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

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Brownstone, bathroom, 2am

Steph: *sitting on counter, swinging feet*

Lori: *turns tap, grabs cup*

Steph: Are you and Daddy mad at each other?

Lori: No.

Steph: ...You were yellin'.

Lori: Sometimes mommies and daddies disagree and that means sometimes they get loud.

Steph: *frowns* Daddy never yells.

Lori: That's because Daddy's weird. *hands over cup* Drink.

Steph: *drinks* BLAAA! Momma, this is hot.

Lori: Oh. Oops. *grabs cup* Guess it helps to turn on the cold water.

Steph: *swings feet*

Lori: *runs water*

Steph: Did the doctor fix you, Momma?

Lori: *smirks* You know what...it's um...it's kind of a long time thing.

Steph: ...Are you gonna die?

Lori: *stares at Steph* ...No honey, I'm not going to die. Why would you think that?

Steph: *shrugs*

Lori: *places hand on Steph's cheek* I'm going to be around for a long, long time. *smiles* Okay? I'm not going anywhere.

Steph: Kay.

Lori: *hands over cup*

Steph: *drinks*

Lori: *turns off sink*

Steph: *puts cup on counter*

Lori: You ready to go back to bed?

Steph: *shakes head*

Lori: How come?

Steph: I got a stuffy nose.

Lori: *smirks* I'll give you something that'll help. *opens medicine cabinet*

Steph: *sneezes*

Lori: *grabs bottle, twists cap*

Steph: *sniffs, wipes nose*

Lori: Now you're runnin', huh?

Steph: *nods*

Lori: *pours liquid onto spoon* Open up.

Steph: *opens mouth*

Lori: *puts spoon into Steph's mouth*

Steph: *grabs spoon, swallows*

Lori: *pulls spoon out*

Steph: *coughs* It hurts, Momma. *rubs neck*

Lori: I know, sweetie. But this'll help you sleep.

Steph: *nods*

Lori: *places bottle into cabinet, shuts it*

Steph: *rubs eye*

Lori: *grabs cup, washes it out*

Steph: Momma, I'm tired.

Lori: *smirks* That's kind of the idea.

Steph: *reaches out*

Lori: *picks up Steph*

Steph: *wraps arms around Lori's neck*

Lori: Lightweight. Just like your father.

Hallway

Lori: *opens door*

Scott: *walks over* How is she?

Lori: Knocked out.

Scott: ...I'm assuming you didn't give her valium.

Lori: Please. I know the difference between children's NyQuil and valium.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *walks into bedroom*

Inside bedroom

Lori: *places Steph into bed, covers her with blanket*

Scott: *walks over*

Lori: *kisses Steph's cheek*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *whispers* Love you, baby.

Steph: *hugs teddy*

Hallway

Lori: *shuts door*

Scott: You're great with her.

Lori: *hugs Scott*

Scott: *lifts brow, wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: You okay?

Lori: Yeah. *grabs Scott's hand* Let's go to bed.

Hummerhome, road, 9am

Katie: *playing video games, staring at television*

Delko: Can I play now?

Katie: No.

Delko: But you were playing all night.

Katie: I'm not done.

Delko: It's my turn! *stomps*

Colton: Why don't you just hang your head out the window and take in all the scents.

Delko: *frowns*

Horatio: Katie, give Eric the video games.

Katie: No.

Delko: It's a two-player game. Can I take a controller?

Katie: No, I'm on a quest.

Delko: You've been playing the same quest for 13 hours.

Katie: Yeah and eventually, I'll get enough coins to buy wings for my character. I want the golden ones, not the brass ones.

Delko: What if I do this quest for you? I can get you the coins.

Katie: No, I'm doing it on my own.

Delko: *grabs at controller*

Katie: *snatches controller away*

Delko: GIMME!

Katie: *pushes Eric*

Delko: *falls over*

Katie: Ah damnit! My soldier fell down a cliff into the pit of hate! THANKS A LOT, ERIC! If I had wings it would have never happened!

Delko: Maybe you just suck! Speed says you're good at it!

Katie: *frowns*

Everyone: *looks at Katie*

Katie: I think you're looking for a different word.

Delko: Everyone gets what I mean.

Katie: Yeah, Katie's a slut. HAR-DEE-HAR-HAR.

Horatio: Guys...

Katie: No one ever listens to you! Shut up!

Horatio: *lip wibbles*

Katie: Ugh, I need a drink. *stands, walks over to fridge*

Carly: It's 9 in the morning.

Katie: Shut up, Aussie.

Carly: You know, you catch more flies with honey than vineagar.

Katie: What would I need with flies?

Lora: Apparently metaphors are lost on some.

Katie: Shut up, Canuck.

Lora: Okay now you're just being mean. *starts to cry*

Carly: *pats Lora on the head* It's okay.

Calleigh: *opens brochure* HEY! I FOUND IT! Georgia has the world's largest peanut! We're going.

Ryan: *snatches brochure away* NO WAY! The National Tick Museum! *lifts head* Horatio we have to go there.

Horatio: What exactly is a tick museum?

Ryan: A museum about ticks.

Horatio: No no no. If we go somewhere with microscopic annoyances, we'll end up with an infestation. Especially if we bring Eric.

Delko: Hey.

Everyone: *looks at Eric*

Delko: ...Nevermind.

Miami Lab, 9:30am

Speed: *walks down hallway* Hey!

