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

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Gables Estates, bedroom, 11pm

Lori: *sits up, turns on lamp*

Scott: *opens eyes, squints* ...*looks at watch* ...Okay, what's up?

Lori: Remember when we were in the treatment facility and you told me you were okay and you left to go to your room where you were planning to kill yourself?

Scott: ...It wasn't one of my proudest moments but yes.

Lori: I'm worried about Tom.

Scott: How do you mean?

Lori: I just...I know him. I know how he thinks.

Scott: *sits up*

Lori: If it were me and Stephanie had died...there is no way I would be doing anything rational. The first thing on my mind would be to get high. Make the pain go away.

Scott: What if you don't know him as well as you claim? What if he doesn't go that far?

Lori: What if he does?

Scott: Lori...if Tom does something stupid, that's on him. Not you.

Lori: I can't accept that. *jumps out of bed, grabs jeans*

Scott: What are you going to do? Perch outside his bedroom window?

Lori: If I have to.

Scott: *gets out of bed, walks over*

Lori: But if I'm right, he's not at home right now. *zips up jacket*

Scott: Lori, this is ridiculous.

Lori: I need to borrow your car.

Scott: Why?

Lori: *blinks* ...I don't want my truck getting broken into.

Scott: Lori, no.

Lori: *walks around bed*

Scott: *grabs jeans*

Lori: What are you doing?

Scott: Through sickness and health, crazy and sane, until death do us part.

Lori: *frowns* I'm pretty sure 'crazy and sane' isn't on the list.

Scott: Does it count as 'sickness and health' then?

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *looks at watch* Your mother's up every Thursday until 2am because of her pilates parties, I'm sure she wouldn't mind an extra pilates partner. Go get Steph.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: Before I change my mind.

Lori: Right. *runs*

Car, road

Lori: Turn here! Turn here.

Scott: *swings wheel*

Lori: *looks out window* It'll be a brown house with vines up the side. To your left.

Scott: Up there?

Lori: Yeah. Pull up there.

Scott: *turns wheel* How do you know this place?

Lori: This is where I came to sleep around with random guys.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: It's a crack house.

Scott: *looks back at road* Okay. *turns key*

Lori: *opens door, jumps out*

Inside house

Lori: *shines flashlight*

Scott: You actually lived like this when you were a kid?

Lori: No. This is considered the high life, no pun intended. I lived in a pounded earth hut with aluminum doors with 80 other children. *walks up stairs*

Scott: *lifts brows*

Hallway

Lori: *looks around*

Scott: Were you the only American?

Lori: *lowers flashlight, looks at Scott*

Scott: What? I'm not allowed to be curious?

Lori: I thought I told you everything.

Scott: Apparently not.

Lori: ...I don't remember. Is it important?

Scott: Not really.

Lori: TOM!

Scott: *flinches*

Lori: TOM, YOU HERE? *walks away*

Scott: *shakes head, walks*

Bedroom

Tom: *stares at door* ...How the hell does she do that? *looks down, brings syringe up to arm*

Lori: *opens door*

Tom: *lifts head*

Lori: Put it down.

Tom: Piss off.

Lori: *steps forward*

Tom: *lifts gun*

Lori: *looks at gun*

Scott: *walks in*

Tom: *frowns*

Lori: You're not going to shoot me.

Tom: *cocks gun*

Lori: Don't be an idiot.

Tom: Don't try to stop me.

Lori: You're going to kill yourself with heroin? Why don't you just put the gun in your mouth?

Scott: Lori.

Lori: Well it's true.

Tom: I'm not going to kill myself. I'm not Finch.

Scott: *looks at Lori* You told him?

Lori: *scrunches nose* ...Would it make you mad if I said I told my mother, father and uncle too?

Scott: *sigh*

Tom: *presses down on syringe*

Lori: NO! *runs*

Tom: *lifts gun*

Lori: *stops* ...Ergh, I hate it when people do that.

Tom: *sighs, lowers gun*

Lori: You're an idiot.

Tom: *drops gun*

Lori: *runs over, sits on bed, grabs Tom's face* I hope you're happy, you probably just ruined everything.

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: *rolls eyes* God. *grabs Tom's arm* Come on, we're taking you...to a home.

Scott: You're not taking him to our home.

Lori: Scott, we have 6 bedrooms and his fiancé can't see him like this.

Scott: What, happy?

