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

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Manhattan, Empire State Building, 10am, 10 days later

Kimberly: This office is too small.

Scott: *walks over to shelf, grabs book*

Kimberly: Scotty, this office is too small.

Scott: I understand that.

Kimberly: Why do they have to be here?

Amy: *looks over*

Kimberly: And who's that dude?

Amy: His name is James Terwilliger. He owns this firm.

Kimberly: Well congratulations to him. You're in my space, James.

James: We're on our side.

Kimberly: I require more space. You need to move.

James: Where? Outside?

Kimberly: You're in my chair.

James: This chair was empty when I got here.

Kimberly: It's mine. I wanted it.

James: Fine, you want the chair? I'll give you the chair.

Kimberly: I don't want that chair anymore. Not after you sat in it.

James: Then why are you grilling me about the damned chair?

Kimberly: Just so you know I wanted it.

James: You're interrupting my phone call with a client because you wanted this chair but you don't want it anymore. Is that right?

Kimberly: Yes.

James: And you're a CEO?

Kimberly: *frowns*

James: Who'd you have to sleep with to get that job?

Kimberly: Excuse me but I worked very hard to get my job. *slaps Scott* Haven't I.

James: I don't think street corners count as acceptable 'work'.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Amy: *looks at James* ...If we're to get along, we all need to treat each other with respect. I don't think that's too much to ask. *looks at Kimberly*

Kimberly: *frowns*

James: I need to make a call. *stands, walks away*

Kimberly: I need a smoke. *walks away*

Amy: *stares at laptop, types*

Scott: *looks up at television*

Amy: *looks over at Scott*

Scott: *staring at television*

Amy: ...I'm sorry about my boss. He's not usually like this.

Scott: It's okay.

Amy: And I'm sure your boss isn't normally like that either.

Scott: Actually, she is.

Amy: Oh.

Scott: I get the feeling it's going to be an interesting 8 weeks.

Tom: *knocks on door frame*

Scott: *looks at door* ...Tom.

Tom: *glances at Amy*

Amy: *staring at Tom*

Tom: I need to talk to you.

Scott: What's on your mind?

Tom: Lori.

Scott: Miss Walker, would you mind giving us a few minutes?

Amy: Not at all. *stands, walks over to door*

Tom: *looks at Amy*

Amy: *walks away*

Tom: *looks back*

Scott: ...Tom.

Tom: Huh? *looks at Scott*

Scott: You wanted to talk about Lori.

Tom: Right. *shuts door, steps over* She's...here in New York. She's back?

Scott: Yes.

Tom: How is she?

Scott: As well as can be expected.

Tom: Good, good.

Scott: You came all the way out here to see how she's doing? There's a phone for that.

Tom: *shakes head* Actually, I came out for a different reason. I stopped by a Jersey graveyard.

Scott: *smirks*

Tom: But you should know what happened with Lori when you left.

Scott: I don't want to know.

Tom: Why?

Scott: Because I'm not stupid. I know her.

Tom: ...Not exactly how you imagined your marriage, huh.

Scott: I had no expectations when I became involved with Lori.

Tom: *nods* ...I guess I should go then.

Scott: Yes.

Tom: *walks away*

Scott: *sigh*

Hallway

Tom: *presses elevator button*

Amy: *places cup under water cooler*

Tom: *looks over*

Amy: *presses down lever*

Tom: Nice ass.

Amy: *lifts eyes*

Tom: Especially for someone who sits on it all day.

Amy: *stands straight, smirks* Well if law doesn't work out, at least dancing around a pole's in my favour.

Tom: *lifts brow*

Amy: *sips water*

Tom: You're supposed to be offended.

Amy: *smiles* How can I be offended by something that's true?

Tom: *stares at Amy*

Amy: *extends hand* Amy Walker.

Tom: *looks down at Amy's hand* ...Tom. *blinks* Carter. *grabs Amy's hand*

Amy: Are you and Scott friends?

Tom: I wouldn't go that far. *crosses arms*

Amy: That's unfortunate.

Tom: And why's that?

Amy: It means I probably won't see you again.

Tom: *stares at Amy*

Amy: *smiles* I'm not the only one with a nice ass. *winks, walks away*

Tom: *blinks*

Outside Empire State Building, 4pm

Scott: *walks out*

Tom: *lights cigarette*

Scott: *looks at watch, walks to end of sidewalk*

Tom: Finch!

Scott: *turns around*

Tom: *runs over* Funny finding you here.

Scott: ...I work here.

Tom: Where's that woman who works in your office?

Scott: I...think she left early to pick up her daughter from the sitter. Why?

Tom: You wouldn't happen to have her phone number...

Scott: *tilts head* Excuse me?

Tom: Official police business.

Scott: How?

Tom: I'm a cop and I officially want her number.

Scott: *laughs* Wow, you really are one horny bastard.

Tom: She's not married, is she?

Scott: No, not that it would stop you.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *looks down at cellphone*

Tom: *grabs Scott's phone*

Scott: *lifts head*

Tom: *presses buttons*

Scott: *frowns*

Tom: Amy Walker. 555-0179. Thanks. *tosses phone*

Scott: *catches phone*

Tom: *walks away*

Scott: *shakes head*

Brooklyn, brownstone, 6pm

Scott: *shuts door*

Lori: *walks over, smiling* Hi. *kisses Scott* Dinner's ready.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's cheek*

Lori: *smiling*

Scott: *leans forward, kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: *lowers head*

Scott: How was your day?

