CSI:Miami - "Road Trip *puts on shades* Number Nine."

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Oh noes, poor Lori!...oh my gosh, I can't believe I just said that. *narrows eyes* Dang, and I didn't want to like her and everything!
Guy1: *slams butt of gun into Lori's face*
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Ok, I swear when I first read that, I could've sworn that it said "slams butt into Lori's face" :lol:

Ok, and seriously, everytime I see the "Hotel California" thing I crack up hysterically. And then have to fight the urge to start singing. Which would be bad for EVERYONE around me...

Ah, and now reading further, I don't really like Lori anymore...but what is Gavin's deal? I really hope that isn't going to be answered before i post this, or I'm gonna look completely stupid...

...and now I like Lori again. Geez, will she jsut make up her mind. Either be nice and likeable (or mean and likeable...like Stetler. Hee) or mean and angry. not all fluctuating...it's confusing for my brain (not really, but you get my point)
Lori: I don't have an excuse. I've been selfish and uptight and it has to stop before I end up somewhere I don't want to be.
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Ah, I've been waiting for her to say soemthing like that for about 3 threads.

Katie: You better not run. I know KA-RA-TE! HEEEEEYA! *throws hands around*
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GASP! NOW THERES THE OLD KATE WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE! Back to the olden days of flailing and "STOP BEING GAY!"..ah, that will never, ever get old :D

Aw, Gavin is such a polite little crazy. All 'please' and 'thankyou'. Now there's a decent criminal for once :lol:

Lori: *bites lip* Don't you just wish you could throw everything off the desk?

Gavin: *lifts brow*

Lori: Nevermind. *walks away*
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:lol: Now that line reminded me of the only season 4 episode I didn't want to immediately block out of memory forever - Nailed: "You ever push aside the dinner plates to get some?" :lol: Oh Wolfe *shakes head* Oh Lori *shakes head* If your mother found out that you were going to California with, and possibly dating, a very very polite criminal then she would have to...I dunno...send you to...AFRICA! Ok, I know that was completely random, but Africa hasn't been mentioned in a while. Speaking of, I shall digress a few threads for a minute. MARK MCGUIRE! JEOPARDY! ALEX TREBEC! COW!...ok, I think I'm done reminiscing now...hee.

anyways, please update soon!
 
What a very, very, very long update. SCORE!!!

This investigation is getting really interesting. I'm liking Gavin and Lori together. I don't know why.

"This is about to get interesting." :D Update soon Geni! You know you want to.
 
Oh dear, Lori is just like her father, always getting into trouble and never letting anyone in. Speaking of which. What happened to her father?
Carly, that was great! reminis of the Road Trips!
 
:lol: Carly, I miss the good old days too. "STOP BEING GAY!" was classic. :D

Missy, the last we heard from Speed is that he phoned Katie and presumably 'killed' himself - but that hasn't been confirmed because no body or blood was found and no actual autopsy was performed. So right now, that case is blowing in the wind.

Thanks for the reviews everyone!

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California, LAPD

Calleigh: *grabs magnifying glass*

Ryan: Anything we can use?

Calleigh: This bullet's odd.

Ryan: You're a ballistics expert. Everything you see that's odd should look normal.

Calleigh: *smiles*

Ryan: Well at least I think so.

Calleigh: The bullet's been engraved so the striations fit within the grooves.

Ryan: Engraved? Like when people brand their bullets to make things personal? Didn't know it actually happened, I've only seen it in the movies. Can you see what it says?

Calleigh: There's a lot of damage on the bullet. I'll see what I can do.

Horatio: Interesting.

Calleigh: *looks over*

Horatio: This bomb has an automatic detonator.

Calleigh: ...So why would someone be shooting into the hotel room?

Horatio: I'm not sure.

Ryan: Maybe two groups?

Horatio/Calleigh: *look at Ryan*

Ryan: Both MO's are different. One uses long range weaponry and the other is right up front and personal. Seems to me like we have one gang using bombs and another one with guns.

Calleigh: I guess they think we have something they want.

