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

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Hospital, delivery room

Lori: *screaming*

Scott: It's incredibly fascinating what the human body can go through.

Lori: *grabs Scott's collar* I'M gonna put you through something FASCINATING if you don't SHUT THE HELL UP!

Scott: You know, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

Lori: ERGH!

Scott: Noted.

Lori: I WISH I'D NEVER MET YOU! GO DIE IN A DITCH!

Scott: You're almost there, Lori. A few more pushes.

Lori: *grabs Scott by the hair, screams*

Scott: *winces* Hey is this what you were like before I met you? I keep hearing stories but this is the closest I've come to seeing this supposed side of you.

Lori: RIP IT OUT! RIP IT OUT! I'M FINISHED HELPING!

Doctor: Unfortunately we don't do it that way unless we have to.

Lori: UGH! SCOTT! PAY THIS KID TO GET OUT!

Scott: I don't think throwing money at your uterus will help this along.

Lori: *punches Scott in the chest*

Scott: *coughs*

Doctor: One more ought to do it, Lori.

Lori: *swings fist*

Scott: *grabs Lori's wrist* I think he means push.

Lori: ARGH!

Doctor: One more!

Lori: YOU ALREADY SAID THAT!

Doctor: I was a bit off.

Lori: *kicks Doctor in the face*

Doctor: AH! *holds face*

Nurse: *runs over*

Scott: Lori, the man's trying to help.

Lori: *screams*

Doctor: *holding nose* And here we are!

Nurse: *takes baby*

Doctor: Congratulations, we're all still alive!

Lori: *lies back on bed*

Baby starts to cry

Doctor: Someone get me a tissue.

Scott: I know, isn't he beautiful?

Doctor: No, I'm having a nosebleed.

Lori: Someone tie the tubes, that's it for me.

Scott: *grabs cloth, wipes Lori's forehead*

Lori: *sigh* I did my share, he's yours now.

Scott: *smiles*

Hospital room, 1 hour later

Lori: *staring down, holding baby*

Scott: *places Steph on lap*

Steph: He's so teeny, Momma.

Lori: Didn't seem that way a little while ago.

Steph: What's his name?

Scott: Dominick.

Steph: He doesn't look like a Dominick.

Scott: I'm sure he'll grow into it.

Lori: *smiles, places hand on Scott's cheek* I love you.

Scott: Oh good, I was starting to doubt that about an hour ago.

Steph: When can we go home?

Lori: Let Mommy rest first.

Steph: *nods* Can I go finish ma book?

Scott: You started another one?

Steph: Yup.

Scott: Okay. *picks up Steph* Stay in the room though.

Steph: 'Kay.

2 minutes later

Lori: *places thumb on baby's cheek*

Scott: *sits*

Lori: Sorry I punched you.

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: *smirks*

Condo, kitchen, 8am

Speed: *leaning over counter, places head onto arm*

Katie: *walks in* LORI HAD A BABY!

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: Oh gee, are you okay? *runs over*

Speed: Motorcycles are stupid.

Katie: *smirks* Well yeah, especially if you drive them off a bridge.

Speed: *stands straight*

Katie: Why don't I make you some breakfast.

Speed: You can't cook.

Katie: Neither can you.

Speed: *tilts head*

Katie: It'll be an adventure.

Speed: I'm not really up for one.

Katie: Too bad. Sit.

Speed: *limps over to table, sits*

Empire State Building, hallway, 11am

Scott: *walking*

Bob: *runs over* Congrats.

Scott: *smiles* Thank you.

Bob: I thought I told you not to come in. What are you doing here?

Scott: Working.

Bob: You guys just had a baby and you go to the office the next day? A thousand miles away?

Scott: Things need to get done. Besides, both of them have to stay at the hospital today for observation which means both will probably be asleep most of the day.

Bob: First on the docket. The guys are planning a birthday thing for you.

Scott: *lifts brow* My birthday's not for a month.

Bob: Exactly. Consider yourself warned.

Scott: What else?

Bob: Uh well there's a uh...Henry Finch in your office.

Scott: *looks at Bob* Excuse me?

Bob: Your dad dropped in.

Scott: He's supposed to be in prison serving a life sentence.

