:lol: Lora, I understood you perfectly fine. Maybe you should lay off the apple martinis eh?
And I think I said it before in here but I'm probably going to do ten whole threads. Ie: Next thread will go to 1000 posts. So there's still a little bit left. After that, I'm going to shove myself into RT retirement....And probably write more fics, lol.
Anni, the team is going to be in all sorts of foibles.
Heather! *huggles* Welcome back!
Thanks for the reviews!
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Chapel, Texas, 5pm
Woman: *smiling* Okay everyone, let's sit around a circle and share our stories. Bill, how about you go first.
Bill: *scratches head* Well I uh, robbed a liquor store and then with that money I robbed a drug dealer and took all of his smack but it turns out it was fake smack and I smoked it all and here I am because of a court order.
Woman: *smiling* Very good Bill. How about you Jolene?
Jolene: *twitching* I drove down a freeway drunk in reverse going the wrong direction.
Woman: *smiling* Excellent. Sam, how about you?
Sam: *blinking* I *blinks* Kicked *blinks* My *blinks* Neighbor's *blinks* Papillon dog *blinks* In the butt *blinks* Because *blinks* He *blinks* stole my *blinks* weed, man.
Woman: *smiling* I bet he was a fighter.
Sam: Yes ma'am. *blinks*
Woman: Charlie, how about you?
Charlie: I bought expired beer off of Ebay in a stupid bet to prove I wouldn't die and then I accidentally ran over my friend with his Mercedes.
Woman: *smiling* That's a doozy. Okay Lori, how about you?
Lori: ...
Woman: Lori?
Lori: Do I really have to share? I mean, y'alls stories made me...Speechless, really.
Woman: *smiling* It'll be fun Lori.
Lori: *sigh* Well, it all started with a trip to Colombia when I was five.
Three hours later
Everyone: ...
Lori: So that's pretty much what happened.
Woman: *smile fades* ...You sure you're not suicidal?
Lori: *frowns*
Priest: *walks in* Hello everyone.
Woman: *smiles* Father, we were just finishing up.
Priest: No no, my chapel is your chapel. Please, take your time.
Woman: But...We're finished.
Priest: Oh. Well, by all means, set your chairs in an orderly fashion at the back.
Woman: *stands* You heard him clan, let's hop to it! *claps*
Everyone stands and grabs their chairs and leave
Lori: *places hands in pockets*
Priest: I heard some of your story back there.
Lori: Were you hiding in the confessional again?
Priest: *chuckles*
Lori: So, am I fixed yet?
Priest: Patience is a virtue. Or at least that's what they say.
Lori: Well I've never really been very patient.
Priest: You've only got 75 days left of treatment anyhow.
Lori: Seems like a prison sentence to me.
Priest: Didn't you volunteer?
Lori: I did.
Priest: I suppose we all make our own prisons.
Lori: Mhm.
Miami, Trace Lab
Carly: *walks in* ...Wow. Did I just walk into a parallel universe?
Gavin: *looking through microscope* Caught a break in the case.
Carly: What break?
Gavin: Substance on the maid's running shoes.
Printer beeps
Gavin: *walks over to printer*
Carly: You processed the shoes?
Gavin: Ryan had some spare time. *reads paper*
Carly: Okay, so what does it say?
Gavin: *smiles* Sodium, potassium chloride, pancurionium bromide and a list of everything toxic.
Carly: Alright the company uses some of those products in their cleaning bottles. The rest seem more...Pharmaceutical.
Gavin: Everything listed here was in the kid's blood stream.
Carly: I just think it's all a little circumstantial.
Gavin: *looking down at paper*
Carly: We need more evidence.
Gavin: The kid's dad works for a pharmaceutical company. He has a PHD.
Carly: We'll look into it.
Interrogation room
Carly: *looks down at folder* Jacob Rogers...It was good of you to come down.
Jacob: Can I see my daughter?
Carly: I'm afraid not. So, you work for a pharmaceutical company?
Jacob: Yeah. What does that have to do with my daughter?
Carly: It's routine.
Gavin: *leans against wall, crosses arms* You have access to chemicals, right?
Jacob: Of course.
Gavin: Are you familiar with these? *places paper on table*
Jacob: ...Those are run of the mill medicines.
Carly: Your daughter was killed with a combination of those.
Jacob: ...Wait...You're not saying I did this?
Gavin: I understand back in the 70s you were present as a consultant in various executions in Florida.
Jacob: So?
Carly: You see why this makes you look guilty?
Jacob: I didn't kill my daughter!
Gavin: *places photo on table*
Jacob: *turns head away*
Gavin: Someone made it look like suicide. Conveniently while you were out of town.
Jacob: Exactly, I was out of town. I couldn't have killed my daughter.
