Dear Jess,
Wait for the next chapter you banana.
Love,
speed_cochrane. :lol:
*hugs Jess*
Anni, I'm glad you're a CSI too. I mean, you get Eric and you in a room and things might go haywire.
(Of course Eric is normally more professional on a case...Hee.)
Missy, you're going to be in the Bank case, so stay tuned! Carole, I'm glad you liked the chapters.
Jaci, YAY I cheered you up.
You're The Only One That Leaves Me Completely Breathless
Lab, 10 am, Layout room
Carly: *walks in* Hey how's the case going?
JC: I served the warrant this morning for Patricia's apartment. Here are the photographs.
Carly: Where'd you send everything else?
JC: DNA lab. I found blood on a few objects.
Carly: Okay so tell me about the photos.
JC: Right here is the bathroom.
Carly: You swab for blood?
JC: Yeah but it's not like it'll help.
Carly: Why?
JC: Three girls sharing one bathroom? I don't mean to be blunt but finding blood in there isn't exactly the weirdest thing on the planet.
Carly: Okay tell me about the floors.
JC: They're tiled.
Carly: You compare it with the subcutaneous bruises?
JC: Yeah. They're a match.
Carly: So she fell in the bathroom, hitting her cheek on the floor first and...Then what?
JC: I found the toilet seat up.
Carly: Alright so that doesn't add up in a home full of girls.
JC: I'm thinking there was a man there.
Carly: Good. I want you to bring those girls into interview rooms A and B, and we'll question them.
JC: I tried you on your cell last night. I got your voice mail, what was up with that?
Carly: Um...I was out.
JC: Out? Everyone else was out at a club. I was going to invite you but you didn't pick up.
Carly: I was out having dinner.
JC: With who?
Carly: ...Speed.
JC: You go girl.
Carly: *rolls eyes* Good lord.
JC: Well was it fun?
Carly: What do you mean?
JC: I'm not talking about the dinner. *winks*
Carly: Nothing happened. He drove me back to the Humma, and he was a complete gentlemen.
JC: Did he join you in the boat?
Carly: No.
JC: Did he at least kiss you?
Carly: No.
JC: Wow you haven't been on many dates.
Carly: We agreed to take things slow.
JC: You know, there is nothing wrong with inviting him over for coffee.
Carly: Get those girls into interrogation. *leaves*
JC: *salutes*
Ballistics
Missy: Hey I heard you guys needed a hand.
Calleigh: *smiles* Sure do. Would you take apart this gun please?
Missy: Me? Take apart a gun?
Calleigh: It's easy.
Missy: Where's Eric?
Delko: *walks over* Boo.
Missy: *screams*
Delko: *laughs* She's getting soft.
Calleigh: *laughs*
Missy: *slaps Delko* Not funny.
Delko: So I spoke to the security guard at the hospital. He doesn't remember the shooting.
Calleigh: Well that's convenient.
Delko: Yeah no kidding. I collected his service pistol from the bank.
Calleigh: *takes gun* I'll test it.
Missy: You want us to...Cover our ears or something?
Calleigh: Yeah. *cocks gun*
Delko: *covers ears*
Calleigh: *pulls trigger*
Click
Calleigh: *looks down at gun*
Delko: *lifts brow*
Calleigh: *cocks gun*
Missy: *watches*
Calleigh: *pulls trigger*
Click
Calleigh: *puts down gun*
Delko: It doesn't work?
Calleigh: *sigh* More paperwork for me.
Missy: What's wrong with it?
Calleigh: There are multiple reasons why a gun won't fire. Defect in the weapon, bad amunition, poor gun maintenance, the list goes on.
Delko: Okay so he probably pulled out his weapon, and then nothing happened when he tried to shoot.
Calleigh: He's lucky to be alive.
PD
Tripp: Hey Horatio, I've got someone you need to see.
Horatio: *takes off shades* Okay.
Tripp: *nods*
Girl: *walks over*
Horatio: *tilts head*
Tripp: I'll leave you two alone. *walks away*
Horatio: I understand you needed to see me.
Girl: My name's Kitty, I'm working patrol right now.
Horatio: Alright, have a seat.
Kitty: *sits*
Horatio: What brings you down to homicide?
Kitty: I applied for a position here last month and I got a call from Detective Salas telling me to come down here.
Horatio: So you want to be a field investigator.
Kitty: That's what the proposal says.
Horatio: Okay. You do realize that this is a competitive field and that most entrants don't make it past the second step in an investigation.
Kitty: Second step?
Horatio: Autopsy.
Kitty: I worked as a Medical Examiner's assistant for three months back in Chicago.
Horatio: Interesting. So what brings you down to Miami?
Kitty: I've always loved the city.
Horatio: How long have you been with patrol?
Kitty: Almost a year.
Horatio: So how have they treated you down there?
Kitty: Lieutenant you know how it is when a female decides to be a cop.
Horatio: Well I can tell you right now, conditions here are slightly different.
Kitty: How?
Horatio: Women officers are treated the same as male officers. I can give you the number of one of our lead investigators. Her name's Calleigh Duquesne.
Kitty: So does that mean I'm hired?
Horatio: Well for right now, you're just a trainee.
Kitty: I can deal with that.
Horatio: If you have any problems with anyone, you come talk to me or miss Duquesne.
Kitty: Will do, Lieutenant.
Horatio: Okay. I'll get you some paperwork.
Kitty: *smiles* Great.
Trace Lab
Anni: Hey I sent Carole down to DNA. She's working your case.
Speed: *writing things down* Good.
Anni: What's up with the dress shirt?
Speed: *looks up* What are you talking about?
Anni: It's..Dressy.
Speed: Yeah that's why it's called a dress shirt.
Anni: But it's...White.
Speed: So?
Anni: And your hair is gelled and spikey and...Stuff.
Speed: *lifts brow*
Anni: Oh nevermind. So what did you find on that gun Calleigh sent you this morning?
Speed: Gun cleaning oil.
Anni: ...Okay that's weird.
Speed: Why?
Anni: It wasn't working.
Speed: Why do you always assume because a gun doesn't work that it's automatically dirty?
Anni: Because it's usually the reason.
Speed: Well in this case it wasn't. The gun was cleaned recently.
Anni: Are you sure?
Speed: *frowns* I know what a clean gun looks like.
Anni: How?
Speed: Well the fact that it was, oh I don't know, clean.
Anni: Are you sure?
Speed: *angry sigh*
Carly: *walks in* Is she bothering you?
Speed: She was just leaving.
Anni: I was?
Speed: Yeah.
Anni: Damn you Speedle. *walks away*
Carly: *smiles*
Speed: *smirks*
Carly: So the tile on the bathroom floor matches the subcu. bruises on the vic.
Speed: Great.
Carly: JC and Tripp are in interrogation now.
Speed: You going to join them?
Carly: Oh and I can't stay here?
Speed: *smiles* You should get down there.
Carly: *laughs* You're kicking me out too?
Speed: *walks over to Carly* Yeah.
Carly: *smiling* Oh you're so mean.
Speed: *tilts head* It's true.
Carly: *laughs* Alright I'm gone.
Speed: Good.
Carly: I'll see you later.
Speed: Yeah.
Carly: *leaves*
Speed: *sigh*
TBC.............