We Never Close
FBI, 3 am
Katie: Hey Johnson! Get that map back up on the main board. Max I want copies of the port's client records. You! Intern-looking person. Get Washington on the phone and tell them we have a hostage situation. And what the hell is wrong with this coffee? Did you blow it out the horse's ass?
Intern: Sorry ma'am.
Katie: It's okay, just get me another coffee.
Intern: Yes ma'am. *runs away*
Speed: *walks over* Hey.
Katie: They let you in here?
Speed: Funny.
Katie: *flipping through binder* Have you seen the head of Crime Prevention? I needed to talk to him. *walks over to giant oval table*
Speed: *follows* No, I haven't seen him.
Katie: *dials phone* Mhm. Excuse me.
Speed: I-
Katie: *raises finger*
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Yeah get me the head of Crime Prevention....Does it sound like I'm having a good evening? You get paid to transfer calls not give the staff therapy.
Speed: *grabs phone* We need to talk.
Katie: That was an important phone call.
Yelling heard through phone
Speed: *looks down at phone*
Katie: *grabs at phone*
Speed: *pulls away* She's busy. *hangs up phone*
Katie: That was rude, and very insubordinate.
Speed: I don't work for you.
Katie: *rolls eyes* What do you want?
Speed: I want you to relax for five minutes.
Katie: I can't, I'm busy.
Speed: *takes coffee away* That stuff will rot your stomach out.
Katie: I'm aware of that. You know what else it does? It keeps me awake.
Speed: Everyone has the case under control. You need sleep.
Katie: *walks over to computer monitor* I need to keep working.
Speed: *follows, turns off computer screen* Go home.
Katie: What about Lori?
Speed: When they find her, they'll call you.
Katie: *places hands on hips*
Intern: *walks over* Madam Director you have a phone call.
Katie: *takes cell phone*
Speed: *sigh*
Katie: Yes? ...Put it through. *covers phone* I need a computer, and someone to trace this call.
Intern: Yes ma'am. *runs*
Speed: Who is it?
Katie: *walks over to computer* Slim Jim.
Tech: *typing* The call's coming from Miami.
Katie: *on phone* What do you want?
Speakers
Voice: I want twenty million dollars delivered to a secluded location.
Katie: And what do I get in return?
Voice: The child.
Katie: Don't you think she's worth more than twenty million?
Speed: *frowns*
Voice: How much are you offering?
Katie: Thirty million.
Voice: Not enough.
Katie: It's more than you were requesting.
Voice: You have more.
Katie: Fifty million, no higher.
Voice: Agreed.
Katie: Where do you want to meet?
Voice: The Miami Dade Crime Lab.
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *sits in chair* Trace it.
Tech: I'm trying.
Speed: Try faster.
Tech: *looks at Speed*
Speed: Do it.
Tech: *types*
Tech2: We lost him, he hung up.
Katie: Damnit. *closes phone* You got a location?
Tech: Cutler Ridge.
Speed: That's a big area, can you narrow it down?
Tech: Baymont Hotel.
Speed: What, outisde, inside, what?
Tech: Looks like he was on the road. Maybe in a stationary vehicle.
Katie: Let's head out.
Intern: You're not going to get him the money?
Katie: I don't negotiate.
Speed: Come on.
Katie: *walks away*
Speed: *leaves*
Baymont Hotel, unmarked cars drive up, along with PD Hummer
Katie: *gets out of vehicle, gun in hand*
Speed: You see the vehicle?
Katie: Yeah that dark green truck.
Speed: Looks like there's someone in there.
Katie: Yeah. We've got the green light.
Speed: After you.
Katie: *runs up to truck* FBI!
Speed: Miami Dade Police!
Katie: *opens truck door, looks down*
Speed: *lowers gun*
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: We found 'Slim Jim' alright.
Speed: Someone else found him first.
Katie: Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
Speed: Looks pretty messy, the shooter wasn't experienced.
Katie: There's blood on the passenger seat.
Speed: Along with a pair of handcuffs.
Katie: Lori was in this vehicle.
Speed: *looks around*
Katie: What are you thinking?
Speed: I think she got out of them.
Katie: Explains the blood, they would have scratched her.
Speed: *looks across street* ...I'll give you one guess who shot our kidnapper here.
Katie: *looks over* Lori?
Speed: *walks across street*
Katie: *follows*
Lori sitting in bushes, holding a gun.
Speed: *kneels, holsters gun* Lori?
Lori: *looks up*
Speed: You okay?
Lori: *drops gun, hugs Speed*
Speed: *picks up Lori*
Katie: Is she okay?
Speed: She just murdered someone.
Katie: Smart kid.
Speed: Yeah.
Lori: *crying* I wanna go home.
Speed: I know.
Katie: Victim's Services will want to process her for evidence.
Speed: No.
Katie: ...No?
Speed: She's been through enough. We can use the evidence in the truck.
Katie: Okay.
Speed: She's tired, I'm going to take her home.
Katie: I have to finish the investigation.
Speed: Not tonight you don't.
Katie: It's actually the morning.
Speed: *frowns* I know what time it is.
Katie: I can't just...Leave.
Speed: Yes you can.
Katie: *sigh* Fine.
Speed: Good.
Katie: You want me to take Lori?
Speed: Actually I think she's asleep.
Katie: Okay let's just go home and deal with this later.
Speed: ...As in both of us?
Katie: No you can sleep on the front lawn.
Speed: Ha. Ha.
Katie: *smiles*
TBC...........