Josh: *lifts head*

Speed: *waves hand* Meet me at the truck! *walks away*

Josh: *lifts brow*

Parkinglot, Miami Beach

Josh: *shuts Hummer door* Why am I here?

Speed: *opens back of Hummer* You're a CSI, aren't you?

Josh: Yeah. Level 1.

Speed: *hands over kit*

Josh: *looks down at kit*

Speed: *shuts door*

Middle of parkinglot

Alexx: *kneeling*

Speed: What do we have?

Alexx: 17-year old girl, Cassidy Johnson from Fort Worth, Texas.

Speed: Tourist.

Josh: *looks around*

Alexx: Time of death is between 1:30 and 2:30am.

Speed: And she was found out here in the parkinglot?

Alexx: Lifeguard on his way to work early called it in but get this. *turns body over* Lividity. She was moved.

Speed: Okay so we have to find our primary crime scene.

Alexx: This might help. *lifts foot*

Speed: *shines flashlight* Sand and lacerations. She was dragged from the beach. *looks over at beach* Maybe a party got out of hand.

Alexx: *nods* I'll be able to give you more at the post.

Speed: *grabs camera*

10 minutes later

Speed: *lifts head* Hey Josh!

Josh: *looks at Speed*

Speed: You want to join in on the fun or work on your tan? *stands*

Josh: Check out those guys.

Speed: *looks out at beach* What about them?

Josh: *smiles*

Speed: *frowns* Hey. *slaps Josh* We're on a case. You can do that later.

Josh: Look at where they're standing.

Speed: *squints* It's a sand bar. So what? There are hundreds of these around.

Josh: Might have been where the party was. Take a look at all the garbage, not to mention the drag marks. *looks at Speed*

Speed: Alright, we'll check it out. Good work.

TBC......................................
 
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Awww....Stephanie really knows how to put things in perspective. I guess this is a jumping point for Lori. Let's hope she makes better choices from now on. I do love how you left them, however, nice and sweet, and with the roadto better times paved.

HAHAHA, Katie's a bit of a grouch. Could it be because Speed's not there? Or is she missing her partner in crime* whom she shot, wink wink*. I happen to think it was a bit of both. Boy, was she hogging the game...lol definetly missing something.

Bigger HAHAHAH Josh and Speed working together! How crazy is it that when Josh is scoping out the dudes, Speed automatically thinks that Josh is really scoping out, when ACTUALLY, he made a connection with the case. I can see right now, that this is going to be hilarious!

Awesome work, Geni!
 
Well maybe Speed Will get some fasion tips while hes workin with Josh! At least he might lern how to pick up men in 5 easy steps ! LOL!

Katie is being being somewhat of a bitch over the game with Eric! Lol! Ryan wanting to go to a tick museum! that was pretty funny! Lol!

Well you know what they say ! Out of the mouths of babes! Maybe Steph can help Lori see what see need to see in Scott & vise versa !

great Update genni
 
Thanks so much for the reviews. :D *snuggles*

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Miami, autopsy

Speed: *walks in, grabs gloves*

Alexx: *smiles* Hey Speed. Just got finished on your beach victim.

Speed: Great, what can you tell me about her?

Alexx: Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the sternum causing internal bleeding into the lungs and heart.

Speed: That would explain why there was so much blood on her bathing suit, she was choking on it.

Alexx: *nods* Patients with blunt sternal fractures have a good chance if the proper medical assistance is available and other injuries aren't present. They're more common in vehicular accidents like from the force of the steeringwheel.

Speed: Well the bruise here is circular but it's not big enough to be from a steeringwheel and it doesn't look like she has any other injuries. *tilts head* You find anything else?

Alexx: Her blood alcohol level was through the roof. Probably didn't help her much, alcohol acts as a blood thinner so she would have bled out quickler.

Speed: Right.

Alexx: Have you contacted her family yet?

Speed: They're on their way in. *pulls off gloves* Thanks, Alexx.

Alexx: No problem, baby.

Ballistics

Speed: *walks over*

Josh: *lifts head* Hey. You talk to the parents?

Speed: Just finished.

Josh: How are they holding up?

Speed: How do you think?

Josh: *nods* Well I tried matching the impression on the victim's chest to known weapons. No luck. *holds up picture* But look at this. This is the subcutaneous photos of the wound pattern.

Speed: *grabs picture* 2003. There was a date imbedded in the weapon?

Josh: Yeah. I tried doing a search on objects with years or dates on them and the most I came up with were stamps and keychains.

Speed: *nods* I'll head over to the beach and see if I can get some answers. *walks away*

Miami PD

Tom: *writing*

Fax machine beeps; paper rolls out

Tom: *looks at fax machine, grabs paper* ...

Tripp: *walks over* Carter.

Tom: *staring down at paper*

Tripp: You deaf?

Tom: *lifts head* Huh?

Tripp: You have a visitor.

Tom: *looks back*

Amy: *waves*

Tom: *looks at Tripp* Thanks. *stands, walks away*

Tripp: *shakes head*

Few feet away

Amy: *smiles* Hi.

Tom: You made it.

Amy: Yep. *looks down* Sammy wanted to come see you before we went to the house.

Tom: *kneels, smiles*

Sammy: *runs over, hugs Tom*

Tom: You like Miami?

Sammy: YEAH! *lets go* IT'S HOT!

Tom: Yes it is.

Sammy: There's lotsa beaches!

Tom: *smiles*

Amy: She's excited to decorate her new bedroom.

Tom: Oh, is that right?

Sammy: *smiling, nods*

Tom: Well you and I will have to go out and pick out some paint.

