Gosh I swear one of these days we all have to get together on MSN or some other form of MSN ( :lol: ) and have a virtual RT party.
What a fun group.
Welcome back Lora! Glad to see you caught up and it was relatively painless, lol.
As for Gavin -- We'll see him again soon.
Like was said, you guys know me pretty well when it comes down to likeable characters. *cough*Speed*cough*
:lol:
Thanks for the reviews!
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Hummerhome, 7pm
Horatio: Okay team, start loading the fridges.
Calleigh: Fridge
s?
Horatio: Well I figure since there are a bunch of us here, we should have more than one.
Delko: *rubs eye*
Lora: What's wrong with you?
Delko: Horatio punched me.
Everyone: *GASP*
Horatio: Eric, I didn't punch you. You ran away from me and hit your face into the wall.
Delko: IT FELT LIKE YOU PUNCHED ME!
Horatio: Believe me if I had punched you, it would hurt a lot worse.
Delko: ...
Horatio: Now, the refrigerators.
Speed: *walks in* What's with the crates of food?
Horatio: Exactly the man I want to see. Speed, grab the food from the crates and put them in the cupboards.
Speed: Why me?
Horatio: You were the last one who spoke.
Speed: What kind of logic was that?
Katie: The kind that makes you go out and get the food so we can get underway.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: *smiles*
Speed: *walks away*
Anni: *punches Katie*
Katie: OW.
From outside Hummerhome
Speed: Uh, H!
Horatio: *walks out* Yeah?
Speed: There are 50 boxes of mustard and Cheez-its here.
Horatio: And?
Speed: You call this eating properly?
Horatio: I never said we were going to eat properly.
Katie: *runs out* Hey can we put mustard on the Cheez-its?
Speed: *throws box*
Katie: AH! *falls over*
Delko: FOOD FIGHT! *runs out*
Everyone: *runs out*
Horatio: *lifts hand*
Everyone: *stops*
Horatio: We are not having a food fight. And for that? You all get to bring the food in.
Calleigh: What about you?
Horatio: I...*puts on shades* Am supervising.
Speed: That's pretty lame.
Horatio: *looks at Speed*
Speed: Uh...That mustard is YELLOW. I want purple mustard.
Anni: BEER! *hugs boxes*
Lora: Horatio bought us beer? COOL!
Horatio: If you're underage, you can't have any.
Lora: None of us are under age.
Horatio: Oh. *scratches head*
Lora: Did you seriously think I was younger than 21?
Horatio: ...No.
Lora: *frowns*
Horatio: PURPLE MUSTARD! EXCELLENT IDEA! *waves shades* IT SHALL BE DONE!
Anni: It doesn't look any purple...-er.
Horatio: *rubs temples* Miracles take time my dear.
Calleigh: *lifts magazine* Who's is this?
Delko: No one's. *grabs magazine*
Speed: *looks over*
Calleigh: Eric...What magazine was that?
Delko: One with a lot of intelligent articles.
Calleigh: *narrows eyes* You were trying to smuggle smut.
Delko: I WAS NOT! I can't believe you would make such an accusation.
Anni: Alcohol AND porn? I'M SET!
Horatio: No you're not. Eric, burn the magazine.
Delko: I paid 4.95$ for that.
Horatio: It's not my problem.
Delko: If it makes a difference, it was going to stay inside a shoebox in the closet.
Speed: You are not putting anything in closets.
Delko: I can if I want.
Calleigh: Eric, I don't want to find another Snuggles or Sniffles in there.
Delko: ...What if there' already one in there?
Speed: *staring at Eric*
Delko: *looks at Speed* AH! Don't do that.
Speed: Act your age.
Delko: I will when you stop dying.
Speed: I DIDN'T DIE! *stomps away*
Lora: PWNED!
Colton: What the hell does that mean?
Lora: I'm not quite sure but it seems popular.
Horatio: Oh I know that. It's that netspeak stuff. Let me try it out.
Lora:
You're going to try out netspeak?
Horatio: Yep, ne 1 want ne Cheez-its thr oober gud n crnchy wit da cheze n crakrs.
Cellphone rings WTF! Xcuse me, 'tis my bff Yelina. Nbd. Ttfn homies. LOLZ. *grabs phone, walks away*
Everyone: ....
Lilly: *blinks* Okay who else just got the biggest headache?
Lora: I heard Cheez-its and the rest was like WOOSH.
Agrimonte hotel, bar, 10pm
Lori: *drinks*
Bartender: *whips cloth over shoulder*
Lori: *slams glass on table* Hit me up.
