott: *drops gun, walks away*

Everyone: ...

Lori: *stands, runs to elevator*

Scott: *presses button*

Lori: Um...what the hell was that?

Scott: They'll be fine, I only nicked them.

Elevator doors open

Scott: *walks in*

Lori: *runs in*

Scott: *presses button*

Elevator doors close

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares ahead*

Lori: ...Why did you do that?

Scott: No one else was going to.

Lori: You could have been killed.

Scott: Yep.

Lori: You realize that was the stupidest thing in the world to do.

Scott: Mhm.

Lori: And yet you did it anyway.

Scott: Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Lori: *looks around* This doesn't look like Gotham City. Well, actually, if you think about it...

Scott: *laughs* I'm not Batman.

Lori: No you're just a young, handsome, wealthy influential member of society that owns a black Camaro and fights crime in his spare time.

Scott: Well actually, the Batmobile was originally based on a 1955 Ford Lincoln Futura concept car with later versions based loosely on the Buick Riviera and Chevrolet Caprice which continued to be messed around with until it ended up finally becoming a sort of armoured tank that was almost Hummer-like in design so comparing it to my Camaro would be slightly exaggerated.

Lori: *staring at Scott*

Scott: Besides, what kind of message is the guy sending? All those woman throwing themselves at a superhero who runs around the city essentially wearing a giant condom.

Elevator doors open

Scott: *steps off elevator*

Lori: *blinks*

Hotel room

Scott: *throws wallet onto table*

Lori: *walks in, shuts door*

Scott: *unbuttons shirt cuffs*

Lori: *walks over* Okay, I'm confused. What benefit is there to you by taking down 3 armed robbers and saving a bunch of people from losing their money and probably their lives?

Scott: What do you mean?

Lori: Incentive for personal gain. A reward, recognition for services rendered...possibility of 'getting some'?

Scott: *lifts brow* Uh...I don't mean to be vain here but I don't need to do much around you to 'get some'.

Lori: *slaps Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: So this isn't because of what happened in Texas.

Scott: *smile fades* It's not the first time I've tried to help.

Lori: You never shot anyone before. You didn't even hesitate. It looked like you were almost enjoying it.

Scott: Are you done discussing this?

Lori: No.

Scott: Well I am. I'll be in the shower. *walks into bathroom, shuts door*

Lori: *sigh*

Condo, 7pm

Calleigh: *walks in* Hey Anni! My shift ended early so I grabbed some Chinese food on the way back! ....Anni? *walks upstairs*

Bedroom

Calleigh: *pushes door open* Anni? Are you in here?

Anni: *lying in bed*

Calleigh: *steps in* What's wrong? *walks over, sits on bed*

Anni: *sobbing* I don't want to die.

Calleigh: *places hand on Anni's back*

Anni: *hugs pillow*

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

 

Awesome update!!

Can't wait to see what happens next!

 

Thanks so much for the reviews!

And yeah ^ that pretty much sums it up. :lol:

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Empire State Building, 8am

Bill: *extends hand* Have a seat.

Scott: *grabs chair, sits*

Bill: *sits* You look good.

Scott: Yeah well I'm just glad we're not having a swimsuit competition or you may not be saying the same thing.

Bill: *laughs*

Scott: *stares at Bill*

Bill: So. *claps* I've been speaking with the rest of the executives and managers at this branch and we're so pleased that you turned up alive and safe. Your contributions to this organization haven't gone un-noticed and we're prepared to offer you a hefty severance package.

Scott: Is that so.

Bill: We were thinking somewhere along the lines of...10 thou. Of course it won't be a lump sum but a series of cheques over let's say...a 12 month period.

Scott: So if I'm hearing this right, you're offering me about 850 bucks a month for a year.

Bill: *smiles* 833 to be exact. It's more than you would make working minimum wage, right? Just about twice as much.

Scott: *smiles*

Bill: I hope you'll understand that we couldn't give you as much as we would have liked. We've been pinching pennies lately what with all the smart businesses putting their money where it really counts.

Scott: Ah yes. The pockets of the board room chiefs.

Bill: I've been able to work around that. By taking money out of the various charity and memorial funding, they get to keep their money and the company doesn't lose out on big investment opportunities.

