^ Ha, it's okay, I'd completely forgotten about him until you mentioned him. :lol:
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Trace lab, next day, 10am
Jenna: So as you can see, Heather is very apologetic and she'll try to help clean up as much as she can.
Speed: What about getting a new GCMS?
Jenna: Uh...well that one was kind of her bad but I'm sure there's a budget or something.
Speed: Yes. For things we require, not for things idiots break.
Heather: HEY. I didn't break it. The floor broke it, I simply gave it a push.
Speed: Isn't that like saying I didn't kill Heather, the bullet did?
Heather: ...
Anni: *walks in*
Speed: *looks at Anni*
Anni: *crosses arms*
Speed: I'll talk to you girls later.
Heather: We're women.
Speed: You broke my Mass Spec. You're a child.
Heather: Didn't mean to...*kicks at floor*
Jenna: *grabs Heather* C'mon, let's go put some super glue on the toilet seats in the men's bathroom.
Heather: Aww really? *sniffs*
Jenna: Yep.
Heather/Jenna leave
Speed: *places papers into bin*
Anni: Katie told me everything. A little...too much of everything.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: I don't even know what to say to you. *walks over*
Speed: *steps back*
Anni: *pulls up chair, sits* I know you're not some cheating bastard like before and that's what concerns me the most. Why you felt you connect more with Katie than me.
Speed: I thought you didn't know what to say to me.
Anni: Don't be a smartass.
Speed: ...
Anni: Is this the way it's always going to be? Am I always just going to be the 'wife' and she's going to be the one you'd go to bat for without missing a beat? I mean, what am I to you?
Speed: *sits* You're not the person I married.
Anni: What do you mean?
Speed: This...thing you have. I never know what's you talking and what's a diseased brain. And you don't look at me the same way, I can see that. I'm starting to feel like an aide or a bank account, not a husband. You're not the only one who's struggling through this.
Anni: *blinks*
Speed: Did you know that last time, you stabbed me in the gut with your keys because you couldn't remote start your car?
Anni: ...
Speed: You ran through a plate-glass window at a shopping mall downtown and you would get up every hour at night and turn on the stove, play with the thermostat, climb out the window, urinate in the hallway, I mean these things were hard to keep up with the first time, hard to hide from everyone and now I'm just supposed to suck it up and be there for you? Yes, it's selfish and yes you have every right to want and need support and be scared but...it's not just killing you.
Anni: Why didn't you tell me?
Speed: What, between looking for a new home, the temper tantrums and empty nights at home without you while you insist on 'dealing with things' on your own? Not to mention I'm at work 12 hours a day. I don't even have time for the conversation we're having now.
Anni: So why Katie?
Speed: I don't know.
Anni: You don't know or you won't tell me?
Speed: *looks down at table*
Anni: Listen uh...I think I'm going to try this surgery thing. Where radiation and medication might slip up, going in and manually cleaning the place might do the trick. At least for longer than before.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: You don't have to be there but...it'd be nice to have someone I love with me.
Speed: *looks at Anni*
Anni: Maybe fixing that will jump-start on fixing this.
Speed: I'd like that.
Anni: *smirks* Okay. I'll talk to you a little later.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: *walks away*
Speed: *stares at door*
Miami, building, office, 11am
Scott: *walks in*
Tricia: *stands, smiles* Scotty.
Scott: It's Scott. I take it you called me here for a reason.
Tricia: Have a seat.
Scott: I'll stand.
Tricia: Of course you will. Can I get you something?
Scott: An explanation.
Tricia: *smiles* Like the new digs? See, when you were busy in Texas...I was starting my own empire.
Scott: You work fast.
Tricia: It's easy when you push a lot of people out of your way.
Scott: Push or kill?
Tricia: I'm not a murderer.
Scott: Only when it suits you. You think I didn't read those articles about the dead stock brokers and managers whose vaults were wiped clean? There's starting an empire, Tricia, and then there's taking one.
Tricia: *walks around desk* You're a quick study. The thing is, my empire isn't complete. APL Manhattan is standing firmly and irritatingly in my way.
Scott: How unfortunate.
Tricia: I want the access codes.
