Oh my God, my dad calls Horatio 'Red' too. :lol: Though I'm not saying you're a man or my dad or old in any way.
*huggles Anni*
Thanks for the reviews everyone, they're always a delight to read.
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California, next day, Lab
Calleigh: *looking through microscope*
Delko: You get the fax of the locations yet?
Calleigh: *lifts head* Fax?
Delko: Yeah. H was going to fax over the information that this Gavin kid gave up.
Calleigh: Oh.
Delko: You okay?
Calleigh: Yeah. I've just been working late. *smiles*
Delko: When's the last time you got some sleep?
Calleigh: Eric, I'm fine.
Delko: Just asking.
Calleigh: I appreciate the concern.
Delko: ...You worried about it?
Calleigh: About what?
Delko: Whether these guys are smart enough to take us out. I mean, they already tried once right?
Calleigh: I think if we stick to the job, we'll find them before they find us.
Delko: *nods*
Fax machine beeps
Calleigh: Speak of the devil. *turns around, grabs paper*
Delko: *scratches eyebrow*
Calleigh: *staring at paper*
Delko: ...What is it?
Calleigh: Their next target...Is the police department.
Delko: Which one?
Calleigh: *takes off latex gloves* We have to leave.
Delko: Whoa, hold on. How do you even know they'll go after this specific building? There has to be hundreds of precincts.
Calleigh: Doesn't matter.
Delko: We can evacuate every police station.
Calleigh: We're going to have to.
Door creaks open
Delko: *turns around*
Zero: *smiles* Eric Delko. Calleigh Duquesne.
Calleigh: *stares at Zero*
Zero: *pulls out weapon* It's amazing the level of security this place does not have.
Delko: *frowns* So you're going to blow us all up now?
Zero: That's so brutal, so...Impersonal. No. I've got your team in a location as we speak.
Calleigh: You're going to torture them like you did Ortega.
Zero: *grabs paper from Calleigh* Ah. I suspected as much. Gavin doesn't know what he just did. How much did he tell you?
Delko: Everything.
Zero: If he'd told you everything, your team wouldn't be locked up somewhere, would they?
Delko: ...
Zero: *laughs*
Calleigh: All of this over money. I bet you feel proud.
Zero: It's not always about the money. I had a reputation until Horatio Caine and his team of nitwits ruined it all. You think it's easy making a life out of this? That money belonged to me and I was humiliated in front of everyone when it was taken away.
Delko: *places hand on holster*
Zero: *fires weapon*
Delko: AH! *falls to ground*
Calleigh: ERIC!
Zero: *walks away*
Calleigh: Eric, look at me.
Delko: *coughs*
Atrium, Miami
Horatio: *staring out window*
Stetler: *walks over* I just heard the news. I'm sorry about your team. I guess you're just always one step behind.
Horatio: *frowning* Do you have any idea what you've just done?
Stetler: That money was part of an investigation, I wasn't about to incinerate it as soon as I go-
Horatio: And you couldn't tell me before.
Stetler: Eyes and ears only kind of deal, Horatio. You're barely in the lab anyway so I figured you wouldn't notice. You know, since you spend all day with your hands on your hips and not on evidence.
Horatio: *faces Stetler* I have limited patience for you Rick and right now that patience is gone. You want to make another joke, it'll be the last thing you ever say.
Stetler: Is that a threat?
Horatio: You're damn right it's a threat.
Stetler: Well I hope you enjoyed being a Seargent because that's where you're headed after this is over.
Horatio: Jail is where you're headed if you don't tell me where that money is.
Stetler: That's not for you to know.
Horatio: *glares*
Stetler: ...
Horatio: This isn't about politics and rankings this is about the lives of everyone involved so it would be greatly appreciated if you could pull your thumbs out of your ass and help for once.
Stetler: You know what? I'd rather your CSIs die. *walks away*
Horatio: *taps badge with fingers*
Layout room
Carly: *leans on table* I should have stayed.
Josh: *looking at pictures*
Carly: Now they all might be dead.
Josh: *opens files*
Carly: Are you even listening?
Josh: I hear you're moving back to Australia.
Carly: ...The thought had crossed my mind.
Josh: Cait said she and Ethan are going with you.
Carly: I want them to know their grandparents, other family. They need to see some of their roots. I also want them to be somewhere safe with...Different influences than the ones they've had to live with.
Josh: Why are you doing this?
Carly: I don't like liars.
Josh: I've never lied to you.
Carly: Look, you're not a Mini Wheat, you can't just change sides whenever you want to.
Josh: *lifts brow* Mini Wheat?