Scott: *nods* I'm sure the the charity and memorial societies will thank you.

Bill: They get plenty of funding from other companies, they don't need us. Besides, with the new plans I'm going to be green-lighting next week on my trip to Hong Kong, this company will see an increase so huge, we'll become bigger than, well, the biggest and most powerful organizations out there. I could buy an island.

Scott: Sounds like you have it all planned out.

Bill: *smiling* You going missing was the best thing that ever happened to me--the best thing that ever happened to this company! Well, no offense meant or anything.

Scott: None taken. I'm glad you're doing well.

Bill: So you'll take the severance package.

Scott: No. Keep it. *stands* I'll be just fine.

Bill: You sure?

Scott: *nods* Don't worry about it. It was great seeing you again.

Bill: *stands* You too.

Scott: *smiles* Good luck with everything. *extends hand*

Bill: *shakes Scott's hand* Back at ya. Oh, did you want someone to show you out?

Scott: I know the way down, thanks. *turns around, leaves*

Bill: *nods*

Street

Scott: *walks outside*

Lori: And?

Scott: Nothing ever changes.

Lori: Uh oh, it didn't go well?

Scott: It went fine. We ready to go?

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: ...What.

Lori: You're not going to dress up in a clown suit and start shooting from the watchtower, are you?

Scott: *lifts brow* Yesterday I was Batman and today I'm homicidal?

Lori: Just making sure is all. Man, I can't believe that in about 2 hours, I'm going to be Mrs. Finch.

Scott: *smiles* About damn time.

Lori: *laughs*

Trace Lab, 2 days later

Heather: *looking through microscope*

Jenna: And?

Heather: I can't tell.

Jenna: You can't tell if his hair's dyed?

Heather: Well it took so bloody long to get a sample and my eyesight sucks.

Jenna: Lemme see.

Heather: I got it.

Jenna: LET ME SEE. *pushes Heather*

Heather: *pushes Jenna* It's already up there on the big screen!

Jenna: But I wanna be like the CSIs and look at it in the microscope even though it's on the giant television screens all over the room! *stomps feet*

Heather: Too bad. I got here first.

Jenna: NOT FAIR.

Heather: We should run it through the GCMS.

Jenna: OH! NO! Can we run it through DNA?

Heather: *lifts brow* You want to run hair from Horatio Caine's head through the DNA mixer. What purpose could that possibly serve?

Jenna: Let's flip for it. *pulls out penny* Call it in the air. *flips coin*

Heather: HEADS! No! TAILS! HEADS!

Jenna: *looks down at coin* Tails.

Heather: DAMNIT.

Jenna: DNA it is.

Locker room, 3pm

Katie: *opens locker*

Speed: *walks in, slams kit into lockers*

Katie: *flinches*

Speed: *opens locker*

Katie: Not havin' a good day?

Speed: Shouldn't you be with some baby?

Katie: I handed her off to Josh, he has the week off and besides, he insisted. Guess the guy loves babies. So what are you so pissy about?

Speed: Someone peed in my crime scene.

Katie: *smirks, covers mouth*

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: Did they get any on ya?

Speed: Hilarious.

Katie: *smiles*

Gun slides out of locker, hits Katie in the head

Katie: OW! *holds head* Holy God, what the hell? *looks down at floor*

Speed: *smirks* You just made my day. Thank you.

Katie: Ha. HA. *looks at hand* I'm bleeding.

Speed: *reaches into locker, pulls out tissue* Here.

Katie: *snatches tissue* Ugh that hurt. Those guns are damned heavy. Oooh these are scented tissues. I didn't know you bought scented kleenex.

Speed: I don't. Calleigh was passing them out to everyone.

Katie: Well they're nice. *pulls off tissue, staggers forward* Agh.

Speed: *grabs Katie*

Katie: Hit me in the head a little harder than I thought...*lifts head*

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: ...What. Why are you looking at me like that?

Speed: Like what?

Katie: Like you used to.

Speed: You're imagining things. Probably from the hit to the head.

Katie: No. Remember the hotel room years ago?

Speed: *frowns* No.

Katie: We were lying in bed, really close to one another.

