Tired Of Being What You Want Me To Be
Miami, 9 am
Anni: Can someone tell me why we're back in Miami?
Carly: Horatio hit someone. We're going to have to hold off on the road trip for a while.
Anni: Ah man I was looking forward to getting back out on the road.
Carly: Yeah me too.
Katie: So why are we just sitting in the lounge doing nothing?
Carly: Because we're hands-off on this case.
Katie: That's not fair.
Carly: Yeah well be glad we don't have to go do anything.
Katie: I like doing things.
Carly: Well...You're just so hard to please.
Katie: *sigh* I know.
Autopsy
Delko: Alright Alexx, you know the drill.
Alexx: Where's Horatio?
Delko: He's in his office moping.
Alexx: Poor thing.
Delko: So what do you have?
Alexx: Thomas Gables, 18 years old.
Delko: Okay, cause of death?
Alexx: Well a combination of injuries led to his death. He has multiple broken bones, starting from the knees up, a large head wound and a crushed pancreas. Not to mention I found fluid in his lungs.
Delko: Fluid? What kind of fluid?
Alexx: *shakes head* I don't know. It was pinkish in color, and it was watery. I sent it off to Trace.
Delko: Was the impact with the Hummerhome the contributing factor in his death?
Alexx: I found a second impact with the back of his head, and there's blood around the wound. The other injuries suggest that he was hit twice, but there was no blood surrounding the wounds. Cause of death was caused by the fluid in his lungs.
Delko: He was dead before the Hummerhome hit him.
Alexx: Looks that way.
Delko: Thanks Alexx. *leaves*
Alexx: No problem.
Horatio's office
Delko: You didn't kill him.
Horatio: *stands* What did Alexx say?
Delko: He was hit before you ran into him.
Horatio: Well that certainly puts me in the clear.
Delko: Yeah. Which means we also have a secondary crime scene.
Horatio: How so?
Delko: Alexx found a pink substance in his lungs. We didn't find anything like that near the scene.
Horatio: Is Calleigh over there?
Delko: Yeah her and Speedle are processing.
Horatio: So who's in Trace?
Delko: ...I'm assuming there's someone there.
Horatio: I'll analyze it.
Delko: You will?
Horatio: Is there a problem with me in the lab?
Delko: No way, but...Are you sure you want to do that? I mean we have new machines and new computer programs. Maybe you should call Speed and he'll have it pr-
Horatio: No, Eric. I'll do it. I'm perfectly capable of processing evidence in my own lab.
Delko: Alright if you say so.
Horatio: Do we still have those light blue lab coats?
Delko: ...Uh no.
Horatio: Really.
Delko: We got rid of those like four years ago.
Horatio: I didn't authorize that.
Delko: Yeah well we had to keep up with the other labs.
Horatio: Well what do we have?
Delko: You can either have the dark green one, or the white one.
Horatio: ...I don't want those ones. I want my lab coats.
Delko: They're gone.
Horatio: Get them back.
Delko: Uh...I think I can find you one or two in storage somewhere.
Horatio: Good.
Delko: *walks away*
Horatio: *puts on shades* No one tells me what to wear in my lab.
Crime Scene
Calleigh: So Eric tells me we have a secondary crime scene.
Speed: *walking down highway* Yeah.
Calleigh: Something about...Pink fluid?
Speed: *looks at Calleigh* Pink?
Calleigh: Yeah. You know what that is?
Speed: Transmission fluid.
Calleigh: How did it get in his lungs?
Speed: Well he probably swallowed it.
Calleigh: *rolls eyes*
Speed: Hey I think I found some.
Calleigh: On the highway?
Speed: ...No in the air. It's magical.
Calleigh: *walks over* If we follow it maybe we can track down our crime scene.
Speed: Yeah.
Down the highway, 15 minutes later
Speed: Hey check it out. There's a car in that ditch over there.
Calleigh: Let's go take a look.
Ditch
Speed: Oh now this is criminal.
Calleigh: What is?
