Here I've Fallen
Hummerhome, 10:45 pm
Horatio: Here we are! Sunny California!
Katie: ...Looks kind of dark.
Horatio: Well it'll be sunny in the morning.
Colton: Oh man I thought I was going blind. I was like "ZOMG WHERE IS THE SUN!"
Calleigh: Did you just say 'zomg'?
Colton: ...Must be the breath strips in my eye. Probably seeping into my brain.
Delko: I had crayon wax seeping into my brain one time. Man my ear was leaking midnight blue for two days.
Jess: Um...That wasn't long ago.
Delko: Oh. Well I should be careful with crayons then.
Jess: Maybe you should stick to people food.
Horatio: Eric, I don't want to see another crayon in your hand.
Delko: Sure thing boss. *salutes*
Horatio: ...Is that a crayon?
Delko: This? ...No it's a...Wax pencil.
Horatio: Give me the crayon.
Delko: *hands over crayon*
Horatio: And the other one.
Delko: ...Fine. *hands over crayon*
Horatio: ...And that one too.
Delko: Man this isn't fair. You wouldn't ask a suspect to hand over his crayon.
Horatio: If it was evidence, I would.
Delko: This isn't evidence. And that line was SO stolen.
Horatio: I don't know what you mean.
Delko: Nevermind.
Horatio: Give me the crayon in your sock.
Delko: I don't have one in my sock!
Horatio: *crosses arms*
Delko: ...Alright fine. Party pooper.
Josh's house, 10:50 pm
Josh: *coughs*
Cait: *opens eyes*
Josh: *holding Cait*
Lori: *sits up* Whew! That was a doozy of a kick there.
Josh: *coughs, spits blood*
Lori: ...Whoa did I just shoot you?
Josh: *groans*
Lori: OH CRAP. Oh crap...Oh crap! Oh crap! OH CRAPOLA! *runs to phone, dials* ....Yes, I need paramedics. Um, I accidentally shot my uncle...YES it was an accident! I was uh..Uh...*blinks* Um...Cleaning it, and it just...WENT OFF...Must be some kind of hair trigger...Uh huh...Uh huh...Thanks. *closes phone*
Cait: *crawls out from under Josh*
Lori: *grabs beer bottles* Okay Cait honey, you need to act cool okay? Don't let them know you're drunk.
Cait: *lifts brow*
Lori: Okay you aren't drunk but I AM SO PLAY IT COOL!
Cait: *looks down at clothes*
Lori: Are you bleeding?
Cait: *shakes head*
Lori: Oh crap. Oh crap...OH CRAP. I am so crapped. CRAP.
Cait: *pokes Josh* Daddy?
Lori: *runs over* Okay Cait, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this.
Cait: ...
Lori: What?
Cait: *starts to cry*
Lori: Oh crap. CRAP CRAP CRAP. Crap.
Sirens are heard
Lori: DOUBLE crap.
Cait: *crying*
Lori: Okay um...Um...*slaps face* Okay pull yourself together Lori. You can do this. *slaps face* Man I don't even feel anything. *laughs*
Knock on door is heard
Lori: *screams*
Voice: This is the paramedics!
Lori: Oh cool. *runs, opens door*
Paramedic: Where is he?
Lori: Over near the fireplace.
Paramedic: *runs over to fireplace*
Paramedic2: *runs in with gurney*
Paramedic3: *runs in*
Cop: *walks in*
Cop2: *walks in*
Lori: Oh...Crap.
Cop: Your name, miss?
Lori: Lori Speedle.
Cop: And what happened?
Lori: I...I was cleaning his gun for him. And it went off.
Cop: Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?
Lori: I had a drink to calm my nerves before y'all got here.
Paramedic: Nothing's working. The blood's not clotting.
Paramedic2: What's his blood alcohol level?
Paramedic: How should I know? I'm not the cops.
Lori: Oh crap.
Cop: Was he drinking?
Lori: He may have had a few glasses of wine.
Cop2: *picks up Cait* She's covered in blood.
Lori: ...
Cop2: This suggests that he was over the child when it happened.
Lori: I uh...He...Fell on top of her.