FBI, 3 am
Katie: Hey Johnson! Get that map back up on the main board. Max I want copies of the port's client records. You! Intern-looking person. Get Washington on the phone and tell them we have a hostage situation. And what the hell is wrong with this coffee? Did you blow it out the horse's ass?
Intern: Sorry ma'am.
Katie: It's okay, just get me another coffee.
Intern: Yes ma'am. *runs away*
Speed: *walks over* Hey.
Katie: They let you in here?
Speed: Funny.
Katie: *flipping through binder* Have you seen the head of Crime Prevention? I needed to talk to him. *walks over to giant oval table*
Speed: *follows* No, I haven't seen him.
Katie: *dials phone* Mhm. Excuse me.
Speed: I-
Katie: *raises finger*
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Yeah get me the head of Crime Prevention....Does it sound like I'm having a good evening? You get paid to transfer calls not give the staff therapy.
Speed: *grabs phone* We need to talk.
Katie: That was an important phone call.
Yelling heard through phone
Speed: *looks down at phone*
Katie: *grabs at phone*
Speed: *pulls away* She's busy. *hangs up phone*
Katie: That was rude, and very insubordinate.
Speed: I don't work for you.
Katie: *rolls eyes* What do you want?
Speed: I want you to relax for five minutes.
Katie: I can't, I'm busy.
Speed: *takes coffee away* That stuff will rot your stomach out.
Katie: I'm aware of that. You know what else it does? It keeps me awake.
Speed: Everyone has the case under control. You need sleep.
Katie: *walks over to computer monitor* I need to keep working.
Speed: *follows, turns off computer screen* Go home.
Katie: What about Lori?
Speed: When they find her, they'll call you.
Katie: *places hands on hips*
Intern: *walks over* Madam Director you have a phone call.
Katie: *takes cell phone*
Speed: *sigh*
Katie: Yes? ...Put it through. *covers phone* I need a computer, and someone to trace this call.
Intern: Yes ma'am. *runs*
Speed: Who is it?
Katie: *walks over to computer* Slim Jim.
Tech: *typing* The call's coming from Miami.
Katie: *on phone* What do you want?
Speakers
Voice: I want twenty million dollars delivered to a secluded location.
Katie: And what do I get in return?
Voice: The child.
Katie: Don't you think she's worth more than twenty million?
Speed: *frowns*
Voice: How much are you offering?
Katie: Thirty million.
Voice: Not enough.
Katie: It's more than you were requesting.
Voice: You have more.
Katie: Fifty million, no higher.
Voice: Agreed.
Katie: Where do you want to meet?
Voice: The Miami Dade Crime Lab.
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *sits in chair* Trace it.
Tech: I'm trying.
Speed: Try faster.
Tech: *looks at Speed*
Speed: Do it.
Tech: *types*
Tech2: We lost him, he hung up.
Katie: Damnit. *closes phone* You got a location?
Tech: Cutler Ridge.
Speed: That's a big area, can you narrow it down?
Tech: Baymont Hotel.
Speed: What, outisde, inside, what?
Tech: Looks like he was on the road. Maybe in a stationary vehicle.
Katie: Let's head out.
Intern: You're not going to get him the money?
Katie: I don't negotiate.
Speed: Come on.
Katie: *walks away*
Speed: *leaves*
Baymont Hotel, unmarked cars drive up, along with PD Hummer
Katie: *gets out of vehicle, gun in hand*
Speed: You see the vehicle?
Katie: Yeah that dark green truck.
Speed: Looks like there's someone in there.
Katie: Yeah. We've got the green light.
Speed: After you.
Katie: *runs up to truck* FBI!
Speed: Miami Dade Police!
Katie: *opens truck door, looks down*
Speed: *lowers gun*
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: We found 'Slim Jim' alright.
Speed: Someone else found him first.
Katie: Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
Speed: Looks pretty messy, the shooter wasn't experienced.
Katie: There's blood on the passenger seat.
Speed: Along with a pair of handcuffs.
Katie: Lori was in this vehicle.
Speed: *looks around*
Katie: What are you thinking?
Speed: I think she got out of them.
Katie: Explains the blood, they would have scratched her.
Speed: *looks across street* ...I'll give you one guess who shot our kidnapper here.
Katie: *looks over* Lori?
Speed: *walks across street*
Katie: *follows*
Lori sitting in bushes, holding a gun.
Speed: *kneels, holsters gun* Lori?
Lori: *looks up*
Speed: You okay?
Lori: *drops gun, hugs Speed*
Speed: *picks up Lori*
Katie: Is she okay?
Speed: She just murdered someone.
Katie: Smart kid.
Speed: Yeah.
Lori: *crying* I wanna go home.
Speed: I know.
Katie: Victim's Services will want to process her for evidence.
Speed: No.
Katie: ...No?
Speed: She's been through enough. We can use the evidence in the truck.
Katie: Okay.
Speed: She's tired, I'm going to take her home.
Katie: I have to finish the investigation.
Speed: Not tonight you don't.
Katie: It's actually the morning.
Speed: *frowns* I know what time it is.
Katie: I can't just...Leave.
Speed: Yes you can.
Katie: *sigh* Fine.
Speed: Good.
Katie: You want me to take Lori?
Speed: Actually I think she's asleep.
Katie: Okay let's just go home and deal with this later.
Speed: ...As in both of us?
Katie: No you can sleep on the front lawn.
Speed: Ha. Ha.
Katie: *smiles*
TBC...........