Speed: Someone trashed their 67 Impala. *shakes head* That was a beautiful car.
Calleigh: *smirks* Men and their toys.
Speed: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *opens car door* Well...It's clean on the inside.
Speed: Yeah you don't dirty up a car like this. Someone took care of it.
Calleigh: I thought you always said cars were a bad investment.
Speed: They are. It doesn't mean they're not beautiful. *opens hood*
Calleigh: *walks over* You got something?
Speed: *angry sigh*
Calleigh: What? What is it?
Speed: They replaced the 6 cylinder limited edition turbo engine with a SS 396 engine.
Calleigh: ...So?
Speed: So they put the engine from a '68 camero in a '67 Impala. No wonder this guy was leaking transmission fluid everywhere.
Calleigh: ...Tim it's a car.
Speed: It just pisses me off when people do this to a thing of beauty.
Calleigh: Let it go.
Speed: *sigh*
Calleigh: At least this will help us find him.
Speed: Yeah I guess.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Speed: What.
Calleigh: It's just cute, that's all.
Speed: What's cute?
Calleigh: You.
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: *laughs*
Speed: *looks under hood* Well looks like the transmission's empty so this is our car. *sigh* And that was a good engine too until someone ripped it out.
Calleigh: I hope your son doesn't turn out like you.
Speed: *lifts head, hits it on the hood* OW.
Calleigh: Are you alright?
Speed: *holding head* I'm fine.
Calleigh: *laughs* You need some ice?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: Was it something I said?
Speed: Don't worry about it. *walks over to driver's side door*
Calleigh: I went to the doctor the other day.
Speed: *looking in car* Good for you.
Calleigh: He said the baby's healthy.
Speed: Uh huh. *opens kit*
Calleigh: Tim I want to keep him.
Speed: *looking down at seat*
Calleigh: ...
Speed: *grabs swab*
Calleigh: Are you mad?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: You look mad.
Speed: *swabs seat*
Calleigh: I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I really think I could be a good mother.
Speed: Mhm.
Calleigh: I've always wanted kids.
Speed: Good.
Calleigh: *nods* I don't expect you to be there if you don't want to.
Speed: *reaches into kit*
Calleigh: I really think I could do this on my own.
Speed: *grabs eyedropper*
Calleigh: I won't love him any less.
Speed: *holds up swab* I've got blood.
Calleigh: ...
Speed: Whoever was driving, was also bleeding.
Calleigh: Okay.
Speed: *stands up* I'll get this to DNA.
Calleigh: *nods*
Speed: *walks away*
Calleigh: *looking down at grass* ...Alright.
TBC.............
I Could Swear I Saw You Cry
Trace
Delko: *walks in* Hey you got everything processed?
Horatio: *puts up a finger* In a second.
Delko: *crosses arms*
Horatio: *holds up little cone, dips pipette inside*
Delko: *lifts brow*
Horatio: *shakes little cone*
Delko: *smirks*
Horatio: *puts cone in Mass Spec*
Delko: I-
Horatio: Shh. *presses button*
Delko: ...
Horatio: Alright, what did you need?
Delko: I got a call from Valera. She has the results from the blood that Speed found in the car.
Horatio: Any news?
Delko: Blood belongs to Thomas Gables.
Horatio: Our victim.
Delko: Yeah. It was found in the driver's seat.
Horatio: So he was driving.
Delko: Yeah.
Horatio: They find any evidence of a second person in the car?
Delko: They're still looking.
Computer beeps, page drops out of printer
Delko: That was fast.
Horatio: I am the master of Trace.
Delko: I'm sure Speed will be glad to hear that.
Horatio: *picks up paper* Transmission fluid.
Delko: Yeah Calleigh mentioned something like that over the phone.
Horatio: ...How did they know before I tested it?
Delko: You may be the Trace master but Speed's the car man.
Horatio: Ah, say no more.
Delko: So we basically have nothing but a poorly treated car and a dead driver who mysteriously drowned in transmission fluid. What do we do now?
Horatio: We, keep looking until the evidence leads us to the killer.
