CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

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Behind restaurant, rental car, 12:30am

Lori: *smiles* Want to head back yet?

Scott: *places hand on Lori's cheek* Do you realize how illegal this is?

Lori: Ah come on. *kisses Scott* You and I have broken a lot more laws between us.

Scott: That's not funny.

Lori: *smiling* Am I more fun than Anni?

Scott: It's not a competition, Lori.

Lori: Like hell it isn't. To grab your attention for more than 10 minutes, she had to have been just as great as me or better.

Scott: *smirks* You sure think highly of yourself.

Lori: I have to. I'm a successful businesswoman.

Scott: Are you.

Lori: Well, not officially but I'm optimistic.

Scott: I like the way you think.

Lori: What can I say, you've inspired me.

Scott: We really need to head back.

Lori: Yeah. *sits up, buttons up shirt*

Scott: *climbs into driver's seat*

Lori: *crawls into seat*

Scott: *turns key*

Lori: *lies back against seat* When's the last time you used?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Just curious.

Scott: *looks back out window, turns wheel* The day I spent the night in the psych ward.

Lori: And you've been completely clean since then.

Scott: Yeah.

Lori: No relapses.

Scott: *shakes head* Why?

Lori: I don't believe you, that's why.

Scott: I'm telling the truth.

Lori: You can understand why that doesn't convince me.

Scott: Absolutely.

Lori: Then tell me about before we met. What were you involved in then?

Scott: Uh, I did a lot of partying with co-workers. Too much partying, in fact. I did my first hit of coke at a strip club in Manhattan.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: And for a while, I didn't feel like a failure. I thought I could rule the world.

Lori: It was just a social thing?

Scott: Yeah, at first.

Lori: So what happened that got you to Miami?

Scott: During all the binging, I was working at a small company on the upper east side. There were about 20 of us on the floor, all cubicles and coffee machines. That kind of environment. I uh...I got a little out of hand with the drugs. Aggressive.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: I freaked out.

Lori: *lifts brow* Define 'freaked out'.

Scott: I broke all the windows. I couldn't control myself, I just snapped.

Lori: And they sent you to rehab.

Scott: Right. I told my parents I was taking a vacation and begged my boss not to tell them what really happened.

Lori: How long were you there before I got there?

Scott: 18 months.

Lori: *blinks* Wow. No wonder you were completely different.

Scott: I turned my life around. And last year, it started all over again.

Lori: A lot happened after we met. I mean, you were in a restaurant explosion, a serious car accident, a plane crash, you had a bomb strapped to your waist, you got caught in a bank robbery and subsequently tortured for months, Steph got poisoned and went into a coma, and I put enough strain on our relationship through my countless acts of stupidity to cause anyone to go nuts. Your whole life has been nothing but bad luck, one event after another.

Scott: It doesn't excuse my behaviour.

Lori: Everything you've gone through, it's been chipping away at your sanity. Most people haven't been through half the things you've experienced. Now, I'm not saying I condone what you've done but I do understand how you got there.

Scott: *sigh*

Lori: I've gotten high for a lot less.

Scott: Lori, I don't want you to diminish what you've been through.

Lori: I don't. My problems are my own. But I came home addicted and didn't know how to change, and you...you thought you had no other way out besides killing yourself. There's a big difference there, at least to me. *lowers eyes* Being in your head is a lot more scary to me than anything I've ever gone through. That's the truth.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: The fact that you can still get up in the morning and want to be sober is amazing to me. You're a lot stronger than you think.

Scott: I thought you were angry with me about all that.

Lori: I was. Extremely angry. But...you forgave me so...

Scott: You don't have to forgive me.

Lori: Yes I do. You're the father of my children. I'm stuck with you forever.

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: That and I kinda want to.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *takes Scott's hand*

Resort, industrial kitchen

Speed: *opens fridge*

Katie: *walks over* What did I tell you? No midnight snacks.

Speed: All I had to eat was asparagus. I'm hungry.

Katie: Mind over matter.

Speed: *turns around* You don't want me to die.

Katie: Exactly.

Speed: Then let me eat or I will.

Katie: *gasp* Are you threatening suicide?

Speed: *waves hand, walks away*

Katie: *follows* Why do New Yorkers keep expecting to die early?

Speed: I'm not expecting anything.

Katie: You should really bond with Scott.

Speed: I don't need to bond with him.

Katie: Yes you do. OH! *snaps fingers* You should take him motorcycle shopping.

Speed: Didn't we already do that before? Scott doesn't like bikes. He likes cars.

Katie: Take him car shopping.

Speed: Guys don't call it 'shopping'.

Katie: Then what do you call it?

Speed: "Out for a couple of beers".

Katie: *smiles* How cute. Ooh there's an auto show in a couple of days. Take him there.

Speed: ...Can't I take Tom?

Katie: What's wrong with Scott?

Speed: What isn't wrong with Scott?

Katie: Oh come on, you like him.

Speed: Sure I like him but he's just...he's not...he's too...business-ee.

Katie: *looks at Speed*

Speed: The guy can't let loose for five minutes. At least Tom belches in public.

Katie: *stops walking* Your relationship with Scott was hurt by his mistakes. It would be good for you both to get to know one another again. Wait, you're not still mad that he knocked up your daughter, are you?

Speed: *lifts brow* I was never mad about that.

Katie: Oh. OH, it was Tom you were mad at.

Speed: *frowns* Tom got Lori pregnant?

Katie: *stares blankly* ...Not recently.

Speed: I really hope you're kidding.

Katie: It was a long time ago and it died before it even became a concern, HEY want some cake?

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: Okay, let me get this straight. You're okay if a New Yorker knocks up your daughter but you don't like guys from Texas or Jersey.

