:lol: It went well.
And I don't know, Ann Donahue never really sounded very promising in my opinion.
But like you said, I'm not her, lol.
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Miami Lab, atrium, 6pm
Stetler: *walks over* Horatio.
Horatio: *takes off shades*
Stetler: *sigh* Where do I start?
Horatio: How about the beginning.
Stetler: Your staff is gone, you have patrol officers working your cas-
Horatio: Heather is more of an intern transferring.
Stetler: I wasn't talking about her.
Horatio: Josh is perfectly qualif-
Stetler: Get him out of my lab.
Horatio: Your lab.
Stetler: Look, the mayor wants a report on his desk by Monday and I have absolutely nothing good to report about this lab.
Horatio: As always.
Stetler: This ship is going to sink if you don't straighten out.
Horatio: *looks at Stetler*
Stetler: Same with your 'perfectly qualified' team member.
Horatio: That...Is none of your business.
Stetler: It's my ass on the line here.
Horatio: *nods* I see the mayor has his beliefs.
Stetler: Evidently. You know how he is.
Horatio: No Rick, I really don't. Apparently I didn't.
Stetler: *hands over folder* Here's a copy of the report. I wanted you to see it before I gave it in.
Horatio: *staring at Stetler*
Stetler: I'm trying to help.
Horatio: You can help by not giving the mayor your report.
Stetler: I can't do that.
Horatio: I'll admit my lab hasn't exactly practiced everything in the rule book but this is a little far. *opens folder*
Stetler: *places hand on hip*
Horatio: *reading*
Stetler: *looks out window*
Horatio: ...You have his last name listed as Hannigan.
Stetler: His wife's last name.
Horatio: May I ask why?
Stetler: I didn't want to make the lab look even worse.
Horatio: Sorry, I don't quite catch the connection.
Stetler: Tim Speedle commited suicide.
Horatio: *frowns, closes folder* Cause of Death was inconclusive.
Stetler: Alright if you want to call a shot to the head inconclusive, th-
Horatio: Rick, back off.
Stetler: I just didn't want to make Joshua look even worse.
Horatio: *looks out window*
Stetler: I mean, the guy's walking on thin ice as it is.
Horatio: *looks down at floor*
Stetler: Not actually being hired.
Horatio: Wait a second, shot to the head?
Stetler: ...Yeah.
Horatio: There was no blood at the scene.
Stetler: So?
Horatio: Do you have the ME's report?
Stetler: Yeah I carry it around in my back pocket for situations just like this.
Horatio: *frowns*
Stetler: What do you need the report for?
Horatio: ...Which ME did you get it from?
Stetler: Pearson.
Horatio: I recieved mine from Alexx.
Stetler: Two reports on the same victim?
Horatio: Did you actually see the body?
Stetler: No. Did you?
Horatio: No. Which means there is no way of telling which report is the correct one.
Stetler: Gee, I'll add it to the folder. *clicks on pen* Now, you're
sure he's dead, right?
Horatio: *blinks*
Stetler: Nevermind. *writing*
Horatio: A second ago you were trying to make the lab look good.
Stetler: Yes but I caught an actual mistake this time.
Jail cell, LAPD
Carly: Well this was a great idea.
Lora: *clings to bars* I'M TOO INNOCENT TO GO TO JAIL!
Delko: *drags metal cup across bars*
Lilly: *plays harmonica*
Carly: Where did you get a harmonica?
Lilly: It was already sitting here.
Carly: ...You don't know where that's been.
Lilly: *throws harmonica*
Calleigh: *files nails* Hey someone left a nail file in here. *smiles* Finally, I can get my nails in tip-top shape.
Lora: LET US OUT!
Delko: YEAH! Or I'll throw this harmonica!
Guard: *walks over*
Delko: *screams*
Guard: Sir, urinating on a fire hydrant is a federal offense.
Delko: Dogs do it and get away with it all the time.
Guard: *walks away*
Calleigh: So...Why did we
all get thrown in jail?
Lilly: *sigh* It's LA. If you look the wrong way, you get thrown in jail.
Lora: WHAT WAY WAS I LOOKING! I WANT A LAWYER!
Missy: *carving lines into wall* One day and counting.
JC: Hey someone left a tattoo machine thingy in here. Hey Miss, you want a tat?
Missy: YES! OH MY GOD! *sits on bench* Give me a teardrop under my eye.
JC: Okay!
Delko: SERIOUSLY! PEEING IS A FEDERAL OFFENSE?
Lilly: On a fire hydrant it is.
Colton: But those things just call out for pee.
Lilly: *shakes head*
Miami Lab, lobby
Ryan: *signing paper* Hey Paula, do I have any messages?
Paula: Do you have a cellphone?
Ryan: ...Yeah.
Paula: Then I wouldn't know, would I?
Ryan: *lifts brow* Working late?
Paula: Budjet cuts.
Elevator doors open
Paula: *looks at elevator* Ma'am, I'm sorry, we're closed. Head b-...Oh my God.
Ryan: What? *turns around* Lori? *runs over*
Lori: *leans against elevator*
Ryan: Are you okay? Lori? *looks at Paula* Call an ambulance.
Paula: *grabs phone*
Ryan: Lori, talk to me.
Lori: *falls over*
15 minutes later, outside on gurney
Ryan: Is she okay?
Paramedic: Lacerations and contusions for the most part. She did report pain in her ribs and abdomen so we'd like to get her to the hospital and take some X-rays.
Lori: *covers self with blanket*
Paramedic: *walks away*
Ryan: What happened?
Lori: *frowning*
Ryan: Hey you came to us.
Lori: *wipes eyes*
Ryan: Who did this?
Lori: ...I want my mother.
Ryan: Okay. I'll call her. *walks away*
Horatio: *walks over* I heard what happened. How are you feeling?
Lori: *hugs Horatio*
Horatio: Oh...Kay.
Lori: *starts to cry*
Horatio: *wraps arms around Lori*
Ryan: *walks over* Katie's in the neighborhood. She'll be here in a few minutes.
Horatio: Good. *lets go of Lori* Okay, the paramedics are going to take you to the hospital and check you out.
Lori: *nods*
Horatio: *walks away*
Few feet away
Ryan: Did she say what happened?
Horatio: No.
Ryan: Who do you think did this to her?
Horatio: The evidence will tell us that. I want Heather and Yelina working the case.
Ryan: I could take this.
Horatio: You know what, I'd rather have them process.
Ryan: Look, we're not even friends.
Horatio: That's not my concern.
Ryan: Then what is?
Horatio: I need you to see Alexx.
Ryan: What for?
Horatio: *hands over folder*
Ryan: *looks down* I'm doing an internal investigation? Isn't that Stetler's job?
Horatio: You're working with him.
Ryan: Uh...You steal some drugs from the evidence locker?
Horatio: *smirks* Ryan this will go smoothly as long as you don't speak to
him like that.
Ryan: Sure H. *leaves*
Horatio: Thank you.
TBC..............