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CSI:Miami Road Trip #11: We Ain't Comin' Home
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Airport, 3pm
Katie: *looks at watch* Well boarding is in about an hour so I have that much time to find one of those gigantic chocolate bars they sell.
Anni: Where are you going to be staying?
Katie: I have a friend who's sub-letting her apartment. Hopefully I'll find a job in the next couple of weeks though.
Anni: You don't have to go, you know.
Katie: What else do I have here? Lori? She doesn't even talk to me voluntarily.
Anni: Just because you don't have a perfect family doesn't mean you have to go all the way to Missouri and be alone.
Katie: Maybe I'll decide not to stay but right now...I want to see what kind of life I'll have away from here.
Anni: You have to call me every day.
Katie: Sure.
Anni: I'm going to be sending you a bottle of mustard every week.
Katie: *laughs*
Anni: And if you need anything, just call anytime. Or OH e-mail. E-mail me.
Katie: I need to get going now, Anni.
Anni: Yeah but it's not fair.
Katie: You of all people should know what it's like to want to deal with some things on your own.
Anni: Ten bucks says you'll be back inside a week.
Katie: I guess we'll see about that. TIMMY! MY CARRY-ON WON'T GET HERE ON ITS OWN!
Speed: *walks over, slams bag down* You ever hear of carrying things on your own?
Katie: Um not when I have a man to do it for me.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: *smiles* Are you gonna miss me?
Anni: Call us as soon as you land. OH and call us when you get to the apartment. And OH call us once you get settled in. And OH call us-
Speed: I think she gets the picture.
Anni: Right.
Katie: Well anyhow, I should get to security. I'll see y'all when I get tired of cows and fences. And my friend. She simply doesn't understand my sense of humor. Well actually, I'm not sure ANYONE understands my sense of humor but that's okay. Anyway! *hugs Anni* See ya!
Anni: Aw.
Katie: *lets go, looks at Speed*
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *waves* Bye. *walks away*
Anni: No hug for you?
Speed: Let's go.
Anni: Uh no. You're going to say goodbye to her.
Speed: She already said goodbye.
Anni: What if she's leaving forever?
Speed: It's Katie. We can't get rid of her for 10 minutes, let alone forever.
Anni: I think you should say a proper goodbye.
Speed: I don't know what that means.
Anni: *shrugs* Just do whatever feels right.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Anni: Go on.
Speed: *walks away*
Near security
Katie: *places bag on floor*
Speed: *walks over* Katie.
Katie: *looks over* Yeah?
Speed: You're not doing the right thing.
Katie: Gee thanks. I'm glad you have so much confidence in my ability to make my own decisions.
Speed: Leaving town doesn't make any sense except to run from something.
Katie: I'm not running. I'm giving you an opportunity to see things the way you did before we went to Texas. What we did? At my house? That was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. You were just pissed off and frustrated and sad and you were looking for any kind of intimacy you could get and you think that I'm just an easy slut that you can use. You need to get your brain back upstairs where it should be and pay attention to your wife, you manipulative, unfaithful bastard.
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *picks up bag*
Speed: This is all my fault? You're the one who told me to work things out with my wife one second and then the next, you were comforting me and telling me everything I needed to hear. And then at one point you were reminiscing about when I asked you to marry me and then later, you apologized for bringing up the past and then you turn around and throw yourself at me in your kitchen? Who the hell is manipulating whom here?
Katie: *shrugs* Not my problem anymore.
Speed: Yeah well have a nice life. Try not to get yourself killed. *walks away*
Katie: *frowns*
Few feet away
Anni: What was that all about?
Speed: Lets go. *walks away*
Anni: *nods slowly* Okay.
Office building, 7pm
Tricia: *drops folder onto desk* Impressive work. None of it very helpful.
Lori: You asked me to find out information on the CEO of APL Manhattan, that's what I did.
Tricia: I asked you to find me pertinent information. I don't care that the guy is married with 3 children, I don't care that he owns a home in the suburbs and visits his sick mother on the weekends and I don't care that he stops to pick up pizza from the same place every Friday night.
Lori: Maybe you should care. You want me to kill a human being, you should know what kind of a human being he is.
Tricia: I wanted tactical information. When does he arrive at work every morning, when does he leave work at night, what's in his safe at home, who does he get visits from the most in his conferences, what deals has he made recently and how far up the political totem pole is he? You're supposed to have had training in this area. You're supposed to have dehumanized him. *steps around desk* What happened? Did those Colombian terrorists throw in a heart with all that training or did you pick that up on your own?
Lori: I'm here to offer you another way.
Tricia: I give the orders. You shut up and carry them out.
Lori: You don't have to kill him. When I was gathering all of the 'useless' information about him, I discovered a way we could take the documents about his company and others without loss of life. He and his family will be going to a benefit gala at the Empire State Building in 2 days. His home will be vacant for the evening and I can get you the documents from the safe at that time.
Tricia: No. We stick to my plan. You don't get to negotiate it.
Lori: Your plan is all backwards. The first thing I was taught when stealing something is to use the path of least resistance and attention to one's self by the most efficient means. Walking in and blowing him away isn't efficient, it's emotional. And with his family living at the home, there are far too many undesirable variables. If you want this done correctly, you're going to have to leave it to the person you're trusting with the trigger. I'm telling you, your plan is not going to work with the way you've laid it out.
Tricia: Here's another scenario. Not only do you go in and kill the CEO with those pretty pretty bullets of yours, but you eliminate the 'undesirable variables' so there are no witnesses and then you bring me the documents I requested. It'll look like a simple robbery and no one will think differently.
Lori: The cops might fall for that but the CSIs in New York won't.
Tricia: Then I guess it's a good thing you're well versed in the mechanics of a crime scene investigation.
Lori: *shakes head* It's more complicated than that.
Tricia: Not for what I'm paying you. For an unlimited supply of heroin, you'd better damn well make it simple.
Lori: I gave you the simple way to do it.
Tricia: What you gave me was a cop out which makes me think you're not as legitimate as you say you are. For all I know, you're stalling all of this because you've already notified the authorities.
Lori: I haven't notified anyone of anything.
Tricia: Then I suppose you'll need to prove that further. Every time I give you a payment, you're to take it in front of me.
Lori: *stares at Tricia*
Tricia: I'm sure that since you're so legitimate, you won't have a problem with that.
Lori: No. The last thing you want to do is send someone out on a killing spree high on a downer.
Tricia: Then I guess we'll have to switch gears and have you on an upper. I dabble in more than just heroin. *reaches into pocket, pulls out baggie* Methanphetamines ought to do the trick, right?
Lori: *looks down at bag*
Tricia: It's like peering into the eyes of a long-lost lover, isn't it.
Lori: *lifts head* The only thing I love is my family.
Tricia: *laughs*
Lori: *frowns*
Tricia: How sweet. You know, the more I talk to you, the less and less I'm impressed. This isn't very encouraging, Lori. You're going to need to pick a side and right now, I'm not happy with the one you seem to be choosing. *pulls out gun*
Lori: *looks at gun*
Tricia: Dig deep, find the person who wouldn't hesitate to do the job and get on board. Otherwise, you'll be leaving this office in a body bag.
Lori: *lifts eyes*
Tricia: You'll never see your little girl grow up, you'll never see your husband again, you'll never laugh, cry, love...ever again. So what do you say?
Lori: Looks like you're going to have to kill me.
Tricia: Fine. *lifts gun*
BANG
Lori: *blinks*
Tricia: *clutches shoulder* ARGH! *drops gun*
Lori: *looks back*
Scott: *lowers gun*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *walks in* What, you didn't think I was just going to stay home and watch the game.
Tricia: ERGH!
Scott: *kneels* What did I tell you? I told you not to piss me off.
Tricia: Then why did you miss?
Scott: I didn't miss. Get up. *grabs Tricia*
Tricia: UGH! IT HURTS!
Scott: *hands gun to Lori*
Lori: *grabs gun*
Scott: Sit.
Tricia: *sits on desk*
Scott: *walks over to cabinet, grabs first-aid kit*
Tricia: *lifts brow*
Scott: Cops are on the way and I'd really rather not shoot you again so stay put. *throws kit onto desk, opens it*
Tricia: *looks at Lori* I suppose you think you're real smart for planning this. Having him come here.
Lori: Believe me, I didn't tell him to come here.
Tricia: So this is what you've become. *looks at Scott* This is what you think she is. Some weak woman who needs a man to protect and defend her.
Scott: No. *presses gauze against Tricia* That's not what this is about.
Tricia: *scoffs* Sure.
Lori: *walks over* Tricia, I want to help you.