Lori: *frowns* He's not happy, he's high. Besides, Steph's with my mother so it's not like she'll be in any danger.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: I can't believe I just said that.

Scott: *walks over, grabs Tom's arm* Here, let me help. C'mon, get up.

Tom: *stands*

Lori: *picks up gun, tucks it behind back*

Tom: *places hand on Scott's chest* You're a good pal. *smiles, laughs*

Scott: You sure he's not drunk?

Lori: Don't worry, he'll be on the nod before you know it.

Scott: What the hell does that mean?

Lori: Wait and find out.

Car, road

Lori: *looks back*

Scott: He still alive?

Tom: *salutes*

Lori: He's alive.

Tom: *falls over onto seat*

Lori: *pats Tom on the knee*

Scott: I can't wait until we can have a normal night together.

Lori: *smiles* That became out of the question the second you first spoke to me. *leans over, kisses Scott's cheek*

Scott: Great.

Gables Estates, house

Scott: *drops Tom onto couch*

Lori: *sits on couch* Tom. *grabs Tom's face* You still with me?

Tom: *opens eyes slowly*

Lori: *smiles* There you go. Hi.

Tom: *leans forward*

Lori: Oop. *grabs Tom*

Scott: And they gave me valium?

Lori: *looks at Scott* You can't have what he has. And believe me, you don't want it.

Scott: I don't think you understand the magnitude of-

Lori: Scott.

Scott: Drugs are bad.

Lori: Good boy. *looks at Tom*

Scott: *sits on couch*

Lori: *sighs, hugs Tom*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *presses forehead against Tom's*

Scott: You okay?

Lori: *shakes head* ...He um...*wipes eye* he sent me to treatment. *sniffs* Now look at him.

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Lori: I should have let him shoot me. At least I would have gotten the fucking needle away from his arm. *starts to cry* He doesn't deserve this.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *hugging Tom, crying*

Scott: *blinks*

Kitchen, 9am

Lori: *pouring coffee*

Scott: *walks over, looks at Tom*

Tom: *lying head on table*

Scott: *whispers* Is he still-

Lori: Yeah.

Tom: *lifts head*

Scott: *hands over cup*

Tom: I'm not thirsty.

Scott: Amy called. I told her you were working a double.

Tom: But I'm not.

Scott: Yeah well the truth didn't make you seem like a great catch.

Tom: I have to call her, *places hands on pockets* where's my phone?

Scott: Off and out of sight. You're at work, remember?

Tom: I-I need my phone. *stands*

Scott: *stands* Have a seat, Tom.

Tom: I have to go. I need to get home. Amy needs me. Take me home!

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *runs over, takes Tom's arm* Tom.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *smiles* Take a deep breath, relax.

Tom: *sigh*

Lori: We'll find you your phone but first, you have to sit down.

Tom: *sits*

Lori: *sits*

Tom: Where's Stephanie?

Lori: *lifts brow* ...Scott just picked her up, she's upstairs asleep.

Tom: Can I see her?

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Um...you know what, I don't think that would be a good idea.

Tom: I'm not a bad person, Lori.

Lori: You're altered.

Tom: I feel fine.

Lori: I know you do.

Tom: I want to see her.

Lori: No.

Tom: I need to see her. *stands, walks away*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *runs*

Upstairs, hallway

Tom: *looks around*

Scott: *runs over* Hey!

Tom: *looks at Scott* What the hell do you want?

Scott: To take you back downstairs so you can have some coffee.

Tom: You realize coffee does nothing to help drunks and drug addicts, right?

Scott: Stephanie's tired, she just spent all night at my mother in-law's place where I'm pretty sure she got no sleep. I don't want anyone to disturb her.

Tom: *leans against wall*

Scott: Tom, I'm sorry...about everything. It must have been horrible.

Tom: *sigh* All I wanted was a family. Y'know? A real one. I never had that when I was a kid. My mom left us and my dad was a heroin addict. You know I have 7 siblings?

Scott: *shakes head*

Tom: All of them were destroyed by gangs and drugs. I was the only one who made something of my life, I became a police officer. I wanted so badly to...break from the mold. My plan was to make an honest living, find a beautiful, smart woman and marry her, then have some kids of my own.

Scott: It's a great ambition.