Delko: ...No kidding.
Ditch
Calleigh: *shinning flashlight* I found some hair here.
Speed: Collect it.
Calleigh: ...No I'll just leave it here.
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: *sigh* No sense of humor today.
Speed: Well the car looks like it rolled backwards into the ditch.
Calleigh: Someone probably pushed it.
Speed: Yeah but I don't get it. Why would someone kill the driver in the middle of a highway? There had to have been hundreds of witnesses.
Calleigh: People do crazy things in the heat of the moment.
Speed: ...Is that supposed to mean something to me?
Calleigh: *shines flashlight around hood of car*
Speed: ..Cal.
Calleigh: Mhm?
Speed: What do you mean by 'the heat of the moment'?
Calleigh: That's exactly what I meant.
Speed: So you think sleeping with me was a mistake.
Calleigh: You seem to think it was.
Speed: It was. I was married.
Calleigh: Exactly. And now look where we are.
Speed: Look, I can't do anything about it now. If you want to keep the kid, go ahead.
Calleigh: But I suppose you're not going to be a father to him.
Speed: *stares at Calleigh*
Calleigh: You're an ass.
Speed: *looks down at the ground*
Calleigh: ...You know what? I can't look at you right now. *drops kit, walks away*
Speed: Calleigh! Cal! ..*angry sigh* *runs up ditch*
Near Hummer
Calleigh: *opens Hummer door*
Speed: *slams door*
Calleigh: Let go of the door.
Speed: No.
Calleigh: *frowns* Get away from me.
Speed: If I could be there for you, I would. But I have a family and I can't just abandon them.
Calleigh: But you can abandon me?
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: I'm finished playing games with you Tim. I'll do this on my own. I don't need you.
Speed: Fine.
Calleigh: *nods*
Speed: *staring at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *wipes eyes* Well, I'll be back at the lab.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: *opens door*
Speed: *walks away*
Calleigh: *turns key, drives away*
TBC.............
Miami, 9 am
Anni: Can someone tell me why we're back in Miami?
Carly: Horatio hit someone. We're going to have to hold off on the road trip for a while.
Anni: Ah man I was looking forward to getting back out on the road.
Carly: Yeah me too.
Katie: So why are we just sitting in the lounge doing nothing?
Carly: Because we're hands-off on this case.
Katie: That's not fair.
Carly: Yeah well be glad we don't have to go do anything.
Katie: I like doing things.
Carly: Well...You're just so hard to please.
Katie: *sigh* I know.
Autopsy
Delko: Alright Alexx, you know the drill.
Alexx: Where's Horatio?
Delko: He's in his office moping.
Alexx: Poor thing.
Delko: So what do you have?
Alexx: Thomas Gables, 18 years old.
Delko: Okay, cause of death?
Alexx: Well a combination of injuries led to his death. He has multiple broken bones, starting from the knees up, a large head wound and a crushed pancreas. Not to mention I found fluid in his lungs.
Delko: Fluid? What kind of fluid?
Alexx: *shakes head* I don't know. It was pinkish in color, and it was watery. I sent it off to Trace.
Delko: Was the impact with the Hummerhome the contributing factor in his death?
Alexx: I found a second impact with the back of his head, and there's blood around the wound. The other injuries suggest that he was hit twice, but there was no blood surrounding the wounds. Cause of death was caused by the fluid in his lungs.
Delko: He was dead before the Hummerhome hit him.
Alexx: Looks that way.
Delko: Thanks Alexx. *leaves*
Alexx: No problem.
Horatio's office
Delko: You didn't kill him.
Horatio: *stands* What did Alexx say?
Delko: He was hit before you ran into him.
Horatio: Well that certainly puts me in the clear.
Delko: Yeah. Which means we also have a secondary crime scene.
Horatio: How so?
Delko: Alexx found a pink substance in his lungs. We didn't find anything like that near the scene.
Horatio: Is Calleigh over there?
Delko: Yeah her and Speedle are processing.
Horatio: So who's in Trace?
