:lol: Ah Lora, you crack me up.
Katie! *hugs* I felt like hugging you. And YAY Jason was a cop. Twists kick RT ass.
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California, LAPD Crime Lab
Colton: You paged us.
Lora: *folding paper*
Colton: What are you doing?
Lora: Making paper cranes.
Colton: Where's the results?
Lora: They are being folded as we speak.
Colton: You're folding the results?
Lora: Brings good luck. *lifts paper* See? I call him Ralph.
Colton: What did the paper say?
Lora: I don't know, I didn't look at them BUT I can tell you that it was a match to someone.
Colton: So you did find a seperate donor on the jacket.
Lora: Mhm. *throws paper crane* Ah man I should have made the wings a bit longer and the beak a bit shorter. Damn non-aerodynamics of printer paper.
Colton: *grabs paper, unfolds it* Adam Porter.
Lora: He has a stupid name. I mean the first half starts out okay but then the rest is all "ooh I'M A PORTERHOUSE STEAK". Insane I tell ya. Those parents should be shot.
Colton: I'm going to let Horatio kno-
Lora: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! There's a Horatio in this?
Colton: ...Yes? He's my boss.
Lora: He has a stupid name.
Horatio: *places hands on hips* Stupid name?
Lora: *turns around, screams*
Colton: *laughs*
Lora: YOU! ARE YOU HIM?
Horatio: The last I checked.
Lora: HAHA look at that, you kind of look like a cross between Carrot-Top and William H. Macy.
Horatio: ...
Lora: HEY cool shades! Soooooo Miami Vice. *grabs shades*
Horatio: N-
Lora: *puts on shades* I'M THE KING OF MIAMI!
Horatio: Please give those back.
Lora: No way man, these are like massive spectacles for blocking out major sunage.
Horatio: *lifts brow* And you are?
Lora: Lora. I'm your friendly neighborhood DNA-girl.
Horatio: *reaches for shades*
Lora: *waves shades around* Hey you got a warranty on these things? They seem kind of floosy.
Horatio: Please stop doing that to the sh-
Lora: *picks teeth with frames* Got some broccoli in there at lunch.
Horatio: *wide-eyed*
Colton: *covers eyes*
Lora: My mistake. Piece of cake.
Horatio: *blinks* Give 'em back.
Lora: *drops shades* Oh crud.
Shades fall into chemicals
Horatio: *staring at table*
Lora: *grabs shades with glove* HEY THEY'RE PURPLE NOW! HA THAT'S SO COOL! You'll be a cooler version of Elton John.
Horatio: *eye twitches*
Lora: *blows on shades* Still smells kind of like toxic fumes but we can fix that. *throws shades into cold water*
Shade lenses snap and shatter
Lora: Well look at that...Hmmm maybe I should have put them in hot water. *picks up shades* Okay good as new. *places shades on Horatio's face* Now you have purple frames to go around those big twitchy blues.
Horatio: *lip twitches*
Lora: You got a calcium problem or somethin'?
Horatio: *glares*
Lora: Oooh the pouty look. I like it. *smiles*
Colton: Blood matches Adam Porter. Calleigh already spoke to him, he swears up and down that he hasn't seen him in almost a year.
Horatio: *lifts hand* I don't want to hear it.
Colton: ...You came down here to hear it.
Horatio: Not now. *walks away*
Colton: Fine.
Lora: He's a man of many words, isn't he? Horatio...Ho-ratio. Ho's Ratios. Ho RACIO. Hor ACE. What a fantasticalastical name.
Colton: *shakes head*
Lora: I could go for some chicken, excuse me. *opens GCMS, grabs chicken*
Holding cell
Ryan: *kneeling, shining flashlight*
Delko: Speed checked, there's an officer Jason Parker. Started out in Fort Lauderdale in Broward County.
Ryan: *nods*
Delko: So uh...I spoke to Lilly today.
Ryan: Yeah?
Delko: She seemed...Happy.
Ryan: So?
Delko: She's still staying at your place, right?
Ryan: Yeah.
Delko: So are you two...Together?
Ryan: *laughs* Did you spread this all over the lab, too?
Delko: Not yet, I was waiting for confirmation.
Ryan: We're not together.
Delko: Oh.
Ryan: ...Officially.
Delko: *looks at Ryan* Do tell.
Ryan: Last night we kind of...Well we were teasing each other and one thing led to another and....
Delko: *laughs* You sly dog.
Ryan: *smiling* Nah man, it was all her.
Delko: So did you guys snuggle and everything too?
Ryan: *punches Eric*
Delko: *laughing*
Speed: *walks in* Something funny about a murder investigation?
Delko: No, but Ryan got lucky last night.
Ryan: *rolls eyes* You can't keep a secret, can you?
Delko: I think we've proved that I can't.
Speed: Well keep your personal lives out of this. You're supposed to be working a crime scene.
Delko: You're only saying that so we don't bring up Katie and the fact that you two lip-locked at the scene.
Ryan: Wow, really?
Speed: *frowns*
Delko: I bet Anni will be thrilled.
Ryan: I thought you and Katie were over.
Speed: We are.
Ryan: You have a weird logic.
Speed: It didn't mean anything.
Delko: *laughs*
Speed: What.
Delko: Nothing.
Speed: *snaps picture*
Delko: AH! *covers eyes* That is supposed to be used for forensic work, not blinding your colleagues.
Speed: My bad.
Ryan: So Eric, how's your lovelife?
Delko: I'll let you know when I get mine back.
Ryan: *laughs*
TBC..................