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Miami Lab, interview room
Lori: *covers forehead*
Man: *walks in, shuts door* Mrs. Finch?
Lori: *lifts head*
Man: I'm Dewey Hildebrant, I'm with the Public Defender's Office.
Lori: Congratulations.
Dewey: *sits, pulls out pen* Okay...*opens folder* has anyone questioned you yet?
Lori: *rolls eyes, sips water*
Horatio: *walks in*
Dewey: Oh you don't want to do that. Put the glass down.
Lori: *lifts brow* Why?
Dewey: The lab will be able to get DNA from the lip and fingerprints.
Lori: So?
Dewey: You don't want to incriminate yourself.
Lori: *frowns* I'm not guilty of anything.
Dewey: That's the spirit! Make sure you maintain that.
Lori: *leans back in chair*
Horatio: How are you feeling, Lori?
Dewey: OBJECTION!
Horatio: *looks at Dewey*
Lori: We're not in a court room, Dingus.
Dewey: It's Dewey.
Lori: Whatever.
Horatio: Detective Carter is searching your home as we speak.
Dewey: I hope you went through all the proper channels, Lieutenant.
Horatio: We have.
Dewey: I want a copy of that warrant.
Horatio: I'll have my people fax you a copy.
Dewey: I want the original.
Horatio: ...Alright. You'll have it. *looks at Lori* When did Stephanie become ill?
Dewey: If you're fishing for a confession, my client has nothing more to say.
Lori: She became ill this morning.
Horatio: Where had she been prior to that?
Lori: She went to school, I picked her up, we got home and later that night, she was complaining of a fever. I gave her some children's advil, a-
Dewey: I'd advise my client not to say anything further.
Lori: *frowns*
Horatio: How much advil did you give her?
Lori: The exact amount it said on the package. I can read. It wasn't a mistake...at least...I think it wasn't. *looks down at table* It...it was just a stomach ache.
Horatio: Were you alone when you administered the medication?
Lori: Dad was there. You can ask him, he saw the dose.
Dewey: I OBJECT! He's not a doctor, he can't attest to the dosage!
Horatio: *looks at Dewey* Mister Hildebrant, you're a defense lawyer. Not a prosecutor.
Dewey: ...I knew that.
Man: *walks in* Excuse me. I'm Troy Martinez, I've been hired by Mister Finch to represent the defendant.
Lori: *looks at Troy*
Dewey: HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! *stands* I'm her lawyer!
Troy: Not anymore, Hildebrant.
Dewey: I needed this one Martinez. Don't you have a child rapist to represent?
Troy: *laughs* Come on, you think someone like you would have any chance at winning this case?
Lori: GET OUT!
Troy/Dewey: *look at Lori*
Lori: BOTH OF YOU! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
Horatio: Gentleman...
Troy: Look what you did, Dew. *walks away*
Dewey: *places card on table* If you ever change your mind. *walks away*
Lori: *rubs eyes*
Horatio: You okay?
Lori: No. I'm not. I didn't try to kill her. Why am I being treated like a murderer?
Horatio: Lori, I know this is difficult but I want you to try and stay calm.
Lori: I'm cuffed to this table and you want me to stay calm.
Horatio: I understand but we have one injured child, I would rather there not be another one.
Lori: *stares at Horatio*
Horatio: Okay?
Lori: *nods* Yeah.
Horatio: Now, we're going to find out what happened and I'm not going to let anyone throw away the key until I have all the facts.
Lori: *staring down at table*
Horatio: Sit tight. *walks away*
Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 2 hours later
Tom: *shines flashlight*
Horatio: Detective.
Tom: *looks over*
Horatio: Find anything?
Tom: I went through the medicine cabinet. *lifts bag* Diazepam, Carbamazepine, Aspirin, Tylenol and rubbing alcohol. Everything's child sealed.
Horatio: Does the medicine cabinet have a child lock?
Tom: ...No. Is it against the law not to have one?
Horatio: *shakes head* No.
Tom: The only thing I found downstairs was cough medicine, Children's Advil and Benadryl. Again, all child locked. I bagged it.
Horatio: What about detergents and cleaning supplies.
Tom: I collected samples of everything. Are Scott and Lori sick at all?
Horatio: No. Why?
Tom: It means it's probably nothing biological or food-related. At least not in the house.
Horatio: Good thinking. Let's get those samples back to the lab and have a nurse get some blood from Stephanie as well.
Tom: They didn't get a match on the knowns?
Horatio: No. So we have some work ahead of us.
Hospital, ICU
Nurse: *opens kit*
Tom: *crosses arms*
Scott: *kisses Steph's hand*
Tom: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *staring at Steph*
Tom: ...*looks around* ...*places hand on Scott's shoulder*
Scott: *lifts eyes*
TBC.................................
