*pokes Jess* What's with the wierd thoughts? What's with the wierd thoughts? What's with the weird thoughts? Huh? Huh? Huh? *pokes Jess*
Greatest Price
Miami beach, 11 pm
Carly: That was an excellent dinner, thank you.
Josh: You're welcome.
Carly: *sigh* What a great night. *grabs Josh's hand* I would have never imagined walking along Miami beach with the man I'm going to marry.
Josh: What were you imagining before?
Carly: Oh I don't know...Walking along the outback with some crazy Australian wild man. Of course then a Dingo would come out of nowhere and attack us, and the crazy Australian wild man would run off without me. *laughs*
Josh: *laughs* Gee I'm sorry I spoiled that dream.
Carly: Oh believe me, compared to that, you're prince charming.
Josh: How comforting.
Carly: So who did you imagine getting married to?
Josh: You.
Carly: *smiles* No one before me huh?
Josh: Nope.
Carly: Well aren't you a charmer.
Josh: Oh usually I'm way more cheesy than that.
Carly: *grinning* I'm sure you're not cheesy. Well...As long as you don't try to sell me hand cream.
Josh: I am never going to live that down.
Carly: It's true.
Josh: So tell me about your past. You have anything as colorful?
Carly: Oh you want to compare life stories?
Josh: Unless you don't want to talk about it.
Carly: It might take a while.
Josh: People say I'm a good listener.
Carly: Is there anything you can't do?
Josh: I can't turn my head 360 degrees.
Carly: *laughs* Well I would be scared if you could.
Josh: Yeah me too actually.
Carly: *shakes head*
3:30 am, apartment
Cell phone ringing
Katie: *opens eyes* ..Ugh. *slaps Speed*
Speed: *mumbles* What.
Katie: Phone.
Speed: They can leave a message.
Katie: *throws phone at Speed*
Speed: *angry sigh*
Katie: Answer it.
Speed: *opens phone* Yeah, it's Speed....Yeah. *closes phone*
Katie: Who was that?
Speed: Horatio. We have a scene.
Katie: Have fun.
Speed: You too.
Katie: Damnit. Why can't the night shift take it?
Speed: The night shift ended a half hour ago.
Katie: You're mister big CSI, you take it.
Speed: They need a ballistics person.
Katie: They have Calleigh.
Speed: Calleigh's off.
Katie: What about Lori?
Speed: She can stay here alone.
Katie: *sits up* What?
Speed: What?
Katie: No she can't. She's almost four.
Speed: She'll be asleep.
Katie: We won't be back until at least three o'clock this evening.
Speed: I'll break away at noon and come get her.
Katie: No I don't want her sitting in the lab by herself.
Speed: Well she doesn't like the babysitter.
Katie: She doesn't have a choice.
Speed: Alright I'll call her and see if she can get here in a few hours.
Katie: Good.
Speed: *sits up*
Katie: *gets out of bed*
Speed: Hey hold on.
Katie: *turns around*
Speed: *gets out of bed* You're sure going fast.
Katie: I like guns.
Speed: *smirks* Sure.
Katie: What? I do.
Speed: You're not driving the Hummer.
Katie: *gasp* I am shocked. How could you ever think that?
Speed: You have the keys in your hand.
Katie: I always bring these in the shower with me.
Speed: Really.
Katie: Mhm. Zinc is...Very good for the hair.
Speed: Those are copper and aluminum keys.
Katie: How would you know?
Speed: I'm a Trace Analyst, I know my metals.
Katie: *drops keys in Speed's hand*
Speed: Thank you.
Katie: It's not like I'd run us off the road.
Speed: You almost did with that Hummer 3.
Katie: That was a good little vehicle. It's not my fault the FBI wanted it back.
Speed: *gives keys to Katie*
Katie: *looks down* I can drive?
Speed: You're hot when you drive like a maniac.
Katie: *looks up*
Speed: *winks*
Katie: HA! AISLE FIVE!
Speed: *lifts brow*
Katie: I...have tourrettes. *runs into bathroom*
Crime scene
Horatio: *takes off shades*
Delko: Ouch.
Alexx: Three hundred foot drop. Ouch is right.
Delko: She doesn't look older than...Twenty maybe.
Speed: *walks up* Where'd she fall from?
Horatio: Intercontinental Hotel.
Katie: But she was dead before she hit the ground.
Alexx: That's right. Gunshot wound to the head was what killed her.
Katie: Most people probably wouldn't have guessed seeing as her head's mashed into the ground.
Delko: She just missed a charter bus full of kids.
Horatio: Lucky for the kids huh.
Delko: Huh, yeah.
Speed: *snaps pictures*
Katie: *kneels*
Alexx: Here's your bullet.
Katie: *grabs bullet, tilts head* It's a .223. I've seen these in the FBI, they're from a Remington automatic.
Horatio: Remington, those are used in the army.
Katie: And the Navy, SWAT, Coast Guard...
Horatio: So our shooter has a military background.
Delko: Déja vu?
Speed: Just because it's the same building doesn't mean it's the same case.
Katie: The thing about these guns is, they're great for long distance shooting. And since there's no stipling around the wound, I'd say the shooter was at least twenty to thirty feet away, if not more.
Horatio: Okay so we'll expand the search and let's find an ID on our girl. *walks away*
Alexx: Wallet on her. *opens wallet* Virginia Taylor.
Speed: *looks up* Okay so where was she shot from?
Delko: *looks up* I guess we have to work our way down.
Speed: Yeah 35 floors, that's going to be a riot.
Katie: Snipers don't usually shoot...Up.
Speed: So?
Katie: So there aren't many buildings taller than this one in Miami.
Delko: *smiles* I think you just narrowed our field on sniper locations.
Katie: *smiles, walks away*
Delko: She's hot on cases.
Speed: No she's not.
Delko: Yeah she is.
Speed: ...Yeah you're right.
Delko: *laughs*
A/V Lab
Horatio: Tyler.
Tyler: Hey Lieutenant.
Horatio: I need you to narrow down a location for me.
Tyler: No problem, you have any primary locations?
Horatio: Intercontinental Hotel.
Tyler: *types* Okay, hotel is represented in red.
Horatio: How tall is that building?
Tyler: *types* 366 feet.
Horatio: Are there any buildings in the surrounding area taller than this one?
Tyler: The hotel's the only building on Chopin Plaza.
Horatio: Branch out farther, but keep it in the downtown area.
Tyler: *typing*
Horatio: *shifts positions*
Tyler: Got it. Wachovia Financial Center. 764 feet.
Horatio: Okay so that gives our sniper enough of a view to look for the victim.
Tyler: Yeah but...You found the victim on the road, right?
Horatio: That's right.
Tyler: The road is twenty feet from the Intercontinental building, there is no way she flew that far.
Horatio: Okay thank you Tyler. *dials phone* Yeah Speed, you're at the wrong building. I'll explain later. Okay. *closes phone* Alright Tyler, now the trajectory from the bullet makes the shot at a downward angle of 40 degrees.
Tyler: *typing* I'll calculate a location starting from the Financial Centre.
Horatio: Thank you.
Tyler: *typing* ...Alright how about this one?
Horatio: Citi Bank.
Tyler: It's only a hundred meters from the Financial Centre, and it's not small, but it's not big.
Horatio: Okay thank you. *walks away*
TBC.........