Horatio: We do. *walks away*

Ryan: Alright he has to stop doing that.

Gavin's house, 1 am

Gavin: *shuts door* You have someplace to stay for the night? *grabs briefcase*

Lori: Yeah. I have an apartment.

Gavin: Good. *goes through files* These should help.

Lori: Help you find the bad guys? Or help you topple over the building blocks of justice.

Gavin: I have a job to do.

Lori: I se-

Gavin: But I'm not going to use these files against anyone but the people who intend on hurting others.

Lori: Promise?

Gavin: You have my word.

Lori: Thank you. *sits on couch*

Gavin: You need a ride back to your apartment?

Lori: *scratches head*

Gavin: *sits* Lori.

Lori: Mmm?

Gavin: I asked if you needed a ride.

Lori: *looks around* How did you even get a home?

Gavin: What do you mean?

Lori: This house, it's comfortable, inviting. Like one of those places where you can fall asleep feeling safe.

Gavin: You just live on a cruddy part of town.

Lori: *nods*

Gavin: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...You ever get tired of living alone?

Gavin: *nods* Sometimes.

Lori: How do you deal with it?

Gavin: I work.

Lori: *smirks* Of course you do.

Gavin: What about you?

Lori: I'd found ways to make myself forget about how depressing my life was.

Gavin: The cocaine.

Lori: Thing is...I don't want to have to forget.

Gavin: Now, somehow I can't picture a strong woman like yourself drowning your sorrows like that.

Lori: I'm only strong because I have to be.

Gavin: You don't.

Lori: Why?

Gavin: Because you'll fall even harder once you realize it's useless to keep fooling yourself. I'm not saying you're really weak, but sometimes you're allowed to be. Otherwise everything builds up.

Lori: Yeah well I'm tired of letting everything build up. It's ruined my relationships with anyone I get close to.

Gavin: So you...Don't bother trying?

Lori: *sigh* Why am I spilling my guts to you?

Gavin: You didn't have to.

Lori: ...If it's alright with you...I'd...Rather not be alone tonight.

Gavin: *nods, stands* My couch is your couch.

Lori: *smirks* Thanks.

TBC......................
 
Gah, I missed an update! I love how you're letting Gavin and Lori get really close. They're both troubled and have shady pasts but it's great that they're putting it behind them, and starting anew. Saving the world. :lol: And I love them together, they really work with each other.

Whatever's happening in LA, it's interesting to say the least. So now there are two gangs? Good lord. And ah, Horatio and his aura of mystery. I'll never tire of it. :lol:

I'll be gone for two weeks, but I can't wait to come home to more amazing updates, Geni! These two were awesome. :D (And sorry about the other day on MSN, my computer quit on me :rolleyes:)
 
Sweet update, Geni! Gavin and Lori seem to be working out alright, aside from kidnapper/ kidnapee( if thats a word, which, I'm betting isn't) thing, it's very possible that they could be a great couple! You gotta love Gavin, if he can see through Lori, he deserves everything he can get!

Two Gangs...wow, someone really has it out for The Road Trippers. Money needs to be found pronto- that, or Zero needs to be stopped. And seeming as if he's Daddy Warbucks, Horatio needs to step up his game. Bottomless pockets doth bring mayhem!

Awesome work, Geni!
 
Thanks Anni. :D

Be safe on your two weeks away from the Boards Lilly! We'll sure miss you. :) *huggles*

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Bomb Scene, California

Delko: *shines flashlight* What are we looking for again?

Ryan: Horatio's not telling.

Delko: *shakes head* This isn't a life lesson. It's a crime.

Ryan: You okay man?

Delko: I'm fine.

Ryan: You don't look fine.

Woman: *walks in* Stop what you're doing.

Delko: And you are?

Woman: Carrie Ellis. LAPD. Get out of my crime scene.

Delko: This is our crime scene.

Carrie: No, this is out of your jurisdiction.

Ryan: This is part of a case in Miami.

Carrie: Oh good for you. Go back to Miami then and investigate it.

Horatio: *walks over* Problem?

Carrie: Get your men out of here and let me do my job.

