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

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APL Manhattan Miami, 11am next day, 48th floor

Scott: *steps off elevator*

Donna: *walks over* Glad you could make it, sir. He's been hanging around here all morning. I hope it's not an inconvenience.

Scott: Did he leave a name?

Donna: Uh...*looks down at board* Carlos...Ondas Vargas. He's in your office.

Scott: Did he say what he wanted?

Donna: No.

Scott: Thank you. *walks away*

Donna: ...Sure thing.

Office

Scott: *walks in*

Carlos: *turns around*

Scott: *stares at Carlos, shuts door*

Carlos: Buenos dias, señor Finch.

Scott: *nods*

Carlos: Es hermoso aquí.

Scott: Bienvenido. Mucho gusto encantado.

Carlos: *smiles* You speak Spanish.

Scott: I work in international trade. It helps. *smirks* Don't tell my wife though. So Mister Vargas, do I get to know your real name?

Carlos: You will know me as Carlos.

Scott: Naturally. And what can I do for you?

Carlos: I have been promoted because of you. *places gun on desk*

Scott: *looks down at desk*

Carlos: I am surprised the FBI is not after you.

Scott: *walks over to shelf* Would you like a drink? *grabs bottle*

Carlos: Scotch. Dry.

Scott: I'm sure the FBI has more important things to deal with than a couple of dead drug pushers in the middle of nowhere.

Carlos: You have as they say, a...'death wish'?

Scott: I wouldn't go that far. *hands over glass*

Carlos: *takes glass* You Americans are always sticking your noses where they do not belong.

Scott: Then stop selling us your drugs and trafficking our women.

Carlos: Yes, your wife was one of ours. She still looks good. But not as young as I would like anymore.

Scott: How unfortunate for you.

Carlos: Mister Finch, this is your last warning.

Scott: *sips from glass, eyeing Carlos*

Carlos: Did you hear me?

Scott: Have a safe flight home.

Carlos: *grabs gun, leaves*

Scott: *places glass on table*

Hummerhome, road

Delko: *fanning self with newspaper* Guys, I think the ink is dripping off the paper. Can we get the A/C working again?

Horatio: No can do. I traded the air conditioning for a bullet proof steeringwheel.

Ryan: What? Why?

Horatio: You never know.

Ryan: You traded our comfort for a steeringwheel?

Horatio: What are you talking about? It's perfect in here.

Katie: My butt's sweating.

Delko: I don't even want to tell you where I'm sweating.

Speed: ...Please don't.

Calleigh: Someone crack a window.

Carly: They're all open.

Calleigh: Then someone make a new one.

Speed: *pulls out gun*

Horatio: Speed.

Speed: Then at least let me shoot myself in the head so I don't have to feel the heat anymore.

Katie: *looks at Speed* Where you're going, it'll be even hotter.

Anni: *slaps Katie*

Katie: Ow. *rubs arm*

Ryan: Why did we ever get rid of the slip n' slide on the roof?

Speed: Because Eric slipped and slided his way into a ditch and he couldn't say the alphabet properly for a week.

Katie: It's 'slid'.

Speed: Katie, it's too god damned hot to speak proper English.

Hummerhome blows steam

Calleigh: *looks over at window* What's going on?

Horatio: No no no! You're a top of the line engine! *hits breaks* Great. *leans on steeringwheel* You think any tow truck driver will be willing to give us a ride to the gas station?

Speed: Why, you want to pour gas all over the engine?

Horatio: Speed, get outside and survey the damage.

Speed: Me?

Horatio: You seem to be complaining the most.

Speed: But Eric's the car man.

Delko: Dude, ths isnt' a car.

Speed: *frowns*

Horatio: Katie, go with him.

Katie: Why do I have to?

Horatio: I've had to listen to you all morning and I'm getting grumpy. Go ahead.

Anni: *lifts hand* Uh, I object.

Katie: *smiles* Ooh now I want to go. *runs out*

Speed: *angry sigh*

Outside, front of Hummerhome

Katie: *lifts hood*

Speed: Well, that's that. Nothing we can do.

Katie: I think he said 'survey' not 'try to fix'.

Speed: *waves at steam* We're going to need a hundred tow trucks to get this thing anywhere.

Katie: Nah, let's get some jetliners to tug our boat.

Speed: *looks down at engine*

Katie: Or we could all push.

Speed: Yeah. Because we could all bench press a few tons.

Katie: Stranger things have happened. *leans over, reaches out*

Speed: *grabs Katie's arm*

Katie: *looks at Speed*

Speed: It's still hot. We don't need more problems.

Katie: ...Thanks.