Sammy: BRIGHT PINK! WITH BUTTERFLIES!

Tom: *laughs* That can be arranged. But listen, I have to get back to work, okay?

Sammy: *nods*

Tom: I'll see you both tonight.

Sammy: *runs over to Amy*

Tom: *stands, kisses Amy*

Amy: *smiles* See you tonight.

Tom: *nods*

Amy: *grabs Sammy's hand* Let's go.

Sammy: *waves at Tom, walks away*

Tom: *lifts hand*

Empire State Building, next day, 8am

Scott: *typing*

Knock on door is heard

Scott: *lifts head* Come in!

Donna: *opens door, walks in*

Scott: *smiles* Miss Wilson! How are you? *stands, walks over* Oh...what happened? *touches Donna's face*

Donna: *starts to cry* My boyfriend! And he *sniffs* he *sniffs* I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to go!

Scott: *wraps arm around Donna*

Donna: *hugs Scott*

Scott: Did you call the police?

Donna: *shakes head*

Scott: *sigh*

15 minutes later

Donna: *sits in chair, wipes eyes with tissue*

Scott: What else did he do?

Donna: *sigh*

Scott: How long's this been going on?

Donna: A few months. *sniffs* He'd lock me in his house all day and he made me sleep on the floor like a dog and he even tied a leash around my neck. *looks down at tissue* He told me that if I left, he'd kill me. So I did what any rational person would do...I stayed there scared until I realized that any rational person would leave his ass.

Scott: *smirks*

Donna: I didn't have any money 'cause APL fired me for not showin' up so I took whatever I could find in the bedroom, busted out the window and took a bus up here.

Scott: Where are you staying?

Donna: Uh...a bus station down the street.

Scott: ...What's this guy's name?

Donna: Oh I can't tell you.

Scott: You got this far, you got away from him. He has to answer for what he did.

Donna: *looks down at lap* ...I took pictures.

Scott: *lifts brows* Of your injuries?

Donna: With my cellphone. Each time. *hands over phone* Here.

Scott: *grabs phone, looks down*

Donna: *scratches head*

Scott: *presses buttons*

Donna: There's pictures of the room too.

Scott: *nods* I see. *lifts head* This is really great, Donna. We can give this to the police.

Donna: I was watching Judge Judy a couple months ago and I got the idea to do that.

Scott: Good job.

Donna: *laughs*

Scott: *looks at Donna*

Donna: I haven't heard that in a long time.

Scott: *places hand on Donna's shoulder* Come stay at my place tonight.

Donna: *lifts eyes* ...Oh no, I couldn't-

Scott: I'm not going to let you sleep in a bus station and I think it would be better if you were with some people you know in case he comes looking for you.

Donna: ...Thank you, Mister Finch.

Scott: *nods*

Donna: *sigh*

Scott: In a couple days, I'd like for you to come with me to Miami so we can go down to the police station. There's a detective there who I trust and he might be able to help.

Donna: Okay.

Scott: Great.

TBC...................................
 
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I just really do love TOm and Amy together! They're so sweet, and not at all toxic...it's refreshing! And little Sammy...omg...Tom's really going to be happy. That's like...great!

Speed and Josh seem to be doing so well together, I wonder how long that's gonna last though? We shall see...

And poor Donna! It seems, however , that she's gonna be alright. ALthough going home with Scott may prove to be a wrong idea. Lori's lurking, that's all I'm gonna say. Would love to be a fly on that wall though...

Excellent update, can't wait for more!
 
Tom and Amy are nice together I would have to agree! Tom seems to like playing the Daddy roll with Sammy! I just hope that Lori will stay out of the middle of that relationship, but somehow I can't see her doing that! Shes fixin to blow a gasket when Scott brings Donna home with him!

Note to Scott - Even though you think you are being a nice guy helping out Donna, You should put her in a motel and not your house with your mentaly unstable wife who has been know to fly off the handle and stab her own father! Bad Scott really Bad!

Speed and Josh are getting along for the most part, but i don't think that they are gonna be playing Breach Blanket Bing together anytime soon ! i'm sure it will all blow up in the end and Speed will through one of his little sarcatic fits and call him names and belittle him in some totally Speed way!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks so much for the reviews! :)

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Brownstone, kitchen, 6pm

Lori: *frowning*

Scott: It's only for a couple days.

Lori: I don't want some teenager living in our house.

Scott: Lori, she's scared, she doesn't have anyone else and I want to make sure she's okay until I can get her back down to Miami.

Lori: There are shelters.

Scott: She's a nice kid.

Lori: She can be a nice kid downtown.

Scott: She's staying.

Lori: *crosses arms* DONNA!

Donna: *creeps over* Yeah?

Lori: Keep your feet off the table, your hands off my husband and we'll be cool.

Donna: *stares at Lori*

Scott: She's kidding.

Lori: I'm not kidding.

Scott: *looks at Lori, whispers* She's barely 18.

Lori: *whispers* I don't care. If I was 18, I'd jump you.

Scott: *frowns*

Lori: *looks at Donna* If you abide by those rules, you can stay.

Donna: Um...okay.

Scott: Lori will show you upstairs to your room.

Donna: *stands behind Scott* ...She's gonna do it?

Scott: *looks back* It's okay, Donna. Once you get to know her, she's really very sweet.

Donna: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *glaring*

Scott: Go on.