Tom: One stupid mistake fucked it all up. When I got back from my undercover work, I lost my job, I lost my daughter, I lost my girlfriend, my home...I didn't care about anything, at least nothing but the drugs. *laughs* And then Lori came along and...suddenly I started caring again. I thought I could reclaim what I'd lost or at least build something new and good. And now look at me. Making the same mistakes all over again.

Scott: Then do something about it before it's too late. You still have a home and a fiancé. You still have your job. And on top of that, you have Lori. She's a great person to have fighting on your team and she seems to understand where you're coming from. You're not alone in this, Tom.

Tom: *nods*

Scott: But you need to stay clean.

Tom: I know.

Scott: Go downstairs and hang out for a while. *places hand on Tom's shoulder*

Tom: *nods, walks away*

Scott: *scratches head*

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

 

A little chapter for now.

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Gables Estates, house, 11am

Lori: *opens door, smiles* Hey! *hugs Speed* You find the place okay?

Speed: Yeah.

Lori: Scott's out getting Steph some ice cream so it's just us until he gets back. *steps back*

Speed: *walks in* Wow. And I thought the front was impressive.

Lori: Would you like the grand tour?

Speed: Something tells me I don't have a choice.

Lori: *grabs Speed's hand* I HAVE to show you the pool! *runs*

20 minutes later, kitchen

Lori: *runs in* And here's the kitchen! *twirls around* So what do you think?

Speed: *looks around* It's...totally out of my pay grade.

Lori: *smiles*

Speed: *looks at Lori* It's great. Beautiful.

Lori: You want a soda or something?

Speed: Sure.

Lori: *runs over to fridge, opens it*

Speed: I've been meaning to ask...what's with the eye?

Lori: *turns around* Huh? *hands over soda*

Speed: You have a black eye.

Lori: *touches cheek* Oh yeah. It's nothing.

Speed: Was it Scott?

Lori: *laughs*

Speed: *frowns*

Lori: *smiling* Sorry, that was really cute. No, the day Scott becomes a wife beater will be the day hell freezes over. It was Tom.

Speed: How is that any better?

Lori: Look, if I had a nickel for every time a guy used me as a punching bag, I'd have more money than Scott. He was upset, I was an asshole to him and I didn't get my face out of the way fast enough. End of story.

Speed: *sits on stool*

Lori: *walks over, sits* So how's Anni?

Speed: Uncomfortable...excited.

Lori: *smiles* How about you? You ready to start changin' diapers again?

Speed: *drinks soda*

Lori: *punches Speed's arm* This is us. You can be excited.

Speed: *smirks*

Lori: YAY! *kisses Speed's cheek* MWAH!

Speed: *smiles*

Lori: There you go! Be happy! This is good!

Speed: Okay, okay, enough.

Lori: *grabs Speed's soda, drinks*

Scott: *walks in* Hey!

Lori: *looks into foyer* Hey! We're in here!

Scott: *walks over*

Steph: *runs in* Momma I got TIGER ice cream!

Lori: *smiles* Great! *picks up Steph*

Steph: *sits in Lori's lap*

Lori: Look who's here!

Steph: *looks at Speed, gasps* GRAMPA!

Speed: *waves*

Steph: *smiling* Want some ice cream?

Speed: Not right now but thank you.

Steph: *eats ice cream*

Scott: *opens fridge*

Lori: I showed Dad the house.

Scott: Oh? *grabs beer*

Speed: It's a great place.

Scott: Thanks. *opens beer, leans against counter*

Steph: Momma, I wanna go swimming.

Lori: You can't go by yourself.

Steph: How come?

Lori: Because I said so.

Steph: *frowns*

Lori: Maybe a little later, Daddy will go with you.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Steph: But I wanna go NOW!

Lori: Don't. I mean it.

Steph: *opens mouth*

Scott: Stephanie.

Steph: *looks at Scott* ...*closes mouth*

Scott: What do you say?

Steph: ...Sorry, Momma.

Lori: *places hand on Steph's head* Finish up your ice cream.

Steph: *eats ice cream*

Scott: *drinks beer*

Speed: Well I should get going. Anni has a doctor's appointment in a couple hours. *stands*

Lori: *places Steph on floor* Okay. *stands* Thanks for comin' over. *hugs Speed*

Speed: *wraps arm around Lori* Take care of yourself.

Lori: You too, Daddy.

Speed: *whispers* No more fist fights.

Lori: *smirks*

Speed: *lets go, walks away*

Scott: He's in a good mood.

