:lol: Hey I'd take that over Monopoly money anyday.
Careful What You Wish For
Next morning, Miami Lab
Speed: *looking down at folder*
Carly: Hey.
Speed: Hey.
Carly: You talk to Horatio?
Speed: No why?
Carly: ...He hasn't spoken to you.
Speed: I haven't seen him in three days.
Carly: He didn't call?
Speed: No, he didn't. Is there something I should know, or are we playing the 'who heard from Horatio last' game?
Carly: That's a real game?
Speed: What's going on.
Carly: He got called to a crime scene this morning.
Speed: *flips page of folder* Sounds exciting.
Carly: It's Lori.
Speed: *looks at Carly* ...She's not in Miami.
Carly: She's been in Miami for a month.
Speed: Why?
Carly: She was helping Horatio investigate the crime in Cuba.
Speed: Something tells me that's not all of it.
Carly: While they were investigating, something came up.
Speed: What.
Carly: Brad Jackson.
Speed: *frowns*
Carly: We can't find him but the landlord at Lori's apartment found her lying at the bottom of a stairwell, blood everywhere.
Speed: Is she dead?
Carly: No. She's unconscious.
Speed: Where is she?
Carly: Grace Memorial.
Speed: Where's Horatio?
Carly: He's at the crime scene.
Speed: *hands folder to Carly*
Carly: Where are you going?
Speed: Crime scene. *leaves*
Carly: I-...Okay.
Apartment complex, main stairwell
Horatio: Calleigh.
Calleigh: *shining flashlight over stairwell* Blood. It's everywhere.
Horatio: Collect samples please.
Calleigh: Of course.
Speed: *walks in* H.
Horatio: *turns around* ...Speed. I didn't call you.
Speed: Why didn't you tell me she was in Miami?
Horatio: She didn't want me to tell you.
Speed: What happened.
Horatio: Well, right now we're still trying to figure that out.
Speed: Was it Brad? Did he do this?
Horatio: We're still collecting evidence.
Speed: I want to help.
Horatio: That's not a good idea.
Speed: Why?
Horatio: You know why. It's a conflict of interest.
Speed: I don't care.
Horatio: I do.
Calleigh: *walks over* Horatio, I think it's alright if he works this case.
Horatio: I appreciate your confidence in his abilities as a CSI, but this isn't your decision.
Calleigh: I'll look out for him. If he crosses the line, he's off the case.
Horatio: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *staring at Horatio*
Horatio: Okay. One mistake and you're gone. You understand me son?
Speed: Yeah.
Horatio: Good. Get to work. I'll be at the hospital. *leaves*
Calleigh: *walks over to stairwell*
Speed: ...Thanks.
Calleigh: I know what it's like to lose a child.
Speed: *nods* So what's the theory?
Calleigh: Well I've been looking at this stairwell and I found blood drops. Directionality points downward.
Speed: So she was at the top of the stairs.
Calleigh: There's hair up here on the banister. Blonde.
Speed: *walks up stairs* Hers?
Calleigh: Possibly. *grabs tweezers* Fellicular tag is attached so it was pulled out.
Speed: There was a struggle at the top of the stairs.
Calleigh: *looks at hair* I'll get this over to DNA.
Speed: *looks down at banister*
Calleigh: You find something?
Speed: *looks over banister* Scratch marks on the top and side. They run halfway down.
Calleigh: She fell over the banister.
Speed: There's blood and hair on it.
Calleigh: That would be the head trauma. Explains the amount of blood on the floor.
Speed: Were there any witnesses?
Calleigh: A womand upstairs said she heard screaming. She's talking to Tripp right now.
Speed: *looks around*
Calleigh: You okay?
Speed: Let's take a look at the blood pool.
Calleigh: Why?
Speed: *walks downstairs*
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
Downstairs, blood pool
Calleigh: *kneels* What are we looking for?
Speed: *digs through blood*
Calleigh: *exhales* I'll never get used to the smell of rotting blood.
Speed: *picks up object*
Calleigh: *squints* What is that?
Speed: Looks like...A match book.
Calleigh: Does Lori smoke?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: You think it's the attacker's?
Speed: I don't know but it might help lead us to him.
Calleigh: You think Lori left it here intentionally.
Speed: *wipes match book* Summerfield Suites, 5710 Blue Lagoon Drive.
Calleigh: That's near the airport.
Speed: Expensive place too. Access to Coral Gables, South Beach, and downtown Miami. Two bedroom suites, high-speed internet access, grocery delivery...
Calleigh: He would have needed a lot of money to stay at a place like that.
Speed: I think we should check it out.
Calleigh: Yeah. I'll drive.
Speed: No. I'll drive.
Calleigh: Are you going to kill us?
Speed: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *smiles* The wheel's all yours.
Hospital
Horatio: *places down kit*
Nurse: *walks in* You're Lieutenant Caine?
Horatio: That's right.
Nurse: The doctor told me you were coming.
Horatio: What's her condition?
Nurse: Stable. There was some swelling in her brain but it's gone down.
Horatio: Did she say anything when you brought her in?
Nurse: She was semi-responsive. EMTs asked her if she knew her name and where she was, but it didn't seem like she knew what was going on.
Horatio: Do you know where I can find the EMT who talked to her?
Nurse: He's still in the lobby filling out paperwork. I'm not sure if what she said is going to be very helpful. She seemed very confused.
Horatio: Thank you ma'am. *walks away*
Nurse: *shakes head*
Lobby
Horatio: Excuse me sir.
EMT: Yeah?
Horatio: I'm Lieutenant Horatio Caine with Miami Dade CSI, I wanted to ask you a few questions about a patient you brought in this morning. She was found in an apartment complex.
EMT: Yeah. *sigh* That girl's a fighter.
Horatio: Did she say anything to you?
EMT: It's hard to tell. She was speaking, but it would hardly be classified as cognitive thought. She had lost a lot of blood and there was swelling around her brain.
Horatio: What did she say?
EMT: Something about speeds, a black car, uh...And La Hacienda. After that she wasn't very responsive.
Horatio: La Hacienda, that's a condo in Coral Gables.
EMT: I guess.
Horatio: Thank you. *on cellphone* Eric, meet me at La Hacienda Condos.
TBC..................