Horatio: We'll be out of your hair as soon as we get our evidence.

Carrie: You know how long I've been on the Crime Unit? 12 years.

Horatio: That's excellent.

Carrie: You will not kick me out of my own crime scene!

Horatio: *shifts positions* You want to see our warrant or do you just want to keep shouting?

Delko: *smirks*

Ryan: *crosses arms*

Carrie: ...Fine. But when you're done, don't make a mess. *leaves*

Ryan: She's a spitfire.

Horatio: What do we have?

Delko: Nothing yet. What are we supposed to be looking for?

Horatio: The shooter....*looks at wall* The shooter was aiming for the bathroom.

Ryan: So?

Horatio: *walks out of room*

Delko: *follows*

Inside adjacent room

Horatio: *walks over to wall*

Dead body seen on floor

Delko: ...How did we miss this?

Horatio: The interference of LA's finest enabled us to miss this. So call them up and tell them they have a scene to process. Maybe it'll keep them busy.

Delko: *laughs* You don't actually have that warrant, do you?

Horatio: Workin' on it. *leaves*

Delko: *chuckles*

Gavin's house, 9am

Gavin: *places tea on coffee table*

Lori: *opens eyes*

Gavin: You don't look like a coffee person.

Lori: *sits up* What time is it?

Gavin: Just after 9.

Lori: *rubs eyes* ...What do I smell?

Gavin: Pancakes.

Lori: *looks at Gavin*

Gavin: ...You haven't eaten in two days.

Lori: How would you know?

Gavin: Have you?

Lori: ...There better not be little berries on them.

Gavin: *walks into kitchen*

Lori: *runs hands through hair* You didn't poison them did you?!

Kitchen

Lori: *leans on wall*

Gavin: *reading paper*

Lori: The tea's good.

Gavin: Mhm.

Lori: What are you reading?

Gavin: *shakes head* MDPD confirms terrorists terrorize Police Department.

Lori: You're not terrorists.

Gavin: *puts paper down* Doesn't matter. This entire thing is public knowledge now.

Lori: What does that mean?

Gavin: It means this is going to be a lot harder. Right about now security for my team's doubling up.

Lori: Making it harder to get to your boss?

Knock on door is heard

Gavin: *looks at door*

Lori: ...Who is it?

Gavin: I don't know. Look, just run upstairs and hide. I'll deal with this.

Lori: Hey, your home pal. *runs upstairs*

Gavin: *opens door*

Guy2: HEY! I've been lookin' all over for you man. *pats Gavin on back*

Gavin: *frowns* What are you doing here?

Guy2: You didn't answer your phone. The boss is gonna get mad. You don't want him threatening to shoot you again do ya?

Gavin: I suppose not.

Guy2: So what's your progress?

Gavin: Intel hasn't picked up anything new.

Guy2: You knock off a few cops?

Gavin: No. As a matter of fact, the orders I recall to have heard were to scare them, not kill them.

Guy2: Yeah well next time maybe one of 'em will accidentally move in the way.

Gavin: Anything else you wanted?

Guy2: *looks at couch* What, you don't have a room man?

Gavin: It was a hot night.

Guy2: There's a purse on the table. That because of a hot night too? *laughs*

Gavin: *glaring*

Guy2: Ah man, I get it. Bein' alone so much of the time during jobs, it gets hard to deal. So what's her name? Spicy? Ginger? Spicy Ginger?

Gavin: *sigh*

Guy2: So I guess she kicked you out of bed, huh. *laughs*

Gavin: You done?

Guy2: Sure.

Gavin: I think you have some work to get finished so why don't you do that.

Guy2: I got a couple hours.

Gavin: I insist.

Guy2: Fine, man. Just call me before the boss gets ticked again. *leaves*

Gavin: *wipes face*

Lori: *walks downstairs* You uh...Always have 'hot nights'?

Gavin: I didn't know you were listening.

Lori: *smiles* Can't help it, the guy's louder than a trombone in a tunnel.

Gavin: Interesting way to put it.