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Miami Lab, interview room
Lori: *covers forehead*
Man: *walks in, shuts door* Mrs. Finch?
Lori: *lifts head*
Man: I'm Dewey Hildebrant, I'm with the Public Defender's Office.
Lori: Congratulations.
Dewey: *sits, pulls out pen* Okay...*opens folder* has anyone questioned you yet?
Lori: *rolls eyes, sips water*
Horatio: *walks in*
Dewey: Oh you don't want to do that. Put the glass down.
Lori: *lifts brow* Why?
Dewey: The lab will be able to get DNA from the lip and fingerprints.
Lori: So?
Dewey: You don't want to incriminate yourself.
Lori: *frowns* I'm not guilty of anything.
Dewey: That's the spirit! Make sure you maintain that.
Lori: *leans back in chair*
Horatio: How are you feeling, Lori?
Dewey: OBJECTION!
Horatio: *looks at Dewey*
Lori: We're not in a court room, Dingus.
Dewey: It's Dewey.
Lori: Whatever.
Horatio: Detective Carter is searching your home as we speak.
Dewey: I hope you went through all the proper channels, Lieutenant.
Horatio: We have.
Dewey: I want a copy of that warrant.
Horatio: I'll have my people fax you a copy.
Dewey: I want the original.
Horatio: ...Alright. You'll have it. *looks at Lori* When did Stephanie become ill?
Dewey: If you're fishing for a confession, my client has nothing more to say.
Lori: She became ill this morning.
Horatio: Where had she been prior to that?
Lori: She went to school, I picked her up, we got home and later that night, she was complaining of a fever. I gave her some children's advil, a-
Dewey: I'd advise my client not to say anything further.
Lori: *frowns*
Horatio: How much advil did you give her?
Lori: The exact amount it said on the package. I can read. It wasn't a mistake...at least...I think it wasn't. *looks down at table* It...it was just a stomach ache.
Horatio: Were you alone when you administered the medication?
Lori: Dad was there. You can ask him, he saw the dose.
Dewey: I OBJECT! He's not a doctor, he can't attest to the dosage!
Horatio: *looks at Dewey* Mister Hildebrant, you're a defense lawyer. Not a prosecutor.
Dewey: ...I knew that.
Man: *walks in* Excuse me. I'm Troy Martinez, I've been hired by Mister Finch to represent the defendant.
Lori: *looks at Troy*
Dewey: HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! *stands* I'm her lawyer!
Troy: Not anymore, Hildebrant.
Dewey: I needed this one Martinez. Don't you have a child rapist to represent?
Troy: *laughs* Come on, you think someone like you would have any chance at winning this case?
Lori: GET OUT!
Troy/Dewey: *look at Lori*
Lori: BOTH OF YOU! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
Horatio: Gentleman...
Troy: Look what you did, Dew. *walks away*
Dewey: *places card on table* If you ever change your mind. *walks away*
Lori: *rubs eyes*
Horatio: You okay?
Lori: No. I'm not. I didn't try to kill her. Why am I being treated like a murderer?
Horatio: Lori, I know this is difficult but I want you to try and stay calm.
Lori: I'm cuffed to this table and you want me to stay calm.
Horatio: I understand but we have one injured child, I would rather there not be another one.
Lori: *stares at Horatio*
Horatio: Okay?
Lori: *nods* Yeah.
Horatio: Now, we're going to find out what happened and I'm not going to let anyone throw away the key until I have all the facts.
Lori: *staring down at table*
Horatio: Sit tight. *walks away*
Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 2 hours later
Tom: *shines flashlight*
Horatio: Detective.
Tom: *looks over*
Horatio: Find anything?
Tom: I went through the medicine cabinet. *lifts bag* Diazepam, Carbamazepine, Aspirin, Tylenol and rubbing alcohol. Everything's child sealed.
Horatio: Does the medicine cabinet have a child lock?
Tom: ...No. Is it against the law not to have one?
Horatio: *shakes head* No.
Tom: The only thing I found downstairs was cough medicine, Children's Advil and Benadryl. Again, all child locked. I bagged it.
Horatio: What about detergents and cleaning supplies.
Tom: I collected samples of everything. Are Scott and Lori sick at all?
Horatio: No. Why?
Tom: It means it's probably nothing biological or food-related. At least not in the house.
Horatio: Good thinking. Let's get those samples back to the lab and have a nurse get some blood from Stephanie as well.
Tom: They didn't get a match on the knowns?
Horatio: No. So we have some work ahead of us.
Hospital, ICU
Nurse: *opens kit*
Tom: *crosses arms*
Scott: *kisses Steph's hand*
Tom: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *staring at Steph*
Tom: ...*looks around* ...*places hand on Scott's shoulder*
Scott: *lifts eyes*
TBC.................................