Bob: Apparently he has a very good lawyer and a biased parole board. Says he wants to talk to you.

Scott: Of course he does. *walks away*

Large office

Scott: *walks in*

Henry: *sitting at desk, lifts head* Ah! Scotty! *smiles*

Scott: *shuts door*

Henry: *stands* So good to see you, son! I just knew you'd make it to the top someday.

Scott: Most people aren't allowed in my office without an invite.

Henry: I want you to drop the charges against your mother. You own mother, Scotty. How could you do such a thing?

Scott: She endangered my child.

Henry: *laughs* The child of a whore. She'll probably end up on the streets like her mother anyhow, why prolong the inevitable?

Scott: *stares at Henry*

Henry: Now, I've made a few calls to the DA and he's willing to hear you out.

Scott: *shakes head*

Henry: We can put this all behind us.

Scott: I don't think so.

Henry: *walks over to liquor cabinet, picks up glass*

Scott: It's not up to me anymore.

Henry: *pours alcohol* Recanting can go a long way. *sips drink*

Scott: And what kind of father would that make me if I did that?

Henry: *laughs* Scotty, you don't know what it means to be a father. You're young yet.

Scott: And I suppose you're the shining example of what I should be.

Henry: Yes I am. Look at you. You're the CEO of an international company making billions of dollars a year. That would never have happened if you hadn't learned from your old man.

Scott: *crosses arms*

Henry: Oh that reminds me. I was thinking of retiring in Fiji with your mother once she gets out of prison. We'll need a down payment on a property.

Scott: And let me guess, you want me to provide that down payment.

Henry: Of course. You're my son, you do what your father says. I think 10 million should cover it.

Scott: I think not.

Henry: Great, we'll negotiate over lunch.

Bob: *walks in* Sorry to interrupt, I have that branch report from Houston.

Scott: *grabs folder, opens it*

Henry: *looks down at glass* Scotty, this is whiskey. *lifts head* You're not a whiskey drinker, you're a brandy man.

Scott: *staring at folder*

Bob: *looks at Henry*

Henry: Tell me something, do all of your employees dress like they're in a Third World country? You need to crack the whip around here.

Bob: *frowns*

Scott: There's a dress code in place and everyone follows it.

Henry: *looks Bob up and down* Clearly it needs to be ammended.

Scott: You know, people can hear you when you speak.

Henry: Oh I'm sorry, do you speak English? I thought you were an immigrant.

Bob: *opens mouth*

Scott: Why don't you head downstairs, sir. I'll meet you for lunch.

Henry: I'm not eating at that restaurant downstairs. It's far too hokey.

Scott: I have a meeting after lunch so I'm not driving all over Manhattan.

Henry: Alright, I suppose I can lower my standards for a good half hour. *laughs* That's what I used to tell the escorts. Always go a step above street trash, Scotty. It's worth the money. *walks away*

Scott: *stares blankly*

Bob: I can have one of our cars drop him off in Mexico. You'll never see him again.

Scott: *shakes head* He'd find a way to slither back.

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

 

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Heartland Brewery Empire State Building

Scott: *leans back in booth*

Henry: A boy, huh. Well...I suppose there are plenty ways to assure he turns out the way I wanted you to. Don't get me wrong, you're sucessful but along the way you *laughs* actually started caring about the people you were supposed to climb over to get to the top. It wasted many years, Scotty. Let's hope your son doesn't make the same mistake.

Scott: I hope he does. I want him to care about people.

Henry: All this money, all this status and you're still naive enough to think holding the door for old ladies and giving away your cabs to those without umbrellas has contributed to your success.

Scott: It has nothing to do with success. It has everything to do with being a decent human being, something you seem to have a problem with.

Henry: I'm plenty decent.

Scott: *laughs* Okay. I grew up taking care of my alcoholic mother because you were out screwing hookers and making backdoor deals with mobsters to keep your seat as a judge. How decent of you. Oh and let's not forget-

Henry: That's completely out of proportion Scotty, I-

Scott: -Let's not forget my FAS little sister that you could give two shits about, that you let starve to death because you both were so enamored with your own lives to care about hers.