Lori: *laughs* Well, thanks for lettin' me crash here. Unfortunately I have a job that requires me to actually show up so...I'll see you around.

Gavin: You didn't eat.

Lori: Maybe I'll come back. *winks*

Gavin: *opens door* Have a good day, Lori.

Lori: You too. *leaves*

Gavin: *smiles*

TBC...............
 
oooh! Getting close to the kidnapper! She does like her bad boys.
Thank you for the Speed review, I couldn't remember all the details.
Much love, Geni!
 
I'm just loving this relationship thingy that Lori and Gavin have going on. It's just well, sweet. He's really pulling out the stops for her, just to make her comfortable, and of course she is moving very slowly.

Leave it to the Miami crew to hobart on a crime scene. And that shrewd H...just enough to get Carrie out of their hair..

Great work, Geni!
 
Gah, where did the rest of teh readers go? :eek: Y'all are blowin' in the wind somewhere. :lol:

Anni! Missy! *hugs* Thankies for the reviews. :) Hee.

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Morgue, California

Calleigh: *smiles* We haven't met, I'm Calleigh Duquesne.

Bruce: I'm Bruce.

Calleigh: *smile fades*

Bruce: ME.

Calleigh: Pleasure to meet you.

Carly: *whispers* Awkward.

Calleigh: So COD?

Bruce: Your victim from the adjacent hotel room drowned.

Calleigh: Drowned? He was shot.

Bruce: Oh I've seen a body fall off a building then shot, run over by cars, stuck in sewer drains and then munched on by dogs and that still didn't amount to the cause of death. Turns out he had a tumour.

Calleigh: Okay so he drowned and then was shot post mordem.

Bruce: Did she not just get that?

Carly: *smirks*

Bruce: Your bullet was a .22, not that it matters since it wasn't the COD.

Calleigh: Okay so we need to check the bathtub for evidence.

Bruce: Actually there was no water in his lungs.

Calleigh: *lifts brows* No water in his lungs.

Bruce: *looks at Carly* How did she get this job?

Carly: *crosses arms*

Calleigh: Maybe he choked on his own vomit?

Bruce: Negative. *hands over cup*

Calleigh: What is it?

Bruce: I don't know, but smell it.

Calleigh: *looks at Bruce*

Bruce: Hinky.

Calleigh: *smells substance* ...Vanilla.

Carly: Alright I'm offically confused.

Bruce: I sent a sample to Trace.

Calleigh: Any other physical findings?

Bruce: Yeah. *hands over file*

Calleigh: *opens file*

Bruce: His X-Rays revealed a whole other story. According to that, he's been stabbed, shot, and beaten over the past fifteen years.

Carly: Consistent with ties to a gang.

Calleigh: Mhm.

Delko: *walks in* Got a name on our vic. Inmate records confirm this is Alejandro Ortega. He belongs to a gang called La Flecha.

Calleigh: I guess he was checking up on his team until someone interrupted him.

Carly: With vanilla.

Delko: *lifts brow*

Warehouse, Miami

Gavin: *walks over*

Guy2: About time, man.

Gavin: What do we have?

Guy2: I believe you know agent Stetler.

Stetler: *struggling in chair*

Gavin: How'd you round him up?

Guy2: Dude doesn't lock his door after he gets in his car.

Gavin: Take the tape off of his mouth.

Guy2: *rips off tape*

Stetler: OW! You're gonna pay for this! I tells ya! The last time someone tied me to a chair, there was hell to pay!

Gavin: Yeah I read up on it. You followed your team mates on a tricycle down the highway.

Stetler: They are not my team mates.

Gavin: Where's the money.

Stetler: Pfft, take a hike.

Gavin: *pulls out gun* You have ten seconds.

Stetler: I don't know! I don't know!

Gavin: *nods* Okay, the money you stole from a Cuban gang had to have gone somewhere.

Stetler: Yeah an incinerator and I didn't steal it.

Gavin: See we already checked into that. So let's try again.

Stetler: Even if I did have your money, you'll kill me anyway.

Gavin: Trust me, I don't want to waste a bullet on you.