Tricia: I don't need your help.
Lori: It's not too late to kick this. There are programs out there and people who are willing to help, no matter your background.
Tricia: I like my life and I like the drugs. If it ain't broke-
Lori: You went from a healthy, successful businesswoman to a heroin addict hell-bent on murdering innocent people for some grandiose, self-dillusional notions of global domination so don't tell me you're happy with your life. Maybe it was the firing, maybe it was the bosses and CEOs laughing in your face because you had an idea, it's not really any of my business and quite frankly I don't care but you're miserable, alone, trapped and you're killing yourself faster than you realize. I can assure you, it only gets worse from here.
Tricia: He's already called the police, I'll be going to prison.
Lori: Deals can be made and there are programs in prison but they're not going to go easy on you if you aren't willing to take the help. You can either stew in prison and become angrier, resentful and self-destructive or you can get your life back.
Tricia: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Some death sentences are a personal choice, don't make it yours.
Cops rush in
Scott: Your ride's here.
Cop: *walks in* This the one?
Scott: Yeah.
Cop: *pulls out cuffs* Let's go.
Tricia: *stands*
Cop drags Tricia out
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: You didn't have to tell her all those things, you know.
Lori: Yes I did. Whether any of that got through to her though remains to be seen.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: Where's Steph?
Scott: I stuffed her in your uncle's mail slot.
Lori: *slaps Scott* The father of my children, ladies and gentleman.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *smiles, kisses Scott's cheek* And my hero.
TBC.............................
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Airport, 3pm
Katie: *looks at watch* Well boarding is in about an hour so I have that much time to find one of those gigantic chocolate bars they sell.
Anni: Where are you going to be staying?
Katie: I have a friend who's sub-letting her apartment. Hopefully I'll find a job in the next couple of weeks though.
Anni: You don't have to go, you know.
Katie: What else do I have here? Lori? She doesn't even talk to me voluntarily.
Anni: Just because you don't have a perfect family doesn't mean you have to go all the way to Missouri and be alone.
Katie: Maybe I'll decide not to stay but right now...I want to see what kind of life I'll have away from here.
Anni: You have to call me every day.
Katie: Sure.
Anni: I'm going to be sending you a bottle of mustard every week.
Katie: *laughs*
Anni: And if you need anything, just call anytime. Or OH e-mail. E-mail me.
Katie: I need to get going now, Anni.
Anni: Yeah but it's not fair.
Katie: You of all people should know what it's like to want to deal with some things on your own.
Anni: Ten bucks says you'll be back inside a week.
Katie: I guess we'll see about that. TIMMY! MY CARRY-ON WON'T GET HERE ON ITS OWN!
Speed: *walks over, slams bag down* You ever hear of carrying things on your own?
Katie: Um not when I have a man to do it for me.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: *smiles* Are you gonna miss me?
Anni: Call us as soon as you land. OH and call us when you get to the apartment. And OH call us once you get settled in. And OH call us-
Speed: I think she gets the picture.
Anni: Right.
Katie: Well anyhow, I should get to security. I'll see y'all when I get tired of cows and fences. And my friend. She simply doesn't understand my sense of humor. Well actually, I'm not sure ANYONE understands my sense of humor but that's okay. Anyway! *hugs Anni* See ya!
Anni: Aw.
Katie: *lets go, looks at Speed*
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *waves* Bye. *walks away*
Anni: No hug for you?
Speed: Let's go.
Anni: Uh no. You're going to say goodbye to her.
Speed: She already said goodbye.
Anni: What if she's leaving forever?
Speed: It's Katie. We can't get rid of her for 10 minutes, let alone forever.
Anni: I think you should say a proper goodbye.
Speed: I don't know what that means.
Anni: *shrugs* Just do whatever feels right.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Anni: Go on.
Speed: *walks away*
Near security
Katie: *places bag on floor*
Speed: *walks over* Katie.
Katie: *looks over* Yeah?
Speed: You're not doing the right thing.
Katie: Gee thanks. I'm glad you have so much confidence in my ability to make my own decisions.
Speed: Leaving town doesn't make any sense except to run from something.
Katie: I'm not running. I'm giving you an opportunity to see things the way you did before we went to Texas. What we did? At my house? That was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. You were just pissed off and frustrated and sad and you were looking for any kind of intimacy you could get and you think that I'm just an easy slut that you can use. You need to get your brain back upstairs where it should be and pay attention to your wife, you manipulative, unfaithful bastard.
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *picks up bag*
Speed: This is all my fault? You're the one who told me to work things out with my wife one second and then the next, you were comforting me and telling me everything I needed to hear. And then at one point you were reminiscing about when I asked you to marry me and then later, you apologized for bringing up the past and then you turn around and throw yourself at me in your kitchen? Who the hell is manipulating whom here?
Katie: *shrugs* Not my problem anymore.
Speed: Yeah well have a nice life. Try not to get yourself killed. *walks away*
Katie: *frowns*
Few feet away
Anni: What was that all about?
Speed: Lets go. *walks away*
Anni: *nods slowly* Okay.
Office building, 7pm
Tricia: *drops folder onto desk* Impressive work. None of it very helpful.
Lori: You asked me to find out information on the CEO of APL Manhattan, that's what I did.
Tricia: I asked you to find me pertinent information. I don't care that the guy is married with 3 children, I don't care that he owns a home in the suburbs and visits his sick mother on the weekends and I don't care that he stops to pick up pizza from the same place every Friday night.
Lori: Maybe you should care. You want me to kill a human being, you should know what kind of a human being he is.
Tricia: I wanted tactical information. When does he arrive at work every morning, when does he leave work at night, what's in his safe at home, who does he get visits from the most in his conferences, what deals has he made recently and how far up the political totem pole is he? You're supposed to have had training in this area. You're supposed to have dehumanized him. *steps around desk* What happened? Did those Colombian terrorists throw in a heart with all that training or did you pick that up on your own?
Lori: I'm here to offer you another way.
Tricia: I give the orders. You shut up and carry them out.
Lori: You don't have to kill him. When I was gathering all of the 'useless' information about him, I discovered a way we could take the documents about his company and others without loss of life. He and his family will be going to a benefit gala at the Empire State Building in 2 days. His home will be vacant for the evening and I can get you the documents from the safe at that time.
Tricia: No. We stick to my plan. You don't get to negotiate it.
Lori: Your plan is all backwards. The first thing I was taught when stealing something is to use the path of least resistance and attention to one's self by the most efficient means. Walking in and blowing him away isn't efficient, it's emotional. And with his family living at the home, there are far too many undesirable variables. If you want this done correctly, you're going to have to leave it to the person you're trusting with the trigger. I'm telling you, your plan is not going to work with the way you've laid it out.
Tricia: Here's another scenario. Not only do you go in and kill the CEO with those pretty pretty bullets of yours, but you eliminate the 'undesirable variables' so there are no witnesses and then you bring me the documents I requested. It'll look like a simple robbery and no one will think differently.
Lori: The cops might fall for that but the CSIs in New York won't.
Tricia: Then I guess it's a good thing you're well versed in the mechanics of a crime scene investigation.
Lori: *shakes head* It's more complicated than that.
Tricia: Not for what I'm paying you. For an unlimited supply of heroin, you'd better damn well make it simple.
Lori: I gave you the simple way to do it.
Tricia: What you gave me was a cop out which makes me think you're not as legitimate as you say you are. For all I know, you're stalling all of this because you've already notified the authorities.
Lori: I haven't notified anyone of anything.
Tricia: Then I suppose you'll need to prove that further. Every time I give you a payment, you're to take it in front of me.
Lori: *stares at Tricia*
Tricia: I'm sure that since you're so legitimate, you won't have a problem with that.
Lori: No. The last thing you want to do is send someone out on a killing spree high on a downer.
Tricia: Then I guess we'll have to switch gears and have you on an upper. I dabble in more than just heroin. *reaches into pocket, pulls out baggie* Methanphetamines ought to do the trick, right?
Lori: *looks down at bag*
Tricia: It's like peering into the eyes of a long-lost lover, isn't it.
Lori: *lifts head* The only thing I love is my family.
Tricia: *laughs*
Lori: *frowns*
Tricia: How sweet. You know, the more I talk to you, the less and less I'm impressed. This isn't very encouraging, Lori. You're going to need to pick a side and right now, I'm not happy with the one you seem to be choosing. *pulls out gun*
Lori: *looks at gun*
Tricia: Dig deep, find the person who wouldn't hesitate to do the job and get on board. Otherwise, you'll be leaving this office in a body bag.