Speed: I don't understand why you think I have some New York bias. I haven't even lived there for 30 years. Scott could have been from the Moon for all I care; he's a good guy.

Katie: Yeah, if the Moon had the Statue of Liberty on it.

Speed: *shakes head* You're hopeless. *walks away*

Katie: FUGGEDABOUTIT!

Tom: *walks out from room, shuts door* What the hell's wrong with you?

Katie: *looks at Tom* I'm insulting his people.

Tom: *looks down hallway* Alcoholics?

Katie: *grabs Tom's arm* I have a proposition for you. Take Speed and Scott to the auto show on the weekend.

Tom: Why?

Katie: Because you're all going to bond as men.

Tom: As opposed to bonding as women.

Katie: Exactly.

Tom: Damn, I'll be sure to leave my heels at home then.

Katie: *smiles* I'm so excited for you. Now you're not to come home until Scott starts enthusing about something manly.

Tom: It can't be other men, right?

Katie: *slaps Tom's arm*

Tom: Ow.

Katie: Before you take off, I wanted to ask you a personal question.

Tom: Alright.

Katie: Let's say Tayla's 18 and she gets pregnant.

Tom: That'll be the end of Tayla.

Katie: And the father's from Jersey.

Tom: Him too.

Katie: ...New York?

Tom: Wait a second. You aren't trying to set my daughter up with some guy already, are you? Because she's 2.

Katie: No. I said she was 18, remember?

Tom: She's not going to get pregnant at 18.

Katie: How do you know?

Tom: I'm going to lock her in her room until she's 30.

Katie: Then how will she meet guys?

Tom: She's not allowed to date until I'm dead.

Katie: Yikes, try not to tell her that at 14 because you might find yourself on the highway with your brakes locking up.

Tom: *lifts brow* I own a Chevy.

Katie: So you don't want her seeing someone from New York?

Tom: Why are your options only limited to the east coast?

Katie: Fine, China.

Tom: That's even further east.

Katie: I LIKE THE EAST!

Tom: *stares at Katie*

Katie: *wipes hair from face* You pick, then. What kind of man will Tayla have to marry?

Tom: Assuming I don't go forward with my lockdown plan...someone who is the least like I was at that age.

Katie: Yeah right, look who Lori married.

Tom: Scott's nothing like Speed.

Katie: Okay, fine, who she fooled around w-

Tom: *lifts fingers* DON'T!

Katie: *blinks*

Tom: Finish that sentence.

Katie: *smiles*

Tom: *walks away*

Katie: HA.

TBC..............................
 
Tom is in a word...Hilarious. He's the all around guy, the belcher, the advice magnet, the chick magnet, the one who gets everyone out of trouble, and the one who was, at a time, the hell raiser. It's good to be him. :guffaw:

I love that Lori and Scott have reconnected. Now, I think it's time to tie up the loose ends* eyes Scott and Anni* I think it's going to end nicely, because Anni's solidified that she loves Tom and is only doing this to show she can * What's that: GIRLPOWER! WHOOP WHOOP!* and Lori and Scott just recommitted, in a sense( she didn't tell him to go to hell). Things are finally getting back to normal- I assume.


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Miami, auto show, 11am

Tom: *pushes open doors* Isn't it beautiful?

Scott: *looks around*

Tom: Every new and future model, buffed to perfection.

Speed: *steps past* Stop looking at the women. *walks away*

Tom: Don't spoil it for the rest of us.

Scott: *walking* Why exactly are we here?

Tom: *wraps arm across Scott's shoulder* To be men.

Scott: But we just got back to Miami, I was hoping to see my kids.

Tom: Forget about your kids for a minute. *smiles* Think about all the new kids you could have by the end of the day. *points to vehicle* The Cobra Z-74.

Scott: That's a disgusting design. It looks like male genitalia.

Tom: How about the Stinger LTZ?

Scott: ...It's lime green.

Tom: Yeah, on the showroom floor. You can order it in all sorts of colors. *drags Scott across floor* Imagine yourself driving the Canyonhide LS down the beach with your woman, the wind whipping through your receding hairline.

Speed: *steps past* Oh, Tom's finally talking about himself. *walks away*

Tom: Scott, this is the perfect vehicle for you.

Scott: You do realize you can't actually drive down the beach in Miami.

Tom: Ugh, Scotty, you're missing the point. These serve as gateways to your wildest dreams. They make guys like us feel like a million bucks.

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Okay, a billion bucks. *steps closer* You don't have a billion bucks yet, right?

Scott: No.

Tom: Perfect. *rubs hands together* Let's find you something horribly expensive. Okay, here we are. Camaro.

Scott: *looks over*

Tom: Black exterior, leather interior, complete handling package, V8 engine th-

Salesman: *walks over* How are we this morning, gentleman? Finding everything okay?

Scott: I'll take one.

Salesman: *looks at Scott*

Tom: *looks at Scott* What?

Scott: The bank took mine.

Tom: I don't think you're quiet understanding th-

Scott: *looks at Salesman* How much?

Salesman: 80 grand.

Scott: *nods*

Tom: ...Who pays that much for a car?

Scott: I think what my friend here meant to say was, do you take checks?

Salesman: I'll need to see some ID.

Scott: Of course. *pulls out wallet*

Salesman: *looks down at ID* Hey, you wouldn't happen to be the same Scott Finch who works for APL Financial.

Scott: *smiles* One in the same. Although, I'm not with them anymore.

Salesman: *extends hand* Peter Willis. You guys lent us your banquet hall for Gil's retirement party--and donated a hefty amount toward our scholarship program.

Scott: *nods* Robert Bennet's a good friend of Gil's.

Tom: *shakes head* I can't believe we brought him here to enthuse and he's talking business. *grabs Scott's shoulder* Let me go over the point of this excursion with you again. You're supposed to be looking at cars and bikini babes.