Bartender: Is this going to be on your tab or are you actually going to pay for these?
Lori: I'll pay, I'll pay.
Bartender: Well I'd like to see some money.
Lori: You'll get it.
Bartender: Alright. *walks away*
Gavin: *sits down*
Lori: *lowers head*
Gavin: Didn't find you at your room.
Lori: Tada! You found me.
Gavin: *looks at glass* What is that?
Lori: *smiles* I don't know man, I think they're called Screwballs or something. I've had eight. *lifts three fingers*
Gavin: *waves hands* Yeah, well it smells like you've had more than that.
Lori: *lifts finger* A woman never reveals her age.
Gavin: *lifts brow* ...Maybe I should come back when you've sobered up.
Lori: *waves hands* Pish posh. HAHA pish. POSH. POOSH! FOOSH! *laughs, slips off stool* WHOA THERE! *grabs stool* I almost fell right off a there!
Gavin: *grabs Lori* You okay?
Lori: PFFT I'm ALWAYS okay. You okay?
Gavin: Let's get you back to your room.
Lori: NO! I want another one of those Screwball things. HIT ME UP BARKEEP! *slams fists on bar*
Bartender: *looks at Gavin*
Gavin: Uh, Lori I think you're done for the night. *grabs wallet* This should cover it. *puts money on counter* Let's get you upstairs.
Lori: *smiling* OOoohh naughty.
Gavin: I can't believe you did this.
Lori: Did what?
Gavin: You're hammered.
Lori: *laughs* I AM NOT HAMMERED. I'm perfectly OKIE DOKIE. *trips over stool* HEY. *turns around, chops at the air with hands* I know Karate! Who tripped me! *laughs* My arms are purple.
Gavin: *grabs Lori* Let's go.
Lori: OH MY GOD A QUARTER! *dives for floor* I can pay my tab now! ...It's not coming off the floor. GAVIN IT'S NOT COMING OFF THE FLOOR! *starts to cry*
Gavin: *kneels* Sweetie, that's the pattern in the carpet.
Lori: *looks down at carpet* ...I think you may be right...Wait...Left? YOU'RE LEFT!
Upstairs, hallway
Lori: *belches*
Gavin: That wasn't rude at all.
Lori: *laughs* You're silly.
Gavin: Do you have your room card?
Lori: THEY HAVE CARDS NOW? *clings to door* THIS IS SOOO COOL. *puts eye up to door* Okay, beam me up Scitty.
Gavin: It's Scotty.
Lori: Tomato, potato.
Gavin: *lifts brow*
Lori: IT'S NOT OPENING! *kicks door*
Gavin: Whoa, I don't want to have to pay for anything else tonight. Can you check your pockets for the room card?
Lori: *looks down* Oh my God.
Gavin: What?
Lori: I have...POCKETS.
Gavin: *rubs eyes* Okay, yes, you have pockets. Please look in them.
Lori: *reaches into pocket* Haha, it's like my hand has a little cubby hole to rest in when it gets tired. DON'T WORRY LITTLE HAND, SLEEP THE NIGHT AWAY!
Gavin: Shhh, people are sleeping.
Lori: *covers mouth, giggles*
Gavin: Do you have the card?
Lori: *shrugs*
Gavin: Did you bring your purse with you to the bar?
Lori: *bursts out laughing*
Gavin: What?
Lori: I don't own a PURSE.
Gavin: My mistake. Here, I'll check your pockets. *reaches for pocket*
Lori: *backs up*
Gavin: We are not playing this game.
Lori: *staring at Gavin*
Gavin: *steps forward*
Lori: *steps back*
Gavin: What are you doing? *grabs Lori's hand*
Lori: ...
Gavin: I need to get the room card, okay?
Lori: *nods*
Gavin: *grabs card out of pocket* Let's get you in there. *opens door*
Inside room
Lori: *runs inside* Welcome to CASA DE LORI! *twirls around* Woo!
Gavin: Are you going to be okay here by yourself?
Lori: *laughs* How cute.
Gavin: *rolls eyes*
Lori: I'm a gonna be fine, okie dokie? I got the tv, pillows for my fort and lots of peanuts.
Gavin: Everything one needs.
Lori: *smiling* Yep.
Gavin: I'll come visit you tomorrow morning, okay?
Lori: *scrunches nose* I thought you were goin' to TEXAS. The land of asphalt roads and cactuses. I think they have grass too. *scratches head*
Gavin: I've decided to postpone my flightplans.