Lori: Stephanie and I went to the fabric store.

Scott: The fabric store.

Lori: I wanted to make Steph a new blanket. She kept draggin' the old one around and it got ratty.

Scott: Can I see the material?

Lori: *stares at Scott* Sure.

Upstairs, office

Scott: *steps in*

Lori: *picks up material*

Scott: Teddies.

Lori: It was either that or cookies.

Scott: Right.

Lori: *sits in chair* I got a...a pattern and everything. Thought I'd fire up that sewing machine my mother gave me.

Scott: *kneels, takes Lori's hand*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: ...How can I help you?

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Empire State Building, large office, 9am

Bob: *opens door, peeks in* Sir? You wanted to see me?

Scott: Come on in. *steps around desk* Shut the door.

Bob: *walks over, shuts door* Why did I just have to get through 2 security checkpoints to see you? And why are we in the database room?

Scott: You majored in data research and recovery, correct?

Bob: Yeah.

Scott: I need you to do some...research. *slides laptop over*

Bob: *looks at laptop* Great. Is this for Finance again? Because those guys sure like to screw up the matrix.

Scott: I need you to track down a...company from Colombia.

Bob: ...But sir, our international clientel only extends to China and Mexico, we haven't even p-

Scott: *hands over folder* When you've finished tracking them down, I want you to fax me all the information and call up the contacts in that folder. Tell them Scott Finch needs a favour. Think you can handle that?

Bob: ...Is this work-related?

Scott: It doesn't leave this room. Got it?

Bob: *nods*

Scott: Thank you. I appreciate it.

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

 

ANNI! *tackles*

Thanks so much for the reviews! And apologies for not getting a chapter up sooner, I've been doing some bedroom demolition this week. :/

Mwahaha...sneaky Scotty. See? He and Lori are meant for each other. :lol:

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Miami lab, 3 months later

Horatio: *walks in* Speed.

Speed: *lifts head*

Horatio: Tell me something good.

Speed: Got through the red tape from the feds. Vegetation inside the warehouse from 3 months ago is wetland rainforest, namely African Palm.

Horatio: South America.

Speed: *nods* I spoke to some experts and they say it's most likely from an area of Colombia named Riosucio. It's a small town that borders Panama and it's inaccessible by air and vehicles. Quickest way to get there is by river.

Horatio: Makes sense if our drug runner friends want some seclusion and access to the waterways.

Speed: Not to mention there's a big cattle and forestry industry so with the right connections, one can get pretty far in the import/export business.

Horatio: Have you got a name for our friends?

Speed: Feds faxed me over the information. Pesadilla. It's Spanish for n-

Horatio: Nightmare. Okay so we know what these people are about. Do we know who their American affiliates are?

Speed: All we know is they're recruiting children to peddle their stuff. NYPD hit a brick wall when Homeland got involved and our investigation halted once Connor died. It's been months, our leads are long gone.

Horatio: Not...all of them.

Interrogation room

Tom: *leaning back in chair*

Speed: *sits* What happened in Colombia?

Tom: *stares at Speed*

Speed: How did you get hooked?

Tom: I wasn't as great being undercover as I arrogantly expected. Um...I'm not going to sit here and tell you I had a gun pointed to my head or anything but basically, I was told to take a hit and I did. I screwed up and when I got back, I was taken off the case.

Speed: *nods* What was the nature of your investigation?

Tom: Drug cartels were coming in off the coast and being distributed through the school system. We found that the food in some of the junior highs were laced with heroin and that was only found out once 7 students died of overdoses within the same week. We believed at the time it was a way to attack American youth and send a message but eventually, it evolved into a business and kids began to be involved with the actual selling.

Speed: Okay. So you knew who the men um, in the warehouse were from your previous stint.

Tom: Yes.

Speed: You bought heroin from children.

Tom: ...Yes.

Speed: I need you to tell me which schools you went to.

Tom: *shakes head, looks down at table*

Speed: Tom, listen to me...they're going to kill you. You're the last target and you have the most information. We need this to get them so you need to start cooperating.

Tom: I can't.

Speed: Why not?

Tom: *crosses arms*

Speed: I just need a school name. We'll do the rest. Tom...killing Connor didn't make the problem go away.

Tom: Do you realize who these people are?

Speed: We can assign you protection. And on top of that, you're a police officer, w-

Tom: I don't want protection. I want to live my life while I still have it.

Horatio: *takes off shades* You're obstructing justice, Detective.

Tom: What makes you so sure I know anything?

Horatio: The crack house you traveled to in order to buy your drugs was in the vicinity of 2 Miami schools. I want to know which one had the dealers and I don't want to hear you say you don't know.

Tom: *looks out window* ...Miami Senior High.

Horatio: *nods* Thank you. *walks away*

Tom: *lowers head*

Speed: You're doing a good thing.

Tom: Doesn't feel like it. Feels like I'm just ruining more lives.

Speed: *closes folder* All you need to worry about now is getting your own life together.

Empire State Building, 79th floor office

Scott: *unpacks box*

Lori: *knocks on door frame*

Scott: *lifts head, smiles* Hi.

