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

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Miami Lab, 12pm

Horatio: He's qualified.

Speed: He's a drug addict.

Horatio: If I recall correctly, you were an alcoholic addicted to morphine.

Speed: ...So when does he start?

Horatio: Today. His training isn't supposed to start until next Friday but I want to get him familiar with protocol and the staff as soon as possible. If his proficiencies go well, he'll be a Level 1 within the next couple of months.

Speed: Who's training him?

Horatio: You are.

Speed: ...Why.

Horatio: You've had to train CSIs before and you've been trained by the best.

Speed: You think Megan's still alive?

Horatio: Speed...

Speed: Alright but if I have any problems with him, I-

Horatio: You'll deal with them.

Speed: *frowns*

Horatio: *walks away*

Speed: *angry sigh*

Trace Lab, 12:45pm

Speed: *looks at watch*

Tom: *walks in*

Speed: You're late.

Tom: It's lunch.

Speed: First thing you need to know when working here. It doesn't matter what time it is, if someone tells you to be here for something, you be here. It could mean the difference between life and death.

Tom: You guys sit in a lab all day and process bitty pieces of nonsense from already dead people.

Speed: This lab works missing persons cases, robberies, sex crimes, appeals and murders. Anything hot.

Tom: What about cold cases?

Speed: If it pertains to a current investigation, cold cases are sometimes reopened. And it's not nonsense, it's evidence.

Tom: *crosses arms* Great, what's next?

Speed: *drops large binder onto table*

Tom: *looks at binder*

Speed: Read that.

Tom: What the hell is it?

Speed: Protocols. Everything from safety to security.

Tom: Shouldn't take too long to get through it.

Speed: *slams large box onto table*

Tom: *looks at box*

Speed: That's just volume 1. This is the rest of it.

Tom: ...You're telling me you read all this.

Speed: Every word.

Tom: What, in the 1800s? Isn't there a palm pilot edition?

Speed: Start reading.

Tom: *grabs chair, sits*

Speed: Over the next 6 months, you'll be attending various criminology conferences and lectures. The schedule's in this folder. *throws folder onto table*

Tom: Isn't there a faster way to do this?

Speed: The only advantage you have is that you've already taken 2 years worth of schooling in this field and you've been on the job longer which is impressive because you don't seem that smart to me.

Tom: You mean you people weren't born king shits of the lab?

Speed: Cute. I'll be back in 2 hours. You should be halfway through that book by then. *walks away*

Tom: ...I'd rather be unemployed.

Gables Estates, house, kitchen, 1pm

Lori: *washing plate*

Katie: *looks into living room* Why do you do those horrible things to that poor man?

Lori: *throws plate into sink*

Katie: They don't come any better than Scott Finch.

Lori: Yeah, he's a saint.

Katie: Compared to everyone else you've been associated with, yes.

Lori: Look, Mom, I don't really want to talk about it.

Katie: What the hell is wrong with you?

Lori: I said I don't want to talk about it.

Katie: Tell me the truth. Do you like hurting people?

Lori: *frowning*

Katie: Well?

Lori: No.

Katie: Then why do you do it to the people that love you?

Lori: I don't know.

Katie: It's not like Scott isn't willing to give you what you want out of a man.

Lori: What the hell do you think I want out of a man? Since you seem to be the expert on relationships all of a sudden.

Katie: You want attention. You always have. If it's not from men, it's from doctors. You like feeling as if you're the center of the world.

Lori: *frowns*

Katie: Face it, you're all kinds of whore.

Lori: I don't dispute that Scott's given me everything and then some when it comes to a relationship.

Katie: Then why do you feel the need to step out on him?

Lori: There's no excuse so I'm not going to give you one.

Katie: Ugh, you're just like your father. You think because he did it that it's okay for you to do it?

Lori: *frowns* No.

Katie: Think about this. If Scott divorces you and you get together with Tom, how long do you think that relationship will last before either you get bored or he gets bored? And then what? You run back to Scott? Find some other man you can sleep with until you throw him away too?

Lori: Just stop, okay?

Katie: No. I've been at the receiving end of infidelity and it pisses me off that my own daughter is doing the same thing to her husband.

Lori: Oh come off it. You've been chasing Dad since he got married to Anni. You have no room to talk either.

Katie: *wipes hands on towel* You need to do the right thing. *walks away*

Lori: *looks down at sink*

Miami Lab, 9pm

Tom: *turns page*

Lori: *walks in, stops*

Tom: *lifts head*

Lori: Um...I'm looking for my father. Have you seen him?