Lori: How come?
Gavin: I can't leave knowing you're like this.
Lori: Like what? I'M FINE. See? WEEE! *twirls, bangs into entertainment center* OW. *rubs nose* That didn't hurt but it should have.
Gavin: Please don't leave the room.
Lori: You got it bub. *salutes*
Gavin: *steps forward*
Lori: *steps back*
Gavin: What is your problem?
Lori: *shrugs* HEY WANNA GO FOR A SWIM?
Gavin: No I don't, Lori. Besides, you'll probably drown from all the alcohol.
Lori: Oh my GOD they put alcohol in pools?
Gavin: See you tomorrow morning. *leaves*
Lori: Now, the mission to find those peanuts. *passes out*
Next morning, Hummerhome, on the road
Horatio: *drinks coffee*
Missy: *walks over* ...
Horatio: Hi.
Missy: Who's driving the Hummerhome?
Horatio: It's driving itself.
Missy: What?
Horatio: I bought a device that I installed into the main computer. Whenever I get tired, I just input the information and then it drives itself until I get back.
Missy: ...When was this invented again?
Horatio: Yesterday.
Missy: Oh because that makes sense.
Lilly: *walks over* LORA, stop annoying me.
Lora: I'm just wondering is all. I mean, how are we supposed to get to China from here?
Lilly: Your way is wrong.
Lora: No it's not.
Lilly: Horatio, put some sense into her.
Horatio: What's the matter?
Lora: I want to go to China.
Horatio: That's where we're headed.
Lora: Then how come we're not going down?
Horatio: I beg your pardon?
Lora: China's on the other side of the world.
Horatio: Yes...
Lora: Well shouldn't we be digging?
Lilly: See where I got annoyed?
Horatio: Lora, honey, China isn't under the United States.
Lora: Then how come there are so many Chinese here? Everytime I go into Subway, there they are.
Lilly: Oh Lora.
Lora: I'M SERIOUS!
Horatio: Lora, we're heading to New York. It's where the Hummercraft is being fixed.
Lora: What the hell is a Hummercraft?
Missy: Oh you have much to learn young Jedi.
Lora: I LOVE THAT MOVIE! That and Transformers.
Delko: *runs in screaming* I DON'T WANT TO DIG TO CHINA!
Horatio: *looks at Lora*
Lora: *whistles*
Agrimonte, Lori's room
Knock is heard
Lori: *grabs towel, runs out of shower* Just a sec! *runs to door, opens it*
Gavin: *staring at Lori*
Lori: Keep staring and you'll be sitting in a wheelchair waiting for your plane.
Gavin: *blinks* I-I just came to see if you were alright.
Lori: *walks back into room*
Gavin: *walks in*
Lori: Thanks for bringing me back last night.
Gavin: It's no problem.
Lori: So why weren't you on your super important plane ride out of here?
Gavin: Well I had a couple of hours so I came to see you...Just to say goodbye and you were on your what looked to be 12th drink.
Lori: I don't think it was that much.
Gavin: Do you remember anything from last night?
Lori: Yes.
Gavin: *nods*
Lori: That's why I said thanks. So are you leaving now?
Gavin: Well I changed flights so I'm not gone until later today.
Lori: Well gee, whatever will you do with your time? *walks into bathroom*
Gavin: *looks out window* I take it you didn't sleep very well.
Lori: *slams bathroom door*
Gavin: Yikes, I picked a bad time.
Ten minutes later
Lori: *walks out of bathroom* I'm dressed now, you can turn around.
Gavin: Can I ask you something?
Lori: No. You leaving?
Gavin: No.
Lori: *frowns* I have to be at work in a half hour.
Gavin: Good, this won't take longer than three seconds.
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Gavin: You seemed to have an issue with personal space last night, what was that about?
Lori: Why, what were you doing.
Gavin: What? Nothing, no. I just...I was reaching for your card key because you seemed to be having trouble.
Lori: So?
Gavin: You wouldn't let me near you.
Lori: Well maybe drunk me is smarter than sober me.
Gavin: What's that supposed to mean?
Lori: I've been too trusting of you. You might be doing God know's what wherever you're headed and it probably won't be legal. You won't even tell me what it is. How do you expect me to just act like everything's hunky dory?
Gavin: It's legal and I didn't tell you because it's none of your business. I don't understand your need to know
everything.
Lori: *glaring*
Gavin: And I'm not buying this defensive 'I don't know what you're up to' crap.