Lori: *steps in* Hey.

Scott: Where's Stephanie?

Lori: She's playing in the reception area. The girls out there are drooling over her.

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *looks around* Wow, new office.

Scott: They just finished remodeling.

Lori: It's nice.

Scott: *sits on desk* So what brings you up here?

Lori: Just wanted to visit. *bites nail*

Scott: Seems like something's on your mind.

Lori: Does it?

Scott: Yes.

Lori: Oh. *steps closer* Well I um...no, I just wanted to see you, is all. I kinda miss hangin' out with you. Y'know 'cause you've been working 9-5 and I've been lookin' out for Steph and we never have any husband/wife time.

Scott: *nods slowly*

Lori: That and we've been a bit...disconnected lately.

Scott: I apologize.

Lori: *smirks, lowers head* It's not your fault.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Maybe I got a little bit ahead of myself before when I said I wasn't going to let this thing hold me back.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's cheek* It's okay.

Lori: No it's not. I mean you're...as far as I've heard, a regular guy. You have needs, right?

Scott: Your needs come first.

Lori: No see that's not fair. You deserve to have a healthy wife. So I'll do whatever you need.

Scott: Lori, I want you to be healthy and happy but not for me, for you. You understand what I'm saying? You're not my pet, I don't own you.

Lori: Right, I-I know that. *grabs Scott's tie, fiddles with it* I just...I want to be there for you, I don't want you to always have to be my support all the time.

Scott: I appreciate that.

Lori: So what are you working on today?

Scott: *smiles* Unpacking.

Lori: Yeah I can see all the boxes.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: See this is awkward. *rubs forehead* It doesn't feel like...I just want to feel the way I felt about you when we first met.

Scott: You didn't like me when we first met.

Lori: Yeah but at least it wasn't weird. You know?

Scott: What's weird about us now?

Lori: I don't know. Maybe it's this job of yours and all this money and this city with everything happening at warp speed...*looks around* I mean, look at it. You're this big corporate guy with all these employees that look to you and respect you and you have this commanding presence about you and...y'know I'm not this angry, intense person anymore...everything scares the crap out of me. You intimidate me.

Scott: ...I intimidate you.

Lori: Yeah. There, I said it.

Scott: Um...okay.

Lori: And like I said, it's probably because of what happened to me and I got way ahead of myself with you in Miami.

Scott: *scratches eyebrow*

Lori: I'm sorry, I'll just go. *turns around*

Scott: Whoa, hey. *takes Lori's elbow* You don't have to apologize to me, Lori. I might not entirely understand what you're going through but you don't have to do this alone. We can work this through. A little at a time, whatever makes you comfortable.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: It'll be okay. I promise.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: *grabs Scott's face, kisses him*

Scott: *blinks*

Amy: *walks in* I have the last box from downstairs, I thought you might w...

Scott: *lifts head*

Amy: Oh I'm sorry! I'll come back.

Scott: No. No, it's okay.

Lori: *wipes lips*

Scott: This is my wife. Lori.

Amy: OH! *smiles* Hi! *runs over, grabs Lori's hand* It's great to finally meet you, Scott's told me so much about you!

Lori: *looks at Scott* Has he.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *looks at Amy* And who the hell are you?

Amy: Amy Walker. I work downstairs but Scott and I shared an office for 8 weeks while they fixed everything up here.

Lori: Uh huh.

Amy: We actually met in Lower Manhattan quite a few years ago.

Lori: What'd he do, save your life?

Amy: *smiles* As a matter of fact, he did.

Scott: Uh...I'm going to go fire some employees. Excuse me. *stands, leaves*

Lori: *frowns*

Amy: *looks around*

Miami Lab, hallway, 3pm

Speed: *walking down hallway*

Anni: *runs over* Hey.

Speed: Hey, you off?

Anni: Yeah, listen...how do you feel about turning the office into a nursery?

Speed: *looks a Anni*

Anni: *smiles*

Speed: *stops walking*

Anni: *smiling*

Speed: Y-You're serious, right?

Anni: Yup!

Speed: *smiles*

Anni: HEE! *jumps up and down* WE WIN!

Speed: This is wonderful news. *wraps arms around Anni*

Anni: *hugs Speed*

Speed: I have to get back to work but I should be home later tonight.

Anni: I'll be waiting.

Speed: *kisses Anni* See you later.

Anni: *smiles*

Speed: *walks away*

Anni: *looks around* ...I WIN!

Trace lab

Speed: *flips pipet into air, grabs orange cone*

Katie: *steps into doorway*

Speed: *hums, opens GCMS*

Katie: *lifts brow*

Speed: *presses buttons, turns around*

Katie: *stares at Speed*

Speed: What.

Katie: In a good mood?

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: *walks over* Eric wanted me to pick up the results from his case if you have them.

Speed: Yeah, I should have them over here. *walks over to drawer, opens it*

Katie: Thanks.

Speed: *picks up folder* Here it is. *walks over, throws folder onto table*

Katie: *grabs folder, opens it*

Speed: *takes off gloves, leans on table*

Katie: Interesting.

Speed: *smiles* Science is very interesting.

Katie: *lifts head* Are you on drugs?

Speed: *smile fades*

Katie: Sorry, it just automatically comes to mind whenever I speak to someone who's a partial match to Lori.