Lori: *lifts eyes*
Tricia: You'll never see your little girl grow up, you'll never see your husband again, you'll never laugh, cry, love...ever again. So what do you say?
Lori: Looks like you're going to have to kill me.
Tricia: Fine. *lifts gun*
BANG
Lori: *blinks*
Tricia: *clutches shoulder* ARGH! *drops gun*
Lori: *looks back*
Scott: *lowers gun*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *walks in* What, you didn't think I was just going to stay home and watch the game.
Tricia: ERGH!
Scott: *kneels* What did I tell you? I told you not to piss me off.
Tricia: Then why did you miss?
Scott: I didn't miss. Get up. *grabs Tricia*
Tricia: UGH! IT HURTS!
Scott: *hands gun to Lori*
Lori: *grabs gun*
Scott: Sit.
Tricia: *sits on desk*
Scott: *walks over to cabinet, grabs first-aid kit*
Tricia: *lifts brow*
Scott: Cops are on the way and I'd really rather not shoot you again so stay put. *throws kit onto desk, opens it*
Tricia: *looks at Lori* I suppose you think you're real smart for planning this. Having him come here.
Lori: Believe me, I didn't tell him to come here.
Tricia: So this is what you've become. *looks at Scott* This is what you think she is. Some weak woman who needs a man to protect and defend her.
Scott: No. *presses gauze against Tricia* That's not what this is about.
Tricia: *scoffs* Sure.
Lori: *walks over* Tricia, I want to help you.
Tricia: I don't need your help.
Lori: It's not too late to kick this. There are programs out there and people who are willing to help, no matter your background.
Tricia: I like my life and I like the drugs. If it ain't broke-
Lori: You went from a healthy, successful businesswoman to a heroin addict hell-bent on murdering innocent people for some grandiose, self-dillusional notions of global domination so don't tell me you're happy with your life. Maybe it was the firing, maybe it was the bosses and CEOs laughing in your face because you had an idea, it's not really any of my business and quite frankly I don't care but you're miserable, alone, trapped and you're killing yourself faster than you realize. I can assure you, it only gets worse from here.
Tricia: He's already called the police, I'll be going to prison.
Lori: Deals can be made and there are programs in prison but they're not going to go easy on you if you aren't willing to take the help. You can either stew in prison and become angrier, resentful and self-destructive or you can get your life back.
Tricia: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Some death sentences are a personal choice, don't make it yours.
Cops rush in
Scott: Your ride's here.
Cop: *walks in* This the one?
Scott: Yeah.
Cop: *pulls out cuffs* Let's go.
Tricia: *stands*
Cop drags Tricia out
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: You didn't have to tell her all those things, you know.
Lori: Yes I did. Whether any of that got through to her though remains to be seen.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: Where's Steph?
Scott: I stuffed her in your uncle's mail slot.
Lori: *slaps Scott* The father of my children, ladies and gentleman.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *smiles, kisses Scott's cheek* And my hero.
TBC.............................
CSISDFlash
Pathologist
Awww, Scott saves the day yeah! An what was katie thinking? Speed all but told her not to leave and now they are mad at eachother again. I really thouught he would get her to stay or lay a big spit swapper on her before she left. Oh well she'll be back I have confedence in her! She still love Speed know matter what she says.
Speed still lovers her to!
Great update!
Speed still lovers her to!
Great update!
Anni Grey
Coroner
What a great update! I have to agree with CSIDFLASH... Katie will be back, and yes, they both still love each other. They've both stated as much before, but maybe ( and I can be wrong) Tim sees the need to move on? Of course, though, Katie will be back...she's Katie for cripes sake!
Lori and Scott...they are the greatest. Scott came through in a clinch, stopping Lori from having to make the biggest mistake in her life. Please tell me that there isn't residuals from the heroin that she did take. I just want to see them happy and normal,and sweet!
Excellent update, Geni!
Lori and Scott...they are the greatest. Scott came through in a clinch, stopping Lori from having to make the biggest mistake in her life. Please tell me that there isn't residuals from the heroin that she did take. I just want to see them happy and normal,and sweet!
Excellent update, Geni!
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Aww...by Katie. so confusing, poor kids. Hopefully she realizes her mistake and comes back, or vice versa. I'd like to see more interaction between them. I just hope Speeds good bye words to her, don't come back to haunt him.
*wipes nervous sweat..*
Thank God she didn't have anymore drugs. Damn that was close. Thank God for Scott. Hopefully they can maybe have a few days, or years peace..right Geni:lol: didn't think so
Great, and awesome update Geni. Thanks so much.
*wipes nervous sweat..*
Thank God she didn't have anymore drugs. Damn that was close. Thank God for Scott. Hopefully they can maybe have a few days, or years peace..right Geni:lol: didn't think so
Great, and awesome update Geni. Thanks so much.
awww great update!!!
racefh853629
Pathologist
Yay!
The b**ch is finally going to prison where she belongs!
And how cute are Lori and Scott! It's giving me massive sugar overload how sweet they are... :lol:
Hopefully things'll be okay between Katie and Speed...
Great update!
The b**ch is finally going to prison where she belongs!
And how cute are Lori and Scott! It's giving me massive sugar overload how sweet they are... :lol:
Hopefully things'll be okay between Katie and Speed...
Great update!
Crud, we're falling off the page. :lol:
Sorry about not getting a chapter up sooner, had some 'Holiday' stuffs to finish up as well as other RL things. But I should have things back up more regularily now.
And thanks so much for the reviews! They mean oodles to me. :adore:
There's going to be more RT gang after this chapter.
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House, 8am, 2 weeks later
Scott: *pulls Steph from tub, wraps her in towel* Out we go.
Steph giggles
Scott: *smiles* Yeah you laugh now, you should have seen me bathe my cat in college.
Lori: *walks over* Talkin' to yourself again?
Scott: I'm talking to Steph.
Lori: Scott, she doesn't understand English. You could be saying gooblegop and she'd probably react in much the same way.
Scott: The more you speak, the faster they learn. At least that's what I'm trying to accomplish.
Lori: Ah, a man on a mission.
Scott: You telling me you didn't speak to her while you were pregnant with her?
Lori: *lifts brow* Um no. You remember the movie Aliens?
Scott: *laughs* Lori, she's not an alien spawn.
Lori: Well no, she looks human now.
Scott: Funny.
Steph grabs Scott's face
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *leans against door* I hope you don't plan on putting me through having another one of those. One's enough.
Scott: *grabs diaper from under sink*
Lori: Scott....answer me.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *narrows eyes* Scott.
Scott: Relax, I think the way things are right now are just fine. *places Steph on counter*
Lori: How was your first day yesterday as the big manager of APL Manhattan in Miami?
Scott: Uh well the employees aren't too fond of me. They think I was fired as the CEO so there must be something wrong with me. They don't see me as the manager, they see me as someone who's being punished by being sent to work with the little people and who doesn't really care about the company or its employees. But I'm sure there are a couple who don't feel that way. I hope.
Lori: *smiles* Well they haven't gotten to know you yet. I mean, hell, I didn't like you when I first met you.
Scott: Comforting.
Lori: It wasn't personal, I didn't like anyone. But you weren't a cop and you didn't grab me so I figured you weren't all bad. That and the fact that you weren't at the treatment facility because you were nuts, you were there because you survived something horrible and couldn't deal with the aftermath even after so long.
Scott: Interesting assessment.
Lori: I'm just trying to figure out if because you went through something even more horrible recently that you're not going to be able to deal with that either. And that it'll take more than therapy to ease it or even fix it.
Scott: You think I'm unstable?
Lori: I can't tell. And that makes me a tad uncomfortable.
Scott: *nods, picks up Steph*
Lori: What, no encouraging words? No 'I'm fine'?
Scott: Would any of that convince you?
Lori: No, not really.
Scott: Then there's no sense in placating you.
Lori: Yeah but you always do it so well.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *smirks*
Scott: I have to head to work. *gives Steph to Lori*
Lori: *wraps arms around Steph* Be safe.
Scott: Funny. *kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *hugs Scott*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: I'm serious.
Steph grabs Scott's shirt
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Lori: Keep your phone on, Scott.
Scott: I only turned it off yesterday for an hour. I was in a meeting.
Lori: Don't turn it off at all.
Scott: What's with the sudden worry over my safety? I think we've established I'm fairly good at keeping my ass from death.
Lori: You're also very good at not listening and being a cowboy about everything. *lets go*
Scott: You know real cowboys didn't even have cellphones.
Lori: *slaps Scott*
Scott: *smiles* I'll be home around 5. I promise.
Lori: I'll hold you to that.