Speed: *lets go, steps back* Hopefully it'll cool down some in the next couple of hours.

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

 

Thanks so much for the lovely reviews.

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Miami Crime Lab, Layout Room, 2pm

Tom: *picks up rope, tilts magnifying lamp down*

Lori: *walks past, stops, looks in* Tom?

Tom: *lifts head*

Lori: *steps in* Uh...have you seen my uncle? He wanted to talk to me and asked me to stop by.

Tom: *looks down* I haven't see him.

Lori: *leans against wall, crosses arms* What are you doing?

Tom: Collecting evidence from this here rope.

Lori: They let you touch evidence? Alone? That's like letting a child push your shopping cart.

Tom: *grabs tweezer, looks back at rope*

Lori: By the way, I know why you did what you did.

Tom: Mhm. *picks up hair*

Lori: I happen to know you aren't like that.

Tom: *grabs baggie*

Lori: Even though you pretend to be an ass, I know that deep down inside, you're just as cuddly and warm as a teddy.

Tom: *looks back at rope*

Lori: You just had to get out of the rut you were stuck in. Hey, did you check inside the knots?

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: *leans on table*

Lori: *walks over* Snazzy lab coat. White's a good color on you. Brings out your eyes.

Tom: I thought you were trying to find your uncle.

Lori: There's no reason I can't visit. I mean, that's why this thing says 'visitor's pass', right?

Tom: *looks down, picks up rope*

Lori: How are you?

Tom: I'm great. *grabs pen, pulls notebook over*

Lori: Are you seeing anyone?

Tom: *writing* Don't have time.

Lori: *blinks* OH! Oh my God, I forgot. It's your birthday today. Right?

Tom: Yeah.

Lori: *smiles* Happy birthday. You're what, the big 2-8 now?

Tom: Wow I must look really good today.

Lori: Okay so I'm a little off. 30?

Tom: Try 35.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *flips page*

Lori: *laughs* No no no. You're not older than Scott.

Tom: I don't see why it's a big deal. But if you'd prefer, we'll just pretend I'm 28. Makes me feel better.

Lori: You'd think with all the heroin, you'd look like a sack of potatoes.

Tom: *smiles, snaps off latex gloves* Care to have lunch?

Lori: I really shouldn't. But it's your birthday so...how can I refuse?

Tom: I'll meet you outside.

Lori: *walks away*

Restaurant, 2:38pm

Lori: *sips water*

Tom: So how are you doing?

Lori: I'm good. We're just taking care of my little sister for a while and then we'll be heading to Brazil. We kind of need some 'us' time.

Tom: *nods* I'm sure you'll both have a good time.

Lori: I hope so.

Tom: How's Stephanie?

Lori: *laughs* Mischievous. The stuff she gets into, y'know?

Tom: She must take after her mother.

Lori: I'm not sure if that's something I should be proud of.

Tom: Could be worse.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *drinks soda*

Lori: I guess you've been working pretty hard at the whole CSI thing.

Tom: It's paying the bills.

Lori: Have you made any new friends at the lab?

Tom: You make it sound like kindergarten.

Lori: Well I only ask because you didn't exactly have many friends before. I was hoping maybe that changed.

Tom: I have a couple aquaintances. Nothing close to wanting to go out for burgers and beers or anything.

Lori: You're a great guy, I'm sure once people get to know you-

Tom: I'm not really interested in being buddies with everyone.

Lori: You need to start letting people in. Trust me, you'll be a lot less miserable.

Tom: *nods, looks down at glass*

Lori: *smiles* So. What are your plans for your birthday?

Tom: *lifts eyes* Plans?

Lori: Yeah. Are you going to treat yourself to a bucket of chicken and a bad horror movie? Maybe you want splurge a little. Buy yourself a new car or something.

Tom: You assume I have that kind of money.

Lori: *shrugs* Maybe I'll just have to get you a gift, then.

Tom: If you want to give me a gift, why don't you bring the bucket of chicken and I'll get the movie.

Lori: *lifts brow* You want me to watch a movie with you for your birthday.

Tom: I'll be a perfect gentleman. *lifts hand* Scout's honor.

Lori: ...I don't know...

Tom: How about this. I'll leave the front door unlocked and if you decide to show...*shrugs* great. If not, no harm no foul.

Lori: *nods slowly* I can deal with that.

Hummerhome, side of the road

Calleigh: Anything?

Horatio: No one's willing to tow us. So it looks like we'll have to think of something.

Speed: What about a bus?

Horatio: I don't think they have tow trucks in bus form.

Calleigh: How about a semi trailer? Load us on.

Horatio: Does anyone here know any truck drivers?