Speed: I'm...having a good day. Well, at least I am now.

Katie: Why? You solve the meaning of life?

Speed: *laughs*

Katie: *smiles nervously* Okay, you're freaking me out.

Speed: Anni's pregnant.

Katie: *lifts brows* Huh. And you're...happy about that.

Speed: Yes.

Katie: *frowns*

Speed: *sigh* Come on, Katie.

Katie: *crosses arms*

Speed: I don't want to fight with you.

Katie: ...Me neither.

Speed: *nods*

Katie: I'm...happy for you.

Speed: Thank you.

Katie: *walks around table, hugs Speed*

Speed: *looks down*

Katie: *lets go* Good luck and all that.

Speed: That means a lot to me.

Katie: I'm sure.

Speed: But don't tell Anni that I told you. I don't know if she wanted anyone to know.

Katie: My lips are sealed.

Speed: Katie...

Katie: *smiles* What? I swear.

Speed: Sure.

Katie: *runs away*

Speed: *frowns* I need to stop talking to her.

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

 

Thanks so much for the review!

^ Yep, Speed threw a bit of compassion his way.

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Empire State Building, elevator, 8:30am

Amy: *presses button*

Lori: Hold the elevator! *runs*

Amy: *grabs door*

Lori: *runs in, places Steph on floor*

Amy: Oh, is that Scott's little one?

Lori: Our little one.

Amy: *smiles* Of course. What floor?

Lori: 79.

Amy: *presses button*

Lori: *stares at door*

Amy: Where did you and Scott meet?

Lori: Therapy. I guess saving your ass must have messed him up.

Amy: *laughs*

Lori: Gee, you're heading to the 79th too. You forget what floor you work on?

Amy: Scott took one of my boxes by mistake, I'm going to get it back.

Lori: Uh huh. You know, Scott and I had sex last night.

Amy: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *smiles* Just thought you'd like to know.

Amy: *lifts brow* ...I didn't but...thank you.

Lori: *leans over* Oh and he's great in bed.

Amy: *clears throat* Should you really be talking about this with your daughter in the same elevator?

Lori: She's cool with it.

Amy: ...Right.

Office

Lori: *walks in, smiles* Hey.

Scott: *lifts head*

Amy: *walks in* Sorry to bother you again, I think you took one of my boxes.

Scott: *smiles* My mistake. Feel free to look through the ones against the wall.

Amy: Thanks. *walks over to boxes*

Lori: *steps over* Okay so here's a bag full of Stephanie's snacks and toys. *slams bag into Scott*

Scott: Oof. *wraps arms around bag*

Lori: Now, she should have about an hour nap after lunch so no sugar in the afternoon. I will be downtown at my interview and my phone will be off so no eventful afternoons, got it?

Scott: Loud and clear.

Lori: *gets to tippie toes, kisses Scott*

Scott: *closes eyes*

Lori: OKAY! *claps* Job gettin' time! Will you be okay with Steph here?

Scott: I'm sure everything will be fine.

Lori: *kneels* Stephanie!

Steph: *runs over*

Lori: *hugs Steph* Mommy will be back later this afternoon. Look after Dad.

Steph: Okay Momma.

Lori: *stands, walks away*

Scott: *stares at door*

Amy: *turns around* She's...a handful.

Scott: *places bag on table* She's excited.

Amy: *opens box* Yeah...she seemed real excited in the elevator about her sex life.

Scott: *looks at Amy*

Amy: *smirking, grabs box*

Scott: ...I'm sorry. Lori isn't the most trusting person. I'm sure she'll get over it.

Amy: It's okay.

Scott: *sits at desk*

Steph: *climbs onto chair*

Scott: *opens folder*

Steph: Can I have a snack, Daddy?

Scott: *looks at watch* Uh...sure. *opens bag, pulls out crackers*

Steph: *snatches crackers, smiles* Thankies!

Scott: *smiles*

Amy: She's adorable.

Scott: *places hand on Steph's head* That she is.

Steph: *munches crackers*

Midtown Manhattan

Lori: *turns wheel* Okay...west 58th street...Plaza Hotel...okay over there's the Trump Tower...geez that's one ugly building.

Sirens are heard

Lori: *looks in rearview mirror* Damnit.

Side of the street

Lori: *opens glove compartment, presses button*

Window slides down

Lori: *sigh*

Cop: *walks over*

Lori: *looks out window*

Cop: *pulls out pad and pen* Do you know why I stopped you today?

Lori: No sir.

Cop: Okay. You have a tail light out.

Lori: ...I see.

Cop: Could I see your license and proof of insurance?

Lori: Of course. *hands over wallet*

Cop: *opens wallet* Sit tight, I'll be right back.

Lori: *nods*

Cop: *walks away*

Lori: *leans on door, rubs forehead*

5 minutes later

Cop: *walks over* Ma'am, could you step out of the vehicle, please?

Lori: Sure. *opens door*

Cop: *places hand on weapon*

Lori: *looks at Cop, steps out of car*

Cop: Just come step over here near the front of my cruiser.

Lori: *walks over to vehicle*

Cop: With your permission, I'd like to search the contents of your vehicle.

Lori: Feel free.

Cop: *steps behind Lori* Before I do that, I'm going to detain you for my safety. I'm not arresting you. Do you understand?

