Thanks for the reviews. *hugs* Muchly appreciated.
Mwaha. :devil:
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Hummerhome, road
Delko: *pushing thumb tacks into mattress*
Speed: *walks in*
Delko: *looks over*
Speed: What are you doing?
Delko: Seeing if these pierce your mattress.
Speed: *frowns*
Ryan: Hey Speed! I-I mean, Mister Speed. I made you a soap carving. *lifts globby piece of soap*
Speed: *stares at Ryan*
Ryan: ...If you want it. I mean, you don't have to have it.
Speed: My advice? Pick Horatio. It doesn't take much to please him.
Ryan: Right.
Speed: *sits on bed*
Delko: So? How are you liking the trip so far?
Speed: Why aren't we allowed in the girls' bedrooms?
Delko: Oh. Horatio put in the rule so there wouldn't be any affairs or baby making.
Speed: *lifts brow* We're adults.
Delko: And apparently we don't act like it.
Speed: So the only time we're allowed to hang out with our friends is when we're in the dining area.
Delko: Yeah.
Speed: Eric, this isn't summer camp.
Delko: What can I say? I didn't make the rules.
Speed: There shouldn't be rules. We aren't 13.
Delko: Take it up with the camp counselor.
Ryan: *snickers*
Dining area, 4pm
Horatio: *stirring chili* You each have a small folder with the rules. If any of those rules are disobeyed, you'll spend one hour on the top of the Hummerhome.
Delko: Naked?
Horatio: We'll take a vote on that.
Speed: H, this is ludicrous
Horatio: If you don't like it, you can go back to Miami.
Speed: Drop me off in Miami.
Horatio: No, we're too far out.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Anni: Oh come on, Timmy. Play the game.
Speed: This isn't a game. You people are insane.
Colton: Shut up. Only half of us are insane.
Katie: Yeah. We got stamps. *lifts hand*
Speed: What happened to doing this to be 'free'?
Horatio: There's no such thing as freedom. Only delusions.
Speed: *sigh* I give up.
Anni: That didn't take long. *kisses Speed's cheek*
Delko: Aww look at pouty mcpouterson.
Speed: *frowning*
Delko: Maybe a certain lady will cheer you up.
Katie: HELL YEAH!
Anni: He was talking about me, asswipe. *throws hotdog at Katie*
Katie: *rubs eye* You got hotdog juice in my eye.
Colton: *hugs Katie*
Katie: *pushes Colton* WE'RE NOT SEEING EACH OTHER ANYMORE.
Colton: Fine, be a bitch. *throws relish*
Katie: SERIOUSLY! THE EYES! *holds other eye*
Speed: I'm suddenly cheered up.
Anni: *laughs*
Gables Estates, house, 5pm
Lori: *places baby on table* Okay. Stay.
Baby falls over
Lori: AGH! *grabs baby*
Scott: *walks over* What are you doing?
Lori: Trying to get the diapers out of the bag.
Scott: Where's your little helper?
Lori: Probably being a kid which means not around.
Scott: *opens bag, hands over diaper*
Lori: *puts diaper onto table* Now what.
Scott: You've changed diapers before.
Lori: Yeah, on Stephanie.
Scott: Same thing, different baby.
Lori: *looks at baby* I'm a terrible big sister.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *opens diaper*
Scott: You're doing great.
Lori: Shut up, Finch. I can do this without encouragement.
Scott: Alright.
Lori: *lifts baby* There. *smiles* Isn't that better?
Baby smiles
Lori: *gasp* She smiled! At me!
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Oh we're going to have so much fun. *hugs baby*
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *looks at Scott* What.
Scott: *closes diaper bag* Nothing.
Lori: *looks at baby, strokes her cheek* Scotty's being weird again. Whenever he gives you that 'soul' stare, just puke on him. It'll get rid of it right away.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: I'm going to get Steph ready to go to the park, you going to bring our guest?
Lori: Sure.
Playground
Steph: *climbs up to slide* Daddy! Watch me!
Scott: *looks over*
Steph: *slides down*
Scott: That's very good.
Steph: *runs over to ladder*
Lori: *reaches into stroller* She's asleep.
Scott: Yeah.
Lori: *leans back on bench*
Steph: *slides down* Didja see me, Daddy!
Scott: *smiles* I sure did.
Steph: *giggles, runs over to swings*
Lori: Were you ever taken to the playground as a kid?
Scott: Lots of times.
Lori: Your parents actually took you?
Scott: The maid.
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: She was the babysitter too.
Lori: Where were your parents?
Scott: My mom would go out shopping all day and my dad would be at work with the DA's office. So the maid, y'know, she'd get us out of the house. Take us all over Manhattan.
Lori: Who's 'us'?
Scott: *clears throat* Um...my sister and I.
Lori: *lifts brows* I didn't know you have a sister.
Scott: She wasn't um...she wasn't really all there. She died when I was 16.
Lori: ...I'm sorry.
Scott: *shakes head* It's okay.
Lori: ...No wonder you and Krista were close.
Scott: *stands* Steph! Be careful. *walks away*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Steph: *grabs onto swing*
Scott: *kneels, straightens out swing*
Steph: I wanted to twirl.
Scott: *smirks* Well now you're all tangled.
Steph: Daddy, push me on the swing.
Scott: *smiles* No problem. *stands* Grab on tight, okay?