Carly: *shakes head* That's the only commercial they were showing on the plane right over here. The point is, you're either who you say you are or you aren't.
Josh: It was absolutely stupid of me to doubt the way I felt about you. The way I still do feel about you. You and those kids are everything to me.
Carly: *crosses arms*
Josh: And I know it sounds like a bad country song but it's true.
Carly: *nods*
Josh: I'm sorry.
Carly: *smirks* Yeah, I know.
Hospital, California
Calleigh: *sitting in chair*
Ryan: *runs over* I heard about the whole thing on the radio while I was eating breakfast and and and there was shots fired and and and people gone and and a-
Calleigh: Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah.
Calleigh: Calm down.
Ryan: No problem.
Calleigh: *stands*
Ryan: How's Eric doing?
Calleigh: ...Critical condition.
Ryan: Was he shot in the head? IS IT SERIOUS? DID HE SCREAM OUT MARISOL'S NAME?!
Calleigh: *lifts brow* ...No, he was shot in the abdomen and he's unconscious. No one would be stupid enough to think that up.
Ryan: I just did.
Calleigh: Well you're the product of stupid people thinkin' things up.
Ryan: Are you okay?
Calleigh: No.
Ryan: Oh. Okay.
Calleigh: *flails in front of own face* I promised I would not cry. I will not cry. Whew.
Ryan: It's okay, I cried on the way over here.
Calleigh: *looks at Ryan*
Ryan: I shut the Hummer door on my foot.
Calleigh: *hugs Ryan, starts to cry*
Ryan: I know, my poor foot. *pats Calleigh's back* I'm getting teary again just thinking about it. My Uncle Ron once lost a foot in the war. Although it was a video game and he'd thrown the controller at the tv and the glass shards only severed a couple of toes. *laughs* Man you should have seen the blood though.
Calleigh: *lets go of Ryan*
Ryan: Game controllers are hazards. The public needs to know.
Small café, Miami
Lori: *walks in, sits down* ...I take it H cleared you.
Gavin: *looks up from paper* You're not supposed to be here. I promised I wouldn't speak to you.
Lori: They let you out?
Gavin: Yeah your boss arranged it.
Lori: Good.
Gavin: I really don't think you should be here.
Lori: Why?
Gavin: Because I don't like to break promises.
Lori: *rolls eyes* I just have one question. Did you manipulate me into getting you files?
Gavin: *lifts brow* What are you talking about?
Lori: When we broke into the PD.
Gavin: Lori, I haven't manipulated you into anything.
Lori: Well he seemed to think so.
Gavin: Horatio? He's a cop, of course he thought that.
Lori: Yeah...Besides I can't be mind man-handled anyway.
Gavin: *smiles*
Lori: *stares at Gavin* ...Haha..Ha...HEY LOOK AT THE TIME! *looks at wrist* I'm not wearing a watch!
Gavin: *smile fades*
Lori: Oh thank God, please don't do that again.
Gavin: I think I'm confused.
Lori: Nothing...I just...Really hate being related to my mother.
Gavin: Uh...Huh.
Lori: But hey! Look at you all free and stuff.
Gavin: Somehow I don't really think I deserve to be out here.
Lori: Sure you do. Hell, I beat the crap out of a Columbian guy with a frying pan and I'm still breathing free.
Gavin: *stands, walks away*
Lori: What! It was a joke! *follows*
Outside
Lori: You need to loosen up.
Gavin: *walking* You're not supposed to be talking to me.
Lori: What's Horatio going to do? Tie me to the police department for all eternity? Wave his shades and keep me in an ice block the rest of my life? Which you have to admit would be pretty cool but kind of...Well, cool. Literally.
Gavin: *rolls eyes*
Lori: OH! I bet that's how he keeps his hair so red. Waves the shades and they'll stay a forever shade of ginger. I bet he's holding a fountain of youth across his eyes. Then again he hasn't exactly aged as well as one would think with all of the wrinkles and black suits. He looks like friggin' death warmed over and took his form. You think the death would want to prevent death? Excellent cover for the grim reaper you gotta admi-
Gavin: *stops walking* I'm sorry but do you ever stop talking?
Lori: *smiles* If you can find my off button, sure.
Gavin: Are you flirting with me?
Lori: WHAT? No! No no. No I wasn't.
Gavin: I think you were.
Lori: No.
Gavin: Yes.
Lori: No.
Gavin: Yeah.
Lori: No. See, I'm just always like this. Tooty and fruity, crazy for cocoa puffs, after my own lucky charms you name it.