Lori: Yes sir.

Cop: *slaps cuffs onto Lori* Have a seat on the front of my car here.

Lori: *turns around, leans against car*

Cop: *opens door*

Lori: *looks around*

Cop: *lifts seats*

Lori: *angry sigh*

5 minutes later

Cop: *walks over* Where are your keys?

Lori: My pocket.

Cop: I'm going to reach into your pocket and take the keys so I can pop the trunk. *grabs Lori's jeans*

Lori: *flinches, shifts sideways*

Cop: *lifts head* Relax.

Lori: Yes sir.

Cop: Do you have anything on you that I might need to know about?

Lori: No sir.

Cop: You sure? You seem kind of nervous.

Lori: You ever meet anyone pulled over by the cops that isn't nervous?

Cop: I'm going to get your keys. *reaches into pocket, grabs keys*

Lori: *nods*

Cop: *presses button*

Trunk opens

Cop: *walks over to trunk, clicks on flashlight*

Lori: If you're looking for drugs, you might try dealers instead of the trunk of my Lexus.

Cop: *turns around, walks over* Does your probation officer know you're in New York?

Lori: Yes sir.

Cop: Okay. Turn around.

Lori: *stands straight, turns around*

Cop: *takes cuffs off*

Lori: *blinks*

Cop: Make sure you get that tail light fixed.

Lori: You're releasing me?

Cop: Yep. I can only guess with your rap sheet, you're not using to hearing that.

Lori: *smirks* You'd guess right.

Cop: *hands over wallet* Take it easy, alright?

Lori: Thank you sir. *grabs wallet*

Cop: *gets into car*

Lori: *looks around* ...That was freaky.

Empire State Building, 12pm

Steph: *runs around office*

Scott: *on telephone* Yes I understand that but if our client wants a perfect market, maybe they shouldn't be investing their money.

Steph: *running around*

Scott: *looks at Steph* Uh...well I-

Steph: *jumps up onto window sill*

Scott: STEPHANIE!

Steph: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *hangs up phone, walks over*

Steph: *staring at Scott*

Scott: *picks up Steph, closes window*

Bob: *walks in* The Board of Directors just called, they need to see you.

Scott: Conference room 1?

Bob: Yes sir.

Scott: Great. Can you make sure Stephanie here stays busy while I'm in the meeting?

Bob: Perfect, some of the girls were wondering if they were ever going to hang out with her today.

Scott: *smiles* I shouldn't be long.

Conference room

Scott: *grabs chair, sits*

Executive: Okay, now that we're all here, we can go forward with this. Miss Eastwood, you are here before the Board because of a statement by Mister Finch and 25 other witnesses claiming you assaulted him 5 months ago. Now this was after you allegedly solicited him in order to facilitate your personal motives within the company. We have the tape as evidence that clearly proves this. We're here to determine whether or not your position as this company's CEO will remain valid after today. After revewing the evidence, we've determined that you will no longer retain your position in this company.

Kimberly: That's not fair!

Executive: I will put the motion forward to name Scott Finch as APL Manhattan's CEO.

Scott: *looks at Executive* Excuse me?

Executive: You don't automatically attain the position after the current CEO is relieved but we've taken a vote and if you're willing, the job is yours. Again.

Scott: *looks at Kimberly*

Kimberly: *lowers head*

Executive: You've already been holding this company together.

Scott: No. No, that's not a fair assumption. Miss Eastwood has done a lot for this company.

Kimberly: *looks at Scott*

Scott: We all have our bad days and I don't think Kim is very proud about what she did. Bringing this evidence forward was the right thing to do because her behaviour was absolutely deplorable, but it's my opinion and my hope that something can be done without the loss of her career.

Executive: You realize this was criminal behaviour.

Scott: Yes.

Executive: Then what do you suggest should happen?

Scott: Maybe...unpaid leave followed by an extensive pay cut.

Kimberly: You BASTARD.

Scott: *looks at Kimberly*

Executive: That's it. A pay cut.

Scott: Clearly it hurts.

Executive: I think there should be more of a punishment than a pay cut.

Scott: This isn't a court room. So unless this company wants to charge Miss Eastwood with a crime, my suggestion stands. However, if something like this happens again, I will recommend the police be involved.

Executive: *looks at Kimberly* Your salary will be dropped from 80 million a year to 1 million until further notice. It will take effect immediately after you return from a 2 week unpaid leave of absence. The money you won't be getting will be donated to our various charities.

Kimberly: *frowns* So let me get this straight. You people can order me around like I'm a peon?

Scott: You put this Board in place for checks and balances. You abused your power and now you're being called out on it. Isn't this what you wanted?

Kimberly: I didn't think I'd get called out.

Scott: You're not the exception to the rules.

Kimberly: *sigh*

Miami Lab, 3pm

Speed: *staring through microscope*

Katie: *walks in* Okay, I found this magazine at the doctor's office and I'm going to test your parental skills to see if you're fit to be a dad.

Speed: *lifts head*

Katie: *looks down* Question 1. How old are you?

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: Okay, question 2. How much free time do you usually have on any given day?

Speed: I work.

Katie: That doesn't answer the question.

Speed: *angry sigh* ...I can't believe I'm even participating in this. Maybe 3-5 hours a night.

