Thanks so much for the reviews!
Hee, Wizard of Oz...very appropriate for Kimmy. :lol:
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Gables Estates, 4pm
Lori: *throws purse onto couch*
Scott: *pulls out chair*
Steph: *jumps into chair*
Lori: *walks over*
Scott: Something came up, I might have to go back again this week.
Lori: What? No. You can't leave me. I need you in Miami.
Scott: The CEO sort of killed herself.
Lori: ...Sort of? You mean not all the way?
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow on the other side of town and I'm not taking Steph with me in that neighborhood.
Scott: Tom's off tomorrow, you could ask h-
Lori: NO.
Scott: *blinks* Okay. I thought you trusted him is all.
Lori: Take Steph with you to New York.
Steph: YA!
Scott: No.
Steph: *smile fades* Poop. *looks down at table, kicks feet*
Lori: Why not?
Scott: Because she'd have to stay with me the entire time.
Lori: ...Wow Scott Finch just forgot the meaning of fatherhood.
Scott: That's not what I mean. It's sort of a delicate situation and she doesn't need to hear all of that.
Lori: You don't have to hide death from her.
Scott: See this is why kids should go to kindergarten more than 3 days a week.
Lori: She won't even understand half of what you're talking about. Believe me, I get bored enough listening to you business types drone on and on, she'll be asleep in the corner of the room before you know it.
Scott: But-
Doorbell rings
Lori: *smiles* Ha. You're taking her. *walks away*
Scott: *places hands on hips*
Steph: YAY! *claps*
Foyer
Lori: *opens door*
Speed: I need you to help me with something.
Lori: *steps back*
Speed: *walks in*
Living room
Speed: I need to prove Carter's not fit to work in the lab.
Lori: *rolls eyes* Look, if you two want to feud, do it at work and keep me out of it.
Speed: You have access to his house.
Lori: What do you think I'd find?
Speed: Drugs, child pornography-
Lori: DAD.
Speed: I wouldn't put it past him.
Lori: *shakes head* This is getting ridiculous.
Scott: *walks over* What's going on?
Lori: He wants me to spy on Tom.
Scott: Oh. More spying.
Lori: Dad, just let it go. He's there to do a job, nothing more and nothing less.
Speed: I don't trust him.
Lori: I'm sure there was a time you didn't trust Scott either.
Speed: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *stares at Speed*
Speed: *looks at Lori* No, not really.
Lori: *lifts brows*
Speed: He's going royally screw over a case, I know it.
Lori: *looks at Scott* Paranoia is second nature for you yankees.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *looks at Speed* If he bothers you that much, go play in someone else's sandbox.
Speed: All you need to do is check his bedroom for anything illegal.
Lori: And how exactly am I supposed to get into his bedroom?
Speed: Didn't you learn anything in Colombia?
Lori: *frowns* You just lost yourself a spy. Recruit someone who actually cares about your little crusade. *walks away*
Speed: She's testy today.
Scott: *stares at Speed* ...Are you high?
Speed: *looks at Scott*
Kitchen table, 10 minutes later
Scott: *walks over, sits*
Lori: He gone?
Scott: Yeah. I think he was going to go recruit your mother.
Lori: *rolls eyes* I don't know what his problem is. It's like everyone has to be guilty of something in his mind. Well, except you of course. You're the perfect man. Ugh, I feel like punching him in his face some days.
Scott: *pushes plate over*
Lori: *looks down* What's this?
Scott: Dinner.
Lori: There's an awful lot on the plate.
Scott: You need to start eating a wee bit more, my dear.
Lori: *lifts head* Why?
Scott: I'd like to see 10 fingers and 10 toes on my child in the next oh, 8 months or so.
Lori: ...Oh yeah. I guess I haven't been very hungry lately.
Scott: *places hand on Lori's back* Is there anything I can do?
Lori: Not unless you have a uterus in there.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *closes eyes* I can already tell this kid's going to make my life a living hell. Who the hell stays sick all day?
Scott: *rubs Lori's back*
Steph: *pushes plate* All gone. I want cookies.
Scott: You haven't eaten your veggies.
Steph: I thought they's just decoration.
Scott: *laughs* I don't think so. Eat up.
Steph: *sigh*
Condo, 8pm
Speed: *walks over to door, opens it*
Tom: You and I need to have a chat.
Speed: No we don't.
Tom: You just sent your ex-wife to my house to raid my bedroom.
Speed: ...What's to talk about?
Tom: *steps forward*
Speed: *slams arm across door*
Tom: I just want to talk.
Speed: Talk on the front steps.
Tom: If it would make you feel better, you can check my house, my car and my locker. But I promise you, you won't find anything incriminating.
Speed: You've probably already hid or thrown away anything incriminating.
Tom: *shakes head* Wow, now I know how Lori feels.
Speed: Excuse me?
Tom: You seem convinced that people can't change.
Speed: You're a piece of garbage. People like you don't change.
Tom: I don't get it.
Speed: What do you mean?
Tom: ...Did I do something personally offensive to you? Because if it was before I was shot, I'm sorry. I wish I could remember what it was.
Speed: *stares at Tom*
Tom: I've spent the last 5 years fighting with myself. I don't want to have to fight you too.
Speed: *lowers eyes*
Tom: Please let me do my job.
Speed: *shuts door*
Tom: *stares at door*
TBC...............................