Aw I'm sorry about your stressful days Jess. *gives a big ol' hug* But I'm happy that you're in here with us sharing some laughs and some good times.
And I like your interpretation of how Speed's been acting, and why.
I Don't Want To Know
Motel
Speed: There it is. Finally, something's gone right today.
Anni: It's pretty.
Speed: Thank you.
Anni: It's black.
Speed: I know, I can see colors too.
Anni: Actually black isn't a color.
Speed: *gets on bike* Get over here, shut up, and hold on.
Anni: *sits on bike* Oooh quite the ensemble here.
Speed: *revs engine*
Anni: *giggles*
Ducati zooms away
Anni: *screams*
Speed: *smirks*
Anni: TOO FAST! TOO FAST! *grabs onto Speed*
Speed: This was designed for speed.
Anni: Oh heck I know that.
Speed: Not me, the velocity.
Anni: Ah....WHY ARE YOU GOING FASTER!
Speed: Are you scared?
Anni: ...No.
Bike whips around corner
Anni: *closes eyes* AHHH! OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING TO KILL US! SLOW DOWN!
Speed: Sorry I can't hear you!
Hummerhome
Hummerlab
Horatio: *takes off shades*
Delko: Wow. It all survived us rolling down a hill.
Horatio: Okay set the rocket down, we'll examine it here.
Delko: Aye aye captain. *salutes*
Horatio: Okay, take a look at that.
Delko: An American flag sticker.
Horatio: I was right.
Delko: You think someone's looking for this?
Horatio: Well I'd imagine NASA would like to know where it went.
Delko: Maybe we should call them.
Horatio: I don't exactly have their number on speed dial. We deal primarily with criminals, not aliens.
Delko: NASA doesn't deal with aliens.
Horatio: *taps temple* That's what they'd
like you to believe.
Delko: *lifts brow*
Police Department, Juarez
Speed: *gets off bike*
Anni: *stumbles off bike*
Speed: You alright?
Anni: *falls over* Whoa.
Speed: Too fast?
Anni: Too fast.
Speed: *grabs Anni's hand* Come on.
Anni: How do you not kill yourself on that thing?
Speed: Well I try to avoid traffic and pedestrians.
Anni: Do you ever get a ticket?
Speed: *smiles*
Anni: ....What did I say?
Speed: Cops don't get tickets.
Anni: Really?
Speed: Well, not officially.
Anni: Hey you smiled.
Speed: Come on, we have to talk to someone.
Anni: Alrighty.
Inside police department, 10 minutes later
Cop: Alright, who are you?
Anni: *sits in chair* I'm Anni.
Speed: Tim Speedle.
Cop: What brings you down here?
Speed: There was an accident a few miles from here.
Cop: We didn't get a call out.
Speed: That's because no one called it in. We went over a cliff.
Cop: We?
Speed: There's about twelve of us.
Cop: Are you in some kind of bus?
Speed: Sort of.
Cop: Alright was anyone hurt?
Speed: No. We just need a tow truck and...Some cables.
Cop: Cables...
Speed: It's not your ordinary bus.
Cop: No problem, I'll send out everything you need detective.
Speed: *lifts brow* Excuse me?
Cop: You were there when Ramirez was killed, right?
Speed: Yeah.
Cop: I heard about you, and Lieutenant Caine.
Speed: Really.
Cop: Yeah I took a look into things to make sure everything was legit, and that your business here was warranted. Fortunately, it was.
Speed: Well that's great.
Cop: He murdered someone in Miami correct?
Speed: He's murdered a lot of people in Miami.
Cop: Ah yes, the bomb. I read about that in the newspaper. But his most recent crime seemed so out of character.
Speed: What do you mean?
Cop: He kills a married woman inside her empty home? It doesn't make sense. He's never directly killed anyone unless there was some sort of profit involved.
Speed: Like drugs.
Cop: Yeah. He was paid by the Columbians to sell meth, he gets cocaine as payment.
Speed: So why was the other murder so weird?
Cop: It just...It didn't seem like him, that's all. We've been tracking him for months.
Speed: You think someone else was there.
Cop: Besides the other guy I read about in the paper? Yeah.
Speed: We have physical evidence that ties him directly to the murder. No one else was there.
Cop: Maybe you should take another look into the case.
Anni: *looks up at Speed*
Speed: The case was closed. We're not re-opening it.
Cop: All as well that ends well anyway. Victim's family probably wouldn't appreciate you diggin' her up.
Speed: Probably not.
Cop: Well, I'll get a few units over to the location of the crash.
Speed: Thanks for your...Help.
Cop: No problem.
Outside
Anni: What was that about?
Speed: He knows too much about the case.
Anni: Katie's murder?
Speed: Yeah.
Anni: What are you thinking?
Speed: I think we need to stay in Mexico a little longer.
Anni: *nods*
TBC..........