CSI:Miami Road Trip: Seven Years of Bad Luck & Counting

Woo! Us Canucks are taking over the world. :devil:

... :lol:

Caught Up

Carly's house, 10pm

Carly: *hugs Speed* It was great of you to come over.

Speed: Thanks for having me.

Katie: *smiles* You need a ride home?

Speed: I brought my own vehicle.

Carly: I'll drive you.

Katie: No I can drive him.

Carly: Tim, you can stay here overnight if you want. I can set up the guest room.

Katie: Yeah I'll even make you some tea.

Josh: Whoa, guys leave him alone. Make me some tea.

Carly: *looks at Josh*

Josh: ...Alright fine. *walks upstairs*

Speed: Seriously guys, you don't have to keep worrying about me.

Katie: So what were you doing in the bathroom?

Speed: ...What do people normally do in the bathroom?

Katie: Cry?

Speed: *frowns*

Katie: No! No don't frown! Be happy! *twirls around*

Speed: Are you okay?

Katie: I think I had too much wine.

Speed: Naturally.

Carly: Tim please stay here overnight.

Speed: No, I'm going home.

Carly: Why?

Speed: Because I live there.

Carly: But you can have so much more fun here.

Speed: I doubt it.

Carly: Then we'll stay at your place.

Speed: ...Look, I'm fine. Okay? I have a job, a beautiful fiancé and all of my braincells in tact. I'm doing just fine.

Carly: *nods*

Speed: See you later. *leaves*

Carly: Was he telling the truth?

Katie: I can't tell.

Carly: Well that's bad, right?

Katie: *crosses arms* You want to go for a drive?

Carly: *looks at Katie*

Apartment, 10:45 pm

Speed: *walks into kitchen*

Answering machine beeps

Speed: *stares at machine*

Machine continues to beep

Speed: *presses button*

Voice: You have. Two new messages. Message one.

Voice: Uh, this is Aaron Sharpe, the landlord. You're two months overdue on your rent. Look man, I have a family to feed, so if you wouldn't mind getting your CSI ass down to the front office by monday with a cheque, it would be greatly appreciated.

Machine beeps

Speed: *rolls eyes*

Voice: Message two.

Voice: Hey, it's Anni. Um...I just wanted to call...Make sure you're okay. We'll be back in a couple of weeks so I'll see you then. Love you, bye.

Machine beeps

Speed: *angry sigh*

Front door smashes open

Speed: *turns around, pulls out gun*

Logan: *staggers in* Y-You gotta help me. *holding stomach*

Speed: What are you doing here?

Logan: They're trying to kill me!

Speed: Who?

Logan: *falls to floor*

Speed: *runs over*

Logan: Man...You have to help me...

Speed: *puts gun away, grabs phone* Hang on.

Logan: *grabs Speed* Don't let me die...

Speed: You're not going to die, just hang on.

Carly: *walks in* Tim?

Speed: *looks up* What are you doing here?

Katie: *walks in* We were spying.

Speed: What?

Carly: Oh my God is that Logan? What did you do to him?

Speed: I didn't do this. He just busted in here.

Katie: Is he okay?

Logan: No! I'm dying!

Speed: You're going to be fine. *puts phone to ear* Yeah I need an ambulance.

Katie: He killed my baby. You killed her!

Logan: Wha?

Katie: *runs over* You son of a-

Carly: *grabs Katie* Hey, not the time.

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: And you're just going to help him?

Logan: Ah! It hurts!

Speed: *lifts Logan's shirt, tilts head* It's a flesh wound.

Logan: Pretty big flesh wound!

Speed: Who did this?

Logan: Ow! Ow!

Speed: Tell me or I can't help you.

Logan: *passes out*

Speed: *angry sigh*

Paramedics run in

Hospital, 9 am

Carly: *walks over* Tripp got his statement.

Speed: *looks through window*

Carly: He said a bunch of guys wearing black stabbed him.

Speed: Did he give any names?

Carly: No.

Speed: Great.

Carly: Why did you help him? You could have let him die.

Speed: He doesn't deserve that satisfaction.

Carly: ...What I don't get is, why would he even go to your place.

Speed: I don't know.

Carly: Well the doctors say he's awake. We can go talk to him.

Speed: Sure.