Donna: *nods*

Upstairs, bedroom

Lori: *throws clothes onto bed* These'll fit you. But don't go around wearing makeup or anything, I don't need you looking hotter than me in my own house. *walks over to bathroom, turns on light* This is the guest bath. Y'know, in case you have to take a dump or something.

Donna: *smirks*

Lori: *walks over* If you need anything, just ask. I'm sure Scott will run out and get it for you.

Donna: ...Have you ever been hit? By a man, I mean.

Lori: *stares at Donna*

Donna: *looks down at floor*

Lori: Yes.

Donna: *lifts eyes* ...How did you get away?

Lori: *scoffs, walks over to dresser* Which time?

Donna: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *opens drawer* You just hope you find somebody that's everything they're supposed to be.

Donna: Like Scott?

Lori: *nods* Yeah. Like Scott. *pulls out sheets* In the meantime... *turns around, throws sheets*

Donna: *catches sheets*

Lori: You do everything you can to get your life together and to be happy. And hopefully the bastard will be placed behind bars for a very long time.

Donna: *sits on bed*

Lori: *leans against dresser, crosses arms* You'll be okay.

Donna: *smiles* I know. Just have to keep on truckin', right?

Lori: Right.

Donna: Thanks for lettin' me stay here. I promise I'll be the perfect house guest.

Lori: ...We're having dinner soon. You're welcome to join us. *walks away*

Donna: *nods*

Kitchen

Scott: *opens oven, grabs casserole*

Lori: *walks over*

Scott: How'd it go?

Lori: Why can't all men be like you?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: I'm tired of seeing the same thing over and over again.

Scott: Me too.

Lori: *grabs casserole*

Dinner table

Steph: *drinking juice*

Donna: This casserole is fantastic! *shoveling food into mouth*

Lori: *lifts brow* When's the last time you ate?

Donna: Oh gosh, I can't even remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal. *smiles* College student's life doesn't really lend itself to much else but macaroni and cheese. I mean, sure I had a little extra money because of APL but I have a lot of credit card debt so I tried to keep on top of it.

Lori: Understandable.

Donna: OH! Could you pass me the juice, please?

Scott: *slides pitcher over*

Donna: Thanks. *pours juice*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *sips wine*

Steph: *tugs Lori's sleeve* Who's the crazy lady?

Lori: *smirks*

Donna: OH SHE'S SO CUTE!

Lori: That's Donna. She used to work with Daddy.

Steph: *looks at Donna*

Donna: *waves, smiling* Hi!

Steph: *smirks*

Donna: I bet she doesn't even remember hangin' out with me at the office back in Miami. Isn't she the cutest thing?

Lori: I might be biased...

Donna: *laughs*

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: *drinks wine*

Kitchen, 2 hours later

Lori: *runs over* Okay, Steph's in bed and Donna's upstairs listening to my iPod.

Scott: *washing dishes, blinking*

Lori: Need help with the dishes?

Scott: Sure. *leans sideways, grabs at dish towel, staggers into stove*

Lori: Whoa. *grabs Scott's arm*

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: Someone looks a little tipsy.

Scott: I'm not tispy.

Lori: Tipsy.

Scott: You get what I am. *walks over to sink* I-I mean, what I mean.

Lori: *smiles* You're drunk.

Scott: I'm not drunk.

Lori: You got that Brooklyn thing slipping out.

Scott: *hands over plate* You gonna help me or make fun of me?

Lori: *smiling* Can I do a little bit of both? *grabs plate*

Scott: *dries dishes*

Lori: *puts plate on counter*

Scott: *drops plate* Damnit.

Lori: Yeah, hand-eye coordination sort of goes out the window.

Scott: It's not like I'm a blubbering idiot.

Lori: *wraps arms around Scott's waist*

Scott: *sigh* Lori, this needs to get done.

Lori: *smiling* Mm, come on we both know you're not thinking about dishes right now.

Scott: Lori...we have a guest.

Lori: But I never get to have fun with drunk Scott.

Scott: I'm not drunk.

Lori: Isn't this a little irresponsible of you?

Scott: Lori-

Lori: I mean, you're always making sure I'm not drunk or high and here you are, smashed in the kitchen.

Scott: *steps back, walks over to table*

Lori: *follows*

Scott: *grabs wine glass*

Lori: *smiles* Are you seein' double yet?

Scott: *turns around, trips over chair*

Glass drops, breaks

Lori: *grabs Scott*

Scott: *smiles* Hi.

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: You're beautiful.

Lori: *smiling* You're pretty handsome yourself.

Scott: Why don't we take care of the dishes in the morning.

Lori: I thought we had a guest in the house.

Scott: Doesn't mean we can't fool around.

Lori: *laughs* Well look at you. It's almost like you're back in highschool. Then again, judging by what you've told me, you didn't get any in highschool.

Scott: *kisses Lori*

Lori: *turns head away* Okay, fun over. I know rational you would want to just go to bed and sleep it off.

Scott: Since when have you ever cared about rationality?

Lori: I'm trying to improve myself, remember?

Scott: Right.

Lori: Bed. *pushes Scott*

Miami Beach, next day, 8am

Josh: So this is the sand bar our victim was at.

Speed: Yup. I managed to track down all the partygoers, they're over there with the officer. All of them claim she left the party at 1am.

Josh: Except she died between 1:30 and 2:30 so they're all lying.

Speed: Yeah. Which makes all 10 of them suspects.

Josh: Okay so where do we start?

Speed: The common denominator. Our sand bar here. *shines flashlight* Plenty of places to hide a murder weapon.

