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Psychiatric facility, 10am
Scott: *steps in*
Lori: *sitting on bed, staring out window*
Scott: Lori.
Lori: *staring blankly*
Scott: *walks over, sits on bed* How are you doing?
Lori: *blinks*
Scott: *places hand on Lori's shoulder*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *smiles* Hi. Good morning.
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: I hear you're doing better.
Lori: I'm starting to think I need a sign around my neck that reads "00 days without incident".
Scott: *smiling*
Lori: So far, it's been about 80.
Scott: I'm glad to hear it.
Lori: How's Stephanie?
Scott: She's just fine. Growing like a weed. *lowers head* She misses you.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: I miss you.
Lori: *sigh* Scott, I've been doing some thinking. I'm...I'm a danger to Stephanie.
Scott: Just keep taking your medication, you'll be f-
Lori: No. No I...having me around is not what's best for her anymore.
Scott: There are kids out there a lot more worse off than Steph.
Lori: *shakes head* I don't want to put her through that again.
Scott: I'll be there, Lori. I'll make sure she's fine.
Lori: I know you will. You'll just have to do it without me.
Scott: She needs her mother.
Lori: She needs to be safe.
Scott: What am I supposed to say to her?
Lori: ...You're good at comforting people, you'll find something.
Scott: What about us?
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *reaches over, hugs Lori*
Lori: *sighs, wraps arms around Scott*
Scott: I'll never stop waiting for you, Lori.
Lori: *closes eyes*
Scott: I love you.
Lori: *hugs Scott tighter*
Scott: *lets go*
Lori: *leans back in bed*
Scott: So this is it.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: And I can't talk you out of it.
Lori: I think if you tried, your mother would kill you.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Take care of yourself.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: And remember the golden rule. "If you hear a fire alarm, get the hell away from harm".
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: And teach that to Steph too. Being related to you, I'm sure she'll need it.
Scott: *salutes* Will do. *stands, walks over to door*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *looks back* ...If you ever need anything...anything at all, my door's always open for you.
Lori: *looks down at lap*
Scott: *walks away*
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Outside, parkinglot
Scott: *walks over*
Speed: How'd it go?
Scott: We can go ahead and try our hand at the court stuff.
Speed: Good.
Scott: And then Stephanie and I will be heading to New York.
Speed: *lifts brow* What for?
Scott: Lori and I are separating. *gets into Hummer, shuts door*
Speed: *blinks* ...Wait,
what? *opens Hummer door*
Hummerhome, road, 4 months later
Delko: *punches Heather* PUNCH HUMMER YELLOW!
Heather: OW! *kicks Eric*
Delko: OW!
Heather: *rubs arm* It's punch BUGGIE you moron.
Delko: But we see a lot more Hummers.
Horatio: Now Eric, at least punch people when it's a pewter Hummer.
Ryan: You know what would be a lot more entertaining? SHOOT buggie. Except well, Speed can't play.
Speed: *frowns*
Anni: HEY. He shot his gun in Barbados!
Katie: Pfft yeah right.
Anni: It's true! Isn't it.
Speed: Yep.
Katie: His southern border doesn't count as a gun by the way.
Anni: No no. We were in a sewer with a 17-year old towel boy who kidnapped me and wanted to stab me because he was mad at Tim for being such a cruddy husband.
Katie: ...He wanted to stab
you.
Anni: And then Tim showed up and shot him.
Speed: That's not exactly how it happened. I didn't just shoot him.
Anni: Well no, he was trying to get away and you shot his knee cap.
Delko: Yeah right. I doubt Speed can go all Rambo on someone's ass.
Speed: No. Rambo would have killed the kid.
Katie: Right because you're big on restraint.
Speed: I haven't killed
you yet.
Katie: *smiles* That's 'cause you wub me.
Speed: *frowns* Unless by love, you mean 'absolutely despise beyond belief', then yes.
Katie: YAY! *hugs Speed*
Speed: *pushes Katie*
Katie: ACK! *falls onto floor* HORATIO! HE PUSHED ME AGAIN!