Lori: *nods*

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

 

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Condo, bedroom, 7pm, 3 months later

Anni: *reaches over, grabs Speed by the shirt*

Speed: *opens eyes*

Anni: Up.

Speed: *sits up*

Anni: We have to go.

Speed: To the hospital?

Anni: You'd think after the other 5 times, you'd know how to do this.

Speed: *jumps out of bed, grabs keys*

Anni: *puts on housecoat*

Speed: Do you need me to do anything?

Anni: Yeah, start the car. AH! *grabs onto bed*

Speed: *runs over, grabs Anni's arm* Isn't there some sort of breathing thing you're supposed to do?

Anni: *looks at Speed*

Speed: This is the part where you hate me for having sex with you, isn't it.

Anni: Just a little bit. UGH.

Speed: Okay, let's go.

Hospital, room

Anni: *leans back in bed*

Speed: How do you feel?

Anni: OW OW OW OW! *grabs Speed by the hair*

Speed: *winces*

Anni: Dear GOD I don't remember it being this bad!

Doctor: *walks in* So how are we feeling this evening?

Anni: Get it out! GET IT OUT!

Doctor: I see we're ready to have a baby. *lifts chart* Mrs...Speedle. *lifts head* Hey, did I deliver a Speedle here before? It was a younger woman...

Anni: Hey.

Speed: That was probably Lori.

Doctor: RIGHT! Right the loud, cussing one!

Speed: That'd be her.

Doctor: *sits in chair, puts on gloves* Alrighty, let's get a peek. Say ahh!

Anni: *frowning*

Speed: *sits*

Doctor: Okay well we've got a little while yet so why don't you turn on the television and get comfy.

Anni: Ugh, just wake me when it's time to push. *pulls up blanket*

Gables Estates, house, 8:30pm

Scott: No.

Lori: It's only for a few hours! If you're making me wear a dress, then I'm making you accept that Tom's babysitting Stephanie while we're at your APL shindig. I just hope I don't get shot again.

Scott: What if he's high?

Lori: I just talked to him this morning, he's sober.

Scott: I don't want him alone with my little girl.

Lori: *shakes head, grabs purse* Too bad. Get over it.

Doorbell rings

Scott: I'm sending him home. *walks away*

Lori: NO you're not! *runs over, grabs Scott* Keep your trap shut. I'm trusting her with him. Somebody has to.

Scott: You're doing this to make him feel better?

Lori: *walks away*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door*

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: Hi. Come on in.

Tom: *walks in*

Scott: *steps over*

Tom: *looks at Scott*

Lori: Steph!

Steph: *runs downstairs*

Lori: *kneels* Now, you be good for Tom, okay? Do whatever he says.

Steph: Okay Momma.

Lori: We'll be back later tonight. *stands* If you have any problems, you have my cell number.

Scott: I'll go start the car. *glances at Tom, leaves*

Tom: I'm going to take a guess and say Scott wasn't fully on board with this.

Lori: Not entirely. He's protective of Stephanie.

Tom: Of course he is, he's her father.

Lori: Yeah. *looks outside* ...Ugh, next time you wear the dress and I'll babysit.

Tom: *smiles* You look beautiful.

Lori: Thanks.

Horn blares

Lori: *rolls eyes* See you later. *walks away*

Tom: *shuts door*

Steph: *tugs on Tom's jeans* I want candy.

Tom: *looks down* Me too. Where do you keep it?

Steph: The cupboard.

Tom: Your house has a zillion cupboards.

Steph: *giggles*

APL Manhattan, Miami, 9pm

Lori: *trips over heels* Ugh. How can you look so dashing and I'm over here looking like a fumbling idiot?

Scott: *takes Lori's hand* Heel, toe.

Lori: I'm trying. *looks around* God, there has to be 500 people here. Ew...Scott, there's a dance floor. Please tell me we'll be nowhere near it.

Scott: Smile, nod and if need be, dance.

Lori: No. I don't dance.

Scott: Well get over your fears because the music is starting.

Lori: That doesn't mean we have to join them.

Woman: SCOTT! HI! If we can get everyone on the floor, Kimberly will personally donate 5 million dollars to our charities. Kids with cancer! Woo! *twirls, dances away*

Scott: *smiling*

Lori: ...Is she happy about the money or the cancer?

Scott: Lori, it's one dance.