Carly: It's been 24 hours. Has anyone tried...starting the engine?

Everyone: *looks at Carly*

Carly: Just a suggestion.

Horatio: *turns key*

Engine starts

Horatio: SUCCESS! I'M A GENIUS!

Carly: But I-

Speed: *shakes head*

Carly: *frowns*

Highway, 2 hours later

Colton: *staring down at crossword puzzle* I need a 9-letter word for a man who pursues women lecherously.

Katie: *rolls eyes* Speedle doesn't have 9 letters in it, stupid.

Speed: *frowns*

Colton: I need a 5-letter word for someone who compromises ones self for money or other gains.

Speed: Katie.

Katie: HEY! That's not 5 letters.

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: Or wait...DAMNIT. *frowns, crosses arms* I don't like this crossword puzzle.

Ryan: Yeah, where's that from anyway? It's awfully dirty.

Colton: I found it under Eric's bed.

Everyone: *looks at Eric*

Delko: I got it from Ryan.

Ryan: I got it from Horatio.

Everyone: EW!

Horatio: What's going on back there?

Katie: ForSHAME.

1 hour later

Anni: *pushes Katie* Stop poking me.

Katie: I'm not poking you.

Anni: I just saw you!

Katie: You saw wrongly.

Anni: Go sit over there.

Katie: I don't wanna sit with Ryan.

Ryan: *looks down at floor* No one wants to sit with Ryan.

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

 

Thanks for the reviews!

LOL ^ Rodney Dangerfield. :lol:

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Biscayne Park, house, 7pm

Tom: *opens fridge*

Lori: *steps in*

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *holds up box* Is pizza okay? The chicken place was lined up all the way to the beach.

Tom: *smiles* Pizza's fine.

Lori: *smirks*

Den, 2 hours later

Lori: *laughing* Did you see that ridiculous run to 'safety'? She practically ran right into his face.

Tom: *smiling* Rule #1 for slasher flicks. The stupid die first.

Lori: Sometimes true for the human race in general. Natural selection at its best. You want another soda?

Tom: Nah. I've had enough to sink a ship as it is.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: Did you tell Scott you were coming here?

Lori: *shrugs* I said I was going to celebrate someone's birthday. I happen to have left your name out of it. Besides, he doesn't dictate where I spend my time.

Tom: You should have been honest with him.

Lori: Can we just watch the movie, please?

Tom: *nods* Okay. *looks at television*

Lori: *shakes head*

1 hour later

Tom: *grabs remote, turns off television* Well that's that.

Lori: Yep.

Tom: *looks at watch* The movie wasn't good enough to be that long.

Lori: *smirks* I liked it. *sigh* I should be heading home.

Tom: *looks at Lori* Already?

Lori: I think it would be best.

Tom: Please stay a little longer.

Lori: Tom-

Tom: I don't want to be alone.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *lowers head*

Lori: *leans back on couch* I can stay for a little while.

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: *nods* Thanks.

2 hours later

Tom: *staring at television*

Lori: *asleep, wraps arm across Tom*

Tom: *looks down*

Lori: *sighs*

Tom: *strokes Lori's cheek*

Lori: *eyes flutter open*

Tom: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *sits up, looks at watch* Why did you let me fall asleep? I have to go home! *stands, grabs purse from table*

Tom: I'm sorry. You just...seemed peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you.

Lori: Where are my keys? *runs around couch*

Tom: *stands*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door, runs*

Tom: *takes Lori's arm*

Lori: *looks back* What.

Tom: ...Thank you for coming. It means a lot.

Lori: Right. Well, bye. *runs down driveway*

Tom: *staring ahead* ...Bye.

Gables Estates, house, 12:30am

Lori: *runs into bedroom, shuts door*

Scott: *looks up from book*

Lori: You're awake.

Scott: I was just catching up on some reading. You don't like it when the light's on. *looks at watch* Guess I lost track of time.

Lori: Yeah. Me too.

Scott: How was the party?

Lori: Fine. *throws purse onto couch* We ate, drank, watched a couple movies...you know, birthday stuff. *unzips jeans* I hope the kids were okay. *tosses jeans onto floor*

Scott: The evening went smoothly.

Lori: *throws shirt onto couch* Great. *grabs tank top*

Scott: *closes book, takes off glasses*

Lori: *runs over, jumps into bed* G'night. *kisses Scott, lies down*

Scott: *looks over at Lori*

Lori: *covers self with blanket*

Scott: I didn't realize you wore cologne.

Lori: *opens eyes*

Scott: Seems like good stuff, too. *turns out light, lies down*

Lori: *sits up* Okay, I have a confession.