Scott: *walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
APL Manhattan building, Miami
Scott: *walks over to desk, throws overcoat onto chair*
Woman: *walks over to door, knocks on it*
Scott: *turns around*
Woman: Oh gosh, I'm sorry. You're busy. I'll leave you alone. *turns around*
Scott: No, hold on.
Woman: *stops*
Scott: Your name?
Woman: Donna. Donna Wilson. *smiles* And you're Scott Finch.
Scott: That's right.
Donna: Wow. Wow this is so cool. I've heard all about you sir.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Donna: Oh um...*steps forward* would you mind if I um, if I shook your hand?
Scott: Not at all.
Donna: *smiles* Oh thank you so much. *runs over, grabs Scott's hand* This means so much to me. Wow, you have such soft hands. Oh damn, you're married. Ha, pfft, of course you're married.
Scott: What can I do for you, miss Wilson?
Donna: *lets go* RIGHT. Um well okay. There's this guy who works across from me and he keeps staring and it's really creepy. I was wondering if I could be moved to a different cubicle.
Scott: What's this man's name?
Donna: Oh no no. No I don't want to rat him out or anything, I just want to be moved.
Scott: Well considering I know where your current cubicle resides, I can probably surmise where this man is but I would appreciate his name before I go over there and talk to him.
Donna: Please don't talk to him. He'll know I said something.
Scott: If he's making you uncomfortable, it's no stretch to say he's doing the same to a few others. He doesn't have to know you were the one that came to me.
Donna: Mark Stapleton.
Scott: *nods*
Donna: You know...no one in there likes you very much.
Scott: I'm aware of that.
Donna: You are? Um, well that's not to suggest you're stupid or anything, in fact, I read that you even went to university and stuff. That's why I'm here, I'm trying to pay my way to university. My parents said I have to do it on my own 'cause it's a big scary world out there and I need to work hard for it.
Scott: I'm sure you'll do a fine job here.
Donna: *wide-eyed* Really? You think so? Oh gosh, it means a lot to hear that, especially coming from you. This is practically the first real job I've ever had, I don't wanna screw it up. It's all kind of intimidating.
Scott: You'll get used to things around here and pretty soon, working here will be a breeze.
Donna: I sure hope so, sir.
Scott: You can go ahead and grab a new work space and I'll file the paperwork for you.
Donna: *smiles* Thanks so much! I promise I'll do my best here! *runs away*
Scott: *smiles*
2 hours later
Scott: *writing*
Mark: *walks in, slams door*
Scott: *lifts head*
Mark: What the hell, man? Why did I get a memo to come to your office this afternoon? And why the hell are people whispering about me behind my back?
Scott: Have a seat, mister Stapleton.
Mark: No. This is bullshit, I didn't do anything wrong. Who the hell's complaining about me? I want names.
Scott: *takes off glasses, places them on desk* It's my understanding that you've been conducting yourself in an inappropriate manner around some of the female employees.
Mark: *rolls eyes* Oh come ON. Is it so wrong to admire some of their more endearing qualities? You should have seen the rack on the one across from me.
Scott: And it's also my understanding that you've been physical with some of them.
Mark: Says who?
Scott: The security camera footage from the break room.
Mark: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Now, not only is what you're doing inappropriate in general, but some of these employees are under the age of 21.
Mark: *laughs* Come on man, you and I both know the ones under 21 are the most exciting. It's like trailing new ground. Besides, they're way more mature than they let on.
Scott: *leans back in chair*
Mark: It's just harmless fun. You tellin' me you never peak over at the 18-year old across the street or the 16-year old at the mall with her friends? Mm those skirts just keep gettin' shorter. It's like society wants them to appeal to us.
Scott: You're getting one more chance, I'd suggest you change your attitude quickly.
Mark: What, your wife isn't younger than you?
Scott: She's not a minor and she doesn't work here. Don't compare me to you. Get back to work.
Mark: You think you actually have any authority here? *laughs* That's a laugh and a half. You're not the big mister CEO anymore. This is a consolation prize, man. Nobody wants you here, they just feel sorry for you because you were slapped around by a nutty chick in a little room for 2 months. The only reason you're not dead is because she probably made you drink your own urine. Or maybe she made you do something...to her. To stay alive.
Scott: You finished?
Mark: At least that's the rumours.
Scott: Rumours.
Mark: Yeah. We even have a pool going around at how long you'll be here before you have a psychotic break and jump out the window. My money's on a week.
Scott: That's an interesting way to spend your break time.
Mark: Man you'd better come through for me too because I've got 500 bucks riding on that bet.
Scott: And how many people are involved with this pool?
Mark: About 50 of us. Although I think Tony got the finance department involved so that's another 20.
Scott: *nods*
Mark: *looks at watch* Well anyway, they're putting the soccer game on in the break room so I'm gonna take off. *walks away*
Scott: *stares at door*
12:30pm, near reception desk
Scott: *opens folder, grabs pen*
Across the room
Donna: *looks over*
Tina: That the new guy?
Donna: Yep.
Tina: He's hotter than I expected.
Donna: He's real nice too.
Tina: Mark said he didn't discipline him, he just let him say and do whatever he wanted. He's one of those.
Donna: One of those what?
Tina: Can't take control, tries to make everyone happy, way too gullible? He won't last.
Donna: What's wrong with making everyone happy?
Tina: Well because it can mean a couple of things. Either he's ass-kissing to get on our good side or to be 'one of us' or he doesn't know how to manage us so he's letting us have our way. Besides, some people think he went nuts because of what he went through in Texas. I don't think it's wise to put someone like him in charge.
Donna: That's just because you wanted the position.
Tina: Well yeah, I applied for it and they just give it to him? Something's up with that. He didn't even work to get here.
Donna: He was the CEO, that's a lot of work.
Tina: Ooh making millions and eating caviar while sunbathing pool-side is not work. He was given a pity position to make this company look good.
Donna: Have you even met him?
Tina: I don't have to meet him, I know exactly what he is. And the only reason you met him is because you've been obsessed with him ever since you found out he'd be working here. I can't believe you actually think he's that great just because he was big man on campus a while back.
Donna: I wasn't obsessed.
Tina: Jumping up and down in the elevator wasn't obsession?
Donna: It was excitement, nothing more. *grabs Tina* Come on, you have to meet him.
Tina: I don't want to meet him.
Near reception desk
Scott: *writing*
Donna: MISTER FINCH! *runs over*
Scott: *lifts head*
Donna: HI! I brought you someone to meet. This is Tina Abrams.
Scott: *smiles, extends hand* It's nice to meet you.
Tina: *grabs Scott's hand, narrows eyes* Uh huh.
Scott: If I recall correctly, you applied for my position.
Tina: ...Mhm.
Scott: I look forward to working with you.
Tina: *lifts brow* You do?
Scott: *nods* I would hope that we can make an effective partenership. I realize it's not the same as getting the job you'd hoped for but I would really appreciate and value your input and skills if you're willing.
Tina: *scoffs* Yeah, right. My input for nothing useful but to make me feel like I'm somebody even though I'm not and my skills so you can take credit for ideas you normally wouldn't have had.
Scott: *blinks* Um...no. No, that's not my intention.
Tina: You're a manager. And you're a man. *shakes head* You want to get back up the ladder so you can be the CEO again because it was comfy and safe. Well guess what, I'm not going to help you do that. I'm here to protect my own interests, not yours. *walks away*
Scott: *stares blankly*
Donna: I'm so sorry about her. She's usually very nice.
Scott: I bet.
Donna: But the 'I value your input and skills' thing probably seemed like a slap in the face. No offense.
Scott: I figured as much.
Condo, 1pm
Lori: *knocks on door*
Speed: *opens door*
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Speed: What are you doing here, Lori?
Lori: You and I need to have a chat. *walks in*
Speed: *closes door, turns around* About what?
Lori: You promise you won't get angry?
Speed: No.
Lori: *sigh* Okay. *reaches into pocket, pulls out vile*
Speed: *looks down*
Lori: It's heroin.
Speed: *lifts head*
Lori: The person who gave it to me is sitting in a jail cell right now for planning the assassination of a CEO of a global investment company and the murder of thousands of people working for him. She was also planning to take on the pharmaceutical companies, that's where this heroin's from. The police investigated her office but didn't find any connection to that part of her plan and they haven't found the men who were following her in her global conquest for domination. I came to you because it's not over and I trust you.
Speed: How exactly do you fit into all of this? Especially the heroin part.
Lori: I was covering Scott's ass because the company she wanted to blow away was the one he works for. She came to him first but I took care of it. At least I thought I was taking care of it. Evidently I'm not as sharp as I once was and she forced me to shoot up some heroin in front of her to make sure I was legit.
