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Coral Gables, house, 11am
Josh: *walks in, shuts door*
Cait: *staring at television*
Josh: *looks over* Hey.
Cait: *flips channel*
Josh: Caitlin.
Cait: *rolls eyes* It's Cait.
Josh: *walks over* You're supposed to be in school.
Cait: Called in sick.
Josh: You're sick? With what?
Cait: Typhoid.
Josh: You don't have typhoid.
Cait: Yeah well the school doesn't know that. What the hell are
you doing home?
Josh: *smirks* I called in sick.
Cait: *looks at Josh* Homosexuality is a sickness now?
Josh: *walks over, sits* I wanted to spend some time with you guys.
Cait: *rolls eyes* Great, let's get out the Monopoly.
Josh: *stares at Cait*
Cait: Go back to work, homo.
Josh: *lowers eyes*
Cait: *staring at television*
Josh: *leans back against couch*
Cait: *angry sigh* If you're going to stay, why don't you at least make yourself useful and get me some cereal.
Josh: What kind do you want?
Cait: Reese Puffs. Don't put any milk in it, I hate milk.
Josh: *nods* Okay. *stands, walks away*
Cait: *flips channel*
10 minutes later
Josh: *walks over, sits*
Cait: *grabs bowl, looks down*
Josh: *looks at TV*
Cait: *throws bowl at Josh*
Cereal spills everywhere
Josh: *looks down*
Cait: There's too many peanut butter balls in that one. I like more chocolate than peanut butter.
Josh: *staring down at floor*
Cait: Well what are you waiting for? Clean it up.
Josh: Cait, I would like for
you to clean it up.
Cait: *lifts brow* Why?
Josh: How about because I said so.
Cait: *laughs* How about stick it.
Josh: *stares at Cait*
Cait: *waves hand* Chop chop.
Josh: *grabs remote, turns off television*
Cait: What the hell! I was watching that!
Josh: Now you aren't. Clean this mess up. Now.
Cait: You clean it.
Josh: *nods, reaches over to table, grabs phone* This your cellphone?
Cait: *frowning* Yeah.
Josh: *places phone into pocket* It's mine now.
Cait: HEY!
Josh: Clean this mess up then go upstairs and put on some proper clothes or the phone's off-limits for a week.
Cait: YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!
Josh: Okay, phone's gone.
Cait: I HAVE RIGHTS!
Josh: Not as many as you'd think, especially under my roof.
Cait: JOSH!
Josh: Two weeks. Would you like to go for three?
Cait: *frowning* Daddy, this isn't fair.
Josh: You'll thank me when you're older.
Cait: UGH! *runs upstairs, slams door*
Inside truck, road
Cait: *staring out window*
Josh: *turns wheel*
Cait: Where the hell are we going?
Josh: Where would you like to go?
Cait: You're asking
me?
Josh: We'll make a day of it. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. What do you like to do?
Cait: Hang out with my friends.
Josh: You're hanging out with me today.
Cait: *looks at watch* I'm supposed to be meeting my boyfriend in like, two hours.
Josh: Well I guess since you don't have your phone, you won't be able to call him and tell him you aren't going to make it.
Cait: Is this some kind of punishment because I called you a homo?
Josh: You consider spending time with your father a punishment?
Cait: Yes! I'd rather go back to school and watch my biology teacher pick his nose.
Josh: *smiles*
Cait: *frowns, slumps down in seat* Ugh...people can see us. I'm unpopular enough as it is.
Josh: *looks at Cait*
Cait: *leans head on window*
20 minutes later
Cait: *looks out window* Why the hell are we at a camping store?
Josh: *smiles* Because starting tomorrow, we're going camping.
Cait: Uh no
we are not.
Josh: Yes we are. 5 days of nature hikes, tenting, campfires and togetherness.
Cait: How the hell am I supposed to update my twitter if I'm in the middle of nowhere getting smoky and gross over a campfire?
Josh: You aren't.