Henry: That's enough, y-

Scott: And how about the time you left me for 3 days at a New Jersey train station because you met an old colleague and forgot that you brought your own son with you, and lest we forget the honorable mention of you murdering someone, so-

Henry: Stop this, Scott, you don't know what you're talking ab-

Scott: -DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT HUMAN DECENCY, YOU SELFISH BASTARD!

Everyone looks at Scott

Henry: *stares at Scott*

Scott: How dare you criticize the way I raise my children when you, yourself couldn't be bothered when I was a child!

Henry: I taught you a lot.

Scott: How not to be a parent and husband is the only thing you ever taught me and I'm ashamed to be called your son. It absolutely disgusts me to have seen what you've done to people to further your own agendas!

Henry: Your mother and I brought you into this world. That's enough to ensure your loyalty to us.

Scott: You're not listening to me. I don't owe you a thing.

Henry: You're too tense, Scotty. One of those 'massage' places in South America could help you with that.

Scott: *jumps across table, grabs Henry by the collar*

Henry: HEY!

Scott: YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! *punches Henry in the face*

Bob: *runs over* Whoa, Scotty! *grabs Scott*

People look over

Scott: *punching Henry*

Henry: GET HIM OFF OF ME!

Bob: *pulling Scott* LET HIM GO!

Scott: *shoves Henry*

Henry: *falls against wall*

Bob: *places hand on Scott's chest* He's not worth another punch. Let's just get out of here.

Henry: I'd better not see your face at my property anytime soon!

Scott: GREAT! I hope I never see yours AGAIN! You piece of shit!

Henry: *walks away*

Bob: Let's take a walk, Finch.

Outside, street

Scott: *rolls up sleeves* I should have busted his face in.

Bob: It's not really something we want to see on the front page of the newspapers, Scotty. International CEO beats up own father, former judge.

Scott: I don't care what the newspapers say.

Bob: Still, we're going to have to do some damage control.

Scott: Tell me something, what was your dad like?

Bob: He was pretty cool. A bit of a baseball nut but otherwise sane.

Scott: Good, so not all of them are smarmy insects.

Bob: Definitely not.

Biscayne Park, house, 1pm

Steph: *climbs onto Tom's back* Over THERE Tommy!

Tom: *wraps arms under Steph's legs* Okay, here we go! Choo choo piggyback entering the kitchen station.

Steph: *giggles*

Tom: *lowers Steph into chair*

Steph: *grabs cup*

Anni: *pours juice* Ready for your alphabet soup and sandwhich? Just like in the real restaurants?

Steph: *smiling, nods*

Anni: Perfect.

Tom: *sits at table*

Brook: *reaches for food* DA!

Tom: Patience isn't your virtue. *places plate onto high chair*

Brook: *slams hands into mush, shoves it into mouth*

Anni: *puts bowl on table*

Steph: *grabs spoon*

Anni: *sits*

Steph: I gots a little brother now, Tommy.

Tom: I heard.

Steph: He's real tiny, too. I'm gonna haveta make sure he don't get hurt.

Tom: I guess that's what it means to be a big sister, right?

Steph: *nods*

Tom: You know, I'm a big brother.

Steph: You are?

Tom: Yep. I have 4 younger sisters. And a big brother.

Steph: That's lots.

Tom: It sure is.

Steph: How come they aren't around?

Tom: They're...sick. Just like your mom was. *looks at Anni*

Anni: *stares at Tom*

Steph: Momma got better. They can too. *eats soup*

Tom: *smiles*

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

 

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New Jersey, grocery store, 2 days later

Tom: *walks up to counter, leans on it*

Woman: *lifts eyes* What.

Tom: *looks out window* I'm looking for Cassandra Carter. Does she still work here? She'd be about 25.

Woman: Who wants to know?

Tom: *slides badge across counter*

Woman: *looks at badge* You from out of town?

Tom: Miami-Dade PD.

Woman: This is Jersey, honey.

Tom: I'd like to speak to her.

Woman: Got a warrant?

Tom: I don't need a warrant to know what you're peddling in your warehouse but since I'm so good at looking the other way, it won't be too much trouble to produce the girl I'm looking for so we can talk. She's not in trouble, at least not in Miami.