Carly: How about the maid? She was in town.
Jacob: You think Maria could have done something like this?
Gavin: Maria. It's...Kind of informal for an employee.
Jacob: *frowns*
Carly: Either you tell us what happened or the evidence will.
Jacob: I'm not saying a thing. I think I'd like to call my lawyer.
Layout room
Heather: *crosses arms* You wanted all the evidence out?
Carly: *walks in* Yeah, is this all the stuff you took from Maria Fuentes' locker?
Heather: Yeah sneakers, photographs of her family things like that.
Gavin: *staring at table*
Heather: I don't know how this is going to connect her to the crime scene.
Carly: We know she was there in the last fourteen days which fits the time frame of our murder. The chemicals on her shoe are gravitational.
Heather: So if she had a syringe, it could have dripped.
Carly: Potassium chloride, sodium. All within her reach so that means opportunity. What about the other ones? She had to have gotten them somewhere.
Gavin: No.
Carly: No?
Gavin: It doesn't make sense. Sure, she has the chemicals but I think that was just a convenience.
Carly: How?
Gavin: The dad has access to the other two chemicals in her system while the maid had access to the rest. What if they planned this together?
Heather: So what's the motive?
Gavin: I think daughter saw daddy dearest and the maid together.
Carly: Thank God people are predictable.
Gavin: *picks up photograph, turns it over* May 12th, 1998. This looks hand-written, right?
Carly: Yeah.
Gavin: You have the log from the condo?
Carly: It's right here.
Gavin: *picks up log*
Carly: *smirks*
Gavin: Looks like a visible match to me.
Interrogation room
Maria: *drinks cup of water*
Carly: *sits* We know what happened.
Maria: I don't know what you mean.
Carly: You and Mister Rogers were having an affair. His daughter caught you and was planning on telling her mother. So you and him devised a plan to shut her up. Him with his pharmaceutical experience and access to some potent stuff and you with access to their condo while he was away -- giving him the perfect alibi. But the problem was, he couldn't get all the supplies he needed without drawing attention so you had to get the rest of the drugs. Then once she was dead, you made it look like suicide. Pretty clever. I bet the blood we recovered on the glass will turn out to be yours.
Maria: I could have been deported back to Cuba if her mother found out. I had no other choice.
Gavin: Well it looks like you got what you wanted. You'll be staying in America for life. Too bad you won't see much of it.
TBC.................
And I think I said it before in here but I'm probably going to do ten whole threads. Ie: Next thread will go to 1000 posts. So there's still a little bit left. After that, I'm going to shove myself into RT retirement....And probably write more fics, lol.
Anni, the team is going to be in all sorts of foibles.
Heather! *huggles* Welcome back!
Thanks for the reviews!
*******************
Chapel, Texas, 5pm
Woman: *smiling* Okay everyone, let's sit around a circle and share our stories. Bill, how about you go first.
Bill: *scratches head* Well I uh, robbed a liquor store and then with that money I robbed a drug dealer and took all of his smack but it turns out it was fake smack and I smoked it all and here I am because of a court order.
Woman: *smiling* Very good Bill. How about you Jolene?
Jolene: *twitching* I drove down a freeway drunk in reverse going the wrong direction.
Woman: *smiling* Excellent. Sam, how about you?
Sam: *blinking* I *blinks* Kicked *blinks* My *blinks* Neighbor's *blinks* Papillon dog *blinks* In the butt *blinks* Because *blinks* He *blinks* stole my *blinks* weed, man.
Woman: *smiling* I bet he was a fighter.
Sam: Yes ma'am. *blinks*
Woman: Charlie, how about you?
Charlie: I bought expired beer off of Ebay in a stupid bet to prove I wouldn't die and then I accidentally ran over my friend with his Mercedes.
Woman: *smiling* That's a doozy. Okay Lori, how about you?
Lori: ...
Woman: Lori?
Lori: Do I really have to share? I mean, y'alls stories made me...Speechless, really.
Woman: *smiling* It'll be fun Lori.
Lori: *sigh* Well, it all started with a trip to Colombia when I was five.
Three hours later
Everyone: ...
Lori: So that's pretty much what happened.
Woman: *smile fades* ...You sure you're not suicidal?
Lori: *frowns*
Priest: *walks in* Hello everyone.
Woman: *smiles* Father, we were just finishing up.
Priest: No no, my chapel is your chapel. Please, take your time.
Woman: But...We're finished.
Priest: Oh. Well, by all means, set your chairs in an orderly fashion at the back.
Woman: *stands* You heard him clan, let's hop to it! *claps*
Everyone stands and grabs their chairs and leave
Lori: *places hands in pockets*
Priest: I heard some of your story back there.