Hospital room

Logan: Hey...Hey man thanks f-

Speed: Don't. Where were you last night?

Logan: Biscayne ave.

Speed: Why.

Logan: I...I was trying to track down a crack house.

Speed: You were selling right after you were released? That's pretty low.

Logan: No. I was trying to stop them. I'm trying to get clean and make something of myself.

Speed: Stop who?

Logan: The feds.

Speed: And that's when you were attacked.

Logan: Yeah. Someone came up behind me and...Three more people just came out of nowhere.

Carly: Did you recognize any of them?

Logan: ...They were wearing black. Does that help?

Speed: No.

Logan: This is what I get for trying to help fight the criminals.

Carly: You murdered someone.

Logan: I'm trying to make some changes in my life. Help people.

Speed: Did three ghosts come to you in your sleep, too?

Logan: *looks at Speed*

Carly: Anything you remember about last night will help.

Logan: What do I get if you guys find the corrupt feds?

Speed: You can discuss a deal with the DA.

Logan: Hey I came to you. And now you're going to just leave me like this? I didn't do anything wrong! I was the one attacked! I could have been murdered!

Speed: Alright.

Carly: *looks at Speed*

Speed: You have one chance to help us, truthfully. If you screw up, that's it. You understand?

Logan: Yes.

Speed: Good. Now, tell me what these guys looked like.

Logan: The one who attacked me was tall. He had a black overcoat, clean shaven face, medium build. He had a scar over his eye.

Speed: You know his name?

Logan: The other ones called him 'Bud'.

Speed: Okay, that's a good start. We'll be in touch.

Logan: No problem.

Speed: *walks to door*

Carly: *walks to door*

Logan: Hey, man.

Speed: *looks at Logan*

Logan: ...Lori...The last thing she said was "I love him".

Speed: *stares at Logan*

Logan: I just wanted you to know.

Speed: ...Enjoy your freedom. *leaves*

Carly: *sigh*

TBC............

 

Dang right we are! [insert evil cackle here]

Hmm... what's going on with Logan. Why would he go to Speed of all people? Good for him for not letting him die, though.

Can't wait to find out what happens

 

His Heart's Giving In

Trace Lab, Miami

Speed: *looking through microscope*

Carly: *walks in* Hey. I checked out Logan's information. Looks like he was telling the truth. The hilt would in his stomach matches a cold case from '89. The head of a Venezuelan mob stabbed a bellhop to death, no charges were ever laid because the guy left the country.

Speed: *staring into microscope*

Carly: I think he came back for some reason. Maybe he has a new profit in Miami? Or...Maybe there's someone here he has to meet.

Speed: *blinks*

Carly: ...Speed wears women's underwear...

Speed: What? *lifts head*

Carly: I've been explaining the case and you've been daydreaming behind the scope.

Speed: *shakes head*

Carly: Venezuelans stabbed Logan. I just don't know why yet.

Speed: *nods*

Carly: You're quiet today.

Speed: There's nothing to say,

Carly: There's always something to say. Oh I wanted to ask if you'd babysit Cait tonight. I have a doctor's appointment and Josh is coming along too.

Speed: *grabs pen* I hate kids.

Carly: You don't hate her.

Speed: I didn't say I hated her.

Carly: She's stayed at your place before.

Speed: Mhm.

Carly: It's only for a couple of hours.

Speed: No.

Carly: Why not?

Speed: Because I said no. You want me to spell it out in big bold letters?

Carly: She'll have to sit on the front lawn all night.

Speed: The fresh air will do her good.

Carly: And if she gets kidnapped and dies? You'll be responsible for her death.

Speed: Look, I'm not really in the mood for your terrible jokes right now.

Carly: Yeah okay that was a bad one.

Speed: Inappropriate is the word you're looking for.

Carly: ...Are you mad? Or...Well because I'm confused.

Speed: I'm not mad. I'm working.

Carly: Take a break.

Speed: No.

Carly: *grabs notebook* Okay we get it. You miss Lori and you can't stand helping her killer get away from the people who want to kill him. You're depressed and you won't let anyone in because you're so damn stubborn. I've had it. If you want to piss around like a sad little teenager, go ahead. No one is going to tolerate this petty crap forever.

Speed: *stares at Carly*

Carly: Get OVER IT.

Speed: *puts pen down* This is no way to conduct yourself in the lab.