Tom: *looks around* I think it's just us chickens.

Lori: Great. *turns around*

Tom: If you wait, I'm sure he'll be back. I think he went to fax something upstairs.

Lori: *sigh* Fine. *walks over, sits* What are you reading?

Tom: Lab protocols. I hope there isn't some kind of pop quiz because I forgot half of what I just read.

Lori: *grabs book cover* ...This is from 1993.

Tom: So?

Lori: So lab protocols change. I think you were given an old version.

Tom: *frowns*

Lori: *smirks*

Tom: Your father's an ass. *slams book shut*

Lori: Well hey, that stuff's good to know, right? I'm sure there's some useful information in there.

Tom: Yeah right.

Lori: *looks around*

Tom: *looks at Lori* Something on your mind?

Lori: *shakes head*

Tom: *leans on table, tilts head* Really.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *staring at Lori*

Lori: What.

Tom: You're beautiful when you're oblivious.

Lori: *lifts brow* Oblivious about what?

Tom: *leans over, kisses Lori*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Tom: *slides closer, places hand on Lori's cheek*

Lori: *frowns, grabs Tom's shirt*

Tom: *pushes Lori against table, grabs at her blouse*

Lori: *turns head away* Stop.

Tom: *unzips Lori's jeans* You don't want me to.

Lori: *pushing Tom* UGH!

Tom: *twists Lori's wrist*

Lori: AH!

Speed: HEY!

Tom: *lifts head*

Speed: *walks over, grabs Tom by the collar*

Tom: Let go!

Speed: *shoves Tom into GCMS* GET OUT!

Tom: *straightens out shirt, walks away*

Speed: *turns around, places thumb on Lori's cheek* You okay?

Lori: *staring at door* Yeah.

Speed: Did he hurt you?

Lori: *looks at Speed* Huh? Oh. No.

Speed: What are you doing here?

Lori: ...I needed to talk to you about something...but I think I figured out what I need to know.

Speed: *nods* Why don't I get you a glass of water or something. Come on. *places hand on Lori's back*

Lori: Okay.

Break room

Lori: *crosses arms*

Speed: You're sure you're okay.

Lori: I wasn't crying for you in Colombia, what makes you think I need a hug and a bottle now?

Speed: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *looks out window* How come you're not at home?

Speed: *hands over glass* We need some extra cash so I'm working an extra shift.

Lori: How noble of you. *grabs glass*

Speed: *wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: *lies head on Speed's chest*

Speed: Go home and be with your husband and daughter. Don't make the same mistakes I did.

Lori: *nods*

Speed: Stop this nonsense. You're smarter than that.

Lori: Okay.

Speed: *takes glass from Lori*

Lori: *steps back* Night. Thanks. *walks away*

Speed: *places glass on counter, rolls up sleeves* Time to put that boy to work. *walks away*

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

 

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Short chapter.

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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 12am

Lori: *rolls over* Scott....Scott. *pushes Scott*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Lori: I didn't wake you, did I?

Scott: *looks at watch, squints*

Lori: I want to apologize to you. For everything.

Scott: I have work in the morning, Lori. Can we do this tomorrow?

Lori: *lifts brow* You're acting like I don't mean it.

Scott: *rolls over* I can't wait until you do.

Lori: *pulls Scott* Hey. You're supposed to be understanding.

Scott: I'm not supposed to be anything.

Lori: Okay, look, I hate it when you're mad at me. It's uncomfortable.

Scott: Good. I think that's exactly what you should be feeling right now.

Lori: You know what? Fuck you. *jumps out of bed* Get a new wife. *leaves, slams door*

Scott: *looks at door*

Downstairs

Lori: *opens door*

Scott: *walks over* Lori.

Lori: *turns around* WHAT!

Scott: You're about to walk outside in your underwear.

Lori: *looks down*

Scott: Shut the door.

Lori: *pushes door*

Scott: I wish I could be supportive and understanding in this situation but it won't do our marriage a whole lot of good. I can't comfort you when I'm the one who was hurt in the first place. I think I'm entitled to feel a little angry.

Lori: *looks down at floor*

Scott: You may be sorry...but now I can't trust you.

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: You...don't trust me.

Scott: I'm sorry, I don't.