Woman: I'll be right back. *stands, walks away*

Tom: Thank you. *grabs badge, places shades on counter*

5 minutes later

Cassie: *steps over, pushes hair behind ears* ...Yes?

Tom: *looks at Cassie, smirks* Cece.

Cassie: *wide-eyed* ...TOM?! Oh my God! Is...is that really you?

Tom: *nods*

Cassie: *smiles* Oh wow! *grabs Tom, hugs him*

Tom: *wraps arms around Cassie*

Cassie: What the hell are you doing here?

Tom: *lets go* I came to see you.

Cassie: *places hand on Tom's cheek* You look really great, Tom. Big change from the last time we spoke. *grabs Tom's hair* Is this really yours?

Tom: *takes Cassie's arm* It's definitely been a while...*looks at Cassie's arm*

Cassie: *pulls arm away* I wasn't expecting to see you. I didn't really have time to put on makeup or...

Tom: Take another hit?

Cassie: I've been clean for a week.

Tom: Yeah you sure look clean. And by that I mean you don't.

Cassie: Not now, Tom. C'mon, can't I see my big brother without all the history?

Tom: *nods* I came by to see if you um...were interested in attending a wedding.

Cassie: Whose?

Tom: ...Mine.

Cassie: *smiles* No way. Confirmed bachelor Tom Carter, getting hitched? What's this world coming to?

Tom: I'd like some family to be there.

Cassie: *smiling* And just because I'm your favourite sister, you thought you'd ask me.

Tom: Would you come with me to Miami?

Cassie: *smile fades* ...Miami. Right. You work there now. Listen, I don't think I'll be able to take the time off work.

Tom: It would mean a lot to me.

Cassie: Unfortunately, it wouldn't mean a lot to my boss. Besides, I have to work 40 hours a week just to keep my 1-bedroom apartment. I can't miss out on more than a day, let alone a few in Miami.

Tom: I can help you out with that.

Cassie: No. No, I swore that I would support myself. I didn't want Jeff's help and I still don't want yours.

Tom: You mean support your habit.

Cassie: *stares at Tom* Yeah. I'm a speed freak, there. I said it. And just because you're a cop, it doesn't make you better than I am. You were ten times the user.

Tom: I'm not here to judge you. But if you want help, I'm here for you.

Cassie: Just like you were here for me when I was 16? When you left me with Dad and his friends? *shakes head* We needed you, Tom. We were just kids, we couldn't fend him off on our own.

Tom: *lowers head* ...I needed out, Cece.

Cassie: So did we.

Tom: *nods*

Cassie: I'm not blaming you for what he did. Hell, he did the same things to you too. All I'm saying is...9 years is a long time not to pick up a phone.

Tom: I know. I really am sorry for that. My life wasn't exactly lillies and rainbows after I left, either.

Cassie: ...I heard about Jaime.

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Cassie: And Colombia. Must have been...impossible to stay clean down there.

Tom: I was weak.

Cassie: *smirks* That makes two of us.

Tom: *sighs, wraps arm around Cassie*

Cassie: *lies head on Tom's chest*

Tom: ...How's everyone else?

Cassie: Alice's working at a salon in Arizona, Kady's travelling all over with a bunch of gypsy wannabes, Marie's still cleaning houses and Jeff's working his way up to owning his own airline. And well, you know me. Still stuck in this stinking pile.

Tom: Is the old house still around?

Cassie: ...Yeah. I haven't gone back since I left, though. Dad's still a veggie upstate. Bastard's lingering.

Tom: Well if the state wants to waste money on him, that's their problem.

Cassie: *sigh* ...So this woman you're marrying...is she nice?

Tom: You'll meet her when you fly back down with me.

Cassie: *lets go* I already told you I can't. *crosses arms* ...I won't have what I need there.

Tom: Cece, let me help you.

Cassie: *shakes head* ...I'll just come back. I always do.

Tom: You can stay in Miami.

Cassie: *laughs nervously* And do what? Bag groceries there?

Tom: There are lots of options.

Cassie: *closes eyes* ...I'll only come to the wedding if you promise to get me what I need.

Tom: ...Okay.

Cassie: Then I guess I have a manager to piss off.