Speed: *lets go* I think you have a shift starting right about now.

Katie: And you asked me to marry you.

Speed: *places kit in locker*

Katie: You held me in your arms all night. It's the first time I'd ever seen you so warm, gentle...in love.

Speed: *closes locker* See you tomorrow. *walks away*

Katie: *leans against locker*

DNA Lab

Jenna: RESULTS ARE IN! RESULTS ARE IN! *jumps up and down*

Heather: This is the stupidest test ever. What a waste of the tax payers' money.

Jenna: And testing it for hair dye was any more useful?

Heather: My test involved an actual mystery. We already know the hair belongs to Horatio.

Jenna: *lifts paper* Not according to this.

Heather: What?

Jenna: Female.

Heather: WHAT!

Jenna: Ooh maybe we can't tell if the hair's dyed because it isn't. It's from natural red hair but it's from a WOMAN! *gasp* Horatio wears a wig!

Heather: Wigs don't have skin tags you idiot. *snatches paper* Jenna...this sample is part of a case file. Our test isn't finished running yet. *slaps Jenna*

Jenna: Oops. Would have been quite the story for your gossip column though. I could have seen the headline now: H is for Hermaphrodite.

Heather: *rolls eyes*

House, 1am

Katie: *looks at watch, running to door* Ugh that better be a really hot cable repair man or a magical ghost wanting to bring be to Christmas Past. *opens door*

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: ...Or this. Hi. Do you know what time it is?

Speed: May I come in?

Katie: Do you have a warrant?

Speed: *lifts brow*

Katie: *smiles* I've always wanted to say that. *steps aside*

Speed: *walks in*

Katie: *shuts door* What's on your mind?

Speed: You.

Katie: Well that seems to make sense seeing as you're at my house.

Speed: I wanted to apologize for walking out of the locker room the way I did today.

Katie: It's okay. Can I get you something? A beer, soda, water...marriage vows? Or did you leave those at home.

Speed: I came here to talk, nothing more.

Katie: Men don't drive all the way to someone's home just to 'talk'. You could have done that over the phone...*looks at watch* at a reasonable hour.

Speed: There's no such thing as a reasonable hour where we work.

Katie: True. But we're not at work.

Speed: You know what I mean.

Katie: *steps closer* Tim...why are you really here?

Speed: *lifts brow* To talk.

Katie: You didn't come here for any other reason.

Speed: I knew you just got off work so I stopped by.

Katie: You were already in the neighborhood?

Speed: I live 5 blocks away.

Katie: Wow. Really?

Speed: New place.

Katie: Huh. Well, okay then. You want a soda?

Speed: Sure.

Katie: *walks into kitchen*

Speed: *follows*

Kitchen

Katie: *opens fridge* I guess since you're apologizing for storming out, I should apologize for bringing up the past again. I know you hate that. *closes fridge, walks over* Here.

Speed: Thanks.

Katie: Um...but you were looking at me like that.

Speed: *frowns* Apologizing for bringing up the past should negate what you said about how I was looking at you which was completely false anyhow.

Katie: If it was so false then you shouldn't have stormed out which would completely negate your apology. HA.

Speed: Cute.

Katie: Face it, you still feel that way about me. *steps closer* Anni or no Anni.

Speed: Well right now there is an Anni so you can back off any second now. I came here to do what any fairly decent person would do and now I'm leaving.

Katie: *places hands on Speed's chest* You don't want to leave, just like you didn't want to leave that motel room. I can see it in your eyes.

Speed: You seem to be seeing a lot that isn't there. Are you on drugs or something?

Katie: *runs hand through Speed's hair*

Speed: *closes eyes, swallows* ...Katie. Enough.

Katie: *smiles* I certainly saw that.

Speed: What happened to you um...being all for um...being all for me fixing things?

Katie: You can't fix what doesn't want fixing. Otherwise she would be at home right now with you and you wouldn't have felt the need to come here.

Speed: I told you, I was here to talk.

Katie: Sure you were. *kisses Speed*

Speed: *shoves Katie against counter*

Katie: *grabs Speed's shoulder*

Speed: *slides hands down Katie's waist*

Katie: *knocks utensils off counter*

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