Katie: Do you have a partner?

Speed: No, I'm the pregnant one.

Katie: *checks off boxes* How much extra cash do you have?

Speed: Enough.

Katie: Is your living situation stable?

Speed: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Katie: Do you have a house, are you in a nice neighborhood? You know..stability.

Speed: I guess.

Katie: Are you able to spend at least 3-6 weeks at home being a parent?

Speed: Apparently this test doesn't apply to cops.

Katie: Have you ever been responsible for taking care of a baby?

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: *lifts head*

Speed: Katie...you know that answer.

Katie: Right. *looks down, scribbles* Zero.

Speed: Just put one.

Katie: Do you know how often a baby needs to sleep and eat? And do you know how to burp them? Do you know how to potty train?

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: I thought so. *scribbles* Why does a baby cry?

Speed: ...There's a reason?

Katie: Tim, come on!

Speed: There are a lot of reasons. They could be sick, hungry, dirty, just wanting to get some attention uh...wow that reminds me a lot of Lori.

Katie: *smirks* Okay, next question. Do you smoke, drink or use illegal drugs?

Speed: *stares at Katie* ...Not anymore.

Katie: You sure?

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: Ugh, fine. *writes* Do you like to help people?

Speed: *looks around* They have jobs that allow you to do that?

Katie: Stop being a smartass.

Speed: *smirks*

Katie: Do you nurture?

Speed: I thought you knew me.

Katie: Well you and Lori were awesome...at least when she was young and...not messed up. *looks down* Here's an important one. Why do you want a baby?

Speed: *leans on table* Uh...pretty sure I already told you. And then you said I'd be a horrible father and then we had this big dinner and you shot my wife.

Katie: *scratches head* ...Ya huh, let's not talk about that.

Speed: Thought so.

Katie: Are you easily frustrated?

Speed: *glares*

Katie: *clears throat* I guess that answers that. Okay! Let's tabulate your score.

5 minutes later

Katie: *flips page* Alright. You are, for the most part, ready to have a child. However, there are areas you need to work on. Your weakest point is 'Emotional Maturity'.

Speed: *nods slowly*

Katie: *smiles* Heeey this test is pretty accurate.

Speed: Are you finished?

Katie: Yep! Thanks! *runs away*

Speed: *sigh*

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

 

Hee! Thanks so much for the reviews! *huggles*

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Empire State Building, 4pm

Lori: *steps into lobby* Okay...*presses elevator button* please don't be full, I do not want to have to make awkward conversati-

Elevator doors open

Tom: *lifts head*

Lori: *looks at Tom* ...-on.

Tom: *smiles* Lori.

Lori: ...What uh...what are you doing here?

Tom: Visiting a friend. I had a couple days off. *steps off elevator* You going up to see Scott? *holds door*

Lori: *looks into elevator* Uh...yeah I was going to pick up Steph and take her out to eat. Scott has to work a little longer today. I didn't know you had...friends.

Tom: *laughs* It's hard to believe, I know.

Lori: You seem...happy. *grabs Tom's arm, rolls up sleeve*

Tom: *looks down*

Lori: Huh. Where'd you inject it? Between your toes?

Tom: If you'd like, you can check my toes.

Lori: Sorry...I'm just not used to...*grabs Tom's face* wow you're making direct eye contact. And your pupils look so normal.

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: *lets go, steps back* ...Your sobriety seems to be going well.

Tom: *leans against elevator* You getting on or not?

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: I could go up with you, we can catch up.

Lori: No. No um...I...*lowers head*...that's not a good idea.

Tom: Understandable.

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Tom: Is everything okay?

Lori: I love Scott.

Tom: ...That's great. What does that have to do with anything?

Lori: I love him.

Tom: Okay you do realize you're saying this outloud, right?

Lori: *blinks* I am?

Tom: Yes.

Lori: *covers eyes* Oh crap. I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete dolt.

Tom: *looks around* Um...maybe you should head upstairs.

Lori: Where will you be?

Tom: ...At my hotel.

Lori: Oh. Which one?

Tom: You should go get your daughter.

Lori: *laughs* Right. Um, it was good to see you.

Tom: You too. *smiles*

Lori: *looks down at floor* You're a womanizing dick.

Tom: ...Okay.

Lori: And you clean up horribly.

Tom: *looks down at clothes*

Lori: You also smell... *sigh* terrible.

Tom: Maybe I should take off now. I wouldn't want to leave a stench in the elevator or anything. *walks away*

Lori: NO! Um..I mean, no, we should definitely catch up. Come on. *grabs Tom's arm, runs into elevator*

Inside elevator

Lori: *staring at Tom*

Tom: *scratches head*

Lori: You have great hair.

Tom: ...Are you hitting on me?

Lori: No. No I'm not. I'm paying you a compliment. Two very different things.

Tom: Uh huh.

Lori: *bites nails*

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *smiles* Hi.

Tom: *looks up at door* Doesn't this thing go any faster?

79th floor

Lori: *opens office door*

Scott: *looks over, smiles* Hey.

Lori: *walks in* Where is she?

Scott: Sleeping under my desk.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: It was her fort.

Lori: I see.

Tom: *steps over to door*

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Lori: I'm going to go wake her up. *walks over to desk*

Scott: Great. I just have to step out for a second, I'll be back. *walks away*

Outside office

Scott: *shuts door* Apparently a thousand miles isn't much of a barrier.

