I could have sworn I've said this at least three times. :lol: I'll be doing a tenth thread -- which will be my last one. Odd numbers aren't as appealing. 
But I'm also thinking of putting an RT soundtrack together. I listen to music while I write, so I thought some of the ones that go with the moods of this fic might be fun.
But once it's finished, I'll be writing other fics that are less long.
Thanks for the reviews!
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80 days later, because well, time jumps are super
Miami Lab
Horatio: Eric, what are you doing?
Delko: I'm writing a proposal.
Horatio: What are you talking about?
Delko: For us to have road trips instead of investigating cases.
Horatio: Well too bad because we have a case.
Delko: What? No. We just got back.
Horatio: ...Did you really have to buy Geisha makeup and put it on?
Delko: I thought it would look pretty.
Miami Beach, 10am
Calleigh: *snapping photos* Who called it in?
Speed: *opens kit* Little girl was playing on the beach and found this girl behind the rocks. Told her parents.
Calleigh: She looks like a model.
Speed: What gave you that impression?
Calleigh: Manicured nails, expensive garments, straightened hair.
Speed: Maybe she was born with straight hair.
Calleigh: It's curling at the ends.
Speed: Well you would know.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Yelina: *walks over* Spoke to the parents. They don't know the woman.
Alexx: *grabs purse* Well we do. *opens wallet* Gina Abernathy, 21 years old.
Speed: Wait, I've heard of her. She's one of those uh, models that do other things on the side.
Calleigh: What other things?
Speed: Well aside from walking down the runway- which by the way is a strange term since they don't run- they go to social functions as art.
Calleigh: Art?
Speed: Yeah it's the new thing in Miami. Live art.
Calleigh: Explains the jewelery she's wearing.
Speed: I'll bag it.
Calleigh: *snaps photos*
Alexx: Says here she's from Oregon. Maybe she just moved here? Probably to start a career or..Pay tuition for college.
Calleigh: Miami sees a lot of those kinds of girls.
Alexx: *turns girl over* Whoa.
Speed: What?
Alexx: Large gashes in her back. *leans closer* Looks like...Rocks? In the wound? And up here, looks like we might have cause of death. Skull is fractured.
Yelina: I'll try to get in touch with her parents.
Speed: Well those rocks don't look like the same consistancy of these ones on the beach.
Calleigh: Trace?
Speed: If Alexx doesn't mind.
Alexx: You take all the trace you want, baby.
Miami, large house with trees everywhere...You know the kind of houses they have there.
Lori: *opens door* Hey! *hugs Gavin*
Gavin: Hey you're out.
Lori: Mhm. *kisses Gavin* I am.
Gavin: *walks in* It's a nice house. How'd you get it?
Lori: I actually found a job.
Gavin: That's nice but it doesn't answer my question.
Lori: My...Father's wife's mother bought it.
Gavin: That was generous of her.
Lori: She didn't have to do it.
Gavin: Have you even spoken with your parents since you got out?
Lori: ...No. I wanted to settle in first.
Gavin: *nods* So what new job do you have?
Lori: I'm an Executive Firm Manager.
Gavin: ...I have no idea what that is.
Lori: I work at the Reid firm.
Gavin: You mean law firm? How did that happen? I mean before you were just a clerical aid and now you're an executive manager?
Lori: I have a degree.
Gavin: Yeah but from Colombia.
Lori: *smiles* Point is, I'm makin' the big bucks.
Gavin: *smiles* About time.
Lori: Yep. Care to stay for lunch? I'm having a chef come in.
Gavin: You have a chef?
Lori: *smiling* You betcha.
Gavin: *laughs* Well that sounds great. *looks at wall* What's that?
Lori: *turns around* Oh that. *turns back* It's a crucifix. It's not like you've never seen one before.
Gavin: I've seen one before. I meant what is it doing in your house.
Lori: ...It came with the house?
Gavin: Lori.
Lori: Alright fine! I...*rolls eyes* Took the whole spirituality thing to heart. You can make fun of me now.
Gavin: No, I think it's a wonderful thing.
Lori: The truth is...I always kind of believed in that stuff. I just never said anything.
Gavin: As I recall you said something along the lines of 'There's no God'.
Lori: I lied.
Gavin: *smiles*
Lori: Shut up.
Gavin: I see treatment didn't take your 'spirit'.
Lori: *punches Gavin's arm*
Gavin: *laughs*
Large modeling agency, wide open windows everywhere, etc
Calleigh: *smiles* Mister Addison.
Addison: *stands from chair* You're the detectives who called earlier?