Scott: You'll need more than an access code and a crack team of hitmen to break into the wealthiest and more secured global investment branch on the planet. You think they're going to let a bunch of guys with machines guns just walk into the Empire State Building?
Tricia: *pulls out gun*
Scott: They change the codes every week, I'm not privy to that kind of information anymore.
Tricia: I don't need your brain. I need your influence. You're going to walk in, you're going to get the codes to every branch and you're going to walk out. How you do that is your problem but I want it done otherwise, the Empire State Building is going to meet an unfortunate demise.
Scott: *stares at Tricia*
Tricia: I know it won't get me my money but I like to blow things up.
Scott: You can go ahead and blow it to the Moon, I'm not helping you.
Tricia: *lifts gun, pushes it against Scott's head* You...*laughs* you have become a challenge. I'm surprised that woman in Texas didn't break you into a million pieces. *pulls gun away* Huh. *lifts knee, swings it*
Scott: *grabs Tricia's knee, twirls her, slams her into desk*
Tricia: AGH! *grabs onto desk*
Scott: *leans against Tricia, twists her arm*
Tricia: UGH!
Scott: Do you need a third warning?
Tricia: You're hurting my arm.
Scott: Then you need to stop struggling and relax.
Tricia: *sigh*
Scott: *lets go, stands back*
Tricia: *stands straight, rubs arm*
Scott: As you can imagine, I'm getting a tad impatient with people like you.
Tricia: Just like you were impatient with that woman you shoved off a cliff?
Scott: We all do what we have to do to survive.
Tricia: And I bet that helps you sleep at night.
Scott: No, as a matter of fact it doesn't. I haven't had a good night's sleep in years.
Tricia: It's no wonder you're so tense. *reaches into drawer, picks up vile* I use this. *throws vile*
Scott: *catches vile* What the hell is this?
Tricia: Something to loosen up. Works for me after a stressful week.
Scott: And you're just helping me out of the goodness of your heart.
Tricia: We have a lot in common.
Scott: We have nothing in common.
Tricia: *sits on desk* It was nice seeing you, despite what you won't do for me. No worries, I'll find a way.
Scott: Well whatever it is, leave me out of it. *turns around, leaves*
Tricia: *smirks*
TBC...................................
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Trace lab, next day, 10am
Jenna: So as you can see, Heather is very apologetic and she'll try to help clean up as much as she can.
Speed: What about getting a new GCMS?
Jenna: Uh...well that one was kind of her bad but I'm sure there's a budget or something.
Speed: Yes. For things we require, not for things idiots break.
Heather: HEY. I didn't break it. The floor broke it, I simply gave it a push.
Speed: Isn't that like saying I didn't kill Heather, the bullet did?
Heather: ...
Anni: *walks in*
Speed: *looks at Anni*
Anni: *crosses arms*
Speed: I'll talk to you girls later.
Heather: We're women.
Speed: You broke my Mass Spec. You're a child.
Heather: Didn't mean to...*kicks at floor*
Jenna: *grabs Heather* C'mon, let's go put some super glue on the toilet seats in the men's bathroom.
Heather: Aww really? *sniffs*
Jenna: Yep.
Heather/Jenna leave
Speed: *places papers into bin*
Anni: Katie told me everything. A little...too much of everything.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: I don't even know what to say to you. *walks over*
Speed: *steps back*
Anni: *pulls up chair, sits* I know you're not some cheating bastard like before and that's what concerns me the most. Why you felt you connect more with Katie than me.
Speed: I thought you didn't know what to say to me.
Anni: Don't be a smartass.
Speed: ...
Anni: Is this the way it's always going to be? Am I always just going to be the 'wife' and she's going to be the one you'd go to bat for without missing a beat? I mean, what am I to you?
Speed: *sits* You're not the person I married.
Anni: What do you mean?
Speed: This...thing you have. I never know what's you talking and what's a diseased brain. And you don't look at me the same way, I can see that. I'm starting to feel like an aide or a bank account, not a husband. You're not the only one who's struggling through this.
Anni: *blinks*
Speed: Did you know that last time, you stabbed me in the gut with your keys because you couldn't remote start your car?
Anni: ...