Stetler: *frowns*

Gavin: *sits* So, where is it?

Stetler: I don't know.

Gavin: Your 'non-team mates' are going to die.

Stetler: Good, finally someone'll foil them once and for all. I salute you.

Gavin: You want to run a lab all by yourself?

Stetler: ...

Gavin: Didn't think so.

Stetler: How do I know you won't kill me?

Gavin: This gun isn't even loaded.

Stetler: What if you're lying?

Gavin: *dismantles gun* Happy?

Stetler: You probably have another one.

Gavin: *tilts head* You're probably right.

Stetler: What do I get out of this?

Gavin: *laughs*

Guy2: *laughs*

Gavin: You get to live.

Stetler: Not good enough.

Gavin: *nods* Okay, I'm listening.

Stetler: If I tell you where the stash is...I want the person who gave me up, dead.

Gavin: And who's the person who gave you up?

Stetler: That little..Pest. Lori. She came in asking for files. I knew it was to help you guys.

Gavin: *looks at Guy2*

Guy2: *shrugs*

Gavin: *looks at Stetler*

Stetler: You get rid of her and I'll tell you where the money is.

Gavin: No. Besides, we already knew who you were and what you did.

Stetler: Fine. Then I want Horatio Caine dead.

Guy2: That's already been aranged, homie.

Stetler: Homie? Is this guy for real?

Gavin: Most people would want to bargain the money for the safety of those people in California. Yet you want them dead. You've just screwed yourself since it's already the plan.

Stetler: Then what can you offer me?

Gavin: I already told you.

Stetler: And I already told you it wasn't good enough.

Guy2: *shrugs* We could kill the girl.

Stetler: See? Now we're on the same page.

Gavin: *stands* That's enough of this. Keep him in this chair and keep him relatively unharmed, please.

Guy2: Whatever. But if he runs, I get to pop one off, right?

Gavin: Make sure he doesn't run. *leaves*

Outside Warehouse

Gavin: *leans against door*

Guy2: *runs over* What's your deal, man? He wants to make a deal, let's make it.

Gavin: He doesn't get to make deals.

Guy2: We're talking about 1.2 mil here. Besides, that little chica got away. Nobody gets away from us. I wouldn't mind goin' a few rounds with 'er.

Gavin: She's in the wind, that's the way it stays.

Guy2: Why.

Gavin: Because she's not worth it.

Guy2: *laughs* Man, she was the one in your house, huh?

Gavin: *frowns*

Guy2: I guess you made a different deal with her. *laughs* Look, I've been there, we've all been there before.

Gavin: It's not like that.

Guy2: Yeah, sure it isn't. Dude, if you wanted a hooker, just go get one.

Gavin: *scratches head*

Guy2: Ah geez, you ain't gettin' all soft on me, are ya?

Gavin: ...

Guy2: *rolls eyes* Are you not like, gettin' this? You do this and you ruin the entire thing.

Gavin: I don't want anybody going near her. You understand?

Guy2: *sigh* Yeah, fine.

Gavin: If anyone so much as drives by her, a bullet goes straight through your head. And believe me, my gun will be loaded.

Guy2: *nods* I get it.

Gavin: Good.

Guy2: What if the boss wants her dead?

Gavin: Tell him he'll have to go through me first. *leaves*

Guy2: No problem dude.

TBC..................
 
OoOoh. It's getting really good, Geni. I'm hooked on wanting to know what's next. So, don't keep us waiting. ;)

Sorry I didn't review earlier. You know how my internet mind works. Oh! An email! :cool:
 
Gah, internet ADD is the worst. *hugs*

Thanks for the review. :D

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Miami PD, 10:30 am

Tripp: *looking through files*

Heather: *walks over* A BOLO was put out on this Gavin guy's car.

Tripp: Good.

Heather: What are you looking at?

Tripp: Just got a fax from Calleigh. One of the victims was part of a gang called La Fl...Fletcher?

Heather: *smirks* It's actually La Flecha.

Tripp: Well word is they're based in California, so it's a dead end unless we get this Gavin fellow.