Lori: *laughs* No, don't apologize. I do this to everyone! NO ONE TRUSTS ME! AND WHY SHOULD THEY! I'M A FUCKING WHORE!

Scott: *steps closer, lifts hands* Lori, why don't you calm d-

Lori: *sits on table, puts head into hands*

Scott: ...I didn't mean to upset you. *sits* But you do understand why I'm less inclined to trust you.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: You need to stop reacting this way everytime somebody tells you something you're not happy with. This is behaviour I expect out of Stephanie.

Lori: *wipes eyes*

Scott: Stop the screaming, stop the theatrics and act like an adult.

Lori: ...I don't want you to leave me.

Scott: Let's get back upstairs.

Lori: *nods*

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

 

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Miami Lab, one month later

Horatio: Okay team, pack up.

Calleigh: We're leaving already?

Horatio: Yep. Speed, is Anni almost ready to get underway?

Speed: She's dropping the baby off with Scott.

Delko: How come we can't take a baby with us?

Speed: *looks at Eric* There's one too many as it is.

Delko: *frowns*

Horatio: Katie...what in the world is that?

Katie: These are my suitcases.

Speed: We're going in the Hummerhome, not the space shuttle.

Katie: Whenever I pack light, I end up forgetting something and then it bothers me the entire time I'm gone. So unless you want to stop at every Wal-Mart along the highway, I'm bringing everything.

Speed: Who's going to load it all?

Katie: *smiles*

Speed: Eric, start loading.

Delko: Hey! She was looking at you.

Calleigh: Isn't there a size limit? Where am I going to put my shoes if she takes up all the cargo space?

Ryan: And where am I going to put my quarter collection?

Speed: You have a quarter collection?

Ryan: OH MY GOD! TIM SPEEDLE JUST SPOKE TO ME! SUCCESS! *twirls around in circles*

Speed: *lifts brow*

Ryan: *stops* I am not a fan.

Heather: *latches onto Ryan* I'll protect your quarters.

Ryan: But...your hands are greasy and human.

Heather: As opposed to yours?

Ryan: I handle the quarters with latex gloves.

Horatio: *looks around* Where did Eric go?

Lora: I've been asking myself that all summer.

Delko: *lifts hand* I'm down here!

Everyone: *looks at Eric*

Delko: The mountain of luggage fell on me. Can I get a little help? I can't feel my legs.

Calleigh: *walks over, pushes luggage* ...Are those ankle weights?

Delko: I'm trying to stay in shape.

Ryan: You used to get beat up a lot on school, didn't you.

Delko: *frowns*

Inside Hummerhome

Horatio: *opens doors* These are the bedrooms. I've decided to economize the space and put you all up in bunk beds. This way we can fit 4 people in a room at a time.

Katie: I CALL TOP BUNK!

Anni: *runs in* NO! IT'S MINE!

Speed: *looks at Anni*

Katie: *crawls up onto bunk*

Anni: *grabs Katie's leg*

Katie: GAH!

Anni: *shoves Katie off bunk*

Katie: *falls over*

Speed: *grabs Katie's arm*

Katie: *looks up, smiles* Howdy.

Speed: *frowns, lets go*

Katie: Anni, I called it.

Anni: Yeah but I go by whoever wins. Didn't you ever play 'King of the Mountain' when you were little?

Katie: I played 'Find That Smell'. Dad liked to hide moldy food every Easter because we couldn't afford eggs.

Anni: Yeah well it ain't Easter.

Speed: Um...Anni?

Anni: *leans over bed* Yes? Oooh, you have shiny hair. *ruffles Speed's hair*

Speed: The adults get a bedroom with one bed.

Anni: Great. *lies back on bed*

Katie: *whispers* Shot down.

Speed: *frowns* Anni.

Anni: *leans over* Yeah?

Speed: I was assuming as a married couple, we'd take one of the rooms with a single bed.

Anni: Oh. Why? It's not like we'll be doing anything.

Speed: ...That's not really the point.

Anni: But Katie's my best friend.

Speed: Katie shot you.

Anni: I'm not one to hold a grudge. Well, at least not for very long.

Speed: Okay. Just wanted to make sure we're clear on what we want.

Anni: *smiles* Great. *kisses Speed*

Speed: *walks away*

Katie: *climbs up onto bed* This is gonna be so much fun. I feel like I'm in highschool again.

Anni: You mean you stop feeling like you're in highschool sometimes?

Katie: Ha. Ha.