Steph: Yup.
TBC....................................
Mwaha. :devil:
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Hummerhome, road
Delko: *pushing thumb tacks into mattress*
Speed: *walks in*
Delko: *looks over*
Speed: What are you doing?
Delko: Seeing if these pierce your mattress.
Speed: *frowns*
Ryan: Hey Speed! I-I mean, Mister Speed. I made you a soap carving. *lifts globby piece of soap*
Speed: *stares at Ryan*
Ryan: ...If you want it. I mean, you don't have to have it.
Speed: My advice? Pick Horatio. It doesn't take much to please him.
Ryan: Right.
Speed: *sits on bed*
Delko: So? How are you liking the trip so far?
Speed: Why aren't we allowed in the girls' bedrooms?
Delko: Oh. Horatio put in the rule so there wouldn't be any affairs or baby making.
Speed: *lifts brow* We're adults.
Delko: And apparently we don't act like it.
Speed: So the only time we're allowed to hang out with our friends is when we're in the dining area.
Delko: Yeah.
Speed: Eric, this isn't summer camp.
Delko: What can I say? I didn't make the rules.
Speed: There shouldn't be rules. We aren't 13.
Delko: Take it up with the camp counselor.
Ryan: *snickers*
Dining area, 4pm
Horatio: *stirring chili* You each have a small folder with the rules. If any of those rules are disobeyed, you'll spend one hour on the top of the Hummerhome.
Delko: Naked?
Horatio: We'll take a vote on that.
Speed: H, this is ludicrous
Horatio: If you don't like it, you can go back to Miami.
Speed: Drop me off in Miami.
Horatio: No, we're too far out.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Anni: Oh come on, Timmy. Play the game.
Speed: This isn't a game. You people are insane.
Colton: Shut up. Only half of us are insane.
Katie: Yeah. We got stamps. *lifts hand*
Speed: What happened to doing this to be 'free'?
Horatio: There's no such thing as freedom. Only delusions.
Speed: *sigh* I give up.
Anni: That didn't take long. *kisses Speed's cheek*
Delko: Aww look at pouty mcpouterson.
Speed: *frowning*
Delko: Maybe a certain lady will cheer you up.
Katie: HELL YEAH!
Anni: He was talking about me, asswipe. *throws hotdog at Katie*
Katie: *rubs eye* You got hotdog juice in my eye.
Colton: *hugs Katie*
Katie: *pushes Colton* WE'RE NOT SEEING EACH OTHER ANYMORE.
Colton: Fine, be a bitch. *throws relish*
Katie: SERIOUSLY! THE EYES! *holds other eye*
Speed: I'm suddenly cheered up.
Anni: *laughs*
Gables Estates, house, 5pm
Lori: *places baby on table* Okay. Stay.
Baby falls over
Lori: AGH! *grabs baby*
Scott: *walks over* What are you doing?
Lori: Trying to get the diapers out of the bag.
Scott: Where's your little helper?
Lori: Probably being a kid which means not around.
Scott: *opens bag, hands over diaper*
Lori: *puts diaper onto table* Now what.
Scott: You've changed diapers before.
Lori: Yeah, on Stephanie.
Scott: Same thing, different baby.
Lori: *looks at baby* I'm a terrible big sister.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *opens diaper*
Scott: You're doing great.
Lori: Shut up, Finch. I can do this without encouragement.
Scott: Alright.
Lori: *lifts baby* There. *smiles* Isn't that better?
Baby smiles
Lori: *gasp* She smiled! At me!
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Oh we're going to have so much fun. *hugs baby*
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *looks at Scott* What.
Scott: *closes diaper bag* Nothing.
Lori: *looks at baby, strokes her cheek* Scotty's being weird again. Whenever he gives you that 'soul' stare, just puke on him. It'll get rid of it right away.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: I'm going to get Steph ready to go to the park, you going to bring our guest?
Lori: Sure.
Playground
Steph: *climbs up to slide* Daddy! Watch me!
Scott: *looks over*
Steph: *slides down*
Scott: That's very good.
Steph: *runs over to ladder*
Lori: *reaches into stroller* She's asleep.
Scott: Yeah.
Lori: *leans back on bench*
Steph: *slides down* Didja see me, Daddy!
Scott: *smiles* I sure did.
Steph: *giggles, runs over to swings*
Lori: Were you ever taken to the playground as a kid?
Scott: Lots of times.
Lori: Your parents actually took you?
Scott: The maid.
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: She was the babysitter too.
Lori: Where were your parents?
Scott: My mom would go out shopping all day and my dad would be at work with the DA's office. So the maid, y'know, she'd get us out of the house. Take us all over Manhattan.
Lori: Who's 'us'?
Scott: *clears throat* Um...my sister and I.
Lori: *lifts brows* I didn't know you have a sister.
Scott: She wasn't um...she wasn't really all there. She died when I was 16.
Lori: ...I'm sorry.
Scott: *shakes head* It's okay.
Lori: ...No wonder you and Krista were close.
Scott: *stands* Steph! Be careful. *walks away*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Steph: *grabs onto swing*
Scott: *kneels, straightens out swing*
Steph: I wanted to twirl.
Scott: *smirks* Well now you're all tangled.
Steph: Daddy, push me on the swing.
Scott: *smiles* No problem. *stands* Grab on tight, okay?
Steph: Yup.
TBC....................................
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