Lori: *rolls eyes* Right, I forgot, you know me so well. Files and police reports are just words on paper. It doesn't mean you're an expert on me.
Gavin: You're insecure.
Lori: Get out of my hotel room.
Gavin: You use your defenses and sarcasm so you won't have to get close to anyone. You're afraid of intimacy.
Lori: Believe me, I don't want to be
intimate with you.
Gavin: Then why'd you let your guard down?
Lori: People do stupid things.
Gavin: Not you, you have to do everything
perfectly. Lori can never be wrong.
Lori: Look, I CAN'T.
Gavin: Can't what?
Lori: I can't love you. There. Happy now?
Gavin: What do you mean you
can't love me?
Lori: It's...Kind of hard to explain.
Gavin: I'm all ears.
Lori: ...Anytime I...Think about someone...Well, you...I just...Feel sick, scared...I feel like I want to cry.
Gavin: *stares at Lori*
Lori: It's not your fault.
Gavin: I'm sorry.
Lori: I never told anyone. *smirks* I guess it's one of the reasons my relationships never last.
Gavin: It's okay.
Lori: People say I've always been a bit nuts. Maybe I need a shink afterall. *laughs*
Gavin: You're perfect just the way you are.
Lori: *looks at Gavin*
Gavin: I'm sorry for being angry before.
Lori: Me too.
Gavin: *nods*
Lori: *sigh* So I guess you have to leave pretty soon, huh.
Gavin: *shakes head* Work can wait.
Lori: *lifts brow* All of your stuff is headed to Texas.
Gavin: Good, I hope someone has some use for it.
Lori: Look, you should go do your job...Whatever it is.
Gavin: It's not worth losing you.
Lori: *smirks*
TBC..................
*grumbles* Stupid thunderstorm woke me up.
Blah. *kills hail*
But that means I'm awake for another update!
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Hummerhome
Calleigh: *walks out of bathroom* Okay which one of you laid a log and didn't flush.
Everyone: *looks at Eric*
Delko: IT WASN'T ME!
Calleigh: You were the last one in there.
Delko: How do you know?
Calleigh: Camera footage.
Delko: Camera
what?
Calleigh: I found cameras all over the place and checked the tapes.
Delko: Horatio, you put cameras in here?
Horatio: I'm not taking any chances.
Delko: Well then for the record it was an Eatmore bar and it was a joke.
Anni: You don't have...Cameras everywhere, right?
Katie: Why?
Anni: No reason.
Katie: You asked so obviously there was a reason.
Anni: Well it's kind of an invasion of privacy.
Katie: Why? What are you going to be doing?
Anni: *frowns* Nothing.
Katie: Yeah sure.
Anni: HORATIO.
Horatio: Yeah.
Anni: Are there cameras everywhere?
Horatio: Yes.
Anni: THAT SUCKS!
Horatio: Sorry but this place has to have tight security in case I'm not here.
Anni: *rolls up sleeves* You won't be in a second.
Speed: Anni.
Anni: He could be some pervert spying on us!
Speed: Horatio's not a pervert.
Horatio: I'm not going to look at the tapes.
Anni: Where am I supposed to get dressed!
Katie: The closet?
Anni: Funny.
Colton: I don't feel comfortable with cameras when Eric's around.
Delko: Hey! When did I become the pervert?
Colton: H, take out the cameras.
Horatio: Fine. But this place will be much less secure.
Lora: Hey we should make little movies with the cameras. It'll be like Big Brother and then people can watch us all the time!
Lilly: That's a horrible idea.
Lora: Yeah but imagine the money we could make on this soap opera. HEY ever think of doing a remake of a movie? Like T-
Speed/Katie: NO!
Lora: ...Okay. You don't even know what I was going to say.
Delko: Was it Titanic?
Lora: YEAH!
Katie: *punches Eric*
Delko: OW! *rubs arm*
Anni: *glaring*
Speed: *clears throat*
Katie: *laughs* Anni was a poop deck swash buckler. Nerd.
Anni: ARGH! *attacks Katie*
Katie: AHH! *falls over*
Anni: TAKE IT BACK!
Katie: I CAN'T! IT WAS TRUE!
Anni: YEAH WELL I HOPE YOU HAD FUN! *yanks Katie's hair*
Katie: AH! AH! AH!
Horatio: Ladies...
Anni: *grabs Speed's hand* YOU SEE THIS? I OWN HIM!
Katie: Yeah well he still loves me so *sticks tongue out*
Speed: What? No I don't.