Carly: *blank stare* ....What? No! Come on! Get mad! Throw something! Cry! Laugh! Something!

Speed: Did you have a little too much wine too?

Carly: I'm not drinking wine right now.

Speed: *lifts brow*

Carly: Well from what I can see, you don't get annoyed very easily. So I've brought you a present for the day. Cait's spending today here whether you like it or not.

Speed: ...I thought your appointment is later.

Carly: It is. But you're stuck with her until I get back. Cait! Cait get in here!

Cait: *runs in*

Speed: I'm not looking after her.

Carly: *sits Cait in chair* Okay come now, you wouldn't let her get herself killed right?

Speed: *frowns*

Carly: *smiles* Bye. *skips away*

Speed: *looks at Cait*

Cait: *picks up latex glove*

Speed: *takes latex glove*

Cait: ...

Speed: Don't touch anything.

Cait: *frowns*

Speed: *flips page of folder*

Cait: *picks up pipet*

Speed: *grabs pipet* No.

Cait: *angry sigh*

Speed: *writing things down*

Cait: Can I play on the stairs?

Speed: No.

Cait: ...Can I play on the table?

Speed: No.

Cait: Can I play under the table?

Speed: No.

Cait: Can I play outside?

Speed: No.

Cait: *jumps off chair*

Speed: *doing paperwork*

Cait: *climbs onto counter*

Speed: *flips page*

Cait: *reaches up, opens cabinet*

Speed: *writing*

Cait: *pushes bottles out of the way*

Bottle with label is present: Toxic. Do not ingest. Keep out of reach of children. Highly corrosive.

Cait: *reaches for bottle* Hmm....*jumps off counter, leaves bottle in cupboard*

Speed: *flips page*

Cait: *climbs up onto stairs*

Speed: *writing*

Cait: *climbs onto ledge*

Speed: *looks into microscope*

Cait: *walking along thin ledge*

Speed: *adjusts scope*

Cait: *slides down ledge, onto top of open door* Oof. *swinging over top of open door*

Speed: *opens second folder*

Cait: *slides down door*

Speed: *writes*

Cait: *crawls under table, starts plugging and unplugging electrical cords*

Speed: *flips page*

Cait: *jaming pen into electrical socket*

Speed: *writing*

Cait: *chews electrical cords*

Speed: *flips page*

Cait: *runs over to counter, grabs glass beaker* Hmmm....*grabs white bottle*

Bottle contents read: Flammable, highly toxic. In case of ingestion, call your nearest Poison Control Centre and 9-1-1. Keep out of reach of children.

Cait: *pours substance into beaker*

Speed: *writing*

Cait: *grabs beaker with both hands*

Speed: Cait, if you drink that, I'll kick you into next week.

Cait: *looks at beaker*

Speed: Get back over here.

Cait: I'm thirsty.

Speed: I don't think poison is the best way to quench your thirst. Get your butt over here young lady.

Cait: *sigh*

Speed: Now.

Cait: *skips over, jumps into chair* Can I help?

Speed: No.

Cait: Wacha doin'?

Speed: Paperwork.

Cait: Mum said you have to look after me. But you're doing a bad job.

Speed: Why do you say that?

Cait: I almost got hurted ten times.

Speed: Well who's fault is that?

Cait: Yours.

Speed: Funny.

Cait: I'm gonna tell mummy.

Speed: Okay. *flips page*

Cait: You'll be in trouble for not taking care of me.

Speed: *writing*

Cait: *crosses arms* You're stupid.

Speed: Mhm.

Cait: And a poop face.

Speed: Good to know.

Cait: Mum told me about God yesterday.

Speed: *flips page*

Cait: Yup. 'Cause she said Lori's with him.

Speed: *stares at paper*

Cait: I keep tryin' to shove my note for her up the chimney but it always falls back down. Maybe I can try with the computer and see if she gets e-mails in Heaven.

Speed: *laughs*

Cait: *lifts brow*

Speed: *clears throat*

Cait: Maybe her computer has a virus too. Can FedEx take their planes high enough? I want to tell her I finished the alphabet.

Speed: *starts to cry*

Cait: ...Why are you crying?

One minute later

Cait: *pats Speed's arm* It's okie, I'm sure FedEx has enough gas to get to Heaven.

TBC...............