Josh: What's the motive?

Speed: Everyone claims they loved hanging out with her, she was popular at school and there were no angry boyfriends.

Josh: Someone still took the time to drag her out into the parkinglot. I mean, why there? Why not just leave her out here?

Speed: Maybe they panicked. *looks over at kids* Or maybe someone saw them and they scattered.

Josh: Maybe they tried to get her to the hospital?

Speed: Then why lie about it? *shakes head* This whole case makes no sense.

Josh: No murder weapon, no motive and 10 suspects with a victim who was liked by all. Maybe it was an accident.

Speed: Well we won't know anything definitive until we find the weapon. *opens sand bar, walks in*

Josh: You ever been to any of the parties around here?

Speed: I'm a little old for parties.

Josh: And yet you follow the team around the world in a Hummerhome. I bet you guys have a lot of fun.

Speed: Once upon a time, sure.

Josh: What, not anymore?

Speed: *kneels, shines flashlight*

Josh: It's because of Katie and Anni, right? I mean, they aren't exactly the best of friends at the moment. Not to mention you've married both of them.

Speed: *angry sigh* You want to get your head in the case?

Josh: I remember back in highschool, you couldn't get a date to save your life. You were such an awkward teenager. *laughs* Remember your prom? You asked out every girl in your grade and all of them managed to come down with the flu.

Speed: *frowns*

Josh: I guess they weren't into science geeks.

Speed: *reaches into ice box*

Josh: And look at you now. Two women who can't keep their hands off of you.

Speed: *picks up champagne bottle, stands*

Josh: *looks at champagne bottle* I'm not thirsty.

Speed: *turns bottle* There's sand on it.

Josh: It's a sand bar.

Speed: It's half empty.

Josh: Half full.

Speed: *lifts eyes*

Josh: *smiles*

Speed: Who puts a half empty bottle of champage back on ice without a cork?

Josh: *points to bottle* 2003. Cheap bastards.

Speed: The impression on the victim was 2003.

Josh: *leans over counter* You find a cork to go with that champagne bottle?

Speed: *stares at Josh*

Josh: *shrugs* Those can take an eye out if you don't know what you're doing.

Speed: Bag and tag this. We need to process for prints.

Josh: *grabs champagne bottle*

Speed: *kneels, looks around*

Josh: Try the ice box.

Speed: *looks up*

Josh: If the bottle was there, there's a good chance the cork's there too.

Speed: *frowns, opens ice box*

Josh: *leaning over counter*

Speed: *reaches through ice*

Josh: *picks up bottle from under counter* Oooh, I have this at home with lemon. It's good stuff. OH there's this awesome gay bar down on Collins, they serve these tequila sunrises with a hint of lime, you should t-

Speed: *lifts head*

Josh: ...Nevermind.

Speed: *stands, holds out cork*

Josh: *smiles* Great, you found it.

Speed: *turns cork over* 2003.

Josh: We just need to compare it to the wound pattern and we may have our weapon.

Speed: Tell the kids to stick around.

Miami PD

Donna: *sits in chair* I thought we were coming down tomorrow.

Scott: The detective has tomorrow off.

Donna: And we can't wait until he comes back?

Scott: No.

Tom: *walks over, sits* Okay...*writing* Donna Wilson?

Donna: *nods*

Tom: And your boyfriend's name is?

Donna: Carson.

Tom: Does Carson have a last name?

Donna: Baker.

Tom: Where does he live?

Donna: Pinecrest. SW 98th Terrace.

Tom: *writing*

Donna: I have everything on my phone. *tosses phone onto desk*

Tom: Can you tell me what happened?

Donna: Well, I met him a couple months ago while I was out at lunch. He works across the street from APL. There's a high rise going up, he's a construction worker.

Tom: Uh huh.

Donna: Well we hit it off and I moved in with him and that's when he started being weird.

Tom: Define weird.

Donna: He told me that I couldn't look at other guys and he called me every hour at work to see where I was and what I was doing. Eventually, he started hitting me when I wouldn't do what he said and then it got worse. He made me stay in his bedroom for hours on end and he treated me like a dog. I lost my job because of him.

Tom: *nodding, writing*

Donna: I even lost my apartment. I mean, he would keep me imprisoned in his house, I couldn't go anywhere or do anything. I finally escaped and took a bus to New York. Mister Finch took me into his home.

Tom: I wouldn't expect anything less from him. *closes folder* Okay, I'll look over the photos you gave and then I'll have a visit with Mister Baker at his residence.

Donna: And then what?

Tom: I'll arrest him.

Donna: Then what?

Tom: Then we'll have to see where it goes from there. This is a serious crime and I'm sure there are a few prosecutors out there who would like to try this case. In the meantime, you can file for a protective order.

Donna: What's a piece of paper going to do if he busts down my door and kills me?

Tom: Do you have family you can stay with?

Donna: No. I don't even have a home.

Scott: I can take care of that.

Donna: *looks at Scott* Oh no, I couldn't ask you to do that.

Scott: It's not a problem.

Tom: Yeah Finch here is loaded.

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: Hey kid why don't you give Scotty and myself here a few minutes.

Donna: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *hands over keys* Go wait in the car for me, please.

Donna: Sure. *stands, grabs keys, walks away*

Tom: *places folder into drawer*

Scott: How are you?

Tom: Happy as a clam. *leans back in chair, grabs paper from tray, throws it onto desk*

Scott: *looks down at paper*

Tom: *crosses arms*

Scott: *lifts head* What's this?