Lori: No. See most people get to practice this sort of thing at proms and winter formals and all that garbage and I've never done any of it. I don't know where to put my hands or how to stand or where to move.

Scott: It's okay, I'll lead.

Lori: What the hell does that mean? And do you even know how to dance?

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *rolls eyes* No.

Scott: It's not like we have to tango.

Lori: Dance with someone else.

Scott: I'm the Vice President of the company, it'll look a little weird if I'm not dancing with my wife.

Lori: I thought you were cool with rumours.

Scott: I would die for you, Lori. The least you could do is dance for me.

Lori: *frowns* Okay the guilt trip thing isn't cool. I'm totally stepping on your foot for that. *grabs Scott* Let's go.

Scott: *smiles* Thank you.

Dance floor

Lori: Now what?

Scott: *steps closer, places hand on Lori's back*

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: *takes Lori's hand*

Lori: *looks around* I look stupid.

Scott: You're breathtaking. Now pretend you're having fun.

Lori: Like...giddy fun or...snobby rich bitch fun?

Scott: Move your feet.

Lori: Why?

Scott: Because you're supposed to be dancing.

Lori: *looks down at feet, walks*

Scott: No no, look up at me.

Lori: *lifts head* Then how will I be able to see where I'm putting my feet?

Scott: *pulls Lori closer* Relax...move with me.

Lori: *blinks* No no no I can't do this.

Scott: *swings Lori*

Lori: *grabs onto Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: I'm glad you find this amusing because I sure as hell don't.

Scott: You're doing just fine.

Lori: Where did you learn this?

Scott: My mother taught me.

Lori: ...You're weird.

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

2 minutes later

Scott: There, see, you're getting the hang of it.

Lori: Well I'm a quick study at bullshitting my way through stuff.

Scott: Excellent. That's what most of these parties are about.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: What.

Scott: Just looking.

10pm, corner of room

Lori: *sips water*

Scott: *grabs wine glass*

Lori: So...we've been married almost 3 years now.

Scott: Right.

Lori: You've never cheated on me?

Scott: *stares at Lori, drinks wine*

Lori: ...Scott.

Scott: I kissed Amy.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: It was the day I visited you in Miami while you and Steph were staying at Tom's place. I'm sorry, there's no excuse f-

Lori: No. It's okay.

Scott: It's not okay.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's chest*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: I understand.

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

 

Thanks so much for the reviews.

Welcome, texmex327!

Heh, I'm hoping to get them back into the Hummerhome again soon.

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Gables Estates, house, 1am

Lori: *sits on couch, punches Tom*

Tom: *lifts head* DON'T LEAVE MY SIGHT!

Lori: *smiles* Relax, it's just me. We're back. Scott just took Stephanie upstairs.

Tom: *looks at Lori* Oh. *sits up* How was the party?

Lori: *takes off heels* Dancetastic.

Tom: You don't like dancing.

Lori: *shrugs* It was for charity. Oh, I meant to ask you...how was the wedding?

Tom: Canceled.

Lori: *lifts brows*

Tom: It's not a big deal. Amy's still dealing with everything.

Lori: I'm sorry.

Scott: *walks over*

Tom: *stands* I'll be getting home. Have a good evening. *walks away*

Scott: *looks back*

Phone beeps

Lori: *pulls phone from purse, presses button*

Scott: *sits on couch*

Lori: Looks like I have a new baby sister.

Scott: *looks over at phone* That was quick.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: *grabs remote, flips channel*

Lori: *closes phone* They named her Brooklyn. *rolls eyes* Two guesses whose idea that was.

Scott: I think I like your father even more.

Lori: You would.

Hospital, room

Anni: *holding baby, looks down* You sweet little thing you.

Speed: *leans over* She's beautiful.

Anni: *looks at Speed*

Speed: *smiles*

Anni: *sigh*

Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 2am

Lori: *smiling*

Scott: Lori...give me my cell phone.

Lori: *dangling phone* Oooh it's still ringing.

Scott: That's my New York office, it's important.

Lori: I'm sure it'll be there when you get back. *taps chin* Or will it...

Scott: Hilarious. *grabs at phone*

Lori: *jumps onto bed*

Scott: I'm serious, Lori.

Lori: *opens phone* Hello?

Scott: Lori-

Lori: Oh hi mister Executive VP of Finance, how are ya?

Scott: *climbs onto bed*

Lori: *jumps off bed, smiling* This is Scott Finch's prostitute, he's too busy to come to the phone right now, may I take a message?

Scott: *steps off bed* Give me the phone.

Lori: *steps back, runs around bed*

Scott: *runs, grabs Lori*

Lori: *screams*

Scott: *grabs at phone*

Lori: *throws phone into other hand*

Scott: *tickles Lori*

Lori: ACK! *giggles, drops phone*

Scott: *smiles*

Doorbell rings

Scott: *looks at watch*

Lori: Either that guy on the phone really wanted to talk to you or someone doesn't know what time it is.

Foyer

Scott: *opens door*

Katie: IT'S NOT FAIR! *storms in*

Lori: *walks downstairs*

Katie: WHY DO THEY GET A BABY! I WANT A KID!

Lori: You have one.

Katie: MINE ARE ALL DEAD!

Lori: *frowns* Um, hello.

Katie: Oh hi, honey. *looks around* Oooh nice place. Hey Scott, you got any coffee on?

Scott: It's 2 in the morning.

Katie: Lori, button up that shirt. You look like a hooker. *walks into kitchen*

Lori: *frowns*

Kitchen

Katie: *opens coffee pot* But you know, it's cool. I can always adopt some foreign kid from a third world country like Madonna or Angelina Jolie. *looks at Scott* Do they do credit checks?

Scott: *stares at Katie*

Lori: Mom, go home.

Katie: I can't, it's being fumagated. HEY you have extra bedrooms, right? No hanky panky now, I need my beauty sleep.

Lori: *slams head against fridge*

Scott: *places hands on Lori's shoulders* We would love it if you stayed.

Lori: *mumbles* No we wouldn't.

Katie: *dumps beans into blender* Great! I want fresh towels and breakfast in bed.

Lori: Does this look like a hotel?

Katie: Yes.

Lori: *frowns* It's not.

Katie: *presses finger on button*

Scott: *grabs blender* Maybe you would prefer if I made you a cup of coffee.

Katie: Why?

Scott: This grinds fruits and vegetables.

Katie: *looks at blender* Oh. Okay.

Lori: *sits at table*

Katie: Lori, your shorts are too short. It's way too suggestive. OH do you mind if I use your scissors over there to clip my toenails?

Lori: I can't imagine why you're still single.

Katie: Oh hush, I'm a dish. Right Scotty? *slaps Scott's butt*

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: *rubs temples* My mother is Anni, my mother is Anni, my mother is Anni.

Katie: *looks around* Where's that nice young man, Tom? Are you still sleeping with him?

Lori: Mother...

Katie: I heard you two used to go at it like rabbits.

Lori: *grabs pencil, flips it*

Scott: *takes pencil from Lori* What would you like in your coffee?

Katie: Two creams, no sugar.

Scott: No problem.

Katie: You're a peach.

Lori: *sigh*

Miami, Hummer, road, 2 weeks later

Speed: *turns wheel* And this guy kept the girl in his house.

Tom: Yeah. A couple months ago, she got away and I arrested the guy but the judge wouldn't grant me a warrant to search his house.

Speed: Why not?

Tom: He was a dick.

Speed: Couldn't try another judge?

Tom: Some personal shit happened so I only just got back to the case. I think he may be keeping another girl in his home.

Speed: How so?

Tom: PD got a call this morning from the next door neighbor. There's a strange smell coming from his house.

Speed: *nods*

Tom: I figured I should bring CSI with me.

Speed: Good thinking.

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

 

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Pinecrest, house, 11am

Tom: *lifts gun, shines flashlight*

Speed: *looks around*

Tom: Definitely smells like death.

Speed: Where's the homeowner?

Tom: He's supposed to be at work. *opens door*

Door creeks open

Guy is seen dead on bed

Tom: ...Or not.

Speed: That's the suspect.

Tom: Not anymore. *grabs wallet from nightstand* Carson Baker, 28.

Speed: *places kit on floor, opens it*

Tom: *shines flashlight* No big loss, considering what he did.

Speed: *picks up camera* You mean treating women like garbage? Isn't that
your forte?

Tom: *looks at Speed*

Speed: *snaps pictures*

Tom: *lowers eyes, looks back at bed* No indication of a struggle. *tilts
head* Got a syringe on the floor. *kneels, picks up syringe* Empty but appears
to be used. *stands* No apparent external injuries, it could be an overdose.

Speed: How astute.

Tom: *lowers flashlight, frowns*

Gables Estates, house, 4pm

Lori: *chopping vegetables*

Katie: You're doing it wrong.

Lori: Shut up, Mother. I've chopped a lot more than vegetables in my day, I
think I can handle it.

Katie: You need to rock the blade, not chop the hell out of the counter.

Lori: Stop it.

Katie: You're doing it like you're trying to murder it.

Lori: Yeah, I'm imagining your face in it.

Katie: Cut the attitude.

Lori: Bite me.

Katie: Don't make me slap you.

Lori: Dont make me shove this knife into your eye socket.

Scott: *walks over* I'm home.

Lori: *smiles* Scott. *steps over, kisses Scott*

Katie: So she does kiss her husband with that mouth.

Scott: What are you cooking?

Lori: I don't know, I just though I'd chop some vegetables and see what you
can do with them.

Katie: Don't make him cook dinner, he just got home from work. He had a hard
day. Hey Scott, can I give you a massage?

Scott: No.

Katie: Damnit.

Scott: Where's Steph?

Lori: Upstairs having a nap.

Scott: *grabs pot, puts it on stove*

Katie: *pushes Scott* The ladies will cook dinner. You go out into the living
room, put on the game and have a beer.

Scott: ...But I don't like football.

Katie: *lifts brow* Didn't you play sports in highschool?

Scott: Yes. Doesn't mean I like to watch other people play them.

Lori: Oh by the way...I invited Tom over for dinner?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: ...He and Amy aren't doing so hot so I thought he could use some
company to take his mind off of it.

Katie: YAY! More hot stud muffins for dinner!

Scott: *sigh*

Doorbell rings

Lori: *smiles* Just in time. *walks away*

Katie: That girl needs to be taught the meaning of boundaries.

Scott: I'm sure her heart's in the right place.

Katie: *rolls eyes* You have much to learn.

Dinner table, 5pm

Katie: *drinks wine*

Scott: *picking at food*

Tom: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *nibbles at salad*

Katie: So Lori, who's better in the sack? Scott or Tom?

Lori: *chokes on salad*

Katie: Chew your food before you swallow, dear.

Lori: How about you not open your mouth while I'm eating. And before you ask,
I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

Katie: Then how will I know which one of them to hit on all night?

Lori: *frowns*

Katie: So Tom, how's that heroin?

Tom: *mumbles* Nothing compared to her.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *drinks beer*

Lori: Tom, kitchen. *stands, walks away*

Tom: *places beer on table*

Scott: *frowns*

Kitchen

Lori: *turns around*

Tom: *walks over*

Lori: What the hell is wrong with you?

Tom: Nothing.

Lori: You compared me to heroin.

Tom: What do you want me to say? That I'm in love with you? That I can't stop
thinking about you or worrying about you? That whenever you smile, I stop
feeling miserable for once? That whenever you cry, I just want to take that pain
from you and endure it so you don't have to? That I wish I had met you before
Scott because I don't want to live another second of my life without you? Fine,
I'll admit that.

Lori: *stares blankly*

Tom: But at least if you don't feel the same way, stop stringing me along.

Lori: I don't feel the same way.

Tom: Good. I'm glad we're on the same page now.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: I don't want to intrude on the rest of your family dinner. Give Steph my
best

Lori: Sure.

Tom: *walks away*

Katie: *runs over* Do you have any teddygrams?

Lori: *frowns*

Bedroom, 11pm

Scott: *reading book*

Lori: *rolls over* Turn. Off. The. Light.

Scott: I'm almost finished.

Lori: *climbs over Scott, turns out light*

Scott: ...Clearly I was mistaken. *takes off glasses*

Lori: *flops onto bed*

Scott: *closes book, places it on nightstand*

Lori: I don't know why you read anyway, it's not like you'll be getting any
smarter.

Scott: *smiles* It's not always about improving your intelligence. *leans on
pillow, kisses Lori* Goodnight.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: *lies down*

Lori: *snuggles closer, places hand on Scott's chest*

Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: ...Thanks for being so patient with me.

Scott: That's love.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *closes eyes*

Lori: ...Still having nightmares?

Scott: ...Not when you're with me.

Lori: *lifts head, looks at Scott*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Lori: Then I guess I should stay extra close. *lies head against Scott's
cheek*

Scott: *takes Lori's hand*

Lori: I love you.

Scott: *closes eyes*

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