Bedroom Two

Speed: *walks in, throws sleeping bag onto bunk*

Delko: Hey, I thought you'd be taking the room with the single bed.

Speed: Apparently not.

Delko: That's cool. You can share with Colton and I.

Speed: I feel like I'm at summer camp.

Delko: Yeah, it's awesome. *laughs* Horatio's our camp counselor.

Colton: *stands* And the boys are separated from the girls.

Speed: We're not boys. We're men.

Delko: Potato, potato.

Colton: RYAN!

Ryan: *runs in*

Colton: You get bottom bunk.

Ryan: What the hell for?

Colton: Because I've been here longer. *grabs suitcase, throws it into bottom bunk*

Ryan: That's not fair. I'm a CSI.

Colton: Wow. So am I. Not that I've done a lot of work lately but the seniority stands.

Delko: Oh OH! I get t-

Speed: *frowns*

Delko: -...bottom bunk. *sits on bed*

Bedroom One

Katie: *leans out* We're recruiting bunk-mates! C'mon girls! Only two for a limited time!

Carly: ME! *runs in*

Katie: I didn't know you were back from Australia.

Carly: Flew in yesterday.

Katie: Welcome back. *peeks head out* Anymore takers!

Lora: Well this trip is nothing without me so why not? *walks in*

Bedroom Three

Heather: *pushes pillow into bunk*

Calleigh: It's going to be great just the two of us.

Heather: I don't know...kind of makes me feel a bit forgotten.

Calleigh: Well Lilly had to go back to California for school and Jess moved back out there too...and I haven't seen Missy and JC forever.

Heather: Why don't we invite Josh?

Calleigh: And his kids? I think he'd much rather keep an eye on them.

Heather: Damn. Oh well, more room for us.

Master Bedroom

Horatio: *straightening out sunglasses*

Speed: You sure I should be leaving Carter alone at the lab?

Horatio: Josh and Natalia are there. I didn't realize you cared.

Speed: Not about him. I'm afraid for the lab's reputation.

Horatio: He'll do fine.

Speed: He's not really the greatest at relating to the victims.

Horatio: Reminds me of someone I used to know.

Speed: *frowns* I hope you're talking about Megan.

Horatio: *lifts head*

Speed: He's nothing like me.

Horatio: You two share a few smiliar qualities.

Speed: Yeah, the kid doesn't shave and he couldn't crack a smile to save his life. That's it. Other that that, trust me, we are nothing alike.

Horatio: Alright.

Delko: *walks over* Um, H, we have a visitor.

Horatio: *looks outside* Mister Finch.

Speed: What's he doing here?

Horatio: Better find out.

Speed: *walks away*

Horatio: *straightens out sunglasses* Ah. Perfect. All 1085 in black.

Outside

Speed: *walks over* Hey. Something wrong?

Scott: Oh no, nothing wrong. Brooklyn should be fine. I was just wondering if she had any sort of special requirements. Anni seemed a little excited to get on the road.

Speed: *nods* She's on a special formula because she was having trouble breastfeeding. I don't know if Anni gave you the bottles.

Scott: She did.

Speed: Well that's what those are. Other than that, she's not much of a sleeper at the moment.

Scott: Thanks.

Speed: You're sure this isn't a problem?

Scott: *smiles* I have the next few weeks off so it shouldn't be a problem at all.

Speed: If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call.

Scott: Of course.

Speed: Good luck.

Scott: Thanks.

Speed: *turns around* Oh and...nevermind. This you I'm talking to. You'll be fine. *walks away*

Inside car, road

Lori: *looks back* Steph, is she dirty yet?

Steph: She's asleep, Momma.

Lori: Check her.

Steph: *lifts Brooklyn's leg* She's not wet.

Lori: Check her again.

Scott: She's fine, Lori.

Lori: *leans back on seat* Drive slower.

Scott: Why?

Lori: I don't want to break her.

Scott: She's in a babyseat. She's not going anywhere.

Lori: *looks back* Steph, is she breathing?

Steph: Momma, the baby's okie dokie.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: See? Nothing to worry about. *looks in rearview mirror* Stephanie's looking out for her. Right?

Steph: *smiles, nods*

Lori: *whispers* Scott, a 4-year old can't help take care of a baby.

Scott: Why not? She seems to want to. It'll be good for her.

Lori: How?

Scott: She's at the helping stage. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Lori: You mean she'll stop being helpul?

Scott: *smiles, looks out window*

Lori: *frowns*

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