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Brownstone, kitchen, 9am
Steph: *sneezes*
Scott: *wipes Steph's nose*
Steph: *coughs*
Scott: Open up.
Steph: *shakes head*
Scott: This will make your throat stop hurting.
Steph: NO.
Scott: *sits in chair, picks up spray*
Lori: *peeks around corner*
Scott: *places thumb on Steph's chin* Lift your head...open up wide for me.
Steph: *lifts head, opens mouth*
Scott: *sprays*
Steph: *coughs* Ick!
Scott: *smiles* Thank you.
Steph: Blaaaah, Daddy that was GROSS.
Scott: *smiling* But your throat feels better, doesn't it.
Steph: *nods*
Scott: Now we just have to take care of those sniffles.
Lori: *smirks, walks over*
Scott: *lifts head*
Lori: How's she doing?
Steph: Daddy made my throat better!
Lori: *smiles* Good. *places hand on Steph's head* So you're feeling up for some breakfast?
Steph: YA!
Lori: I'll get you some oatmeal.
Steph: Momma can I have lots of brown sugar?
Lori: We'll see. *walks over to counter*
Scott: *walks over*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: *grabs bowl*
Scott: You seem happy.
Lori: *smiling* It's just really great to be home...with you. *winks*
Scott: *smirks, grabs milk from fridge*
Lori: You headin' to work today?
Scott: It's Saturday.
Lori: You don't work on Saturdays?
Scott: I've never worked on Saturdays.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: How about you? Have you figured out where you'd like to work eventually?
Lori: *looks at Scott* I
have to find a job all of a sudden?
Scott: *sigh*
Lori: What?
Scott: Nothing.
Lori: No, tell me. What's that look about?
Scott: There's no look.
Lori: That annoyed look.
Scott: I'm not annoyed, Lori.
Lori: You are
now.
Scott: *places bowl into microwave, slams door*
Lori: Oh so now you're mad?
Scott: I'm not mad.
Lori: You seem mad.
Scott: Lori, I'm not mad.
Lori: Okay, aggrevated.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: I didn't realize the job thing struck a nerve, I apologize.
Lori: *looks down at counter*
Scott: There's no rush.
Lori: I hope you realize I'll never be...Empire State Building material. You may have to accept that the most I'll ever amount to is waitress or...bag boy.
Scott: There are waitresses at the Empire State Building.
Lori: *smirks* Cute. *kisses Scott*
Scott: *smiles*
Steph: *tugs Scott's jeans* Daddy, I want juice.
Scott: Okay honey. *opens fridge*
Lori: *grabs Scott's hair*
Scott: *blinks*
Lori: Did you get a haircut?
Scott: Yes.
Lori: It looks
good.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: Why didn't I notice last night?
Scott: You were a little busy.
Lori: *smiles, leans closer*
Steph: JUICE!
Scott: *steps back, hands juice box to Steph*
Lori: *sigh*
Steph: *grabs box, runs to table*
Microwave beeps
Scott: *opens microwave*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *grabs bowl, walks over to table*
Lori: *turns around, leans on counter*
Steph: *digs spoon into bowl*
Scott: *walks over to counter*
Lori: When's the last time Steph saw her grandmother?
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *rolls eyes*
Your mother, not mine.
Scott: Why?
Lori: *smiles, grabs Scott's shirt* Because I'm not finished with you yet.
Scott: *nervous smiles* Uh...as much as that would be
incredibly fun...I have a deck that needs to be built and I promised myself I'd start as soon as I had a day off.
Lori: OH YAY! Can I watch?
Scott: *laughs*
Backyard, noon
Scott: *slamming hammer into nails*
Lori: *sitting on step, sipping iced tea*
Scott: *stands, walks over to saw, grabs piece of wood*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *turns on saw, runs wood through*
Lori: *walks over to lounge chair, sits*
Scott: *turns off saw*
Lori: *drinks iced tea* So where did you learn to do all that?
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: ...I took a class.
Lori: Ooh a class.
Scott: *wipes forehead* Yeah. *walks over to deck*
Lori: *crosses legs*
Scott: *glances at Lori, picks up hammer*
Lori: *spills iced tea* Oops.