Tom: I was here on another matter and I don't have to answer to you.

Scott: *frowns*

Tom: *walks away*

Scott: *places hands on hips*

Lori: *walks over* Okay, we're off. What time will you be home?

Scott: Around 7.

Lori: Great. *walks away*

Outside Empire State Building

Lori: *grips Steph's hand* Alright, hold Mommy's hand tight.

Steph: *nods*

Tom: *steps out from building*

Lori: *looks back, smiles*

Tom: *walks over* You need a cab too?

Lori: I'm getting my tail light fixed. OH hey, why don't we share a cab?

Tom: No.

Lori: *looks at Tom* ...No?

Tom: I don't want to share a cab with you.

Lori: Why?

Tom: I hate you.

Lori: I see. Well what a coincidence because I feel the same way.

Tom: Good.

Steph: *looks up, smiles* TOM!

Tom: *looks down at Steph*

Steph: *tugs on Tom's jeans* Come with us!

Lori: *smirks*

Tom: Uh...

Lori: *waves at taxi*

Taxi pulls over

Tom: I...guess I can't disappoint the kid.

Lori: *smiles, opens door*

Inside cab

Lori: Where are you heading to?

Tom: My hotel.

Lori: Right, you said that before.

Steph: *tugs on Tom's shirt*

Tom: *looks down*

Steph: How come you live in Miami?

Tom: Well...I work there.

Steph: Momma says you're a police man.

Tom: *smiles* That's right.

Steph: You catch bad guys.

Tom: I do.

Steph: Did you catch the guy who hurt Mommy?

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Uh...*looks at Steph* yeah. Yes. I did.

Steph: Good. I don't like when Mommy cries.

Lori: *looks out window*

Tom: ...Me neither.

Brooklyn, outside brownstone

Lori: *shuts cab door* Thanks for paying the fare, you didn't have to.

Tom: My hotel's just up the road.

Steph: *runs up steps*

Lori: Steph! Careful!

Tom: She's a great kid.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: It was nice to see you. *gets into cab, shuts door*

Lori: You too.

Brownstone, dining room, 8pm

Scott: *sips wine*

Lori: *staring down at plate*

Scott: Lori?

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: You haven't said anything all evening. Is everything okay?

Lori: To tell you the truth...no.

Scott: You want to tell me about it?

Lori: *picks at food* For the past week...*sigh* um...for the past week I've been contemplating...leaving you.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *leans back in chair* Something just doesn't feel right about our relationship anymore. Like it's not genuine. And I know that you wanted to work through this and I was willing to at the beginning but...*sigh* this is just something that I can't do and it's not fair to you if I stay and continue to lie to you.

Scott: *lowers head*

Lori: *stands, walks upstairs*

Bedroom

Lori: *opens closet, throws suitcase onto bed*

Scott: *walks over*

Lori: *grabs clothes*

Scott: I thought you said you were contemplating.

Lori: *throws clothes onto bed*

Scott: *leans on wall*

Lori: *walks over to bed*

Scott: Is this because of Tom?

Lori: *lifts head*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: It's a lot of things. Like I said.

Scott: ...How long will you be gone?

Lori: *closes suitcase* We'll be gone a while.

Scott: We?

Lori: Yeah. I'm taking Steph. *walks over to door*

Scott: *steps in front of door* What? Why?

Lori: Scott just get out of the way. Please.

Scott: ...You're sure this is the right decision.

Lori: No. Move.

Scott: *steps aside*

Lori: *walks away*

Scott: *rubs forehead*

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

 

Thanks so much for the reviews.

:devil:

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Miami Lab, break room, 2 months later

Speed: *opens newspaper*

Lori: *walks in* Hey, I was told I'd find you here.

Speed: *lifts head*

Lori: *grabs chair, sits* Just wanted to congratulate you on your latest...accomplishment.

Speed: *looks down at paper* I hope you don't have one of those parent magazines to test me on my paternal skills.

Lori: *smiles* Mom already got to you, huh.

Speed: *flips page*

Lori: Is Anni here or at home? I wanted to talk to her too.

Speed: She's in ballistics.

Lori: Great. *stands*

Speed: Hold it.

Lori: *sigh*

Speed: Why are you living at Tom Carter's house?

Lori: *sits* It was either that or crash at your place.

Speed: Who ended it? You or Scott?

Lori: Me.

Speed: *shakes head* Lori...

Lori: Scott and I are...strangers, Dad.

Speed: And where's Stephanie through all of this?

Lori: With me. Well, actually she's in daycare right now.

Speed: Didn't Scott have custody?

Lori: I got it back.

Speed: That was fast.

Lori: Scott knows a few judges. We're joint.

Speed: So you're going to let him see Stephanie.

Lori: Of course.

Speed: *closes newspaper* Sort this out, Lori.

Lori: Sort what out?

Speed: You want to give that child the most stable environment possible.

Lori: *laughs* Wow...I can't tell you hilarious that is coming from your mouth.

Speed: Doesn't make it less true.

Lori: Steph's fine.

Speed: *nods* Do you have a job?

Lori: No.

Speed: You've been here 2 months.

Lori: *stares at Speed*

Speed: Who's supporting Stephanie?