Katie: Yes you do.
Speed: No I don't.
Katie: Yes, you do.
Speed: No, I don't.
Katie: YOU DO SO!
Speed: I DO NOT!
Katie: Liar.
Speed: Bitch.
Katie: *GASP*
Anni: MUAHAHAHA!
Horatio: This is going to be a long trip.
Missy: Maybe instead of cameras and self-driving Hummerhomes, you should have created a mute button for those three.
Miami Lab, halls
Josh: *looking down at folder*
Lori: *runs by*
Josh: *looks up, lifts brow*
A/V Lab
Lori: *sits, starts typing*
Josh: *stands in doorway* Don't you have another job?
Lori: *typing*
Josh: Lori.
Lori: Mm.
Josh: You're not supposed to be in here.
Lori: It's okay I cleared it.
Josh: With who?
Lori: Yelina.
Josh: You're lying.
Lori: Yep but the front desk doesn't know that.
Josh: *rolls eyes*
Lori: You're in my light.
Josh: What are you doing?
Lori: Searching.
Josh: Well you might want to try Google. At your own job. You realize it costs money to run the internet here.
Lori: I'm checking the police database.
Josh: I didn't know we had one.
Lori: We don't. Texas does though. They even have a crime lab, imagine that.
Josh: Explain to me why you're checking police records in Texas.
Lori: For fun.
Josh: *frowns*
Lori: Why else would I be checking them?
Josh: I don't know, it's why I asked.
Computer beeps
Lori: AHA. See? I am the master.
Josh: *crosses arms*
Lori: *clicks mouse*
Josh: Isn't that your lover boy?
Lori: *frowns* You know, you're not helping very much. More like hindering.
Josh: Hindering what?
Lori: My investigative investigation.
Josh: I thought you hated cops and everything that had to do with them.
Lori: *staring at screen*
Josh: What.
Lori: Well damn it all to hell.
Josh: What?
Lori: HE'S STILL A COP THAT LIAR!
Josh: *starts to laugh*
Lori: SHUT UP!
Josh: Ha ha, you like cops.
Lori: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! *covers ears*
Josh: BURN.
Lori: LA LA LA LA LA I'M NOT LISTENING LA LA LA!
Josh: I'm telling.
Lori: *stands* Tell and die.
Josh: You can't kill me in a crime lab. You'll be caught.
Lori: *sighs* If there is any bit of family loyalty in there you will not tell.
Josh: I thought you didn't want to belong to this family.
Lori: *frowns*
Josh: *smiling*
Lori: You're a jerk.
Josh: You're in luuuuuuuuve with a cop.
Lori: *slaps Josh*
Josh: *laughs*
Lori: That jerk weed, I'm gonna kill him.
Josh: He'll probably arrest you before you even get near him.
Lori: That's it, I'm writing a snot-o-gram. What's his badge number?
Josh: 1-800-Imacop.
Lori: STOP IT!
Josh: No, it's fun.
Lori: *sits, starts to type* Dear people in charge of hiring people to become cops in Texas....
Josh: Yeah great way to start out a letter.
Lori: *typing* This is to inform you that you all suck. I'm going to bust some heads.
Josh: I can't believe you've resorted to writing angry letters. What happened to the undercover Colombian officer with a law degree bent on saving the country's children from slavery?
Lori: If she had a gun she might go a little nuts.
Josh: *nods*
Lori: *typing* And by the way, I hate your football team.
Josh: That's low.
Lori: HA. It's sent.
Josh: Do you feel better now?
Lori: No. *stands* You wouldn't happen to have a gun lying around would you?
Josh: Oh yeah I hide them all over the lab for safe keeping.
Lori: Really?
Josh: No.
Lori: *frowns*
Josh: You can't kill someone because they chose a certain profession.
Lori: He was part of a gang! A kidnapper! That's his profession! Not some law-abiding protecter and server for all mankind!
Josh: *smirks*
Lori: What.
Josh: Haha, you like a cop.
Lori: *punches Josh*
Carly: *walks in* Josh, you were supposed to meet me in the Ballistics lab fifteen minutes ago. It's called being on time.
Josh: LORI LIKES A COP!
Lori: SHUT IT!
Carly: ...What's wrong with cops?
Lori: ARGH! *stomps off*
Carly: *looks at Josh*
Josh: What?
Carly: That was mature.
Josh: Oh come on.
Café, Miami
Lori: You lying son of a b-word.
Gavin: *looks up from newspaper* Good afternoon to you too.