Scott: *drops hammer*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: You know, I would work a lot better if you weren't here.
Lori: I'm just workin' on my tan.
Scott: *grabs nails*
Lori: *jumps out of chair* You plannin' on supporting the middle?
Scott: *looks at deck* ...Why.
Lori: Well you're going to have people on this deck, right? And it's raised.
Scott: Yeah.
Lori: I might not be a construction expert but maybe you need some support in the middle so your whole party doesn't literally come crashing down.
Scott: *places hands on hips*
Lori: I know that's hard for you to avoid.
Scott: *frowns*
Lori: *gets to tippie toes, kisses Scott's cheek* I have to head downtown for a bit, will you be okay here with Steph?
Scott: Uh...a construction zone isn't the best place for a kid and I'm not leaving her alone in the house.
Lori: Then take a break. You're all hot and sweaty anyway. Not that I mind or anything but I don't want you smelling up the house.
Scott: Ha. Ha.
Lori: You seem to lose all sense of humour when that testosterone gets pumping. You remind me of m...
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Nothing. *turns around, walks away*
Scott: *looks down at hammer*
Miami Lab, 2pm
Speed: *staring through microscope*
Katie: *runs over* Okay! I have the results.
Speed: *lifts eyes* From the DNA H found at the scene?
Katie: No, the gender of the baby.
Speed: What baby?
Katie: Wow, you're getting a headstart on deadbeat street.
Speed: *lifts brows*
My baby?
Katie: *smiles*
Speed: Give me the file.
Katie: Why?
Speed: So I can shred it.
Katie: No no no. Surprises are stupid. You should know!
Speed: *grabs at file*
Katie: *snatches file away*
Speed: Don't you open tha-
Katie: *opens file, looks down*
Speed: Katie.
Katie: *closes file* AW HOW SWEET!
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Aren't you excited?
Speed: *looks down at table, grabs pipet*
Katie: Oh come on, I know you're excited. I can see it just itching to get out! *runs around table* YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY! A REAL ONE!
Speed: As opposed to all the fake ones I've been having lately?
Katie: BAH! *hugs Speed*
Speed: *smirks*
Katie: HEE! I SEE A SMIRK! I WIN! TEEHEE!
Speed: Okay that's enough.
Katie: *lets go*
Speed: Since when did you get so supportive?
Katie: *shrugs* I got over myself. *jumps up and down* Wanna know the gender?
Speed: No.
Katie: Please?
Speed: No.
Katie: But I know it!
Speed: How did you even get the file?
Katie: I snatched it from Anni and ran.
Speed: ...I thought Anni didn't want to know.
Katie: *smiles* Anni knows.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: I'll give you a hint. It's-
Speed: No hints.
Katie: Damn.
Manhattan, Heartland Brewery Empire State Building
Lori: Thanks for meeting me for lunch.
Amy: *smiles* Anytime.
Lori: Uh huh, listen...Tom's not exactly the guy you think he is.
Amy: What do you mean?
Lori: Has he told you anything about his past?
Amy: ...I know that he's a police officer in Miami and that he used to work for the NYPD.
Lori: Did he tell you he's a heroin addict?
Amy: *blinks*
Lori: Did he tell you that he overdosed in front of his daughter and was kicked out of his home?
Amy: *stares at Lori*
Lori: I guess not. Oh, then he probably didn't mention that he used to sleep with hookers, some questionably aged.
Amy: Why are you telling me these things?
Lori: Just thought you'd like to know.
Amy: He's not that kind of person.
Lori: *laughs* How wrong you are. I first met him at a crack house and I even slept with him that night after he bought his heroin.
Amy: *frowns*
Lori: *taps chin* I guess if you didn't know about that stuff, you probably didn't know he jumped off the causeway to kill himself...
Amy: *shakes head* I don't
care what he's done. IF he's done all of these things.
Lori: You should get yourself tested for STDs.
Amy: *stands, grabs purse* Goodbye. *walks away*
Lori: *smiles* Have a good day!
TBC................................