Scott: Really.

Lori: It was Tom's birthday.

Scott: I figured.

Lori: *turns on light* But nothing happened, I swear. All we did was watch a couple movies.

Scott: *sits up* Does his couch only fit one person?

Lori: *lifts brow* No. Why?

Scott: You two must have been pretty close for me to...still smell him on you.

Lori: *rubs forehead* Look, I fell asleep.

Scott: In his lap?

Lori: *frowns* I'm telling you, nothing happened. It was innocent.

Scott: *nods* Okay.

Lori: You believe me?

Scott: Yes.

Lori: ...Why?

Scott: Let's get some shut-eye.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: *lies down*

Lori: Are you mad at me?

Scott: *smiles* No.

Lori: You want me to take a shower?

Scott: I would appreciate it.

Lori: Right. *jumps out of bed*

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

 

Thanks for the reviews Hee!

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Bar, somewhere in the United States, 1am

Katie: *passes around beer* 'Nother round?

Carly: *grabs beer*

Calleigh: *smiles* Okay, who wants to dance!

Delko: NO. Cal, you've been dancing all night.

Colton: She dragged me around the dance floor, it's your turn.

Calleigh: *smiles* Eric...*steps closer*

Delko: *steps back* Uh...uh...OH! Take Speed! He's hiding under the table!

Calleigh: OH TIM! *looks under table*

Speed: For your information, I'm looking for my wedding ring. Katie decided it would be fun to break my finger and toss it around the bar. And if you make me dance, I'll hit you.

Calleigh: *grabs Speed's arm* DANCE! DANCE!

Katie: YEAH! DANCE!

Everyone: *starts chanting*

Speed: No.

Calleigh: Yes.

Speed: Cal, I'm serious.

Calleigh: *smiling*

Anni: *walks over* Hey Tim, what was your wedding ring doing in the fish tank at the back?

Speed: *looks at Katie, frowns*

Katie: It was going for a dip.

Anni: *gives ring to Speed*

Speed: Thank you. *puts ring on finger*

Anni: *smiles* Wanna dance?

Speed: Sure. *grabs Anni's hand*

Calleigh: HEY! NOT FAIR!

Speed: I'm sure one of these guys would be more than happy to oblige. *walks away*

Colton: Dance with the chicks.

Calleigh: *grabs Colton* Get on that dance floor.

Katie: LET'S GET TATTOOS!

Carly: ...Here?

Katie: I think I saw a place down the street. Someone go steal Anni away! I'll be nothing without my partner in crime!

Heather: I'll go steal her. It'll probably be a relief for Speed. *walks away*

Tatoo parlour

Katie: *places roll of money on counter* WE WANT TATTOOS!

Guy: *looks at girls* ...Are you gals drunk?

Katie: Yep!

Guy: I don't know if that's such a good id-

Katie: I WANT SOMETHING RIGHT ACROSS MY HIP! *runs around room*

Guy: Okay. *walks away*

Near wall

Katie: Have you picked something out?

Anni: Uh...I don't think I want to do this.

Katie: I've already got mine.

Anni: *looks at picture* ...Tasteful.

Katie: Go on, pick one.

Anni: ...I don't know, I kind of like that one. But I don't want it to be freakishly big or anything...something teeny.

Katie: *rolls eyes* Anni, you're supposed to be expressing yourself. What happened to the Anni I used to know?

Anni: *smirks*

Katie: *elbows Anni* Come on, go for it!

Anni: Let's just keep it relatively small, Katie.

Delko: *runs in* You guys are getting tats without me? I'm offended.

Katie: You want one?

Delko: You only live once, right?

Katie: *smiles* That's the spirit!

Delko: OH OH! I'VE FOUND IT! IT'S MINE! NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE IT!

Katie: *busts into giggles*

Anni: Eric, how are you going to explain that when you have to get your wet suit on?

Delko: Oh I'm getting it where no one will see it.

Guy: I'm not tattooing that anywhere near your privates.

Delko: Damn. Can I just get the outline printed out so I can do it myself?

Carly: I've found mine!

Katie: Oh that's cute!

Delko: *lifts hand* How hard it is to draw these upside down?

Guy: Get out of my store.

Delko: Aw, nuts. I ruined it. I'll go get some magic markers. *walks away*

Katie: Okay Anni! You're up!

Anni: Me? First?

Katie: Yep.

Anni: Why not you?

Katie: I'm afraid of needles.

Anni: You just had 8 shots of tequila. I don't think you'll feel much. In fact, I'm surprised you can even stand at all.

Katie: *taps temple* The force.

Carly: *flicks Katie in the forehead* Alcoholism.

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