Speed: You used heroin.
Lori: *nods*
Speed: Do you realize how absolutely stupid that was? Getting involved at all? You should have called the authorities right away Lori, you are not qualified to 'take care of it'.
Lori: It was a mistake, I admit that.
Speed: A very big mistake. You just couldn't stay away from the drugs, could you.
Lori: *shakes head* I wanted to help Scott.
Speed: Are you high right now?
Lori: No. I haven't touched it since the first time.
Speed: As you can imagine, I find that a little hard to believe.
Lori: I'm alert, I'm not slurring, I'm making direct eye contact and I can walk a straight line so no I'm not high. I came to tell you that someone needs to investigate this further and this vile is going to help you track down some more evidence. *throws over vile*
Speed: *catches vile*
Lori: I'm not interested in getting high, I'm interested in justice and making sure more lives aren't lost.
Speed: Since when?
Lori: *stares at Speed*
Speed: I'm going to need to give the department more than a vile of heroin.
Lori: Well that's where the investigation part comes in, right?
Speed: This isn't enough to start an investigation.
Lori: I can get you more.
Speed: How?
Lori: *smirks*
TBC..................
Sorry about not getting a chapter up sooner, had some 'Holiday' stuffs to finish up as well as other RL things. But I should have things back up more regularily now.
And thanks so much for the reviews! They mean oodles to me. :adore:
There's going to be more RT gang after this chapter.
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House, 8am, 2 weeks later
Scott: *pulls Steph from tub, wraps her in towel* Out we go.
Steph giggles
Scott: *smiles* Yeah you laugh now, you should have seen me bathe my cat in college.
Lori: *walks over* Talkin' to yourself again?
Scott: I'm talking to Steph.
Lori: Scott, she doesn't understand English. You could be saying gooblegop and she'd probably react in much the same way.
Scott: The more you speak, the faster they learn. At least that's what I'm trying to accomplish.
Lori: Ah, a man on a mission.
Scott: You telling me you didn't speak to her while you were pregnant with her?
Lori: *lifts brow* Um no. You remember the movie Aliens?
Scott: *laughs* Lori, she's not an alien spawn.
Lori: Well no, she looks human now.
Scott: Funny.
Steph grabs Scott's face
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *leans against door* I hope you don't plan on putting me through having another one of those. One's enough.
Scott: *grabs diaper from under sink*
Lori: Scott....answer me.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *narrows eyes* Scott.
Scott: Relax, I think the way things are right now are just fine. *places Steph on counter*
Lori: How was your first day yesterday as the big manager of APL Manhattan in Miami?
Scott: Uh well the employees aren't too fond of me. They think I was fired as the CEO so there must be something wrong with me. They don't see me as the manager, they see me as someone who's being punished by being sent to work with the little people and who doesn't really care about the company or its employees. But I'm sure there are a couple who don't feel that way. I hope.
Lori: *smiles* Well they haven't gotten to know you yet. I mean, hell, I didn't like you when I first met you.
Scott: Comforting.
Lori: It wasn't personal, I didn't like anyone. But you weren't a cop and you didn't grab me so I figured you weren't all bad. That and the fact that you weren't at the treatment facility because you were nuts, you were there because you survived something horrible and couldn't deal with the aftermath even after so long.
Scott: Interesting assessment.
Lori: I'm just trying to figure out if because you went through something even more horrible recently that you're not going to be able to deal with that either. And that it'll take more than therapy to ease it or even fix it.
Scott: You think I'm unstable?
Lori: I can't tell. And that makes me a tad uncomfortable.
Scott: *nods, picks up Steph*
Lori: What, no encouraging words? No 'I'm fine'?
Scott: Would any of that convince you?
Lori: No, not really.
Scott: Then there's no sense in placating you.
Lori: Yeah but you always do it so well.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *smirks*
Scott: I have to head to work. *gives Steph to Lori*
Lori: *wraps arms around Steph* Be safe.
Scott: Funny. *kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *hugs Scott*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: I'm serious.
Steph grabs Scott's shirt
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Lori: Keep your phone on, Scott.
Scott: I only turned it off yesterday for an hour. I was in a meeting.
Lori: Don't turn it off at all.
Scott: What's with the sudden worry over my safety? I think we've established I'm fairly good at keeping my ass from death.
Lori: You're also very good at not listening and being a cowboy about everything. *lets go*
Scott: You know real cowboys didn't even have cellphones.
Lori: *slaps Scott*
Scott: *smiles* I'll be home around 5. I promise.
Lori: I'll hold you to that.
Scott: *walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
APL Manhattan building, Miami
Scott: *walks over to desk, throws overcoat onto chair*
Woman: *walks over to door, knocks on it*
Scott: *turns around*
Woman: Oh gosh, I'm sorry. You're busy. I'll leave you alone. *turns around*
Scott: No, hold on.
Woman: *stops*
Scott: Your name?
Woman: Donna. Donna Wilson. *smiles* And you're Scott Finch.
Scott: That's right.
Donna: Wow. Wow this is so cool. I've heard all about you sir.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Donna: Oh um...*steps forward* would you mind if I um, if I shook your hand?
Scott: Not at all.
Donna: *smiles* Oh thank you so much. *runs over, grabs Scott's hand* This means so much to me. Wow, you have such soft hands. Oh damn, you're married. Ha, pfft, of course you're married.
Scott: What can I do for you, miss Wilson?
Donna: *lets go* RIGHT. Um well okay. There's this guy who works across from me and he keeps staring and it's really creepy. I was wondering if I could be moved to a different cubicle.
Scott: What's this man's name?
Donna: Oh no no. No I don't want to rat him out or anything, I just want to be moved.
Scott: Well considering I know where your current cubicle resides, I can probably surmise where this man is but I would appreciate his name before I go over there and talk to him.
Donna: Please don't talk to him. He'll know I said something.
Scott: If he's making you uncomfortable, it's no stretch to say he's doing the same to a few others. He doesn't have to know you were the one that came to me.
Donna: Mark Stapleton.
Scott: *nods*
Donna: You know...no one in there likes you very much.
Scott: I'm aware of that.
Donna: You are? Um, well that's not to suggest you're stupid or anything, in fact, I read that you even went to university and stuff. That's why I'm here, I'm trying to pay my way to university. My parents said I have to do it on my own 'cause it's a big scary world out there and I need to work hard for it.
Scott: I'm sure you'll do a fine job here.
Donna: *wide-eyed* Really? You think so? Oh gosh, it means a lot to hear that, especially coming from you. This is practically the first real job I've ever had, I don't wanna screw it up. It's all kind of intimidating.
Scott: You'll get used to things around here and pretty soon, working here will be a breeze.
Donna: I sure hope so, sir.
Scott: You can go ahead and grab a new work space and I'll file the paperwork for you.
Donna: *smiles* Thanks so much! I promise I'll do my best here! *runs away*
Scott: *smiles*
2 hours later
Scott: *writing*
Mark: *walks in, slams door*
Scott: *lifts head*
Mark: What the hell, man? Why did I get a memo to come to your office this afternoon? And why the hell are people whispering about me behind my back?
Scott: Have a seat, mister Stapleton.
Mark: No. This is bullshit, I didn't do anything wrong. Who the hell's complaining about me? I want names.
Scott: *takes off glasses, places them on desk* It's my understanding that you've been conducting yourself in an inappropriate manner around some of the female employees.
Mark: *rolls eyes* Oh come ON. Is it so wrong to admire some of their more endearing qualities? You should have seen the rack on the one across from me.
Scott: And it's also my understanding that you've been physical with some of them.
Mark: Says who?
Scott: The security camera footage from the break room.
Mark: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Now, not only is what you're doing inappropriate in general, but some of these employees are under the age of 21.
Mark: *laughs* Come on man, you and I both know the ones under 21 are the most exciting. It's like trailing new ground. Besides, they're way more mature than they let on.
Scott: *leans back in chair*
Mark: It's just harmless fun. You tellin' me you never peak over at the 18-year old across the street or the 16-year old at the mall with her friends? Mm those skirts just keep gettin' shorter. It's like society wants them to appeal to us.
Scott: You're getting one more chance, I'd suggest you change your attitude quickly.
Mark: What, your wife isn't younger than you?
Scott: She's not a minor and she doesn't work here. Don't compare me to you. Get back to work.
Mark: You think you actually have any authority here? *laughs* That's a laugh and a half. You're not the big mister CEO anymore. This is a consolation prize, man. Nobody wants you here, they just feel sorry for you because you were slapped around by a nutty chick in a little room for 2 months. The only reason you're not dead is because she probably made you drink your own urine. Or maybe she made you do something...to her. To stay alive.