Tom: NYPD file, it was faxed over yesterday. 2 guys they were looking for, Miguel Hernandez and Pedro Aguilar, were killed in Riosucio, Colombia. They're the head honchos of the gang Pesadilla.

Scott: How unfortunate. What does that have to do with me?

Tom: They're from the same gang that sent people to kill me and Lori.

Scott: *looks down at paper*

Tom: You...wouldn't know anything about their deaths, right?

Scott: *smiles, laughs* I work for an investment company. I wouldn't know the first thing about tracking down some gang in a foreign country.

Tom: Uh huh. Well then I guess you have nothing to worry about.

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *stands, walks away*

Scott: *smirks*

TBC...............................
 
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WOW that was a lot of updates to get through. :O Sorry I haven't checked up on this in a while. Nice updates. It seems everything's in its rightful place. Lily is stalking Ryan... Heather is stalking Ryan... Katie, and Anni... are stalking Speed? Some things never change.

Can't wait to read what you have in store. :D
 
Well, I guess Donna kinda reminded lori of herself and she desided to cut her some slack! and whats up with the Drunk Scotty ruteen? I hope hesnot going to get in that drink mode again!

Tom seem to think that Scott had something to do with the deaths of those two guys witch i'm sure he did since he was checking things out in Columbia at one point! I just hope that doesn't come back and bite him on the ass!

i loved Josh making fun of Speed for being such a geel in school and couldn't get a date for the prom! Then he suggested he should checkout the Gay Bar! Lol! the look would have been priceless to say the least!

Great update Geni!
 
I do love Lori. I really do, especially when she gets all territorial on Scotty. I'm proud of her too! She could've easily maniuplated him into drunk sex, but she took the high road...wait....She let a drunk Scotty get away....*headdesk* what a wonderful time for her to get some scruples...lol... I'm joking. It's great that she's thinking more.


As I thought, Josh and Speed working together is awesome. Josh gets to be the annoying brother, asking Speed about his love life and dishing a bit on his...LOL... I so can see Speed giving him those 'speedle glares'. It's actually very funny. Maybe oneday, however, Josh can go on a RT. To be a fly on that wall for sure!

Tom has his suspicions about Scott's involvement in the deaths of the Columbian gang...is that something new? :guffaw:

Great update!


Awesome update
 
Thanks for the lovely reviews. :D Hee! Oh and hai Heather! *waves*

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Brooklyn, brownstone, 8pm

Scott: *walks in* Hey! I'm home!

Lori: *runs over* Hi, how'd it go?

Scott: Pretty good. Donna gave her statement to the police and I set her up in a hotel in Manhattan. I'm going to put in a good word for her at APL.

Lori: I thought she was fired.

Scott: Extenuating circumstances.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: How's Steph?

Lori: Knocked out. *walks over to living room, sits on couch*

Scott: *walks over, sits*

Lori: *turns on television*

Scott: I miss Miami.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: Not that New York isn't great but...

Lori: I hate it here.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: ...You think Steph would mind one more move?

Scott: Uh...I think my boss would.

Lori: There's an APL building in Miami and I'm pretty sure she only wanted you to stay in New York because she's obsessed with you.

Scott: True.

Lori: Talk to her.

Scott: I will. I took the liberty of having my real estate agent scout out a few properties if you're interested.

Lori: Seriously? *sits up* Yes I'm interested. So we're actually moving back, I mean you want to.

Scott: You love it there, Stephanie was born there and I've grown to love it as well. Not to mention your entire family is there.

Lori: What about your family?

Scott: Uh let's see...my father's serving a life sentence in Rikers for murder and my mother won't speak to me unless I'm writing her a cheque or scoffing at all the less fortunate peons of society. I think I could stand to be a thousand miles away. *smiles* Besides, I like your family.

Lori: *smiles* I didn't think it was possible to love you more. *hugs Scott* YAY! No more snow!

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *lets go* Wait! What about that deck you're building out back?

Scott: It doesn't matter.

Lori: *stands* I am going to see if I can still fit in my bikini. *runs upstairs*

Scott: *smiles*

Bedroom

Scott: *walks in, throws tie onto bed*

Lori: *steps out of bathroom* What do you think? Does it still fit?

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: *scratches head* Uh...yes. Yes, it looks like it fits.

Lori: *steps over, wraps arms around Scott's neck* I cannot wait to get you on the beach.

Scott: *laughs* Oh no. No no. I don't do beaches.

Lori: Don't worry. You will.

Scott: *lifts brow*

Lori: Okay! Pyjama time! *runs into bathroom*

Scott: *sits on bed*

Miami, Gables Estates, 2 days later, mansion

Lori: *looks around*

Steph: *jumps onto couch* MOMMA! Look how much ROOM!

Lori: Yeah...it's...enormous.

Agent: You're standing in about 8600 square feet with a lot size of about 16,550. This is 2 storeys with 6 bedrooms, 5 baths and a 3-car garage. And as you've seen, it's an open concept waterfront property with a private pool and hot tub in the back.

Scott: *nods* When was it built?

Agent: Last year. The owner's a self-made billionaire, he has his own airline company and other small businesses. The house is on the market because he just bought out a couple companies in Europe so he's moving out there. Now, this is probably one of the most desirable communities to live in, in all of South Florida. It's an exclusive place and has its own security so you don't have to worry too much about gangs and drug dealers and uh let's see, you'll have great access to the national parks, universities, airports and downtown but it feels relatively secluded back here on this property so the noise level is low.