Delko: ...I'm assuming there's someone there.
Horatio: I'll analyze it.
Delko: You will?
Horatio: Is there a problem with me in the lab?
Delko: No way, but...Are you sure you want to do that? I mean we have new machines and new computer programs. Maybe you should call Speed and he'll have it pr-
Horatio: No, Eric. I'll do it. I'm perfectly capable of processing evidence in my own lab.
Delko: Alright if you say so.
Horatio: Do we still have those light blue lab coats?
Delko: ...Uh no.
Horatio: Really.
Delko: We got rid of those like four years ago.
Horatio: I didn't authorize that.
Delko: Yeah well we had to keep up with the other labs.
Horatio: Well what do we have?
Delko: You can either have the dark green one, or the white one.
Horatio: ...I don't want those ones. I want my lab coats.
Delko: They're gone.
Horatio: Get them back.
Delko: Uh...I think I can find you one or two in storage somewhere.
Horatio: Good.
Delko: *walks away*
Horatio: *puts on shades* No one tells me what to wear in my lab.
Crime Scene
Calleigh: So Eric tells me we have a secondary crime scene.
Speed: *walking down highway* Yeah.
Calleigh: Something about...Pink fluid?
Speed: *looks at Calleigh* Pink?
Calleigh: Yeah. You know what that is?
Speed: Transmission fluid.
Calleigh: How did it get in his lungs?
Speed: Well he probably swallowed it.
Calleigh: *rolls eyes*
Speed: Hey I think I found some.
Calleigh: On the highway?
Speed: ...No in the air. It's magical.
Calleigh: *walks over* If we follow it maybe we can track down our crime scene.
Speed: Yeah.
Down the highway, 15 minutes later
Speed: Hey check it out. There's a car in that ditch over there.
Calleigh: Let's go take a look.
Ditch
Speed: Oh now this is criminal.
Calleigh: What is?
Speed: Someone trashed their 67 Impala. *shakes head* That was a beautiful car.
Calleigh: *smirks* Men and their toys.
Speed: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *opens car door* Well...It's clean on the inside.
Speed: Yeah you don't dirty up a car like this. Someone took care of it.
Calleigh: I thought you always said cars were a bad investment.
Speed: They are. It doesn't mean they're not beautiful. *opens hood*
Calleigh: *walks over* You got something?
Speed: *angry sigh*
Calleigh: What? What is it?
Speed: They replaced the 6 cylinder limited edition turbo engine with a SS 396 engine.
Calleigh: ...So?
Speed: So they put the engine from a '68 camero in a '67 Impala. No wonder this guy was leaking transmission fluid everywhere.
Calleigh: ...Tim it's a car.
Speed: It just pisses me off when people do this to a thing of beauty.
Calleigh: Let it go.
Speed: *sigh*
Calleigh: At least this will help us find him.
Speed: Yeah I guess.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Speed: What.
Calleigh: It's just cute, that's all.
Speed: What's cute?
Calleigh: You.
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: *laughs*
Speed: *looks under hood* Well looks like the transmission's empty so this is our car. *sigh* And that was a good engine too until someone ripped it out.
Calleigh: I hope your son doesn't turn out like you.
Speed: *lifts head, hits it on the hood* OW.
Calleigh: Are you alright?
Speed: *holding head* I'm fine.
Calleigh: *laughs* You need some ice?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: Was it something I said?
Speed: Don't worry about it. *walks over to driver's side door*
Calleigh: I went to the doctor the other day.
Speed: *looking in car* Good for you.
Calleigh: He said the baby's healthy.
Speed: Uh huh. *opens kit*
Calleigh: Tim I want to keep him.
Speed: *looking down at seat*
Calleigh: ...
Speed: *grabs swab*
Calleigh: Are you mad?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: You look mad.
Speed: *swabs seat*
Calleigh: I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I really think I could be a good mother.
Speed: Mhm.
Calleigh: I've always wanted kids.
Speed: Good.
Calleigh: *nods* I don't expect you to be there if you don't want to.