Gavin: *stares blankly*
Lori: This is awkward. *flails* Okay we got off on the wrong train station here. I, do not think of you as anything but an aquaintance. Seriously. I just get peppy sometimes. Must be the blondeness in me, it makes me act like a cheerleader sometimes. Although my hair is brown but it used to be blonde but that was a long time ag-
Gavin: You're rambling again.
Lori: Was I? See I tend to do that sometimes. I should look into a career as a telemarketer, I'd kick ass. You know how much toner I could sell?
Gavin: No one would be able to understand what you're saying.
Lori: *laughs* HA! GOOD ONE! *slaps Gavin*
Gavin: *looks down at arm*
Lori: You know what? Just forget I said anything at all. This conversation never happened. At all. I'm standing in the Art and Deco community near a small café alone and I'm insanely talking to myself. Perfect. I could have SWORN there was a Wal-Mart down that street before.
Gavin: *smirks*
Lori: *covers eyes* You know what? I'm backing up now. Backing up all the way into the past so I don't have to re-do the past fifteen minutes. And since I don't seem to have a watch, I'll just assume it's been fifteen minutes. *falls over garbage cans* AH!
Gavin: *looks around*
Lori: *stands up, brushes self off* Well, lesson learned. Don't back up and cover your eyes at the same time. It throws EVERYTHING off. Although I could clearly hear the garbage can. Wait, you don't think less of me because I fell over a garbage can, do you?
Gavin: Actually that part was thoroughly entertaining.
Lori: *frowns*
Gavin: You've got a banana peel in your hair.
Lori: *grabs banana peel* Mmm, potassium. *throws peel* So, I will see you sometime in the future. *walks away*
Gavin: You forgot your shoe.
Lori: *turns around* ...*looks down*
Gavin: *walks over, hands over shoe*
Lori: Thanks.
Gavin: You might want to try walking through the blocks that the garbage men have already been down.
Lori: *nods* Good advice.
Gavin: *smiles*
Lori: *staring at Gavin*
Gavin: ...Weren't you leaving?
Lori: *blinks* What?
Gavin: You were leaving.
Lori: Oh. Oh yeah, yeah I am. And well I just realized I have absolutely no way of getting anywhere except to walk and and well no one likes to walk in this heat so I think I'll just call my mommy, go home, flop on my bed, write in my diary and act like a girl. It'll be a nice change.
Gavin: I can give you a ride home.
Lori: I-I considered that for all of 2.35 seconds. But I'm going to have to pass. I'll completely forget what I was going to write in my diary and WHEW well that's never a good thing. Never leave a blank page, I always say.
Gavin: Are you okay?
Lori: Oh definitely. So you, you keep fightin' the good fight *salutes* and I will see you sometime later. *runs away*
Gavin: *laughs*
Katie's house, 3pm
Katie: *dusts fat chinese man* This guy needs to stop being a piece of furniture.
Lori: *runs in* MOM!
Katie: *turns around* Did you just run all the way here?
Lori: *runs hands through hair* How could you tell?
Katie: You're missing a shoe.
Lori: *looks down* AH COME ON!
Katie: So what are you doin' here?
Lori: Just came by to visit. That's not a crime, is it?
Katie: Nope.
Lori: What's with the fat chinese guy?
Katie: That's Chong. He's more of a decoration than a human being.
Lori: I bet the smell sure attracts the neighbors.
Katie: Lori.
Lori: Sorry.
Katie: Want some lunch?
Lori: What are you cooking?
Katie: Rice.
Lori: Well that's great if you're hungry and want ten million of something.
Katie: *grabs plates*
Lori: *sits*
Katie: You seem pleasant today.
Lori: It's a nice day.
Katie: Mhm. What's his name?
Lori: Oh please, mother.
Katie: *slops rice onto plate*
Lori: *looks at plate*
Katie: It's a little hard.
Lori: *pokes rice with fork, fork breaks* ...Just a bit.
Katie: So?...
Lori: *looks at Katie* So what?
Katie: His name.
Lori: It's nothing. Really.
Katie: Alright, suit yourself.
Lori: But if it was...
Katie: *looks at Lori*
Lori: I totally just acted like a girl around him.
Katie: *laughs*
Lori: Nice, laugh at your only daughter.
Katie: What did you do?
Lori: I rambled, fell and said something about a diary, I'm not sure.
Katie: Awwwwwwwwww! *flails*
Lori: *frowns*
Katie: So is he cute?
Lori: That's...Not quite how I'd put it.
Katie: *lifts brow*
Lori: *shakes head* Nevermind. *stands, grabs bread from top of fridge*
Katie: I think that's moldy.
Lori: ...Wonderful. I might as well eat out of the garbage while I'm here.
TBC................