Calleigh: Yes. *opens file, places on table* Gina Abernathy was found this morning, dead.
Addison: One of my girls? No, that's impossible.
Speed: Cause of death was a blow to the head.
Addison: *shakes head* I just spoke to her yesterday.
Calleigh: *lifts brows* Really. What did you two speak about?
Addison: She...*clears throat* I really shouldn't be divulging this information as it was a confidential conversation between her and I.
Speed: She's dead. Any conversation you had with her is no longer confidential.
Addison: She...Wanted a raise.
Calleigh: Did you give it to her?
Addison: That is confidential.
Calleigh: It's okay, we'll supoena your financial records.
Addison: Do that.
Speed: Did she have any enemies here?
Addison: This is the modeling business. You don't exactly make friends here.
Speed: Okay, were there any people in particular that...Especially disliked her?
Addison: *thinks* ...No, actually. For a model, she was generally well-liked by the rest of the girls, even though they're older than her.
Calleigh: What does that have to do with anything?
Addison: The younger you are, the better jobs you get.
Calleigh: What kind of jobs was she getting?
Addison: Business parties, large scale club openings, things like that.
Calleigh: May we speak with some of the girls?
Addison: Sure. Have at it.
Dressing room
Speed: *knocks on door*
Girl: I AIN'T READY YET!
Speed: *shows badge through door*
Girl: Oh crap. *runs to door* Wha'd I do?
Speed: I just have some questions about a girl who worked here. Your name is?
Girl: Foxy.
Speed: *blinks* Okay, do you know a girl named Gina?
Foxy: Everyone knows Gina. She didn't do anything bad did she?
Speed: She's dead.
Foxy: *wide-eyed*
Speed: Did she have any enemies?
Foxy: *scoffs* Yeah only the older girls. I mean, I'm 23 and I get enough grief as it is. But she was 17.
Speed: 17.
Foxy: Yeah.
Speed: *sigh* Thanks, that's all the information I needed.
Foxy: Really?
Speed: Yeah.
Foxy: Okay man. You're not after as much info as other cops.
Speed: What do you mean?
Foxy: Some come by because they think we're a porn ring. If you ask me, they should be checking the clubs in town, not respectable businesses.
Speed: Right. Well, thanks for your cooperation. *leaves*
Foxy: *closes door*
TBC...................
But I'm also thinking of putting an RT soundtrack together. I listen to music while I write, so I thought some of the ones that go with the moods of this fic might be fun. But once it's finished, I'll be writing other fics that are less long.
Thanks for the reviews!
**************
80 days later, because well, time jumps are super
Miami Lab
Horatio: Eric, what are you doing?
Delko: I'm writing a proposal.
Horatio: What are you talking about?
Delko: For us to have road trips instead of investigating cases.
Horatio: Well too bad because we have a case.
Delko: What? No. We just got back.
Horatio: ...Did you really have to buy Geisha makeup and put it on?
Delko: I thought it would look pretty.
Miami Beach, 10am
Calleigh: *snapping photos* Who called it in?
Speed: *opens kit* Little girl was playing on the beach and found this girl behind the rocks. Told her parents.
Calleigh: She looks like a model.
Speed: What gave you that impression?
Calleigh: Manicured nails, expensive garments, straightened hair.
Speed: Maybe she was born with straight hair.
Calleigh: It's curling at the ends.
Speed: Well you would know.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Yelina: *walks over* Spoke to the parents. They don't know the woman.
Alexx: *grabs purse* Well we do. *opens wallet* Gina Abernathy, 21 years old.
Speed: Wait, I've heard of her. She's one of those uh, models that do other things on the side.
Calleigh: What other things?
Speed: Well aside from walking down the runway- which by the way is a strange term since they don't run- they go to social functions as art.
Calleigh: Art?
Speed: Yeah it's the new thing in Miami. Live art.
Calleigh: Explains the jewelery she's wearing.
Speed: I'll bag it.
Calleigh: *snaps photos*
Alexx: Says here she's from Oregon. Maybe she just moved here? Probably to start a career or..Pay tuition for college.
Calleigh: Miami sees a lot of those kinds of girls.
Alexx: *turns girl over* Whoa.
Speed: What?
Alexx: Large gashes in her back. *leans closer* Looks like...Rocks? In the wound? And up here, looks like we might have cause of death. Skull is fractured.
Yelina: I'll try to get in touch with her parents.
Speed: Well those rocks don't look like the same consistancy of these ones on the beach.
Calleigh: Trace?
