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Carly, I swear the butt reconstructor has seen your butt more times than your toilet seat has.
(Okay that was terrible, but it had to be said in the name of bad humour)
^ S'Okay, I wasn't badly hurt. - Well, badly is a relative term but at least my fingers still work, lol.
And oh yeah I was going to answer the question but
Lilly jumped in here and saved the day (
*huggles Lilly*) but I had to leave on a venture to work so I hadn't even had time to update, for which I apologize.
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Hummerhome, 11am
Anni: It's a billion degrees outside.
Colton: If it were a billion degrees, we would be dead.
Lilly: No one asked you.
Colton: No one asked you either.
Calleigh: No one even asked a question!
Delko: You okay Cal?
Calleigh: DON'T TOUCH ME WHEN IT'S THIS HOT!
Delko: I didn't touch you.
Calleigh: *sigh* I can't believe Horatio put black leather seats in here.
Lilly: It's starting to smell like dead cows in here.
Anni: *starts to cry*
Lilly: What?
Anni: Speed always loved dead cows.
Delko: *lifts brow* I thought he loved live cows.
Anni: HE LIKED CHEESEBURGERS! *bawling*
Delko: Where's your kid?
Anni: *stops crying* ...
Delko: You...Didn't leave him in the apartment, did you?
Anni: ...
Delko: ...
Everyone: ...
Lilly: *burps*
Lora: *starts to laugh*
Anni: HUSH!
Lora: *wide-eyed*
Anni: *counts fingers*
Delko: What are you doing?
Anni: This is how I figure things out.
Calleigh: Hey I found a sticky note on the back of Eric's head. *grabs post-it*
Delko: What? What does it say?
Lora: I can't believe you don't even care how that got there.
Delko: Stranger things have happened.
Lora: Like what?
Delko: Wubba monster.
Lora: *screams*
Delko: What! What!
Lora: I'VE HEARD OF THAT!
Delko: *gasp* WHERE!
Lora: I saw it in a magazine! Wait, I have it here. *opens suitcase*
Lilly: You bring magazines with you?
Lora: Not just any magazine. *smiles* PLAYBOY!
Delko: YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND!
Lora: Get lost.
Delko: You were going to show me the ad.
Lora: Yeah right, like you're going to be looking at the ad. *opens page*
Delko: ..
Lora: Is that your Wubba?
Delko: *wide-eyed*
Lora: What?
Delko: SOMEONE STOLE WUBBA!
Calleigh: *reads post-it* Jake width H. I think that means 'Jake with H'.
Anni: Oh thank the lord. *sigh*
Miami
Ryan: *folds clothing open*
Heather: *walks in* Whoa! *holds nose* What the heck is that? Dead fish?
Ryan: It's evidence.
Heather: Well not anymore it's not.
Ryan: *lifts head* Who are you?
Heather: Who who! Who who!
Ryan: ...
Crickets chirp
Heather: Wrong show.
Ryan: What?
Heather: Nothing. *extends hand* The name's Heather. I'm with patrol but I'm observing because I'm curious and rambunctious with a heart of gold. *smiles* At your service.
Ryan: Well service someone else.
Heather: Horatio Caine sent me here. I was bugging the other CSIs too much.
Ryan: *crosses arms* Oh how nice of him to send you my way.
Heather: I know, isn't it cool? *grins* So what are we doing first?
Ryan: *lifts clothing* Smell this.
Heather: HEY! Hey, whoa, I can already smell it. You stick your nose in there.
Ryan: I need a second opinion.
Heather: *frowns*
Ryan: Hey you wanted to do this.
Heather: I believe what I said was 'observe'.
Ryan: *sticks clothes in Heather's nose*
Heather: *screams* WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!
Ryan: What does it smell like?
Heather: It smells like I'm going to beat your ass!
Ryan: *sigh*
Heather: *wipes nose* I can't believe you did that.
Ryan: What does it smell like?
Heather: I don't know. Garbage?
Ryan: Besides that.
Heather: ...Motor oil? Maybe?
Ryan: This was on a floater.
Heather: Why would he have motor oil? Wouldn't it have washed off?
Ryan: Must be a recent stain. Oil's heavier than water so it wouldn't have dissolved.
Heather: And how is motor oil important?
Ryan: *grabs notebook* He worked as a welder in a bike shop downtown.
Heather: There's motor oil in bike shops.
Ryan: Want to observe some more?
Heather: *smiles* Sign me up.
Front of prison building
Guard: *hands over bag* Here you go.
Katie: Thanks. *turns around* ...