Heather: *looks at doorway* Speak of the devil.

Tripp: *looks over* Fast work, even for us.

Heather: No radio car outside, I think he turned himself in.

Tripp: Tsk, dumbass.

Interrogation room

Yelina: *sits*

Gavin: *leans back in chair*

Yelina: *flips page of file* You...Were a police officer in Texas.

Gavin: Barely.

Yelina: *nods* You left after two years.

Gavin: If that's what they put on the file, I'll take it.

Yelina: *looks at Gavin* Why'd you turn yourself in?

Gavin: This is the best way to get what I want.

Yelina: You want to go to prison.

Gavin: No. *pulls out gun*

Yelina: *stands, pulls out gun*

Cops run over, people scream

Gavin: *pulls out second weapon, points it at cops* Stop.

Cop: *holding gun*

Gavin: *looks at Yelina*

Yelina: Okay, tell me what you want.

Gavin: I want this to end.

Yelina: *places finger on trigger* How?

Gavin: First of all, get your pigs off my back.

Yelina: *looks at cops, nods*

Cops back up

Gavin: We have Rick Stetler and he's going to die in three hours unless I get that money.

Yelina: What money?

Gavin: *sigh* You people are unbelievable. Predictable, actually. Playing stupid.

Yelina: Then you must know we don't negotiate with criminals.

Gavin: Mhm, which is why this is not a negotiation.

Yelina: The money is in a safe.

Gavin: Where.

Yelina: A cooled safe.

Gavin: You froze the money?

Yelina: It's evidence.

Gavin: Where's the safe?

Yelina: The Crime Lab, down the stairs. It's in a special evidence room where currency and drugs are kept until it heads out to be disposed of.

Gavin: *nods* Since you gave me what I wanted, how about I answer one of your questions.

Yelina: *stares at Gavin*

Gavin: Tick tock.

Yelina: Where's Stetler?

Gavin: Warehouse, on Biscayne. It's a big red warehouse with two windows, there's a jeep parked out front with two men inside. Stetler is up the stairs in the back office tied to a chair but not harmed.

Yelina: *nods*

Gavin: *lowers weapon*

Yelina: *pulls trigger*

BAM

Gavin: *falls against wall* AH!

Cops: *run in*

Tripp: *walks in*

Gavin: *holding arm*

Tripp: You stupid or somethin', kid?

Gavin: *frowning*

Yelina: *places gun on table* I'll send a team out to get Stetler. *leaves*

Tripp: Stand up.

Gavin: *stands*

Heather: *looks over*

Tripp: Got anything to say for yourself?

Gavin: Aren't you a little heavy to be on the force?

Tripp: *frowns*

Heather: *smirks*

Tripp: Get him out of here.

Jail Cell, 5pm

Gavin: *kicks steel cup* I didn't know they still made these for jail cells.

Lori: *standing at door* Evidently they still make idiots for them too.

Gavin: *looks at door*

Lori: *glaring*

Gavin: *crosses arms*

Lori: Do you have a deathwish?

Gavin: I don't really need a lecture from you.

Lori: What's that supposed to mean?

Gavin: It means you're just as reckless, hell, probably more than I am.

Lori: I don't point weapons at cops.

Gavin: Those people have no idea what's going on. They think staring at pieces of paper and looking at fibers in a microscope is going to save their team in California from being murdered in cold blood.

Lori: So that justifies almost starting an armed conflict inside a police precinct!

Gavin: If it scares them and gets them off of their asses, then yes. Staring at pieces of dirt and pressing buttons on a machine isn't detective work.

Lori: No, but it's helped solve a lot of crimes.

Gavin: It's useless.

Lori: Useless? Things would turn out a lot worse if those people didn't sit on their 'asses' looking through microscopes.

Gavin: They're overpaid garbage men.

Lori: *glares*

Gavin: *stares at Lori*

Lori: I should have killed you when I had the chance.

Gavin: Yeah but you didn't.

Lori: Worst mistake of my life apparently. *leaves*

Gavin: Lor-...*sigh*

TBC..........
 
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