APL Manhattan Miami, 6pm

Scott: *hangs up phone*

Tom: *knocks on wall*

Scott: *lifts head*

Tom: Can we talk?

Scott: Sure. What's up?

Tom: *walks in, waves arm*

Cassie: *steps over*

Scott: *looks at Cassie*

Tom: Scott, this is my sister, Cassandra.

Scott: *stands, extends hand*

Cassie: *leans over, grabs Scott's hand*

Scott: It's nice to meet you.

Cassie: *steps back*

Tom: She's here for the wedding...I don't feel right about putting her up in a hotel, she doesn't know anyone here.

Scott: *nods* My guest house is her guest house. I'm sure Lori won't mind.

Cassie: ...I don't want to intrude.

Scott: It's no intrusion. We'd be happy to help out.

Tom: I'll meet you downstairs, Cece.

Cassie: *nods, leaves*

Scott: Nice girl.

Tom: There's something you should know about her, Scotty.

Scott: Okay.

Tom: She has some problems.

Scott: *nods slowly* Drugs.

Tom: I'm hoping to get her some help while she's here. She won't bother you and Lori, I promise.

Scott: And she won't be doing anything illegal in my guest house?

Tom: I'll stay with her. Besides, I'm not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, right?

Scott: *stares at Tom*

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

 

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Gables Estates, guest house, 9pm

Cassie: You told me you'd get me what I needed.

Tom: I want to get you into treatment. That's what you need.

Cassie: *grabs Tom, shoves him into wall* WHERE'S YOUR WALLET!

Tom: I'm not giving you money, Cece.

Cassie: Then how about I ask your rich friends next door? *grabs Tom's gun*

Tom: NO!

Cassie: *runs*

Tom: *wraps arms around Cassie, drags her backwards*

Cassie: *screams, fires wildly*

Bullets shatter through windows

Tom: *yanks Cassie back*

Cassie: *throws gun, elbows Tom in the gut*

Tom: UGH! *falls over, drags Cassie to the floor*

Scott: *runs in*

Cassie: *shoves Tom, stands, runs*

Tom: CASS! *stands*

Scott: What the hell's going on?

Tom: *throws hands up in the air* Great. Well this was a brilliant idea.

Scott: *looks around* Are those bullet holes?

Tom: C'mon Scotty, we have a manhunt on our hands.

Scott: Uh, no I don't.

Tom: You'd do the same for Lori.

Scott: *sigh*

Car, road

Tom: Do you see her anywhere?

Scott: No.

Tom: She couldn't have gone far.

Scott: Maybe she took a bus.

Tom: I should have just gotten her the drugs.

Scott: *looks at Tom* Why?

Tom: At least then I would have been able to monitor the doses until I could get her help.

Scott: What if she doesn't want help?

Tom: I didn't want help.

Scott: Some part of you did, otherwise you wouldn't be where you are today.

Tom: How Lifetime of you.

Scott: Hey, is that her up there with those cops?

Tom: *sigh* Damnit. *pulls car over*

Outside, street

Cop: *slaps cuffs onto Cassie*

Tom: *walks over* What's going on?

Cop: Caught her buying crack in the alley.

Tom: *looks at Cassie*

Cassie: *lowers head*

Tom: I'll take care of it.

Cop: Excuse me?

Tom: I got this one. *lifts badge*

Cop: I need to detain her.

Tom: Take a hike.

Cop: *takes off cuffs*

Cop car drives off

Cassie: *staring at ground*

Tom: Come on, let's head back. *takes Cassie's arm*

Inside car, road

Cassie: *pulls out lighter and spoon*

Tom: *looks in rearview mirror* You can't wait 10 minutes?

Cassie: Shut up.

Tom: *looks ahead*

Guest House

Cassie: *flops onto couch*

Tom: *stares at Cassie*

Cassie: *opens bottle of alcohol*

Scott: I'll see you tomorrow.

Tom: *nods*

Scott: *walks away*

Tom: *sits on couch*

Cassie: *drinks from bottle, turns on television*

Tom: *takes bottle*

Cassie: *frowns*

Tom: I love you, Cece.

Cassie: Uh huh. *staring at television*

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