Lori: Were you hiding in the confessional again?
Priest: *chuckles*
Lori: So, am I fixed yet?
Priest: Patience is a virtue. Or at least that's what they say.
Lori: Well I've never really been very patient.
Priest: You've only got 75 days left of treatment anyhow.
Lori: Seems like a prison sentence to me.
Priest: Didn't you volunteer?
Lori: I did.
Priest: I suppose we all make our own prisons.
Lori: Mhm.
Miami, Trace Lab
Carly: *walks in* ...Wow. Did I just walk into a parallel universe?
Gavin: *looking through microscope* Caught a break in the case.
Carly: What break?
Gavin: Substance on the maid's running shoes.
Printer beeps
Gavin: *walks over to printer*
Carly: You processed the shoes?
Gavin: Ryan had some spare time. *reads paper*
Carly: Okay, so what does it say?
Gavin: *smiles* Sodium, potassium chloride, pancurionium bromide and a list of everything toxic.
Carly: Alright the company uses some of those products in their cleaning bottles. The rest seem more...Pharmaceutical.
Gavin: Everything listed here was in the kid's blood stream.
Carly: I just think it's all a little circumstantial.
Gavin: *looking down at paper*
Carly: We need more evidence.
Gavin: The kid's dad works for a pharmaceutical company. He has a PHD.
Carly: We'll look into it.
Interrogation room
Carly: *looks down at folder* Jacob Rogers...It was good of you to come down.
Jacob: Can I see my daughter?
Carly: I'm afraid not. So, you work for a pharmaceutical company?
Jacob: Yeah. What does that have to do with my daughter?
Carly: It's routine.
Gavin: *leans against wall, crosses arms* You have access to chemicals, right?
Jacob: Of course.
Gavin: Are you familiar with these? *places paper on table*
Jacob: ...Those are run of the mill medicines.
Carly: Your daughter was killed with a combination of those.
Jacob: ...Wait...You're not saying I did this?
Gavin: I understand back in the 70s you were present as a consultant in various executions in Florida.
Jacob: So?
Carly: You see why this makes you look guilty?
Jacob: I didn't kill my daughter!
Gavin: *places photo on table*
Jacob: *turns head away*
Gavin: Someone made it look like suicide. Conveniently while you were out of town.
Jacob: Exactly, I was out of town. I couldn't have killed my daughter.
Carly: How about the maid? She was in town.
Jacob: You think Maria could have done something like this?
Gavin: Maria. It's...Kind of informal for an employee.
Jacob: *frowns*
Carly: Either you tell us what happened or the evidence will.
Jacob: I'm not saying a thing. I think I'd like to call my lawyer.
Layout room
Heather: *crosses arms* You wanted all the evidence out?
Carly: *walks in* Yeah, is this all the stuff you took from Maria Fuentes' locker?
Heather: Yeah sneakers, photographs of her family things like that.
Gavin: *staring at table*
Heather: I don't know how this is going to connect her to the crime scene.
Carly: We know she was there in the last fourteen days which fits the time frame of our murder. The chemicals on her shoe are gravitational.
Heather: So if she had a syringe, it could have dripped.
Carly: Potassium chloride, sodium. All within her reach so that means opportunity. What about the other ones? She had to have gotten them somewhere.
Gavin: No.
Carly: No?
Gavin: It doesn't make sense. Sure, she has the chemicals but I think that was just a convenience.
Carly: How?
Gavin: The dad has access to the other two chemicals in her system while the maid had access to the rest. What if they planned this together?
Heather: So what's the motive?
Gavin: I think daughter saw daddy dearest and the maid together.
Carly: Thank God people are predictable.
Gavin: *picks up photograph, turns it over* May 12th, 1998. This looks hand-written, right?
Carly: Yeah.
Gavin: You have the log from the condo?
Carly: It's right here.
Gavin: *picks up log*
Carly: *smirks*
Gavin: Looks like a visible match to me.
Interrogation room
Maria: *drinks cup of water*
Carly: *sits* We know what happened.
Maria: I don't know what you mean.
Carly: You and Mister Rogers were having an affair. His daughter caught you and was planning on telling her mother. So you and him devised a plan to shut her up. Him with his pharmaceutical experience and access to some potent stuff and you with access to their condo while he was away -- giving him the perfect alibi. But the problem was, he couldn't get all the supplies he needed without drawing attention so you had to get the rest of the drugs. Then once she was dead, you made it look like suicide. Pretty clever. I bet the blood we recovered on the glass will turn out to be yours.
Maria: I could have been deported back to Cuba if her mother found out. I had no other choice.
Gavin: Well it looks like you got what you wanted. You'll be staying in America for life. Too bad you won't see much of it.
TBC.................