Cait: You're so lame! I'm not camping!
Josh: *places truck into park, turns key* Come on, let's go pick out our tent.
Cait: *frowns*
Inside camping store
Josh: *grabs tag, looks down*
Cait: *crosses arms* Daddy, do you even know
how to put up a tent?
Josh: I went to a military academy when I was a kid, they taught us basic survival skills.
Cait: Was this an...all boys academy?
Josh: *looks at Cait*
Cait: *rolls eyes* You must have enjoyed it.
Josh: Before we leave tomorrow, I'm going to confiscate all of your phones, ipods, laptops, and
cigarettes.
Cait: *frowns* You don't have to be a bastard about it.
Josh: You just lost your phone for another week.
Cait: *angry sigh*
Miami Lab, 1pm
Speed: *walks over, stops*
Katie: *smiles* Hey, I paged you.
Speed: Where's Josh.
Katie: He's taking the week off. I had a tech run the samples. *hands over folder*
Speed: *opens folder, looks down*
Katie: They're a match to the reference sample H gave. You're looking at the same black tar heroin. The impurities are the same.
Speed: So the Colombians left the package next to the officer as a message.
Katie: *lifts brows* Colombians. When the hell did this become about Colombians? And I thought they were big on cocaine.
Speed: Tom won't talk and Connor, our Colombian friend in custody won't say anything either.
Katie: Does Lori know anything about him?
Speed: *lifts head*
Katie: She has connections.
Speed: I don't want to involve her.
Katie: Chances are she knows what's going on if Tom's involved.
Speed: *frowns*
Police Department
Lori: *stares through glass*
Speed: You know him?
Lori: ...
Speed: *places hand on Lori's shoulder* Lori, y-
Lori: *shrugs, steps back* Don't touch me.
Speed: *nods*
Lori: His name is Connor Torres. He was born in the US and moved to Colombia with his father when he was 15. He was in charge of one of the camps for about 8 months.
Speed: How did you meet?
Lori: I was
given to him for his birthday.
Speed: *looks through glass*
Lori: His dealers aren't your typical thugs either. They're all kids. Maybe early teens.
Speed: How old were you when you two first met?
Lori: Nine.
Speed: *walks away*
Lori: *crosses arms*
Interrogation room
Connor: *scratches head*
Speed: *walks in, throws folder onto table*
Connor: When do I get my phone call?
Speed: When I get my information.
Connor: I didn't catch your name Detective...
Speed: Speedle.
Connor: *smiles* Now you wouldn't know Lori, would ya?
Speed: The heroin we pulled from one of your men was a match to the heroin left at a police officer's murder scene.
Connor: What men? Anybody could have been at the Port.
Speed: If you tell me the names of the schools you frequent to pass off your stash to your kiddie dealers, maybe you can cut a deal with the DA.
Connor: *stares at Speed, smiling* She was my bitch.
Speed: *writing in folder*
Connor: A real trooper. Some of the time, she even seemed to like it.
Speed: *lifts eyes*
Connor: Ooh. Anger. Are you sure you can work my case without risking a...what do they call it...conflict of interest? I'm sure my lawyer will be intrigued. By the way, the person who processed this so-called heroin isn't *laughs*
related to her in any way either, right?
Speed: *closes folder* Keep marinating. *stands, walks away*
Connor: *smiling*
PD, hallway
Horatio: *staring into room*
Speed: *walks over*
Horatio: Did Katie directly handle the heroin?
Speed: She's not authorized to process it. She would have had to give it to a lab tech.
Horatio: But the information came from her.
Speed: She passed on the file, she didn't handle the evidence.
Horatio: Okay. I'll handle this case. Eric just got a call-out, I want you to go with him.
Speed: I hope that prick isn't going to walk.
Horatio: We'll see how things go. In the meantime, you're hands off.
Speed: Of the case, or him?
Horatio: *puts on shades, walks away*
Speed: *places hands in pockets*
TBC..............................