Scott: You finished?
Mark: At least that's the rumours.
Scott: Rumours.
Mark: Yeah. We even have a pool going around at how long you'll be here before you have a psychotic break and jump out the window. My money's on a week.
Scott: That's an interesting way to spend your break time.
Mark: Man you'd better come through for me too because I've got 500 bucks riding on that bet.
Scott: And how many people are involved with this pool?
Mark: About 50 of us. Although I think Tony got the finance department involved so that's another 20.
Scott: *nods*
Mark: *looks at watch* Well anyway, they're putting the soccer game on in the break room so I'm gonna take off. *walks away*
Scott: *stares at door*
12:30pm, near reception desk
Scott: *opens folder, grabs pen*
Across the room
Donna: *looks over*
Tina: That the new guy?
Donna: Yep.
Tina: He's hotter than I expected.
Donna: He's real nice too.
Tina: Mark said he didn't discipline him, he just let him say and do whatever he wanted. He's one of those.
Donna: One of those what?
Tina: Can't take control, tries to make everyone happy, way too gullible? He won't last.
Donna: What's wrong with making everyone happy?
Tina: Well because it can mean a couple of things. Either he's ass-kissing to get on our good side or to be 'one of us' or he doesn't know how to manage us so he's letting us have our way. Besides, some people think he went nuts because of what he went through in Texas. I don't think it's wise to put someone like him in charge.
Donna: That's just because you wanted the position.
Tina: Well yeah, I applied for it and they just give it to him? Something's up with that. He didn't even work to get here.
Donna: He was the CEO, that's a lot of work.
Tina: Ooh making millions and eating caviar while sunbathing pool-side is not work. He was given a pity position to make this company look good.
Donna: Have you even met him?
Tina: I don't have to meet him, I know exactly what he is. And the only reason you met him is because you've been obsessed with him ever since you found out he'd be working here. I can't believe you actually think he's that great just because he was big man on campus a while back.
Donna: I wasn't obsessed.
Tina: Jumping up and down in the elevator wasn't obsession?
Donna: It was excitement, nothing more. *grabs Tina* Come on, you have to meet him.
Tina: I don't want to meet him.
Near reception desk
Scott: *writing*
Donna: MISTER FINCH! *runs over*
Scott: *lifts head*
Donna: HI! I brought you someone to meet. This is Tina Abrams.
Scott: *smiles, extends hand* It's nice to meet you.
Tina: *grabs Scott's hand, narrows eyes* Uh huh.
Scott: If I recall correctly, you applied for my position.
Tina: ...Mhm.
Scott: I look forward to working with you.
Tina: *lifts brow* You do?
Scott: *nods* I would hope that we can make an effective partenership. I realize it's not the same as getting the job you'd hoped for but I would really appreciate and value your input and skills if you're willing.
Tina: *scoffs* Yeah, right. My input for nothing useful but to make me feel like I'm somebody even though I'm not and my skills so you can take credit for ideas you normally wouldn't have had.
Scott: *blinks* Um...no. No, that's not my intention.
Tina: You're a manager. And you're a man. *shakes head* You want to get back up the ladder so you can be the CEO again because it was comfy and safe. Well guess what, I'm not going to help you do that. I'm here to protect my own interests, not yours. *walks away*
Scott: *stares blankly*
Donna: I'm so sorry about her. She's usually very nice.
Scott: I bet.
Donna: But the 'I value your input and skills' thing probably seemed like a slap in the face. No offense.
Scott: I figured as much.
Condo, 1pm
Lori: *knocks on door*
Speed: *opens door*
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Speed: What are you doing here, Lori?
Lori: You and I need to have a chat. *walks in*
Speed: *closes door, turns around* About what?
Lori: You promise you won't get angry?
Speed: No.
Lori: *sigh* Okay. *reaches into pocket, pulls out vile*
Speed: *looks down*
Lori: It's heroin.
Speed: *lifts head*
Lori: The person who gave it to me is sitting in a jail cell right now for planning the assassination of a CEO of a global investment company and the murder of thousands of people working for him. She was also planning to take on the pharmaceutical companies, that's where this heroin's from. The police investigated her office but didn't find any connection to that part of her plan and they haven't found the men who were following her in her global conquest for domination. I came to you because it's not over and I trust you.
Speed: How exactly do you fit into all of this? Especially the heroin part.
Lori: I was covering Scott's ass because the company she wanted to blow away was the one he works for. She came to him first but I took care of it. At least I thought I was taking care of it. Evidently I'm not as sharp as I once was and she forced me to shoot up some heroin in front of her to make sure I was legit.
Speed: You used heroin.
Lori: *nods*
Speed: Do you realize how absolutely stupid that was? Getting involved at all? You should have called the authorities right away Lori, you are not qualified to 'take care of it'.
Lori: It was a mistake, I admit that.
Speed: A very big mistake. You just couldn't stay away from the drugs, could you.
Lori: *shakes head* I wanted to help Scott.
Speed: Are you high right now?
Lori: No. I haven't touched it since the first time.
Speed: As you can imagine, I find that a little hard to believe.
Lori: I'm alert, I'm not slurring, I'm making direct eye contact and I can walk a straight line so no I'm not high. I came to tell you that someone needs to investigate this further and this vile is going to help you track down some more evidence. *throws over vile*
Speed: *catches vile*
Lori: I'm not interested in getting high, I'm interested in justice and making sure more lives aren't lost.
Speed: Since when?
Lori: *stares at Speed*
Speed: I'm going to need to give the department more than a vile of heroin.
Lori: Well that's where the investigation part comes in, right?
Speed: This isn't enough to start an investigation.
Lori: I can get you more.
Speed: How?
Lori: *smirks*
TBC..................
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racefh853629
Pathologist
Oh, Lord. What does Lori have planned?
And poor Scott. I feel bad for him, I really do.
Great update!
And poor Scott. I feel bad for him, I really do.
Great update!
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Umm...Geni..please no more angst for Lori and Scott. Is so not fair.
I don't like that Mark or that Tina...why do I foresee problems with them.
I truly do hope that Lori isn't going to get herself in too deep. I'm really not liking this chapter at all,you are leaving to many scenerio's in my mind.
So evil Geni....:lol:
Oh alright...awesome update, but still...leave those poor kids alone
I don't like that Mark or that Tina...why do I foresee problems with them.
I truly do hope that Lori isn't going to get herself in too deep. I'm really not liking this chapter at all,
you are leaving to many scenerio's in my mind.So evil Geni....:lol:
Oh alright...awesome update, but still...leave those poor kids alone
Anni Grey
Coroner
I'm at least glad that Lori went to Speed, but I echo everyone's sentiments...Lori and Scott must remained unscathed! But of course, it's RT, no one's unscathed.
I agree, Mark and Tina do not bode well. And somewhat , an unbalanced Scott doesn't work well either. I just hope they're not sitting on a time bomb with Scott. I mean, shouldn't he had flipped out crazy by now ( yeah, he's been blazing everyone in his path, but I mean, completely go off the deep end?) Not that I would want him to do so, obviously.
Great update!
.I agree, Mark and Tina do not bode well. And somewhat , an unbalanced Scott doesn't work well either. I just hope they're not sitting on a time bomb with Scott. I mean, shouldn't he had flipped out crazy by now ( yeah, he's been blazing everyone in his path, but I mean, completely go off the deep end?) Not that I would want him to do so, obviously.
Great update!
CSISDFlash
Pathologist
Why do I feel like if I was Scott everyone involved in the death pool would be kicking cans own down the road by now? I have a weird feeling also about that Donna Chic! Shes just a little to taken with Scott! Whats up with that anyway. Looks like Lori may have wrangle her man back in and pull out the can of woopass she keeps for just such occations.
What Is Lori getting Speed into now? He doesn't sound to happy about being mixed up in this! not even to help his own daughter out.
Great update. Please give more soon!
What Is Lori getting Speed into now? He doesn't sound to happy about being mixed up in this! not even to help his own daughter out.
Great update. Please give more soon!
Aw what's Lori upto and what's she getting Speed into heee.
Great job look forward to the update!
Great job look forward to the update!
Thanks for the reviews!
I know I said there'd be RT Gang next but...I've been slow and I'm still working on that so here's the other bit I was working on for the moment.
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Kansas City, Missouri
Katie: *closes truck door, walks into post office*
Post Office
Katie: *walks up to counter* Got a call that I have a package?
Guy: Name?
Katie: Uh I'm the person who just called back like you told me because you were closed during lunch.