Scott: Right. I understand there's a pre-requisite for purchasing property here.

Agent: Yep, you'll have to become a member of the Gables Estates Club.

Lori: Hold it, hold it. I have to join a cult just to live here?

Scott: *smiles* It's not a cult, Lori.

Lori: I guess they call it something different when you're a billionaire.

Scott: How much is it going for?

Agent: 9.5 mil.

Scott: *nods* Reasonable.

Lori: *laughs* Um, what? Reasonable? You could buy 9.5 houses in the rest of Miami for that much.

Agent: Why don't I give you two a few minutes. *walks away*

Steph: MOMMA! LOOK! BIG WINDOWS! *points up*

Lori: Come here, Steph!

Steph: *skips over*

Lori: *looks at Scott* I just think it's a little selfish to buy a 9 million dollar home for 3 people. And I don't want people getting the impression that we think we're better than everyone.

Scott: We're not better than everyone and it's not like we haven't worked for what we're fortunate enough to have.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: *sits on couch*

Steph: *jumps into Scott's lap*

Lori: *walks over, sits*

Scott: Money aside, what do you think?

Lori: *looks around* Uh...well...*smiles* it's beautiful. And the neighborhood seems really nice. *looks at Steph* And she seems comfortable.

Steph: *grips Scott's shirt, snores*

Scott: *smirks* Well she has been all over Miami.

Lori: How soon you think we can get this place?

Scott: Well the owner wants to get rid of this place as fast as possible, all the furniture comes with it and it's all new so probably in the next couple of days.

Lori: And what about the brownstone?

Scott: I'll take care of it.

Lori: *sigh* I love you. *reaches over, kisses Scott's cheek*

Scott: *smiles* Love you too.

Miami PD, interrogation room

Speed: *throws folder onto table* You were the bartender at the sand bar, Jack?

Jack: Yeah.

Speed: Okay well I got your prints off of a champagne bottle that matches a cork and that cork is what killed a young lady named Cassidy Johnson.

Jack: Gee, you found my prints on a champagne bottle. Seems to make sense since I'm the bartender.

Speed: We didn't find anyone else's prints on it which means you were the one who popped open the bottle. Was it an accident? Was she standing too close and you were pointing the bottle toward her?

Jack: *looks out window*

Speed: We know your buddies dragged her out into the parkinglot. They rolled over.

Jack: ...It wasn't supposed to be like that. She should have gotten out of the way.

Speed: You should have called 9-1-1. You know why? Because right now you're looking at jail time.

Jack: *shakes head*

Miami Beach, next day

Lori: Okay, hop out.

Steph: *jumps out of truck*

Lori: *shuts door* You got your towel?

Steph: Yup.

Tom: *walks over* Lori?

Lori: *turns around, smiles* Tom! Hey! *wraps arms around Tom*

Tom: How are you? *places hand on Lori's back*

Lori: I'm great! We moved back to Miami.

Steph: TOM!

Tom: *smiles* Hey Steph! *kneels* Well look at you, growing like a weed.

Steph: *smiles shyly*

Tom: You like being back in Miami?

Steph: YA!

Lori: I was just takin' her over to the beach. Are you on duty?

Tom: *stands* Yeah, actually. I was checking out an address and then I was just about to head downtown to a construction site to see someone but I have a few minutes.

Lori: An address near the beach?

Tom: Construction detour and I got hungry.

Lori: Right. *looks around* So you um...you look good.

Tom: Thank you, you look lovely yourself.

Lori: ...That's a nice gun.

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Anyway! We're going to go to the beach. *grabs Steph's hand* You ready?

Steph: *nods* Yup.

Lori: *looks at Tom* It was SO nice to see you. *looks Tom up and down* Mm.

Tom: You okay?

Lori: Yeah. Let's go, Steph! *runs*

Steph: *runs*

Tom: *places hands in pockets*

TBC................................
 
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Oh Hell ! Her goes Lori after Tom again! What the hell was Scott thinking moving her back to Miami so she would be near Tom!

Note to Scott - When your wife has sexual issues with another man it iis always best to not have her in close proxsemity to the man in question for it may cause a bit of a problem! Thing may happen, like I don't know! SEX Maybe! Stupid stupid Scott! (Flash slaps Scott in back of head to knock since into him!)

I hope Tom can controll himself and do the right thing if not I guess Lori will get to revisit the treatment center again !

Great update Geni!
 
K, it's very obvious that Lori's itching to jump Tom. It's just one of those things that I'll call observation, but it's so readily seen. Glad though that Tom possessed an ounce of reslience to just leave it at the compliment. Lori ...*sigh* she needs more time.

Glad to see that they are moving back to Miami! Can we say FAB? That place that they've snatched up...WHOO....talk about chump change. Must be nice to be Scott Finch right about now.

LOL...Great update, Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D :adore:

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Biscayne Park, house, 7pm

Tom: Sammy! Time to get your pyjamas on.

Sammy: *runs over* But I'm not tired.

Tom: You know what your mother said. 7pm is bedtime.

Sammy: Where is she?

Tom: New York. She had to finalize some paperwork.

Sammy: She's always at work.

Tom: I know but she'll be home tomorrow. Then she can spend lots more time with you.

Sammy: Okay. *walks over to stairs*

Door is kicked in

Guy: GET ON THE FLOOR! *holds up gun*

Tom: *lifts head, stands*

Guy: ON THE FLOOR!