Josh: *places hands in pockets*
Katie: Do that again and you'll seem like a mirage.
Josh: Is there a reason I was called here?
Katie: You're driving me home.
Josh: I beg your pardon?
Katie: They released me. Evidence didn't hold up.
Josh: Lucky for you.
Katie: Seriously, stop it.
Josh: *smiles* Can I take your bag for you?
Katie: You can.
Josh: *grabs bag*
Katie: Next time I see a frown, I'm going to slap it off.
Josh: *laughs* Yeah sure you are.
Katie: *walks over to car* ...Your car sucks.
Josh: *opens trunk* You were expecting what, exactly?
Katie: *looks through windows* There's fries on the carpet...Dude I'm not sitting on that.
Josh: You're not sitting on the carpet.
Katie: I'm not sitting
near the carpet.
Josh: Sorry Paris, it's the only thing I've got.
Katie: *squints* You know, you're really annoying.
Josh: *smiling, closes trunk* Thanks.
Katie: *opens door*
Josh: *walks over to other door* You going to stare at it, or go in?
Katie: I'm sorry I had to ruin your day off.
Josh: Don't worry, I have plenty more.
Katie: Why?
Josh: H thinks I'm grieving. Of course you know how he can be.
Katie: Definitely. Are you?
Josh: What?
Katie: Grieving.
Josh: Do I look depressed?
Katie: You don't need to be depressed to grieve.
Josh: Katie, I'm fine. *smirks*
Katie: *looks down at ground*
Josh: *stares at Katie*
Katie: Let's go. *gets into car*
Josh: *nods* ...Alright.
Hummerhome
Delko: This is rediculous.
Carly: What?
Delko: Someone stole Wubba.
Carly: Well it's not like it was trademarked.
Delko: *blank stare* IT WAS MINE!
Lilly: So, what is this 'wubba'?
Delko: The most scary and deadly weapon to ever grace the Earth.
Lilly: *looks at magazine* Kind of looks like a puppet.
Delko: That's what they want you to think.
Calleigh: Oh Eric.
Delko: What?
Calleigh: There is no evil puppet out to get you.
Delko: SHHHHHH! He might hear you!
Calleigh: OH NO!
Delko: *frowns* There's no need to make fun.
Calleigh: *rolls eyes*
Katie's house
Josh: *closes cellphone* Just got off the phone with your lawyer. Here we are.
Katie: *looks at house* This isn't my house.
Josh: Well...Yours kind of had an interstate built through it.
Katie: They demolished my house?
Josh: This one's new.
Katie: Who bought it?
Josh: Well it's not really...Bought persay.
Katie: *stares at Josh*
Chinese woman runs out of house
Woman: GET OFF DA LAWN! GET OFF!
Katie: *steps off lawn*
Woman: Yo bust my flowers, I bust yo American butt.
Katie: *whispers* Why does she sound like a gangster?
Josh: Miss Ching, this is Katie, your new renter.
Ching: OOOH! *grabs Katie* Do yo have lice? TELL ME IF YO HAVE LICE!
Katie: *lifts brow*
Ching: Such nice blonde hair. Yo blend in not so well in China town.
Katie: What about China town?
Josh: You work there.
Katie: I what?
Ching: My helpa. Yo my helpa at store.
Katie: Please tell me I'm about to wake up and see the magnificence that is a six by nine cell.
Ching: HA! SHE SO FUNNY. Come, I take you to Chang.
Katie: Whoa, who?
Ching: My husband.
Katie: Ching and Chang...
Josh: *smirking*
Katie: *frowns*
Josh: *clears throat*
Katie: Excuse me Mrs...Ching. Or..Chang...But I can't stay here. I'm sure that while you have the best of intention-
Ching: No ramble. Come meet Chang. *runs inside, drags Katie*
Josh: Have fun!
Katie: *glares*
Door slams shut
Inside house
Ching: CHANG! CHANG! *speaking fast chinese*
Katie: *looks around*
Ching: CHANG! SHE HERE!
Katie: *sigh* I'm going to kill something.
Chang: *walks in* Ching, how many time do I gotta tell yo no yell when I sleep?
Ching: New girl! Her name is Katie.
Chang: Ooooooooh. She new helpa?
Ching: Mhm.
Katie: *rubs eyes* This couldn't get worse.
A little dog runs over and attacks Katie
Katie: *screams*
Chang: CHONG! DOWN! DOWN BOY!
Dog sits
Katie: Ching, Chang and Chong. You have got to be kidding me. I'm walking into one stereotype after another in this place.
TBC................