Horatio: Speed, the floor is for furniture, not Katie's buttocks.
Speed: My mistake.
Colton: It's okay, Katie looks a lot better when she's lying on her back anyway.
Katie: *frowns* Ha ha Katie's a slut. Hilarious.
Colton: We have the tape to prove it, sweetheart.
Katie: Anni did it too!
Colton: Anni wasn't sober.
Katie: That's it, this trip will go no further until us gals get a gay cowboy tape.
Heather: I VOLUNTEER RYAN!
Ryan: Let's not volunteer Ryan unless it involves something I actually want to do.
Katie: Fine. Speed, Eric, pants off.
Speed: *laughs*
Delko: *smiling* Katie's funny.
Katie: Katie's serious. It's only fair.
Speed: Only not.
Horatio: No more porn videos. Geez, when did you people get so dirty?
Colton: You were probably napping when it happened.
Horatio: I need to associate more with people my age.
Carly: Oh no problem, I have just the place for you. *opens laptop* We've all been researching. *clicks mouse* Oak Pines Mature Living.
Colton: And not in the way Katie thinks.
Katie: *rolls eyes*
Horatio: Where is this place?
Carly: Miami.
Horatio: I've never heard of it.
Carly: Yeah, well, apparently a
certain group of folks forgot that Miami is where America sends its old to die.
Horatio: *looks in rearview mirror* Sorry? I didn't catch that.
Carly: They have jacuzzis.
Horatio: Oooh.
Carly: And bridge on Mondays.
Horatio: I'm not sure that'll work. I'm busy on Mondays.
Colton: Oh come on, Horatio. You can stand in the middle of Oak Pines with your hands on your hips staring into the sunset just as easily as you can at the lab.
Horatio: But...I feel more important at the lab.
Ryan: No it's cool. I can be your stunt double at the lab. I just need to invest in some hair dye.
Horatio: What else does this Oak Pines place have?
Carly: Nap time at 5pm.
Horatio: I like nap time.
Carly: Unfortunately, their supply of Brazilian gang members ran out so you'll have to get your jollies from crossword puzzles.
Horatio: How about Miami gang members?
Speed: Fresh out.
Horatio: ...Russian mafia?
Delko: THE HORROR! *holds head*
Speed: Can't you go one day without pissing off every bloody mafia and gang on the planet?
Horatio: I never do anything. They get angry with me for no reason and then here I find out, I've got 13 000 hits on my head. That kind of weight can cause serious osteoporosis. It's probably why I only ever sidestep my way around town.
Delko: You think YOU have it bad, you should spend a day in my shoes. I started out a playboy newcomer with a good heart and
great hair and I turned into a brain damaged, hallucinating, drug dosed, balding 12-year old school boy illegal alien.
Calleigh: Oh yeah? At least you haven't been dumped into a canal, almost run over, kidnapped, held at gunpoint, caught in a fire, dangled over a gigantic hole in the floor trying to save a guy twice your size, suffocated with a plastic bag and involved in 12-year old school boy's inane fantasies, all in 13 inch heels.
Ryan: Yeah? Yeah? At least people don't constantly forget about you and then kick you when you're already down and make you look like the idiot in front of the entire lab and I HAVE BEEN FIRED SLASH SUSPENDED ONE TOO MANY GOD DAMN TIMES WHEN THE SHIT YOU PEOPLE DO SHOULD SEND YOU TO PRISON!
Speed: Try being dead.
Everyone: *looks at Speed*
Speed: You think
you're forgotten about? You think
you are constantly looking like the idiot? I don't think I've ever solved a case on my own according to the team. Because apparently, I'm so old, technology didn't exist. HO NO. Horatio has the pefect solve rate and he's older than the Earth itself. Oh and by the way Eric, you SUCK at finding evidence. When your own HEAD tells you that I'm better at it, maybe it's time you tacked a few more cheat sheets to your dashboard.
Everyone: *staring at Speed*
Speed: And Horatio, fuck you.
Horatio: *lifts brow*
Speed: I need a beer.
Anni: *pats Speed on the head*
TBC............................