Speed: If Alexx doesn't mind.
Alexx: You take all the trace you want, baby.
Miami, large house with trees everywhere...You know the kind of houses they have there.
Lori: *opens door* Hey! *hugs Gavin*
Gavin: Hey you're out.
Lori: Mhm. *kisses Gavin* I am.
Gavin: *walks in* It's a nice house. How'd you get it?
Lori: I actually found a job.
Gavin: That's nice but it doesn't answer my question.
Lori: My...Father's wife's mother bought it.
Gavin: That was generous of her.
Lori: She didn't have to do it.
Gavin: Have you even spoken with your parents since you got out?
Lori: ...No. I wanted to settle in first.
Gavin: *nods* So what new job do you have?
Lori: I'm an Executive Firm Manager.
Gavin: ...I have no idea what that is.
Lori: I work at the Reid firm.
Gavin: You mean law firm? How did that happen? I mean before you were just a clerical aid and now you're an executive manager?
Lori: I have a degree.
Gavin: Yeah but from Colombia.
Lori: *smiles* Point is, I'm makin' the big bucks.
Gavin: *smiles* About time.
Lori: Yep. Care to stay for lunch? I'm having a chef come in.
Gavin: You have a chef?
Lori: *smiling* You betcha.
Gavin: *laughs* Well that sounds great. *looks at wall* What's that?
Lori: *turns around* Oh that. *turns back* It's a crucifix. It's not like you've never seen one before.
Gavin: I've seen one before. I meant what is it doing in your house.
Lori: ...It came with the house?
Gavin: Lori.
Lori: Alright fine! I...*rolls eyes* Took the whole spirituality thing to heart. You can make fun of me now.
Gavin: No, I think it's a wonderful thing.
Lori: The truth is...I always kind of believed in that stuff. I just never said anything.
Gavin: As I recall you said something along the lines of 'There's no God'.
Lori: I lied.
Gavin: *smiles*
Lori: Shut up.
Gavin: I see treatment didn't take your 'spirit'.
Lori: *punches Gavin's arm*
Gavin: *laughs*
Large modeling agency, wide open windows everywhere, etc
Calleigh: *smiles* Mister Addison.
Addison: *stands from chair* You're the detectives who called earlier?
Calleigh: Yes. *opens file, places on table* Gina Abernathy was found this morning, dead.
Addison: One of my girls? No, that's impossible.
Speed: Cause of death was a blow to the head.
Addison: *shakes head* I just spoke to her yesterday.
Calleigh: *lifts brows* Really. What did you two speak about?
Addison: She...*clears throat* I really shouldn't be divulging this information as it was a confidential conversation between her and I.
Speed: She's dead. Any conversation you had with her is no longer confidential.
Addison: She...Wanted a raise.
Calleigh: Did you give it to her?
Addison: That is confidential.
Calleigh: It's okay, we'll supoena your financial records.
Addison: Do that.
Speed: Did she have any enemies here?
Addison: This is the modeling business. You don't exactly make friends here.
Speed: Okay, were there any people in particular that...Especially disliked her?
Addison: *thinks* ...No, actually. For a model, she was generally well-liked by the rest of the girls, even though they're older than her.
Calleigh: What does that have to do with anything?
Addison: The younger you are, the better jobs you get.
Calleigh: What kind of jobs was she getting?
Addison: Business parties, large scale club openings, things like that.
Calleigh: May we speak with some of the girls?
Addison: Sure. Have at it.
Dressing room
Speed: *knocks on door*
Girl: I AIN'T READY YET!
Speed: *shows badge through door*
Girl: Oh crap. *runs to door* Wha'd I do?
Speed: I just have some questions about a girl who worked here. Your name is?
Girl: Foxy.
Speed: *blinks* Okay, do you know a girl named Gina?
Foxy: Everyone knows Gina. She didn't do anything bad did she?
Speed: She's dead.
Foxy: *wide-eyed*
Speed: Did she have any enemies?
Foxy: *scoffs* Yeah only the older girls. I mean, I'm 23 and I get enough grief as it is. But she was 17.
Speed: 17.
Foxy: Yeah.
Speed: *sigh* Thanks, that's all the information I needed.
Foxy: Really?
Speed: Yeah.
Foxy: Okay man. You're not after as much info as other cops.
Speed: What do you mean?
Foxy: Some come by because they think we're a porn ring. If you ask me, they should be checking the clubs in town, not respectable businesses.
Speed: Right. Well, thanks for your cooperation. *leaves*
Foxy: *closes door*
TBC...................