Speed: *reaches into kit*
Calleigh: I really think I could do this on my own.
Speed: *grabs eyedropper*
Calleigh: I won't love him any less.
Speed: *holds up swab* I've got blood.
Calleigh: ...
Speed: Whoever was driving, was also bleeding.
Calleigh: Okay.
Speed: *stands up* I'll get this to DNA.
Calleigh: *nods*
Speed: *walks away*
Calleigh: *looking down at grass* ...Alright.
TBC.............
I Could Swear I Saw You Cry
Trace
Delko: *walks in* Hey you got everything processed?
Horatio: *puts up a finger* In a second.
Delko: *crosses arms*
Horatio: *holds up little cone, dips pipette inside*
Delko: *lifts brow*
Horatio: *shakes little cone*
Delko: *smirks*
Horatio: *puts cone in Mass Spec*
Delko: I-
Horatio: Shh. *presses button*
Delko: ...
Horatio: Alright, what did you need?
Delko: I got a call from Valera. She has the results from the blood that Speed found in the car.
Horatio: Any news?
Delko: Blood belongs to Thomas Gables.
Horatio: Our victim.
Delko: Yeah. It was found in the driver's seat.
Horatio: So he was driving.
Delko: Yeah.
Horatio: They find any evidence of a second person in the car?
Delko: They're still looking.
Computer beeps, page drops out of printer
Delko: That was fast.
Horatio: I am the master of Trace.
Delko: I'm sure Speed will be glad to hear that.
Horatio: *picks up paper* Transmission fluid.
Delko: Yeah Calleigh mentioned something like that over the phone.
Horatio: ...How did they know before I tested it?
Delko: You may be the Trace master but Speed's the car man.
Horatio: Ah, say no more.
Delko: So we basically have nothing but a poorly treated car and a dead driver who mysteriously drowned in transmission fluid. What do we do now?
Horatio: We, keep looking until the evidence leads us to the killer.
Delko: ...No kidding.
Ditch
Calleigh: *shinning flashlight* I found some hair here.
Speed: Collect it.
Calleigh: ...No I'll just leave it here.
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: *sigh* No sense of humor today.
Speed: Well the car looks like it rolled backwards into the ditch.
Calleigh: Someone probably pushed it.
Speed: Yeah but I don't get it. Why would someone kill the driver in the middle of a highway? There had to have been hundreds of witnesses.
Calleigh: People do crazy things in the heat of the moment.
Speed: ...Is that supposed to mean something to me?
Calleigh: *shines flashlight around hood of car*
Speed: ..Cal.
Calleigh: Mhm?
Speed: What do you mean by 'the heat of the moment'?
Calleigh: That's exactly what I meant.
Speed: So you think sleeping with me was a mistake.
Calleigh: You seem to think it was.
Speed: It was. I was married.
Calleigh: Exactly. And now look where we are.
Speed: Look, I can't do anything about it now. If you want to keep the kid, go ahead.
Calleigh: But I suppose you're not going to be a father to him.
Speed: *stares at Calleigh*
Calleigh: You're an ass.
Speed: *looks down at the ground*
Calleigh: ...You know what? I can't look at you right now. *drops kit, walks away*
Speed: Calleigh! Cal! ..*angry sigh* *runs up ditch*
Near Hummer
Calleigh: *opens Hummer door*
Speed: *slams door*
Calleigh: Let go of the door.
Speed: No.
Calleigh: *frowns* Get away from me.
Speed: If I could be there for you, I would. But I have a family and I can't just abandon them.
Calleigh: But you can abandon me?
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: I'm finished playing games with you Tim. I'll do this on my own. I don't need you.
Speed: Fine.
Calleigh: *nods*
Speed: *staring at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *wipes eyes* Well, I'll be back at the lab.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: *opens door*
Speed: *walks away*
Calleigh: *turns key, drives away*
TBC.............
The world is going to collapse!!! EVERYONE!!!! YOU ALL HAVE TO HID SOMEWHERE!!! *calm down*
