I love how we're calling them 'scenes'. :lol: Move over Donahue...I kid, I kid. :lol:
Death Pool
Ballistics Lab
Delko: Hey Cal.
Calleigh: *smiles* Hey.
Delko: You brought Teague in today?
Calleigh: Horatio approved it.
Delko: He's sure sitting quietly.
Calleigh: *laughs* He doesn't like the sound of guns.
Delko: Bummer.
Teague: *points* EWICK!
Delko: ...Well he almost got it.
Teague: Mommy can I have a juice box?
Calleigh: In a minute. Did you need anything Eric?
Delko: Just the reports that I phoned for.
Calleigh: I'm sorry, I've been busy all morning. But I promise once I finish them, you'll be the first to know.
Delko: Okay.
Calleigh: Are we good?
Delko: Yeah we're fine.
Speed: *walks in* Cal, I phoned for those reports twenty minutes ago.
Calleigh: *looks at Speed*
Delko: *smiles* I see you've got your hands full.
Calleigh: Tim, I'm sorry.
Speed: It's okay.
Calleigh: You're not going to tell Horatio I was late with the reports are you?
Speed: Well you're the one who volunteered to write them out and you haven't finished them.
Calleigh: *looks at Eric*
Delko: *shrugs*
Calleigh: Tim, I'll tell him.
Speed: Good because I wasn't going to say anything anyway.
Calleigh: You weren't?
Speed: If I pulled rank, you'd probably beat me up.
Calleigh: *smiles* No I wouldn't.
Speed: Yeah you would.
Teague: *runs over* Tim can you take me to the bathroom? Mommy said not to go alone.
Speed: Sure come on.
Teague, Speed, leave
Delko: You're not going to tell him Speed's his dad?
Calleigh: We agreed not to. It's just easier that way.
Delko: For you or for him?
Calleigh: For everyone.
Delko: I think you should tell him.
Calleigh: Maybe when he's older.
Delko: Cal, he's going to grow up thinking he doesn't have a dad.
Calleigh: I told him he does, I just didn't say who.
Delko: And if he starts asking questions?
Calleigh: Eric, I will deal with it.
Delko: Alright.
Calleigh: Now, I need to get the reports done and you being here isn't going to get them there faster.
Delko: *laughs*
Bathroom
Speed: You done?
Teague: *runs out of stall* Yup.
Speed: Wash your hands.
Teague: Why?
Speed: Because you have to.
Teague: Why?
Speed: So your hands are clean.
Teague: My hands are clean.
Speed: Let me see.
Teague: *holds out hands*
Speed: Wash them.
Teague: *frowns*
Speed: Alright don't wash them.
Teague: *runs out of washroom*
Speed: *sigh* That kid's faster than me.
Hall
Speed: Hey!
Teague: *stops*
Speed: Where are you going?
Teague: Mommy's work.
Speed: You're going the wrong way.
Teague: No I'm not.
Speed: Yes you are.
Teague: How would you know?
Speed: I've been here longer than you.
Teague: How long?
Speed: Long enough.
Teague: *laughs* You're old.
Speed: Thanks, I appreciate that.
Teague: You're welcome.
Calleigh: *walks over* Ah my two favorite men.
Speed: *lifts brow*
Calleigh: Teague, you ready for some lunch now?
Teague: Yup.
Calleigh: Come on, we'll go find you some.
Teague: *waves* Bye Tim.
Speed: Later.
Calleigh, Teague walk away
Lori: *walks over* Where the hell were you?
Speed: Use your eyes and look for me.
Lori: Well here I am. And by the way, I wasn't the only one looking for you. That coroner lady wanted to see you.
Speed: You know why?
Lori: Something about the victim or something. She told me to give you this folder. *hands over folder*
Speed: You look at it?
Lori: Hey I don't work here. That's your department.
Speed: *opens folder*
Lori: Gross photos?
Speed: A few.
Lori: Don't even show me. I don't want to know.
Speed: *reading folder*
Lori: I'm hungry.
Speed: Okay.
Lori: ...Is there food in this lab place?
Speed: Yeah.
Lori: Is there anywhere I can get some?
Speed: What?
Lori: Okay get some food. I didn't mean get some.
Speed: *reads folder*
Lori: *places hands on hips* Um excuse me?
Speed: Mhm.
Lori: *frowns* Dad.
Speed: *nods*
Lori: *grabs folder*
Speed: *lifts head* What?
Lori: Were you listening?
Speed: Yeah.
Lori: What did I just say?
Speed: Words.
Lori: *narrows eyes* That's not what I meant.
Speed: If you want food, there's some in the lounge.
Lori: Soda and chips are not food.
Speed: Sorry I'll order a steak dinner to be placed in there just for you.
Lori: That's not funny. Give me money.
Speed: Why?
Lori: So I can go across the street and get some real food.
Speed: Miami doesn't have real food. It's how I stay so thin.
Lori: *rolls eyes* Just give me some money.
Speed: I don't have money. I have plastic.
Lori: So give me your credit card.
Speed: How stupid do you think I am?
Lori: Look, I'm not going to go wrack up your Visa, I want some lunch.
Speed: You're not using my Visa.
Lori: Mastarcard?
Speed: *frowns*
Lori: Come on.
Speed: No. Go steal Eric's money.
Lori: I don't want Eric's money, I want your money.
Speed: What makes my money so much more special?
Lori: Uh, you have more.
Speed: You're not getting my credit card so forget about it.
Lori: Mom would give me hers.
Speed: No she wouldn't.
Lori: Yes she would.
Speed: No she wouldn't. She doesn't even give ME her credit cards.
Lori: Come on dad, I'm hungry.
Speed: I realize that.
Lori: So give me money.
Speed: Get a job.
Lori: I'm fourteen.
Speed: I had a job when I was fourteen.
Lori: Doing what?
Speed: Cleaning gutters.
Lori: Yeah right. Give me money.
Speed: You can't have my credit card.
Lori: Debit card?
Speed: No.
Lori: Cash?
Speed: I don't have cash, I already told you.
Lori: So you expect me to starve?
Speed: No.
Lori: So I can't have money, and I'm not going to eat chips so...What am I going to do?
Speed: *looks around*
Lori: *lifts brow*
Speed: *angry sigh* Fine. *grabs wallet*
Lori: *smiles*
Speed: *hands over credit card*
Lori: HOLY SH-
Speed: *frowns*
Lori: -ort haired poodle. You have a gold card?
Speed: You spend more money than you're allowed, and I'll kick your ass into next week.
Lori: You got it.
Speed: Get going.
Lori: *salutes*
Speed: Lori!
Lori: *turns around*
Speed: I want it back when you're done.
Lori: Yeah don't worry about it. *leaves*
TBC............