Lori: I did a little checking on you.
Gavin: And?
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Gavin: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Oh don't act all innocent.
Gavin: You seem on edge, are you okay?
Lori: I ran ALL THE WAY HERE. But I have kickass deodorant so not to worry.
Gavin: Good to know.
Lori: How come you didn't tell me you're a cop?
Gavin: You already knew I was a cop.
Lori: No-No, no. I meant currently.
Gavin: *looks down at paper* Your point?
Lori: Are you like...Undercover or something?
Gavin: A bit.
Lori: A BIT?
Gavin: It's only been three years.
Lori: THREE YEARS?!
Gavin: Are you going to just yell back everything I say? Because you might disturb the rest of the people trying to enjoy their coffee...And silence.
Lori: *sits* You're a stupid head.
Gavin: Thanks.
Lori: So everything you told me was a lie!
Gavin: No, everything I told you was the truth, I just left the police part out of it.
Lori: UGH!
Gavin: Why is it such a problem?
Lori: You just...You...YOU DON'T GET IT!
Gavin: Are you even sure
you get it?
Lori: Look, I don't like cops.
Gavin: That's obviously clear.
Lori: They're just....Too....Heroic and...Ew.
Gavin: *nods slowly*
Lori: Y'know, walkin' around with their stupid radios and their stupid nightsticks and their stupid guns and their stupid badges, saving people with their stupid...Saving people skills. And some of them wear those stupid hats!
Gavin: ...
Lori: And the cars are BUTT UGLY. Stupid racks in the back and stupid computers up front and some of them have stupid unmarked cars with stupid little stupid siren things on top. Don't even get me STARTED on the warrant thing.
Gavin: I didn't realize you felt so strongly.
Lori: You ever realize maybe Superman feels a little left out on the whole crime fighting thing?
Gavin: Superman doesn't exist.
Lori: Okay well most kids dream about being rich and kicking their inferiors out of the way to make it to the top. Not...Making the world a 'better place' by catching criminals and cleaning the streets of the human muck and saving lives. NO.
Gavin: Have you been arrested a lot?
Lori: I KNOW MY RIGHTS YOU CAN'T ASK ME THAT!
Gavin: Okay, I don't have time for this. *places paper on table, stands, leaves*
Outside
Lori: WAIT! *runs over* I wasn't finished.
Gavin: *turns around* I don't need to be yelled at for choosing a job you don't like.
Lori: I'm sorry but...Ugh, it's gross.
Gavin: That's your opinion.
Lori: *sigh*
Gavin: You finished yelling now?
Lori: Yeah, I guess so.
Gavin: Thank you.
Lori: Sorry. I should have mentioned I tend to get over-excited.
Gavin: It's okay.
Lori: ...So...Um...Do you like...Eat doughnuts?
Gavin: *places hands in pockets* I don't prefer them.
Lori: *looks down* OH MAN you have a gun.
Gavin: You're acting like it's the first time you've ever seen one.
Lori: Is that yours?
Gavin: It is attached to me.
Lori: Can I see it?
Gavin: Why?
Lori: Because I want to see it.
Gavin: You're not going to shoot me with it, are you?
Lori: *laughs* No. Besides, I'm much better with a sniper rifle.
Gavin: ...Do I even want to know?
Lori: Nah.
Gavin: *clicks gun, magazine drops out*
Lori: ...
Gavin: *twirls gun, hands it to Lori*
Lori: ...That was...So cool.
Gavin: Sorry, I'm not handing you a loaded weapon.
Lori: *holding gun* Oh I totally get it. This thing is HUGE. Smith and Wesson .45?
Gavin: *shakes head* 10mm MEGAstar. It has a magazine interchangable with a .45 so good guess. Although the safety's a little tricky but it still works well.
Lori: How come you didn't use this one at the warehouse?
Gavin: Didn't want it to get traced back to me in case I lost it. Which by the way would be a tragedy.
Lori: *smiles* Your taste in weapons is amazing.
Gavin: Sorry, I don't have a sniper rifle at home.
Lori: *hands over gun* This isn't exactly standard issue.
Gavin: Well I don't exactly work with the same 'standards'.
Lori: Explain.
Gavin: Sometimes completely obeying the law doesn't get me where I want to be - or who I want to catch.
Lori: That...Is so hot.
Gavin: I thought you didn't like cops.
Lori: The gun distracted me.
Gavin: Yeah, sure, the gun.
Lori: *slaps Gavin*
Gavin: *laughs*
TBC.......................