Guy: Oh yeah. You. *throws package onto counter* Sign on the dotted line.
Katie: *grabs pen* Where's it from?
Guy: I don't know, Boston?
Katie: *lifts brow* I don't know anyone in Boston.
Guy: Then this must come as a real surprise for you. Have a nice day.
Katie: *looks at package* This says Miami, not Boston.
Guy: *shrugs* My mistake.
Katie: *opens package*
Guy: Are you seriously opening that here? Wait until you get home.
Katie: Mustard.
Guy: Someone sent you mustard? What a crappy gift. Unless you own a Costco.
Katie: *picks up stuffed cow, looks at tag* A stuffed cow named Timmy. *smirks*
Guy: *lifts brow* You have weird friends.
Katie: *sigh* No, they're the best. *walks away*
Guy: Strange woman.
Apartment
Katie: *walks in* Jane! I stopped by the post office but I'm back!
Paul: *walks over* Jane's out.
Katie: Where'd she go?
Paul: Workin'.
Katie: You mean prostituting.
Paul: *shrugs* I don't ask.
Katie: *walks over to counter, grabs laptop*
Paul: What are you doing?
Katie: E-mailing my friend.
Paul: No. *grabs laptop* I don't like chicks touchin' my stuff.
Katie: I haven't been able to e-mail her all week and Jane's phone isn't connected.
Paul: So? You don't need that. I know what you need. *steps closer*
Katie: You already tried this yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, obviously I'm not interested in what you have to offer.
Paul: So what, you're a prude all of a sudden?
Katie: Why can't you men keep it in your pants?
Paul: Nothin' else to do around here.
Katie: Get a job.
Paul: After you. You know, Jane's supporting all of us so you should be a little more appreciative. And you should do what I tell you otherwise you won't last here very long.
Katie: *frowns*
Paul: You want to live on the street?
Katie: This is a pretty decent equivalent.
Paul: You haven't complained in almost 3 weeks.
Katie: I was still feeling this whole thing out and giving it chances but I'm not sure I want to stay.
Paul: You have to.
Katie: Who the hell says?
Paul: Me. And Jane. We like havin' you here. You ain't bad to look at and you do the chores.
Katie: Yes because that is what I live for.
Paul: If you don't like it, why'd you run away from Miami in the first place?
Katie: I wasn't running. I needed a change of scenery and I wanted to...distance myself from other things.
Paul: How's the scenery lookin' now?
Katie: Pretty shitty if I'm being frank.
Paul: *laughs*
Katie: *frowns*
Paul: Now go to my room.
Katie: Why.
Paul: Because that's the orders every night and I expect 'em to be followed. Unless you want me to cause problems with Jane when she gets home and then you'll be eatin' your mustard outside in the rain.
Katie: I'd rather do that. *walks to door*
Paul: *walks over, grabs Katie*
Katie: Let go of me.
Paul: Sorry sweetheart, we ain't finished.
Katie: *slams fist into Paul's nose*
Paul: UGH! *staggers backwards*
Katie: *opens door*
Paul: *grabs Katie, drags her in* GET IN HERE.
Katie: Agh! *falls backwards*
Paul: *shuts door, locks it* No one else has the key but me. So unless you want out, you'll do what I tell you.
Katie: *frowning*
Paul: Go to your room, I got a nose to fix.
Katie: *stands, walks into room*
Bedroom
Katie: *flops onto bed, hugs stuffed cow*
Miami, condo, 7pm
Lori: *sips tea*
Anni: *picks up Steph* WHO'S THE CUTIE! YOU ARE!
Steph giggles
Anni: Omgosh I want one.
Speed: No.
Anni: Party pooper.
Lori: Scott's the one that wants more.
Scott: See I never actually said that outloud.
Lori: *scoffs* Uh you don't have to say anything.
Speed: Scott just hope your little girl doesn't turn out like Lori.
Lori: Ha. Ha. Very funny. And for that, you get to hold her. *grabs Steph from Anni*
Speed: No. No babies.
Lori: Too bad. *hands Steph to Speed*
Speed: Take her back.
Lori: No.
Speed: Anni. *holds out Steph*
Anni: *smiles* No way man, I wanna see this.
Speed: *holding out Steph* Someone take her.
Lori: Gee, did you do the same thing with me when I was a baby?
Speed: *frowning*
Steph starts to cry
Scott: *clears throat*
Lori: Down boy.
Scott: *rubs face*
Lori: She'll be fine, Scott.
Anni: Tim, hold her like a human being.
Speed: She's crying, I'm not holding a crying baby.
Lori: Oh stop complaining and hold her properly.
Speed: *angry sigh* I'm never doing this again. *places Steph on lap, wraps arm around her*
Steph stops crying
Anni: See? All she needed was to be held properly and not like a drowning cat.
Speed: *frowning*
Lori: Face it, she's cute.
Speed: *looks down*
Steph smiles, flails
Speed: *frown fades*
Anni: HA!
Lori: I think his heart grew 2 sizes larger.
Speed: Am I finished now?
Lori: Yes. *grabs Steph*
Scott: Give her.
Lori: *rolls eyes* Um I think I got her.
Scott: *takes Steph*
Lori: You're so anal.
Speed: She was perfectly safe, Scott.
Scott: Yeah and Lori was perfectly safe with you when she was little too, right?
Speed: *frowns*
Lori: Now boys, let's play nice. Everything turned out fine with me so how about we concentrate on the present.
Speed: I'd like to hear what he has to say. You think I was a horrible father?
Scott: No, I don't. But you didn't exactly fight to get your daughter back, you sent her away to a life you knew would be horrible and then you wiped your hands until someone else managed to stumble upon her.
Speed: You think I didn't care that Lori was living with a bunch of pimps and drug dealers? You think I just forgot?
Scott: You probably assumed she wouldn't live very long. And besides, you had another child in that time. Who the hell cares about the one you would probably never see again? I bet you slept real well at night.
Lori: Scott.
Speed: Do you sleep well at night, Scott? You still dreaming about smelling your own skin sizzling against that chair?
Anni: Tim.
Scott: At least I've never beaten the crap out of my wife.
Speed: *stands, walks away*
Lori: What a great family get-together. *stands, walks away*
Anni: This is fun, we should do this more often.
Bedroom
Lori: *steps in, shuts door* I hope you'll forgive him, he doesn't usually let his testosterone out of the cage until really special occasions.
Speed: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: *blinks*
Speed: Don't do what I did. Hold onto your child.
Lori: Of course I will. But you haven't lost me, Dad.
Speed: *hugs tighter* I love you...so much.
Lori: *lifts brow* Um...I love you too.
Speed: I never forgot about you, not once.
Lori: It's okay, Dad. I've told you before not to feel guilty. As far as I'm concerned, we're squared away.
Speed: *lets go*
Lori: Don't carry the blame one second longer. Please.
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: And please don't cry or anythin' 'cause you'll get me goin'.
Speed: *smirks*
Lori: *smiles* Now go apologize to my husband.
Family room
Speed: *sits* Sorry.
Scott: *nods* Likewise.
Lori: And world peace begins.
Anni: So have you taken little Stephanie anywhere fun yet?
Lori: We actually went to one of those family space/science centres, you know, the ones with all those little kid areas? Scott thinks exposing her to science even though she doesn't understand anything will somehow make her smart. I just think she had more fun looking at all the bright colors and touching the shiny things.
Scott: Yes but she slept all the way home and that was a plus.
Lori: And we take her for an evening walk every day. Well, she doesn't walk, she sits in the stroller and sleeps but Scott thinks the fresh air is good for her.
Scott: It was your idea.
Lori: Yeah but you thought the fresh air would do her good. I wanted to get my figure back.
Scott: Your figure's fine.
Lori: I don't want it to be fine. I want it to be hot. There's a difference.
Anni: Well it sounds like you two have lots of fun as a new family.
Lori: *smiles* Yeah and we really need to get goin' too, it's gettin' late.
Scott: Thanks for having us over.
Anni: Anytime.
Speed: Drive safe.
Lori: *places Steph into stroller* See y'all later.
TBC........................
I know I said there'd be RT Gang next but...I've been slow and I'm still working on that so here's the other bit I was working on for the moment.
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Kansas City, Missouri
Katie: *closes truck door, walks into post office*
Post Office
Katie: *walks up to counter* Got a call that I have a package?
Guy: Name?
Katie: Uh I'm the person who just called back like you told me because you were closed during lunch.
Guy: Oh yeah. You. *throws package onto counter* Sign on the dotted line.
Katie: *grabs pen* Where's it from?
Guy: I don't know, Boston?
Katie: *lifts brow* I don't know anyone in Boston.