Lori: *looks down at table* Scott sends 500 dollars a month.

Speed: And the rest of the time, Tom foots the bill.

Lori: Look...you know what? I didn't ask him.

Speed: Why do you do this? You were lucky to have Scott.

Lori: Yeah that's what everyone keeps tellin' me.

Speed: Figure out whatever it is you need to figure out.

Lori: You know, you're a lot more fun when you're not being preachy. And I bet if Scott had left me, you wouldn't be telling him this. *stands, leaves*

Speed: *places newspaper onto table*

Miami PD

Tom: *throws gun into drawer, sits in chair*

Speed: *walks over*

Tom: *pulls folder from shelf*

Speed: Carter.

Tom: *lifts head* Detective.

Speed: We need to talk.

Tom: I'm a little busy, can it wait?

Speed: *closes folder* No. It can't.

Tom: *sigh* Okay. What.

Speed: Lori and her little girl are living at your place.

Tom: Yeah, that's right. I might be an ass but I won't let a little kid sleep on the curb.

Speed: How admirable. What's in it for you?

Tom: *lifts brow* Sorry?

Speed: What do you get out of this? Whats Lori offering you?

Tom: Nothing.

Speed: Come on. No one takes care of someone else's child for nothing.

Tom: I don't know what to tell you.

Speed: Are you sleeping with Lori?

Tom: No.

Speed: She's been living with you 2 months.

Tom: Is there a point to this little discussion?

Speed: I just want to make sure that little girl is safe.

Tom: *opens drawer, grabs keys* Here. *throws keys* Search the house.

Speed: Sure. Come on, let's go.

Tom: I don't need to go with you.

Speed: *grabs Tom by the collar* Get up.

Tom: Alright! Alright!

Kendall, house

Speed: *looks around*

Tom: *crosses arms*

Speed: *walks down hallway* How many bedrooms in this place?

Tom: There's 2 bedrooms, 2 baths.

Speed: *opens door* And this one's yours.

Tom: Right.

Speed: *walks in*

Tom: *frowns*

Inside bedroom

Speed: *opens drawer, pulls out thong*

Tom: *scratches head*

Speed: *looks at Tom* I'm going to take a guess and say this doesn't belong to you.

Tom: Lori sleeps in this room. I sleep on the couch.

Speed: Mhm. Show me the other room.

Tom: *nods, walks away*

Second bedroom

Speed: *walks in, looks around*

Tom: *places hands in pockets*

Speed: Toys...television, tea set, little dresses...

Tom: It's almost like a child lives here.

Speed: How often does Lori leave you alone with Stephanie?

Tom: Never. Not that she has anything to worry about.

Speed: Do you have drugs in this house?

Tom: No.

Speed: I'm afraid I won't be able to take your word for it.

Tom: You're free to rip this house apart. Take your little flashlights and swabs and test away. I have nothing to hide.

Speed: *nods* We'll see about that.

House, 6pm

Lori: *walks in with Steph* Hey! You home?

Tom: Yeah! *runs over* You hungry? I ordered pizza.

Lori: *smiles* I am. *looks down* How about you?

Steph: *nods*

Lori: Great. Go on into the dining room.

Steph: *runs*

Lori: Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it.

Tom: *shrugs* You were out job hunting and picking her up, it's the least I could do.

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *walks away*

Tom: *sigh*

Hallway, 10pm

Lori: Nighty night, Stephanie.

Steph: *waves from room*

Lori: *shuts door, turns around*

Tom: *walks out from bathroom*

Lori: *smiles* Tom.

Tom: Goodnight.

Lori: *smiling, steps closer* Why don't you...discard the couch tonight and keep me company. *places hands on Tom's chest*

Tom: *looks down*

Lori: We can...do all sorts of things.

Tom: Your child is in the next room. Aren't you worried about what she's taking away from all of this?

Lori: She's not old enough to take anything away from this.

Tom: I disagree. She's only what, a year younger than you were when you were shipped off to Colombia? And you remember that pretty w-

Lori: *grabs Tom's shirt* Why don't we go somewhere then.

Tom: We're not leaving her here alone. Just go to sleep, Lori.

Lori: *opens door, drags Tom in*

Inside bedroom

Tom: *grabs doorknob*

Lori: *grabs Tom, kisses him*

Tom: *lets go of doorknob*

Lori: *sighs, unbutton's Tom's shirt*

Tom: *grabs Lori's arms* No.

Lori: Yes.

Tom: *turns head away*

Lori: I know you still love me. If anything, you love me more.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: I can give you everything you want. Companionship...a family.

Tom: What the hell is going on with you?

Lori: *places head on Tom's chest*

Tom: Lori...I can get you some help.

Lori: *closes eyes*

Tom: You owe that much to Stephanie.

Lori: No.

Tom: What do you mean 'no'?

Lori: There's nothing wrong with me. I'm doing just fine.

Tom: You're speaking like an addict.

Lori: *steps back, sits on bed*

Tom: *walks over, sits*

Lori: *looks down at floor*

Tom: ...You know your father searched my home for drugs this morning.

Lori: *rolls eyes* What an ass. Did he find any?

Tom: I'm still alive so probably not.

Lori: *looks at Tom* ...You have some?

Tom: I don't even have aspirin in my house.

Lori: *smirks*

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