Paramedic: I've got vitals.
Paramdic2: Let's move him.
Paramedic3: On my count.
Lori: Where are they going to take him?
Cop: Grace Memorial. You should contact your family.
Lori: ...Oh crap.
Cop: What?
Lori: I am so dead.
Cop: We'll have the child stay with Social Services for the time being.
Lori: No. Why? Why does she have to leave?
Cop: We're placing her with Social Services ma'am.
Cop2/Cait leave
Paramedics wheel Josh out
Lori: ...What do I do?
Cop: You shoud call your parents. Where are they?
Lori: I don't know.
Cop: Do you have a number you can reach them at?
Lori: Uh...Yeah.
Cop: Come down to the station with me after and we'll have you fill out a statement.
Lori: *grabs phone, dials*
Hummerhome
Carly: Oh wow my phone's actually ringing. That never happens. *opens phone* Y'ello?
Lori: ...Carly?
Carly: *lifts brow* Lori? Is that you?
Lori: Um....Yeah. I uh...Shot. Josh was shot.
Carly: What! What are you talking about?
Lori: I'm sorry.
Carly: Why are you sorry? Lori how did this happen? What do you mean Josh was SHOT?
Everyone: *looks at Carly*
Carly: Lori. Talk to me.
Lori: ...His gun went off.
Carly: Is Josh okay?
Lori: I don't know. I have to go to the police station. I'll call you back.
Click
Carly: *looks at phone*
Calleigh: ...I'm so sorry.
Carly: ...
Delko: That's the worst.
Anni: ...Are you okay?
Carly: I...I don't know.
Missy: Oh man. That has to suck. I liked Josh. He was always so awesome.
Horatio: Guys, he's not dead. Well, not as far as I heard from that conversation.
Carly: *staring blankly*
Speed: *walks over, sits down* Carly?
Carly: ...
Speed: *hugs Carly*
Carly: *starts to cry*
Speed: *hugs tighter*
Horatio: If you two want to go back to Miami, the Hummercraft is in the parkinglot.
Speed: *nods* Yeah. We'll go.
TBC...............
Hummerhome, 10:45 pm
Horatio: Here we are! Sunny California!
Katie: ...Looks kind of dark.
Horatio: Well it'll be sunny in the morning.
Colton: Oh man I thought I was going blind. I was like "ZOMG WHERE IS THE SUN!"
Calleigh: Did you just say 'zomg'?
Colton: ...Must be the breath strips in my eye. Probably seeping into my brain.
Delko: I had crayon wax seeping into my brain one time. Man my ear was leaking midnight blue for two days.
Jess: Um...That wasn't long ago.
Delko: Oh. Well I should be careful with crayons then.
Jess: Maybe you should stick to people food.
Horatio: Eric, I don't want to see another crayon in your hand.
Delko: Sure thing boss. *salutes*
Horatio: ...Is that a crayon?
Delko: This? ...No it's a...Wax pencil.
Horatio: Give me the crayon.
Delko: *hands over crayon*
Horatio: And the other one.
Delko: ...Fine. *hands over crayon*
Horatio: ...And that one too.
Delko: Man this isn't fair. You wouldn't ask a suspect to hand over his crayon.
Horatio: If it was evidence, I would.
Delko: This isn't evidence. And that line was SO stolen.
Horatio: I don't know what you mean.
Delko: Nevermind.
Horatio: Give me the crayon in your sock.
Delko: I don't have one in my sock!
Horatio: *crosses arms*
Delko: ...Alright fine. Party pooper.
Josh's house, 10:50 pm
Josh: *coughs*
Cait: *opens eyes*
Josh: *holding Cait*
Lori: *sits up* Whew! That was a doozy of a kick there.
Josh: *coughs, spits blood*
Lori: ...Whoa did I just shoot you?
Josh: *groans*
Lori: OH CRAP. Oh crap...Oh crap! Oh crap! OH CRAPOLA! *runs to phone, dials* ....Yes, I need paramedics. Um, I accidentally shot my uncle...YES it was an accident! I was uh..Uh...*blinks* Um...Cleaning it, and it just...WENT OFF...Must be some kind of hair trigger...Uh huh...Uh huh...Thanks. *closes phone*
Cait: *crawls out from under Josh*
Lori: *grabs beer bottles* Okay Cait honey, you need to act cool okay? Don't let them know you're drunk.