Scott: I'm buying a car.

Tom: No you're not, you're socializing with the corporate ladder. Do me a favour, forget everything you know about what you do.

Scott: *stares blankly*

Tom: Lori's going to kill you for buying that thing.

Scott: She might want to take it off my hands.

Tom: *shakes head* Where's Speed, anyway?

Near large truck

Girl: *smiles* Want a sample of our sponsor's new brew?

Speed: *steps back* No, I really don't.

Girl: *jumps up and down* But it's smooth.

Speed: I don't drink.

Girl: Just try one sample.

Speed: No.

Girl: I'll undo my bra.

Speed: I'm married.

Girl: You don't look married.

Speed: I'm told I'm married.

Girl: *smiles* You look fun. I bet you'll be more fun if you try our newest brew.

Speed: I really disagree.

Tom: *walks over* Get lost, he's not interested.

Girl: *looks at Tom*

Tom: You should consider medical school. It might make you seem intelligent.

Girl: *frowns, walks away*

Speed: Thanks. Where's Scott?

Tom: Buying a car.

Speed: ...I think he missed the whole point.

Tom: Exactly. Hey, do you hate me because I'm from Jersey?

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: 'Cause I can do a pretty mean Yankee accent.

Speed: *walks away*

Tom: What?

Gables Estates, kitchen

Lori: *folds laundry*

Steph: And THEN Dommy ate a bug and this green stuff came outta his mouth.

Lori: I take it you had a good time then.

Steph: Yep. I made lotsa new friends.

Lori: *nods*

Steph: *climbs into chair* I wanna help.

Lori: Have at it.

Steph: *grabs clothes* I'm gonna be like you when I grow up. Pretty and *wipes nose* in charge of everyone.

Lori: *smirks*

Steph: Am I doin' this right?

Lori: You've just about got it. *walks over* How'd you learn to do it?

Steph: I watched you.

Lori: *places hand on Steph's head*

Dominick: *runs over* MOMMY!

Lori: What?

Dominick: *hugs Lori's waist*

Lori: Someone's affectionate today. *picks up Dominick* You have fun at camp?

Dominick: *shakes head*

Lori: How come?

Dominick: *hugs Lori*

Lori: *smiles*

TBC.........................
 
Ah...the boys have a day together. I'm surprised that the world didn't blow up. All that male testosterone...all that Yummy-ne- Oh...sorry, got a little sidetrack, but yeah....Speed, Scott and Tom? Nice day indeed. And it was capitalized with the fact that Scotty brought a new car. I'm sure the car is as good as out of his hands when Lori sees it. Also...leave it to Scott to talk business when he's trying to relax. It will never get out of his system...

Aww...poor Dom missed Lori. Now that's cute:D


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New York, One World Trade Center, restaurant, 100th floor, 6pm

Scott: *steps through doors*

Lori: *looks around* Shiny.

Anni: *walks over, smiles* You're here. *smile fades* With Lori.

Lori: *crosses arms* Hey.

Scott: *steps forward* It's nice to see you. *wraps arms around Anni*

Anni: *places hand on Scott's back, looks at Lori*

Lori: *narrows eyes*

Anni: *steps back* How many businesses are here?

Scott: *looks around* About 40.

Lori: Where's our table?

Scott: LSF should be over there. *points*

Lori: ...But it's so far from APL. Can't we go visit Bob?

Scott: *looks across room* Bob seems to be occupied with the media.

Lori: *smiles* He's looking nice.

Scott: *wraps arm around Lori's waist* This way.

Anni: *follows*

Near table

Anni: *sips champagne* Quite the party.

Scott: *wraps jacket around chair, lifts eyes* Yeah.

Anni: I think I'll go say hi to some people. *walks away*

Lori: She doesn't even know anyone.

Scott: *staring at Anni*

Lori: *slaps Scott* Stop staring at her breasts.

Scott: *stands straight* What?

Lori: Go get me some champagne.

Scott: Sure. *walks away*

Lori: *crosses arms*

Bob: *walks over* Lori?

Lori: *looks at Bob*

Bob: *smiles* Hey!

Lori: *smiles*

Bob: *wraps arms around Lori* You look fantastic. *lets go* How's life treating you?

Lori: Pretty well. How about you, mister big CEO? I hear you're married now.

Bob: *laughs* Uh, yeah.

Lori: Is he here?

Bob: He's around here somewhere.

Lori: I want to meet him.

Bob: You mean you want to interrogate him.

Lori: That depends how you look at it. I just want to make sure he's the guy for you, that's all.

Bob: Believe me, he is.

Lori: So have you thought about adopting kids?

Bob: At this point, I don't think that's something we're up for yet.

Lori: Damn. You sure? Because I'm looking to put Dominick on Ebay.

Bob: *laughs*

Lori: *smiles*

Bob: Oh, there he is. *waves hand* Jimmy!

Jim: *walks over*

Bob: Jim, this is Lori. She's married to my old boss.

Jim: *extends hand* Pleasure to meet you.

Lori: *smiles* Oooh, pretty.

Jim: Robert's told me so much about you.

Lori: Really.

Jim: You work in fashion, right?

Lori: Working on my degree. I'm employed by Levine though.

Jim: So you know Duncan.

Lori: How do you know Duncan?

Jim: Went to highschool with the guy. Bit of an asswipe.

Lori: *smiles* I'm starting to like you more.

Bob: You know where Scotty is?

Lori: He went to get me some champagne.

Bob: *looks around*

Near champagne table

Woman: *lifts tape recorder* What can you tell me about your move from Associated Partners to Liberty Street Financial?

Scott: I'm under a confidentiality agreement.

Woman: Is that because of your recent drug problems?

Scott: *picks up champagne* Who do you work for?

Woman: Chicago Tribune. I'm covering the banquet. Over 50 financial businesses getting together on hallowed ground for the first time in t-

Scott: Hallowed ground.

Woman: Yes.

Scott: *smirks, lowers head* Anything to make the article more interesting, I guess.

Woman: You don't believe it is.

Scott: You're doing a great job, keep up the good work. *walks away*

Woman: *looks back*

Near windows

Anni: *turns around*

Scott: Hey.

Anni: *blinks* I thought you'd be mingling with Lori.

Scott: She seems to be doing a fine job on her own.

Anni: Uh oh, not happy this evening?

Scott: I'm fine. *leans against wall, drinks champagne*

Anni: I thought that was Lori's.

Scott: Bob got her some.

Anni: ...Jealous?

Scott: *looks at Anni* No.

Anni: *smiles* Admit it, you don't like seeing her getting along with other men.

Scott: *lifts brow* She can talk to whomever she wants.

Anni: Sure.

Scott: What, you think I get jealous? *smirks* I'm not that pathetic. You're thinking about Tom.

Anni: Oh, ouch. He might not like that.

Scott: He's not here.

Anni: Interesting logic.

Scott: *takes champagne glass from Anni* This sure is the cheap stuff, huh.

Anni: Didn't APL provide the booze?

Scott: *downs champagne* You could be right.

Anni: Are you really okay?

Scott: *slams glass onto table* I'm peachy. How are you this evening?

Anni: Worried about you.

Scott: *smiles* That's very sweet.

Anni: Should we go to our table? Dinner's probably starting soon.

Scott: *leans over, kisses Anni's cheek*

Anni: *grabs Scott's chest* Not here, Scott. There are reporters everywhere.

Scott: So?

Anni: So get your head screwed back on.

Scott: My head feels great.

Anni: I have a feeling it won't in the morning.

Lori: *walks over*

Anni: *elbows Scott*

Scott: *lifts head*

Lori: Bob said dinner's on the way, we should find our seats.

Scott: Sure. *lifts elbow*

Lori: *grabs Scott's arm, walks away*

Anni: *rubs forehead*

Table

Scott: *fiddles with napkin*

Anni: Lori, how did the kids fair at the camp?

Lori: Pretty well. Steph really loved and it and she made some friends.

Anni: *smiles* That's great. Brook really loved it too.

Scott: *drinks champagne*

Anni: *glances at Scott* I hope Dominick was good.

Lori: As I understand it, there were a few incidents. Something involving kindling.

Anni: Yikes. A little fire starter, you'd better watch out for that one.

Scott: *starts to laugh*

Anni/Lori: *look at Scott*

Scott: *laughing*

Lori: ...What's funny?

Scott: *places hand on chest, exhales* Chicken fricassé. Fricken chicken. *starts to laugh*

Lori: *stares blankly*

Anni: *looks around*

Scott: *laughing harder*

Lori: *places hand on Scott's arm* Did you smoke some weed on the way in?

Scott: Oh dear, maybe I should have. *wipes eyes* I might actually be hungry for chicken fric-*laughing*

Lori: *looks at Anni*

Anni: *lifts champagne class*

Lori: *sigh*

Anni: *nods*

Lori: Scott, may we have a word in private?

Scott: I would love to talk about your privates.

Lori: *grabs Scott's arm, walks away*

Scott: *stumbles over chair*

Anni: *covers eyes*

Men's room

Lori: What's going on?

Scott: *leans against stall* Nothing.

Lori: We've been here a half hour and you're already drunk.

Scott: I'm not drunk.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *smiles* I'm fine.

Lori: Is it because of where we are?

Scott: *looks around, lifts brow* No.

Lori: Then it's because of Bob.

Scott: *looks at Lori* What about Bob?

Lori: He's successful in every way that you aren't right now. You went from hero to zero in a matter of years.

Scott: *laughs* I'm a zero.

Lori: Well, no but you've had your moments.

Scott: I'm really o-*falls into stall*

Lori: *winces*

Scott: *grabs onto toilet* Whoa.

Lori: *kneels*

Scott: *looks at Lori* Did you push me?

Lori: No, sweetie.

Scott: I may have had a little bit too much to drink.

Lori: Yeah. What was your rule when we met? No alcohol at business gatherings?

Scott: I needed to loosen up. *smiles* I feel loose.

Lori: *sits on floor* How do you really feel ab-

Scott: No no no. *lifts finger* Don't ask me that. That's not fair.

Lori: Do you love her?

Scott: I love champagne.

Lori: That's not what I asked.

Scott: We need to get back to that party. *stands, staggers forward*

Lori: *stands, grabs Scott*

Scott: *kisses Lori*

Lori: *turns head away*

Scott: *angry sigh*

Lori: Not the place, Scott.

Scott: Hey, I can get it anywhere.

Lori: Excuse me?

Scott: You think I need you? If I wanted, women would line up for me.

Lori: *scoffs* Yeah, I bet they would. Every woman wants a drunk.

Scott: I have a couple drinks and now I'm a drunk?

Lori: I'm going back to the hotel.

Scott: No you're not.

Lori: Oh I'm not. Are you going to stop me?

Scott: If you leave, I'm going back to the hotel with Anni.

Lori: Well I hope that works out for you. *turns around*

Scott: *slams fist against stall*

Lori: *flinches*

Scott: You are not leaving.

Lori: *stares at wall*

Scott: LORI!

Lori: *turns around* Fine. But don't raise your voice to me.

Scott: Maybe if you'd listen to me, I wouldn't need to.

Lori: You're not my father. Don't you ever talk to me like that again.

Scott: As I recall, your father couldn't control you.

Lori: You won't either.

Scott: *pushes past Lori, walks away*

Lori: *shakes head*

Restaurant, table

Scott: *sits*

Anni: *butters bead*

Lori: *walks over, sits*

Anni: Everything okay?

Scott: *grabs bottle, pours champagne into glass*

Lori: *takes bottle*

Scott: *slaps bottle out of Lori's hand*

Bottle smashes onto floor

People look over

Lori: *looks down at table*

Anni: Maybe I should give you two a minute t-

Scott: No. *drinks champagne*

Lori: I don't think you should be drinking anymore champagne.

Scott: Shut up.

Anni: *lifts brows*

Bob: *walks over* How are we all doing? *smiles* Nice to see you, Scotty.

Scott: It's Scott. *tosses bread into champagne tub*

Bob: *tilts head* Are formalities part of your confidentiality agreement?

Scott: What the hell do you want?

Lori: Scott's not having a very good night. Things aren't going his way so he's devolved into a 5-year old.

Scott: *grabs cigar from table, lights it on candle*

Lori: *takes cigar* No smoking.

Scott: *blinks*

Bob: I uh...should get back to my table. It was nice to see you, Scott. *walks away*

Scott: *takes cigar from Lori, sticks it in mouth*

Lori: You don't smoke, Scott.

Scott: *blows smoke*

Lori: *coughs*

Scott: *smiles*

TBC.................................
 
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Scott went from cute to asswipe in a matter of seconds. He should never....I repeat..>NEVER allow him anything that takes his logical thinking away. I'm talking champange, joints, drugs... ANYTHING, because it turns him into a big...Ass. H***. There, now that's been done, I think that he should suffer a nice hangover and Lori will stand beside him, but let him know to cool it. He's just getting back in with her, he should walk the chill side...

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New York, hotel, 8am

Lori: *bangs on bathroom door* Are you finished puking yet? I need to shower before our flight.

Scott: *opens door*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: *leans against door* If you would be so kind to tell me what the hell I did yesterday and please tell me it did not involve breaking windows.

Lori: Just hearts.

Scott: *looks at Lori* ...What did I say to you? And why the hell does my first hurt? Wait, I didn't hurt you, did I?

Lori: No. A bathroom stall on the other hand...

Scott: Christ. *rubs eyes* I um...I remember being angry. With you. I'm not angry with you, Lori.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: I'm sorry.

Lori: Yeah, until the next time.

Scott: What's that supposed to mean?

Lori: I've heard it a hundred times, Scott. First it's raising the voice, then it's throwing the remote at the wall...then it's a black eye.

Scott: You think I'd hurt you?

Lori: Based on what I saw last night, it's not out of the question.

Scott: *shakes head*

Lori: Why would you choose to drink during the banquet? You could have gotten fired.

Scott: ...I was just trying to be what you want.

Lori: What I want? You think I want you to act like a total ass? You think I want you to smoke cigars and insult your friends?

Scott: I wanted to loosen up. It went too far.

Lori: I'm not sure I follow.

Scott: This probably sounds stupid but...Tom's more interesting than I am.

Lori: *lifts brow* What the hell does this have to do with Tom?

Scott: He acts like an idiot and you practically start ripping his clothes off.

Lori: You're trying to be more like Tom.

Scott: Like I said, it sounds stupid.

Lori: You don't have to treat me like dirt to keep me interested.

Scott: Then what do you want?

Lori: *places hands on Scott's chest* I want you to be clean and happy.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *smirks* A little dirty here and there wouldn't hurt though.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: So are we agreed on the drinking? It has to stop.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: Good. Go get dressed.

Scott: *walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

LaGuardia airport

Scott: *looks up at screens*

Anni: *walks over* You're pristine this morning.

Scott: *looks at Anni* I don't feel pristine.

Anni: Maybe you should take a flight out tomorrow then.

Scott: ...Are we okay?

Anni: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Anni*

Anni: You got a little fresh with me last night.

Scott: *lowers eyes*

Anni: I'm just wondering if it was because you were drunk or because there's still something there.

Scott: It was the alcohol.

Anni: Of course it was.

Scott: Why do I get the feeling you're upset about that?

Anni: *crosses arms* I'm not.

Scott: I think you are.

Anni: We're finished.

Scott: And that bums you out.

Anni: *looks around*

Scott: ...It bums me out too.

Anni: *looks at Scott* Really?

Scott: *nods*

Anni: *hugs Scott*

Scott: Oof.

Anni: *sigh*

Scott: *looks around*

Anni: I dreamed about you last night.

Scott: Good things?

Anni: *smiles* Very good things.

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *walks over* Brought you a coffee.

Scott: *steps back* Thanks.

Lori: *looks at Anni* Didn't bring you anything.

Anni: That's okay, I don't drink coffee very much anymore.

Scott: Would you like a tea or something?

Anni: *smiles* Sure.

Scott: *walks away*

Lori: *steps closer* Let's get one thing straight. He's mine. Not yours.

Anni: The fact that you're threatened by me says a lot about your relationship with him.

Lori: I'm not threatened by you. You're an annoyance.

Anni: Think of it as just desserts for all the times you stole from me, damaged my home, manipulated my ex-husband and wooed my current husband.

Lori: You want to keep your current husband? Stay away from mine.

Anni: Pot and kettle, sweetie.

Lori: *frowns* Are you actually so selfish that you would take away the only man who's ever really loved me?

Anni: Oh come on, Lori. If he loved you so much, he wouldn't be fooling around with me.

Lori: *stares at Anni*

Scott: *walks over* They didn't have regular tea so I hope green tea's okay.

Anni: *smiles* That's wonderful, thank you. *takes tea*

Lori: I don't want a divorce.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: I'll throw out the papers and contact my lawyer.

Scott: Really?

Lori: Yes.

Scott: Why the change of heart?

Lori: *looks at Anni* I've realized my priorities.

Anni: *frowns*

Biscayne Park, house, 1pm

Brook: *runs over* Daddy! DADDY!

Tom: What?

Brook: Other Daddy's coming!

Tom: I know. *picks up Brook* You excited?

Brook: *smiles, nods*

Tom: Great. *lowers head* You've already got your shoes on.

Brook: Yup.

Tom: Perfect.

Doorbell rings

Brook: DADDY!

Tom: *walks over to door, opens it*

Speed: Hey.

Tom: Hey, someone's excited for her sleepover.

Speed: *looks at Brook* I see.

Brook: *reaches out arms*

Tom: *hands Brook to Speed* Alright, now for the rest of the trade-off.

Steph: *runs in*

Tom: *look back* No running in the house! Take off your shoes!

Dominick: *walks in, kicks door*

Tom: Someone's a little pissed.

Speed: He tore out the speakers in my car so his little butt has a bigass bruise on it.

Tom: I see.

Speed: Thanks for taking them. I'm sure Scott and Lori will be here shortly.

Tom: It's not a problem, I don't mind watching the kids. Which is weird because I never thought I'd say that.

Speed: See you around.

Tom: Yeah.

Speed: *turns around, walks away*

Tom: *shuts door*

Steph: *sneezes*

Tom: *looks at Steph*

Steph: *wipes nose*

Tom: You okay?

Steph: I think I got a bug. Momma calls it la gripe.

Tom: The flu.

Steph: *nods*

Tom: Why don't we get you some tissue and fluids.

Steph: Yup.

Den

Steph: *climbs onto couch, sneezes*

Tom: *changes channel*

Steph: *coughs*

Tom: That sounds healthy.

Steph: *sniffs* I wanna watch cartoons.

Tom: Sure. *flips channel*

Steph: *looks at television*

Tom: You're shivering. Are you cold?

Steph: *nods*

Tom: I guess that fever's coming back. *grabs blanket from couch, wraps Steph*

Steph: *grips blanket, sneezes*

Glass breaks

Tom: *sigh* Dom. *looks at Steph* I'll be right back.

Steph: *nods*

Tom: *stands, walks away*

Kitchen

Tom: Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?

Dominick: *turns around, places hands behind back*

Tom: What did you break?

Dominick: Nothin'.

Tom: I want to see what's in your hands.

Dominick: *shakes head*

Tom: *grabs Dominick's arm* Jesus, you're bleeding. *kneels, snatches towel from stove*

Dominick: *screeches*

Tom: *wraps Dominick's hand*

Dominick: *starts to cry*

Tom: *looks around*

Glass is seen on floor

Tom: *looks at Dominick* You knocked over the jar that was on the counter.

Dominick: *crying, shakes head*

Tom: I'm not mad, but I need to know the truth.

Dominick: *sniffs* Okay.

Tom: You did knock it over.

Dominick: *nods*

Tom: *uncovers towel* Just a scratch. *lifts eyes* Nothing I can't fix.

Dominick: *sniffs*

Tom: *picks up Dominick, places him on counter* This is going to sting a little, okay?

Dominick: *nods*

Tom: *turns on tap, runs Dominick's hand over tap*

Dominick: *winces*

Tom: You're doing great. *opens cupboard, grabs first-aid kit*

Dominick: *wipes hand on towel*

Tom: *pulls out band-aids* Okay. Helicopters or kitties.

Dominick: Helicopter.

Tom: Thought so. *rips band-aid open* Hand.

Dominick: *lifts hand*

Tom: *places band-aid on Dominick's hand* There we are. Good as new.

Dominick: *looks down at hand*

Tom: *places hand on Dominick's head* You're going to ask me if you want something from now on, right?

Dominick: *nods*

Tom: Excellent. *picks up Dominick, places him on floor*

Dominick: *runs away*

Den

Tom: *sits*

Steph: *lies head on Tom's shoulder*

Tom: *wraps arm around Steph* You feeling okay?

Steph: *shakes head*

Tom: *places hand on Steph's forehead* You're a little warm. What does Mom usually give you?

Steph: Purple stuff. Tastes icky.

Tom: I see. How do you feel about orange stuff?

Steph: *lifts head* I like orange.

Tom: It certainly works out then, doesn't it. I'll be right back. *stands, walks away*

Steph: *looks at television*

40 minutes later

Lori: *walks in* We're back!

Dominick: MOMMY! *runs over, wraps arms around Lori's waist*

Lori: *smiles* Hey! *picks up Dominick* Were you good for T-...what's wrong with your hand?

Tom: *walks over* Boys will be boys.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Steph: *walks over, sneezes*

Lori: Yikes, you okay?

Steph: *nods, leans against Tom*

Tom: She's a bit sleepy. Gave her something to help with the fever.

Lori: Thanks. Hey Dom, why don't you take your sister to the truck.

Dominick: *nods*

Lori: *places Dominick onto floor*

Dominick: *grabs Steph's arm, walks away*

Lori: *looks at Tom* Anni stopped by my dad's place to see Brook before she got home so she should be back soon.

Tom: Right.

Lori: Let me ask you something...are you okay with her making eyes at Scott?

Tom: I'm not one to judge.

Lori: So you're just going to let her do whatever she wants because you've been there?

Tom: I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *turns around*

Lori: We could always hook up.

Tom: *looks back* What?

Lori: What?

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *scratches head*

Tom: I need to get to work. If Anni calls you, tell her Tayla's still at daycare. My phone got microwaved yesterday during a lab accident.

Lori: Right.

Tom: *grabs badge from counter, places it on jeans* I'll talk to you later, okay?

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *takes keys from counter, walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

TBC.....................................
 
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Oh what the hell! The solution to getting rid of Anni is to sleep with Tom? UGH...what's wrong with these people! Tom should talk OPENLY about how much this really does bother him, Anni should talk OPENLY how she needs affection from her husband, Scotty and Lori...JUST NEED TO TALK MORE...lol /rant]. * sigh* I just want things to iron out....


Awesome update!
 
Thanks for the review! :D

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Miami Lab, DNA, 4pm

Natalia: *staring at computer*

Tom: *walks over* Hey, how's it going?

Natalia: *lifts eyes, smiles* Pretty good. Haven't seen you come by here in a while.

Tom: Yeah, I was wondering if you could do me a favour.

Natalia: Sure.

Tom: *places tissue on table* I need you to test this against...this sample. *places vile onto table*

Natalia: Is this part of the beach murder case?

Tom: No. I would appreciate if we kept this between us.

Natalia: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Can you do it?

Natalia: I'll page you when I get the results.

Tom: Thanks. *walks away*

Hallway

Tom: *walking*

Katie: *runs over* Busy?

Tom: Yeah.

Katie: Awesome, I need your expertise.

Tom: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *grabs Tom's arm, walks away*

Tom: *follows*

Trace lab

Katie: I collected this off my victim. Can't figure out what drug it is and there's no one around to work the new GCMS.

Tom: *looks through microscope*

Katie: Is it meth?

Tom: No, it's heroin.

Katie: *lifts brow* I didn't realize heroin looked like brown sugar.

Tom: *lifts head* This is a basic form.

Katie: So it's not finished?

Tom: That depends how you look at it. You have to go through a certain number of steps to achieve the type of drug you want. For example, crack is a base form of cocaine. But they're both coke.

Katie: *nods*

Tom: Heroin's like most alkaloids. You have a freebase and a salt. Freebases aren't easily dissolved in water and need additives, like citric acid to make them suitable for injection.

Katie: And that's what this is.

Tom: Right. But you can smoke this because it has a low boiling point and won't decompose as quickly.

Katie: So the stuff I usually see, the uh...white stuff. That's the salt form.

Tom: Yeah. Diacetylmorphine HCl.

Katie: And you can't smoke that.

Tom: You can but it actually takes a lot more effort because it has a higher boiling point. Think of the opium smokers back in the day. Indirect flames, vaporizing it in pipes and it had to have been done carefully so you wouldn't get water on your lungs. That's why most people prefer to inject it in its salt form.

Katie: Would the form I have here be less available on the streets?

Tom: This year? Yeah. The demand is for 'as-is' products.

Katie: That certainly narrows down the dealers. I'll talk to narco and see if they can cross-reference my victim's home with known vendors in the area that sell this specific type of heroin.

Tom: Sounds good.

Katie: *smiles* Thank you. Now if you can manage to find me someone who can work the damn machines around here, I'll be indebted to you forever.

Tom: I can work them.

Katie: ...Then why didn't you just run my sample?

Tom: I find hands-on learning a much more valuable tool.

Katie: I don't. I like results.

Tom: Science isn't just about results. *winks*

Katie: *lowers head, smiles* Okay, I need a piece of paper that says everything you just did. Go.

Tom: *walks around table, grabs latex gloves*

Katie: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *picks up pipet*

Katie: That couple's retreat was fun.

Tom: Yeah and relatively unproductive.

Katie: We should do it again sometime.

Tom: *looks at Katie* Nobody learned anything.

Katie: I learned that you're passionate about physics.

Tom: *smirks* Well as long as somebody learned something.

Katie: *smiles*

Tom: *fiddles with sample*

Katie: I've been doing some reading on thermodynamics.

Tom: Really.

Katie: Yeah. I want something to scare Lori with the next time she calls me a bimbo.

Tom: Alright. Then maybe you can tell me what this is. If A and C are each in thermal equilibrium with B, A is therefore also in thermal equilibrium with C.

Katie: Ah, yes. That would be the zeroth law of thermodynamics.

Tom: *smiles* You have been reading.

Katie: Oh it's easy stuff.

Tom: *laughs*

2 hours later

Katie: Maybe I should finish my degree.

Tom: *looks over* Go for it.

Katie: I don't know, it's probably not worth it. Tim wants to retire and I've already got a career. I should have done it a long time ago.

Tom: I think it would make you feel better about yourself. To know that you've finished and accomplished something.

Katie: *nods*

Tom: Don't let anyone hold you back.

Katie: You think someone's holding me back?

Tom: ...We all do. I mean, the way you present yourself...it's hard for some of us to take you seriously.

Katie: I know.

Tom: You're fine when we talk.

Katie: *shrugs, looks down at table* You're easy to talk to.

Tom: That's why you act the way you do? Because you're uncomfortable with people?

Katie: It's...complicated.

Tom: Tell me about it.

Katie: *sigh* ...Long story short, my life at times was intense and the only way I knew how to deal with it was...to project something else.

Tom: *lifts brow* Okay. I'm not sure I completely understand.

Katie: I've had some...painful relationships. I found that if I acted differently that people wouldn't notice how miserable I was. That they'd pay attention to my antics instead of what I was really feeling.

Tom: A distraction.

Katie: Yeah. It sort of stuck. I don't know, maybe I really am insane.

Tom: One of your painful relationships was with Speed.

Katie: He's not like that anymore.

Tom: But you still feel like you have to project this crazy side to distract people.

Katie: I've been institutionalized to it in a way.

Tom: *nods*

Katie: And I've had some other problems that added to it.

Tom: Seems like a rough ride.

Katie: I still shouldn't treat people the way I do. I just get caught up in the heat of the moment all the time.

Tom: Right.