Tom: *looks at Sammy*

Sammy: *wide-eyed*

Guy: NOW!

Tom: Come here Sammy.

Sammy: *runs over, latches onto Tom*

Tom: *looks at Guy* What do you want?

Guy: What did I just tell you! FLOOR!

Tom: *gets to knees*

Sammy: *sits on floor*

Guy: You Tom Carter?

Tom: Maybe you should double check your own papers before you bust down my door. You might have the wrong person and paying for damages is a bitch.

Guy: *places gun up to Tom's forehead*

Tom: Yeah, I'm Tom.

Guy: You got Miguel and Pedro killed.

Tom: I don't know what you're talking about.

Guy: Don't play stupid. You cops have been chasing us for months.

Tom: That's what we do. You commit crimes, we put you away for it. It's the circle of life.

Sammy: *starts to cry*

Tom: *wraps arm around Sammy*

Guy: *snatches Sammy away*

Sammy: *screams*

Guy: *places gun up to Sammy's head* WHO KILLED THEM!

Tom: I DON'T KNOW! LET HER GO!

Guy: *cocks gun*

Tom: I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!

Sammy: *crying*

Tom: *stares at Sammy*

Guy: We're going to give this one more try. If you can't tell me, the kid dies. Who got my bosses killed?

Tom: ...

Sammy: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Kill me instead. I mean, I'm already on your hit list, right?

Guy: Somehow that won't afford me much justice. You need to do a little more suffering.

Tom: So break a few of my fingers.

Guy: I don't think that'll make a lasting impression. One more chance.

Tom: IF I KNEW, I'D TELL YOU!

Guy: *pulls trigger*

BAM

Tom: SAMMY! *stands*

Guy: *lifts gun*

Tom: *stops*

Guy: *backs up, runs out*

Tom: *looks down at floor*

Miami PD, 7 days later

Tom: *shoves file into tray*

Lori: *walks over*

Tom: *glances at Lori, turns around, walks over to desk*

Lori: Hey.

Tom: If you're here to offer your sympathies, don't bother. No one else around here has so don't screw with the natural order of things.

Lori: How's Amy?

Tom: How would you feel if Stephanie was shot in the head with a .45 at point blank range?

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *sits on desk*

Lori: *steps over*

Tom: Don't.

Lori: *blinks*

Tom: *runs hand through hair, looks down at floor*

Lori: I might not know what it's like to lose a child, let alone two but...I am sorry for your loss. I really am. No one deserves that.

Tom: Especially the child.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *staring at floor*

Lori: *wraps arms around Tom*

Tom: *rests forehead on Lori's shoulder*

Lori: *hugs Tom*

Tom: *sigh*

Lori: It'll be okay, Tom.

Tom: How do you know?

Lori: Everyone's always tellin' me that so I figured I'd pass it along.

Tom: *lifts head*

Lori: Did it help?

Tom: Not really.

Lori: Yeah. It never helped me either. Just...promise me you won't go out and do anything stupid.

Tom: *stands, walks over to wall, grabs folder*

Lori: Tom. *walks over*

Tom: *opens folder, looks down*

Lori: Did you hear me?

Tom: I hear everything you say, Lori. You've always got the volume on high.

Lori: *frowns*

Tom: *walks over to desk*

Lori: *runs over* Promise me.

Tom: I don't make promises.

Lori: You're marrying Amy. Isn't that a sort of promise?

Tom: Okay. I don't make promises to YOU.

Lori: Wait, you're still getting married, right?

Tom: Yes.

Lori: Wow. She doesn't blame you?

Tom: *frowns*

Lori: I mean, you're a cop. And she was your responsibility while Amy was gone, you were supposed to protect her like you'd protect your own child and you couldn't even do that. What kind of a father are you consistently proving yourself to be?

Tom: *turns around, slams fist into Lori's face*

Lori: *falls against wall*

Everyone looks over

Lori: *holds face*

Tom: *walks away*

Lori: *pushes jaw* Youch he has a great right hook. *walks away*

Hallway

Tom: *walking*

Lori: *runs up* Okay you're mad, that's fine, maybe I crossed a line. But hasn't that crossed your mind?

Tom: Obviously.

Lori: *smiles* Really? You feel guilt?

Tom: You're happy that I'm feeling like a pile of shit for getting my fiancé's daughter killed?

Lori: The situation bums me out but it's nice to see you have a conscience.

Tom: Well I'm glad I could brighten your day with that.

Lori: *grabs Tom's hand*

Tom: *stops*

Lori: I know you're highly emotional right now and chances are Amy might ask you the same type of questions when she comes out of her daze so I want to know if you'll do to her face what you just did to mine.

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Despite what you think, I want you and Amy to be happy. I think she's the best thing that could have ever happened to you and this is the kind of thing that can break up two people very easily. I've been around enough failed relationships to know that.

Tom: I'll be fine. *walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

TBC....................................
 
OO...Poor, Poor Tom. I know, I know, I used to call him a bastard ( hey, when I was doing that, he was one) but really, no one deserves this. The child that he was going to adopt and have a family with was killed right in front of him, because of him...that's gotta have some lasting ramifications. Ugh, I shudder the thought of what that is going to be. I do believe , however, that no matter what Tom goes through, he's gonna have Amy in his corner. That in itself is going to be what makes or breaks him. Just gotta get through the fire.

memo to our beloved Lori: Tis wise not to provoke a grieving man who has nothing left to lose...

Awesome update, Geni! This keeps getting better and better!
 
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