Speed: You ran through a plate-glass window at a shopping mall downtown and you would get up every hour at night and turn on the stove, play with the thermostat, climb out the window, urinate in the hallway, I mean these things were hard to keep up with the first time, hard to hide from everyone and now I'm just supposed to suck it up and be there for you? Yes, it's selfish and yes you have every right to want and need support and be scared but...it's not just killing you.
Anni: Why didn't you tell me?
Speed: What, between looking for a new home, the temper tantrums and empty nights at home without you while you insist on 'dealing with things' on your own? Not to mention I'm at work 12 hours a day. I don't even have time for the conversation we're having now.
Anni: So why Katie?
Speed: I don't know.
Anni: You don't know or you won't tell me?
Speed: *looks down at table*
Anni: Listen uh...I think I'm going to try this surgery thing. Where radiation and medication might slip up, going in and manually cleaning the place might do the trick. At least for longer than before.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: You don't have to be there but...it'd be nice to have someone I love with me.
Speed: *looks at Anni*
Anni: Maybe fixing that will jump-start on fixing this.
Speed: I'd like that.
Anni: *smirks* Okay. I'll talk to you a little later.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: *walks away*
Speed: *stares at door*
Miami, building, office, 11am
Scott: *walks in*
Tricia: *stands, smiles* Scotty.
Scott: It's Scott. I take it you called me here for a reason.
Tricia: Have a seat.
Scott: I'll stand.
Tricia: Of course you will. Can I get you something?
Scott: An explanation.
Tricia: *smiles* Like the new digs? See, when you were busy in Texas...I was starting my own empire.
Scott: You work fast.
Tricia: It's easy when you push a lot of people out of your way.
Scott: Push or kill?
Tricia: I'm not a murderer.
Scott: Only when it suits you. You think I didn't read those articles about the dead stock brokers and managers whose vaults were wiped clean? There's starting an empire, Tricia, and then there's taking one.
Tricia: *walks around desk* You're a quick study. The thing is, my empire isn't complete. APL Manhattan is standing firmly and irritatingly in my way.
Scott: How unfortunate.
Tricia: I want the access codes.
Scott: You'll need more than an access code and a crack team of hitmen to break into the wealthiest and more secured global investment branch on the planet. You think they're going to let a bunch of guys with machines guns just walk into the Empire State Building?
Tricia: *pulls out gun*
Scott: They change the codes every week, I'm not privy to that kind of information anymore.
Tricia: I don't need your brain. I need your influence. You're going to walk in, you're going to get the codes to every branch and you're going to walk out. How you do that is your problem but I want it done otherwise, the Empire State Building is going to meet an unfortunate demise.
Scott: *stares at Tricia*
Tricia: I know it won't get me my money but I like to blow things up.
Scott: You can go ahead and blow it to the Moon, I'm not helping you.
Tricia: *lifts gun, pushes it against Scott's head* You...*laughs* you have become a challenge. I'm surprised that woman in Texas didn't break you into a million pieces. *pulls gun away* Huh. *lifts knee, swings it*
Scott: *grabs Tricia's knee, twirls her, slams her into desk*
Tricia: AGH! *grabs onto desk*
Scott: *leans against Tricia, twists her arm*
Tricia: UGH!
Scott: Do you need a third warning?
Tricia: You're hurting my arm.
Scott: Then you need to stop struggling and relax.
Tricia: *sigh*
Scott: *lets go, stands back*
Tricia: *stands straight, rubs arm*
Scott: As you can imagine, I'm getting a tad impatient with people like you.
Tricia: Just like you were impatient with that woman you shoved off a cliff?
Scott: We all do what we have to do to survive.
Tricia: And I bet that helps you sleep at night.
Scott: No, as a matter of fact it doesn't. I haven't had a good night's sleep in years.
Tricia: It's no wonder you're so tense. *reaches into drawer, picks up vile* I use this. *throws vile*
Scott: *catches vile* What the hell is this?
Tricia: Something to loosen up. Works for me after a stressful week.
Scott: And you're just helping me out of the goodness of your heart.
Tricia: We have a lot in common.
Scott: We have nothing in common.
Tricia: *sits on desk* It was nice seeing you, despite what you won't do for me. No worries, I'll find a way.
Scott: Well whatever it is, leave me out of it. *turns around, leaves*
Tricia: *smirks*
TBC...................................
Hee. :adore:
