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

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Here's a short one coming y'alls way.

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APL Manhattan, Miami, boardroom, 9am

Scott: *stands at table, opens folder* Okay, let's get started. You're all here because you applied for the internship at APL Manhattan and you were hand-selected by Roger, the General Manager of this branch. He'll be separating you into teams of 2 for each department. Roger?

Roger: *stands* This is a competitive field with opportunities for advancement so I want to see a lot of passion and hard work. I brought in Donna Wilson, she'll be taking you to your departments, introducing you to your co-workers and setting you up with your work stations. Any questions?

Guy: *lifts hand*

Roger: Yes...*looks down at folder* ...Luke Tennison.

Luke: How much are we getting paid?

Roger: We're starting you all out at minimum wage.

Luke: I could get more than that at McDonalds.

Roger: Well this isn't McDonalds.

Scott: *rubs eyes*

Roger: Mister Finch can elaborate further if you'd prefer. *looks at Scott*

Scott: *head droops*

Roger: *elbows Scott*

Scott: *lifts head* What?

Donna: *looks at Scott*

Scott: What were we uh, talking about again?

Roger: Why don't we take a break. There's a cafeteria downstairs, go get yourselves a coffee.

Luke: *stands*

Interns stand, leave

Donna: *walks over*

Roger: You feeling alright?

Scott: *sits at table* I'm just a little tired. You go ahead and keep an eye on the kids.

Roger: Sure. *walks away*

Donna: *sits* You took your happy pills?

Scott: *lifts eyes* ...No.

Donna: You sure? Because you look...out of it.

Scott: ...Excuse me, I need to make a phonecall.

Donna: Sure. *stands, walks away*

Office, 10:30am

Lori: *walks in* Hey. What's up? What's with the call?

Scott: *leaning against wall* What the hell did you do to me...

Lori: *blinks* Um...sorry?

Scott: You served me my coffee this morning, what the hell did you put in it?

Lori: ...I didn't touch your coffee. I-I mean, I poured it and then I went to get the milk and poured that in. Why, what's going on?

Scott: I feel asleep in an important meeting. And now...I can barely keep my eyes open.

Lori: Maybe you're just tired.

Scott: I feel asleep in the men's room.

Lori: *smirks, covers mouth*

Scott: It's not funny.

Lori: *clears throat* Of course not.

Scott: Just tell me if you did it.

Lori: Scott, I didn't do anything. I sw-...you know what, I left your coffee alone while my mother was in the kitchen.

Scott: *frowns*

Lori: *shakes head* I gather this is her idea of a joke. I'm going to kill her.

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

 

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Another wee one.

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Gables Estates, house, 12pm

Lori: *walks through door* Piss off!

Scott: If you wanted to distract me to go sleep with your boyfriend, you didn't have to drug me!

Katie: *lowers book*

Lori: *turns around* I don't have to drug you to do anything, you don't pay attention to me anyway! You're always at the office with your ever-important paperwork! God forbid I want to steal 2 seconds of your precious time! No wonder I'm sleeping with someone else!

Scott: *slams door* So then I guess that answers your mother's question!

Lori: YEAH! He's better than you in bed! HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT HIS BOSS WHEN HE'S WITH ME!

Scott: *frowns* AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE DADDY ISSUES!

Lori: You're a prick. *walks away*

Scott: *grabs Lori's arm, yanks her back* Excuse me?

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *tilts head* What did you just call me?

Lori: I called you a prick.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *staring at Scott* Let go of my arm before I knock you on your Manhattan ass.

Scott: ...

Katie: *brings pen up to note pad*

Scott: *lets go*

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: *walks upstairs*

Lori: *walks away*

Katie: This is SO going into the book.

Upstairs, bedroom

Lori: *walks in* What the hell was that? You were supposed to hit me.

Scott: I think she got enough material for her book.

Lori: Scott, it's not fun to spoil her game if you won't play. Don't you want to get her back for drugging you and framing me for it just so she could get a reaction?

Scott: We can do it without getting too physical.

Lori: *rolls eyes* You're so lame. Look, if we're going to give her more, you'll need to man up and punch me in the face.

Scott: That makes no sense.

Lori: It's easy. *slams fist into Scott's face*

Scott: UGH! *holds face, frowns*

Lori: *smiles* See? You can feel that adrenaline rushing through your veins, can't you.

Scott: *sits on bed* You can calm down now.

Lori: Party pooper. *sits on bed*

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

 

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Gables Estates, house, 1pm

Katie: *opens notepad* So Scott, I understand the wheels on your Camaro were slashed. I wonder who did that. *looks at Lori*

Lori: *frowns*

Scott: *stares at Katie*

Katie: She must have been real angry about the argument this afternoon.

Scott: The tires on my car are slashed?

Katie: There's also 10 kilos of cocaine in your trunk. *shrugs* Criminals. Can't trust 'em.

Lori: There's how much cocaine in his trunk?

Katie: You should know, you put it there.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *stands*

Scott: *grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: *sits*

Scott: *looks at Katie* This has gone on long enough. You've been playing this game all day and we've indulged it so you had something to put in your little book about relationships in the hope that you'd either stop or recognize that we found you out and we're not being serious but we're finished.

Katie: You weren't being serious?

Lori: NO! You messed with us so we're messing with you! Granted, it was my idea and I never really have the smartest ideas and Scott's awesome for going along with it but...you put cocaine in his car?! Where the hell did you get that much!

Katie: You think you're the only one with connections?

Lori: What connections!

Katie: I pretended to be you.

Lori: OH MY GOD! MOTHER!

Katie: It's okay, in the roll of 20s, I stuck in a bunch of 1s so I didn't have to pay all of it. Joke's on them! HA!

Lori: ...Do you realize when they find out, they're not going to be very happy?

Katie: Why do you think I used your name?

Lori: *frowns*

Scott: I'll go get rid of it. *stands, walks away*

Lori: Wait for me! *jumps up, knocks over chair, runs*

Garage

Scott: *opens trunk*

Lori: *staring into trunk* What do you think we should do with it?

Scott: *looks at Lori* ...Get rid of it.

Lori: Right. I know that.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *hugs Scott's arm* Just leave it for tomorrow. Close it.

Scott: *closes trunk*

Lori: Lock it up. In fact, just lock the whole god damned garage.

Scott: You know how to get in here.

Lori: Then hide the keys, Scott.

Scott: Okay. Let's go inside.

Everglades Safari Park, 2pm

Calleigh: *closes Hummer door* What do we have?

Yelina: Tourist was found dead on this walking trail. No witnesses. ID was on the body, his name is Mark Chamberlain. He's from Boston.

Delko: *kneels, picks up wallet* Credit cards, cash...doesn't look like a robbery.

Calleigh: Got a casing over here. *shines flashlight*

Yelina: His family said he came out to take some pictures while they visited the gift shop.

Calleigh: And nobody heard the shot?

Yelina: Not so far. I'll keep canvasing the park, see if anyone turns up. *walks away*

Delko: *looks around* If he was taking pictures, there should be a camera around here. *walks over to edge of trail*

Calleigh: Killer could have taken it.

Delko: Why take the camera but not the credit cards or money?

Calleigh: Maybe he caught a photograph of his killer.

Delko: *leans over bridge* Or maybe he didn't get a chance to take it. Check it out. *points to edge of bridge*

Calleigh: *looks over* What is it?

Delko: *picks up plastic* It's the backing to a battery junction. Must have popped off when he dropped the camera.

Calleigh: *smiles* Then it looks like you're going for a swim.

Delko: *smirks*

Truck, road

Cait: Why can't I go with you to Australia?

Josh: You have finals coming up. Ethan and I should be back next week.

Cait: How come Mum can't come here?

Josh: That's just the way it is.

Cait: I don't want to stay with uncle Tim. He doesn't let me do anything.

Josh: You're not staying with uncle Tim. You're staying with Lori.

Cait: *smiles* Seriously? I get to stay at her house? YES!

Josh: Caitlin, if I get one phone call from them that you haven't been doing what you're supposed to, there's going to be hell to pay when I get back. Understand?

Cait: *rolls eyes*

Josh: Cait.

Cait: Fine! God, you're such a fucking-

Josh: *looks at Cait*

Cait: Nevermind.

Gables Estates, house, 4pm

Katie: Okay, I'm heading to work now. I should be back tomorrow.

Lori: Where are you going to be staying?

Katie: The lab. I'm working a double.

Lori: *nods*

Katie: I'll give you a call. *waves to Josh and Cait* Bye! *walks away*

Josh: Thanks for taking her.

Lori: It's no problem. I'll make sure she gets to school on time.

Josh: I should be back in a few days. Be good, Cait.

Cait: *crosses arms*

Josh: *walks away*

Lori: *shuts door*

Cait: So where's my room?

Lori: Upstairs. I'll show it to you.

Upstairs, bedroom

Cait: WHOA! This is HUGE! This is all for me?

Lori: Yep.

Cait: *smiles* Aw man, you're LOADED! This is so cool. *jumps onto bed* I'm gonna love this.

Lori: *sits on bed* Dinner will be on in a couple hours so you can veg out for a while.

Cait: Where's your hot hubby?

Lori: He's in the kitchen cooking dinner.

Cait: What are we having?

Lori: Fish.

Cait: Yuck. What else?

Lori: Vegetables.

Cait: Gross. Where's the real food?

Lori: I know how you feel. I'm not a big fan of fancy dinners, I'd just as much rather have a burger and a beer but that's not going to happen tonight.

Cait: Then I don't wanna eat.

Lori: Stephanie's 3 and she eats it.

Cait: Well she's a loser.

Lori: Then at least sit at the table with us. If you get hungry, you can have some.

Cait: Fine.

Lori: *stands, walks away*

Dinner table, 5pm

Cait: *picking at food*

Lori: *pours juice*

Steph: *reaches for cup*

Lori: Just a second.

Steph: Hurry, Momma.

Lori: *slides glass over* Two hands.

Steph: *grabs cup, drinks*

Scott: *sits at table*

Cait: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *picks up fork*

Cait: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *smiles* Hi.

Cait: *smiles* I like the fish.

Lori: ...You haven't eaten it.

Cait: Shut up, I'm not talking to you.

Lori: *frowns*

Cait: *eats fish*

Lori: So Cait...what do you want to be when you finish highschool?

Cait: I don't know.

Lori: *slaps Scott* What did you want to be when you were a kid?

Scott: Uh...like any little boy, I went through a lot of phases. Cowboy, fireman, doctor...then in highschool I was working toward something in business or foreign trade. I liked competition.

Cait: So you like, picked a boring job.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: What do you like to do?

Cait: *shrugs* Lots of stuff. Doesn't mean I'll make a career out of it.

Lori: You have lots of time yet to decide.

Cait: Can I have a beer?

Lori: Um...no.

Cait: I drink all the time.

Lori: You're not old enough.

Cait: Wow talk about pot and kettle.

Lori: Your dad doesn't want you drinking, it has nothing to do with what I've done in the past.

Cait: You mean stabbing my father and pouring bleach all over him?

Lori: *stares at Cait*

Cait: I remember you doing it. *looks down at plate, picks up fork*

Lori: I'm sorry, Cait.

Cait: *rolls eyes* Yeah, whatever. *digs at food*

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

 

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Truck, road, 7:30am next day

Cait: *staring out window*

Scott: Which school do you go to?

Cait: Coral Gables High.

Scott: Great. I know where that is.

Cait: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *turns wheel*

Cait: *looks down at lap*

Scott: You okay?

Cait: Yeah. *dusts off leg*

Scott: You don't sound very sure about that.

Cait: It's nothing. Just drive me there and go away.

Scott: *nods* Okay.

Gables Estates, garage, 8am

Lori: *digging screwdriver into trunk* Ugh...come on, come on. *scratches at trunk* OPEN!

Scott: *steps in* Lori? *shuts door*

Lori: *lifts head*

Scott: What are you doing?

Lori: *stands* Open it.

Scott: No.

Lori: *frowns* OPEN IT!

Scott: *walks over* No. I'm going to dispose of it.

Lori: *screams, swings screwdriver*

Scott: *grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: *grips screwdriver, struggles* UGH!

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *frowning*

Scott: Relax your arm...and give me the screwdriver.

Lori: *lowers eyes, loosens grip*

Scott: *takes screwdriver*

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *lies head on Scott's chest, closes eyes* ...Thank you.

Scott: Why don't we go inside.

House, living room

Lori: *sips coffee*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: Stop it.

Scott: What?

Lori: Peering into my soul. It's aggrevating.

Scott: *smirks, lowers head* Sorry.

Lori: You know what it's like to be addicted to cocaine.

Scott: *lifts eyes* I do?

Lori: Yeah. You took it, remember?

Scott: For 2 days. I wasn't addicted. It did however, scare the crap out of me.

Lori: *leans back on couch, stares down at cup* I took my first hit when I was 8. I didn't even know what it was. I just knew it felt good and if I did what I was told, I got more.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *shakes head* I hate this. It's like I move forward 100 steps and fall back a thousand. *frowns* WHY CAN'T I JUST GET BETTER! *throws cup*

Cup smashes into table

Scott: *looks down at table*

Lori: *leans forward, places hand on forehead* ...My father has this new baby...he seems excited and happy...protective. Why does she deserve more protection than I did when I was little? Why was my childhood worthless enough to destroy?

Scott: ...I thought you forgave him.

Lori: I tried. In fact, I wasn't angry with him for the longest time. But some part of me still thinks he doesn't quite understand what it did to me. What it's still doing to me.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: Anyway...thanks for stopping me.

Scott: *takes Lori's hand* Anytime.

Lori: ...Can I tell you something stupid if you promise not to laugh?

Scott: *smirks* Sure.

Lori: For some reason, I've always felt like you were here...for me.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: I don't know, like you were meant for me. Isn't that dumb?

Scott: *shakes head* No.

Lori: *looks down at floor*

Scott: I thought you weren't big on fate.

Lori: *shrugs*

Steph: *runs over* MOMMA! Momma, you forgot breakfast.

Lori: *looks at Steph*

Steph: *climbs onto couch* Move over, Daddy.

Scott: *smiles* Yes ma'am.

Steph: *flops down on couch* Momma, I want muffins.

Lori: You had muffins yesterday.

Steph: Yup. *reaches across Scott's lap, grabs juice box from side table*

Lori: *smirks*

Steph: *jabs straw into juice box*

Lori: *places hand on Steph's head* You want banana chocolate chip again?

Steph: *nods, drinks*

Scott: I need to head to work but you two have fun. *stands*

Steph: DADDY!

Scott: *looks at Steph*

Steph: *reaches out* Hug.

Scott: *smiles* Of course. *kneels, wraps arms around Steph*

Steph: *hugs Scott*

Scott: Be good for Mommy.

Steph: Kay.

Scott: *stands*

Lori: *leans back on couch*

Scott: I shouldn't be home late. *leaves*

Lori: *sigh*

Steph: *grabs Lori's hand* Muffin time, Momma.

Lori: *smiles* Okay, muffin time.

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