Guy: Then this must come as a real surprise for you. Have a nice day.
Katie: *looks at package* This says Miami, not Boston.
Guy: *shrugs* My mistake.
Katie: *opens package*
Guy: Are you seriously opening that here? Wait until you get home.
Katie: Mustard.
Guy: Someone sent you mustard? What a crappy gift. Unless you own a Costco.
Katie: *picks up stuffed cow, looks at tag* A stuffed cow named Timmy. *smirks*
Guy: *lifts brow* You have weird friends.
Katie: *sigh* No, they're the best. *walks away*
Guy: Strange woman.
Apartment
Katie: *walks in* Jane! I stopped by the post office but I'm back!
Paul: *walks over* Jane's out.
Katie: Where'd she go?
Paul: Workin'.
Katie: You mean prostituting.
Paul: *shrugs* I don't ask.
Katie: *walks over to counter, grabs laptop*
Paul: What are you doing?
Katie: E-mailing my friend.
Paul: No. *grabs laptop* I don't like chicks touchin' my stuff.
Katie: I haven't been able to e-mail her all week and Jane's phone isn't connected.
Paul: So? You don't need that. I know what you need. *steps closer*
Katie: You already tried this yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, obviously I'm not interested in what you have to offer.
Paul: So what, you're a prude all of a sudden?
Katie: Why can't you men keep it in your pants?
Paul: Nothin' else to do around here.
Katie: Get a job.
Paul: After you. You know, Jane's supporting all of us so you should be a little more appreciative. And you should do what I tell you otherwise you won't last here very long.
Katie: *frowns*
Paul: You want to live on the street?
Katie: This is a pretty decent equivalent.
Paul: You haven't complained in almost 3 weeks.
Katie: I was still feeling this whole thing out and giving it chances but I'm not sure I want to stay.
Paul: You have to.
Katie: Who the hell says?
Paul: Me. And Jane. We like havin' you here. You ain't bad to look at and you do the chores.
Katie: Yes because that is what I live for.
Paul: If you don't like it, why'd you run away from Miami in the first place?
Katie: I wasn't running. I needed a change of scenery and I wanted to...distance myself from other things.
Paul: How's the scenery lookin' now?
Katie: Pretty shitty if I'm being frank.
Paul: *laughs*
Katie: *frowns*
Paul: Now go to my room.
Katie: Why.
Paul: Because that's the orders every night and I expect 'em to be followed. Unless you want me to cause problems with Jane when she gets home and then you'll be eatin' your mustard outside in the rain.
Katie: I'd rather do that. *walks to door*
Paul: *walks over, grabs Katie*
Katie: Let go of me.
Paul: Sorry sweetheart, we ain't finished.
Katie: *slams fist into Paul's nose*
Paul: UGH! *staggers backwards*
Katie: *opens door*
Paul: *grabs Katie, drags her in* GET IN HERE.
Katie: Agh! *falls backwards*
Paul: *shuts door, locks it* No one else has the key but me. So unless you want out, you'll do what I tell you.
Katie: *frowning*
Paul: Go to your room, I got a nose to fix.
Katie: *stands, walks into room*
Bedroom
Katie: *flops onto bed, hugs stuffed cow*
Miami, condo, 7pm
Lori: *sips tea*
Anni: *picks up Steph* WHO'S THE CUTIE! YOU ARE!
Steph giggles
Anni: Omgosh I want one.
Speed: No.
Anni: Party pooper.
Lori: Scott's the one that wants more.
Scott: See I never actually said that outloud.
Lori: *scoffs* Uh you don't have to say anything.
Speed: Scott just hope your little girl doesn't turn out like Lori.
Lori: Ha. Ha. Very funny. And for that, you get to hold her. *grabs Steph from Anni*
Speed: No. No babies.
Lori: Too bad. *hands Steph to Speed*
Speed: Take her back.
Lori: No.
Speed: Anni. *holds out Steph*
Anni: *smiles* No way man, I wanna see this.
Speed: *holding out Steph* Someone take her.
Lori: Gee, did you do the same thing with me when I was a baby?
Speed: *frowning*
Steph starts to cry
Scott: *clears throat*
Lori: Down boy.
Scott: *rubs face*
Lori: She'll be fine, Scott.
Anni: Tim, hold her like a human being.
Speed: She's crying, I'm not holding a crying baby.
Lori: Oh stop complaining and hold her properly.
Speed: *angry sigh* I'm never doing this again. *places Steph on lap, wraps arm around her*
Steph stops crying
Anni: See? All she needed was to be held properly and not like a drowning cat.
Speed: *frowning*
Lori: Face it, she's cute.
Speed: *looks down*
Steph smiles, flails
Speed: *frown fades*
Anni: HA!
Lori: I think his heart grew 2 sizes larger.
Speed: Am I finished now?
Lori: Yes. *grabs Steph*
Scott: Give her.
Lori: *rolls eyes* Um I think I got her.
Scott: *takes Steph*
Lori: You're so anal.
Speed: She was perfectly safe, Scott.
Scott: Yeah and Lori was perfectly safe with you when she was little too, right?
Speed: *frowns*
Lori: Now boys, let's play nice. Everything turned out fine with me so how about we concentrate on the present.
Speed: I'd like to hear what he has to say. You think I was a horrible father?
Scott: No, I don't. But you didn't exactly fight to get your daughter back, you sent her away to a life you knew would be horrible and then you wiped your hands until someone else managed to stumble upon her.
Speed: You think I didn't care that Lori was living with a bunch of pimps and drug dealers? You think I just forgot?
Scott: You probably assumed she wouldn't live very long. And besides, you had another child in that time. Who the hell cares about the one you would probably never see again? I bet you slept real well at night.
Lori: Scott.
Speed: Do you sleep well at night, Scott? You still dreaming about smelling your own skin sizzling against that chair?
Anni: Tim.
Scott: At least I've never beaten the crap out of my wife.
Speed: *stands, walks away*
Lori: What a great family get-together. *stands, walks away*
Anni: This is fun, we should do this more often.
Bedroom
Lori: *steps in, shuts door* I hope you'll forgive him, he doesn't usually let his testosterone out of the cage until really special occasions.
Speed: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: *blinks*
Speed: Don't do what I did. Hold onto your child.
Lori: Of course I will. But you haven't lost me, Dad.
Speed: *hugs tighter* I love you...so much.
Lori: *lifts brow* Um...I love you too.
Speed: I never forgot about you, not once.
Lori: It's okay, Dad. I've told you before not to feel guilty. As far as I'm concerned, we're squared away.
Speed: *lets go*
Lori: Don't carry the blame one second longer. Please.
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: And please don't cry or anythin' 'cause you'll get me goin'.
Speed: *smirks*
Lori: *smiles* Now go apologize to my husband.
Family room
Speed: *sits* Sorry.
Scott: *nods* Likewise.
Lori: And world peace begins.
Anni: So have you taken little Stephanie anywhere fun yet?
Lori: We actually went to one of those family space/science centres, you know, the ones with all those little kid areas? Scott thinks exposing her to science even though she doesn't understand anything will somehow make her smart. I just think she had more fun looking at all the bright colors and touching the shiny things.
Scott: Yes but she slept all the way home and that was a plus.
Lori: And we take her for an evening walk every day. Well, she doesn't walk, she sits in the stroller and sleeps but Scott thinks the fresh air is good for her.
Scott: It was your idea.
Lori: Yeah but you thought the fresh air would do her good. I wanted to get my figure back.
Scott: Your figure's fine.
Lori: I don't want it to be fine. I want it to be hot. There's a difference.
Anni: Well it sounds like you two have lots of fun as a new family.
Lori: *smiles* Yeah and we really need to get goin' too, it's gettin' late.
Scott: Thanks for having us over.
Anni: Anytime.
Speed: Drive safe.
Lori: *places Steph into stroller* See y'all later.
TBC........................
Anni Grey
Coroner
Katie needs to come back. Pronto. I don't like where she is, and Paul really needs to suck it. A stuffed cow named Timmy and mustard, *tear* she's got the best friends ever. Even though it's a given that she and Speed will get together if and when she returns, I still don't think that she needs to stay where she's at. That's just the road we're given...
Aw...Speedles at dinner. I knew that Speed would open up to holding Stephanie. Way to rehash the past though. At least that's getting it out there, and there was apologies abound. All and all they had a good family dinner.
Great update, Geni!
Aw...Speedles at dinner. I knew that Speed would open up to holding Stephanie. Way to rehash the past though. At least that's getting it out there, and there was apologies abound. All and all they had a good family dinner.
Great update, Geni!
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