Cait: *lifts brow*
Lori: Okay you aren't drunk but I AM SO PLAY IT COOL!
Cait: *looks down at clothes*
Lori: Are you bleeding?
Cait: *shakes head*
Lori: Oh crap. Oh crap...OH CRAP. I am so crapped. CRAP.
Cait: *pokes Josh* Daddy?
Lori: *runs over* Okay Cait, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this.
Cait: ...
Lori: What?
Cait: *starts to cry*
Lori: Oh crap. CRAP CRAP CRAP. Crap.
Sirens are heard
Lori: DOUBLE crap.
Cait: *crying*
Lori: Okay um...Um...*slaps face* Okay pull yourself together Lori. You can do this. *slaps face* Man I don't even feel anything. *laughs*
Knock on door is heard
Lori: *screams*
Voice: This is the paramedics!
Lori: Oh cool. *runs, opens door*
Paramedic: Where is he?
Lori: Over near the fireplace.
Paramedic: *runs over to fireplace*
Paramedic2: *runs in with gurney*
Paramedic3: *runs in*
Cop: *walks in*
Cop2: *walks in*
Lori: Oh...Crap.
Cop: Your name, miss?
Lori: Lori Speedle.
Cop: And what happened?
Lori: I...I was cleaning his gun for him. And it went off.
Cop: Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?
Lori: I had a drink to calm my nerves before y'all got here.
Paramedic: Nothing's working. The blood's not clotting.
Paramedic2: What's his blood alcohol level?
Paramedic: How should I know? I'm not the cops.
Lori: Oh crap.
Cop: Was he drinking?
Lori: He may have had a few glasses of wine.
Cop2: *picks up Cait* She's covered in blood.
Lori: ...
Cop2: This suggests that he was over the child when it happened.
Lori: I uh...He...Fell on top of her.
Paramedic: I've got vitals.
Paramdic2: Let's move him.
Paramedic3: On my count.
Lori: Where are they going to take him?
Cop: Grace Memorial. You should contact your family.
Lori: ...Oh crap.
Cop: What?
Lori: I am so dead.
Cop: We'll have the child stay with Social Services for the time being.
Lori: No. Why? Why does she have to leave?
Cop: We're placing her with Social Services ma'am.
Cop2/Cait leave
Paramedics wheel Josh out
Lori: ...What do I do?
Cop: You shoud call your parents. Where are they?
Lori: I don't know.
Cop: Do you have a number you can reach them at?
Lori: Uh...Yeah.
Cop: Come down to the station with me after and we'll have you fill out a statement.
Lori: *grabs phone, dials*
Hummerhome
Carly: Oh wow my phone's actually ringing. That never happens. *opens phone* Y'ello?
Lori: ...Carly?
Carly: *lifts brow* Lori? Is that you?
Lori: Um....Yeah. I uh...Shot. Josh was shot.
Carly: What! What are you talking about?
Lori: I'm sorry.
Carly: Why are you sorry? Lori how did this happen? What do you mean Josh was SHOT?
Everyone: *looks at Carly*
Carly: Lori. Talk to me.
Lori: ...His gun went off.
Carly: Is Josh okay?
Lori: I don't know. I have to go to the police station. I'll call you back.
Click
Carly: *looks at phone*
Calleigh: ...I'm so sorry.
Carly: ...
Delko: That's the worst.
Anni: ...Are you okay?
Carly: I...I don't know.
Missy: Oh man. That has to suck. I liked Josh. He was always so awesome.
Horatio: Guys, he's not dead. Well, not as far as I heard from that conversation.
Carly: *staring blankly*
Speed: *walks over, sits down* Carly?
Carly: ...
Speed: *hugs Carly*
Carly: *starts to cry*
Speed: *hugs tighter*
Horatio: If you two want to go back to Miami, the Hummercraft is in the parkinglot.
Speed: *nods* Yeah. We'll go.
TBC...............