Katie: *sigh*

Tom: *places hand on Katie's shoulder* Have you tried talking to Speed about this?

Katie: About what?

Tom: The things he did to you. How he affected the way you think and interact with people.

Katie: It's not all his fault.

Tom: Sure but that doesn't mean you have to shove it all under the rug.

Katie: *nods*

Pager goes off

Tom: *picks up pager* That's Natalia. I have to get to DNA. *looks at Katie* Do you need anything else before I go?

Katie: No, I'm fine.

Tom: Great. See you later. *walks away*

Katie: *sinks into chair*

DNA Lab

Tom: *steps in* Got my results?

Natalia: Yep. *hands over paper*

Tom: *grabs paper, looks down*

Natalia: *looks at computer screen*

Tom: You're sure?

Natalia: Positive.

Tom: *nods* Thanks.

TBC.................................
 
Tom's inquiring... hmm...I wonder where this may lead? Interesting to see what happens because of this. Either way about it, I think that hearts maybe shattered.


Tom's discussion with Katie explains a lot of things. But at the same time, she has to take responsibility for her actions. TALKING is something she needs to practice now. Expressing herself CONSTRUCTIVELY will do a world of good. Katie's not stupid, nor is she dense, she just doesn't know how to express herself.

*sigh* isn't that the problem with most???


Awesome update:)
 
Well looks like someone may have acquired another child! Wonder how thats going to go over! i agree Katie needs to clear the air with Speed once and for all! she needs to start acting like she a grown up and quit trying to act like shes the whole Barnum and Baily circus show all the time!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Miami, inside car, road

Tom: Where do we have to go?

Scott: The Chevy place on Flagler.

Tom: Right. Does Lori know you blew 80 grand on a car?

Scott: It's not Lori's money, is it.

Tom: *looks at Scott* No but you've always been open with her about money.

Scott: *pressing buttons on phone* 80 grand won't break the bank.

Tom: Who are you texting? *grabs phone*

Scott: *frowns*

Tom: Who's Juan?

Scott: Co-worker.

Tom: You have a co-worker named Juan.

Scott: *snatches phone back* Yeah. Is that a problem?

Tom: No. I just don't believe you, that's all. It was a Florida number.

Scott: *looks out window*

Tom: Scotty.

Scott: Pay attention to the road or you'll miss it.

Tom: *sigh*

Chevy Dealership

Tom: *steps through doors*

Scott: I'll be right back. *walks upstairs*

Tom: *looks around*

Men's room

Scott: *stares into mirror*

Tom: *walks in, shuts door*

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: I want the dope.

Scott: I don't have anything.

Tom: Don't make me pat you down.

Scott: Go ahead.

Tom: Empty your pockets.

Scott: *reaches into pockets, turns them inside out*

Tom: Jose's really a co-worker?

Scott: Juan.

Tom: *nods*

Scott: I get that you're worried about me but not everyone on my speed-dial is a dealer.

Tom: Just looking out for you, that's all.

Scott: Did Lori recruit you?

Tom: No. I'm surprised she hasn't by now.

Scott: *tilts head, turns on tap* I'm not a 5-year old. *mumbles* I can cross the street without an adult.

Tom: Things'll get easier.

Scott: People keep telling me that.

Tom: Just put yourself in a place that won't allow you to think of your demons, that's all.

Scott: Then that might be a problem for you.

Tom: ...Thinking about Anni keeps you from thinking about drugs?

Scott: *closes eyes* I'm sorry.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *lowers head*

Tom: You have no idea how lucky you are. Amazing wife, beautiful children, all the money in the world...

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: And you're going to take away my last chance at having a family. If I wasn't so enlightened...you wouldn't be breathing right now.

Scott: Are you really one to talk? I had to take Lori out of the country to get her away from you.

Tom: I've been very patient up to this point, Finch. I've ignored it, I've chalked it up to a phase and at one point, I almost encouraged it. But I'm finished. If I find out that you've pursued this little affair any further...we're going to have a problem.

Scott: You're threatening me.

Tom: Warning you.

Scott: I thought you were supposed to be enlightened.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *walks away*

Tom: *frowns*

Gables Estates, garage, 4pm

Lori: *walks outside, smiles* My baby.

Scott: *shuts door* Correction. Mine.

Lori: *staring at car* Nice rims. *walks around car* V6?

Scott: V8.

Lori: *smiling* If this car were a man...

Scott: *smirks*

Riley: *shuts cab door, walks up driveway* Lori.

Lori: *looks at Riley* Hey! What are you doing here?

Riley: I actually wanted to ask you about a photoshoot.

Lori: Did something go wrong with the Miami Beach shoot? Because I told your model to suck it up and stop whinning.

Riley: Actually, it's about a shoot I want to do for the Miami line.

Scott: Would you ladies like some drinks?

Riley: *smiles* I'd love a beer.

Lori: None for me, thanks.

Scott: No problem. *walks away*

Lori: Are you having a problem finding locations? Or models? *gasp* Dina quit, didn't she. I knew that bitch would drag everyone down with her.

Riley: I want to do the shoot here.

Lori: *blinks* In my house?

Riley: The photographer and I have been going over ideas to showcase Miami and he thought glamour was the way to go. Specifically, the theme is 'Housewife Highlife'.

Lori: I'm not sure I like where this is going.

Riley: You'd be perfect for the shoot.

Lori: I'm not a model. I work behind the scenes, remember?

Riley: You could be a role model for a lot of girls out there. You literally went from rags to riches. Think about it, the 13-18 demographic will see former drug addict and prostitute turned mother of 2, career driven and married to a New York executive. It's brilliant.

Lori: I don't th-

Riley: *gasp* This car is perfect. *walks around car* We can put you on the hood.

Lori: I'm not a hood ornament.

Riley: The pieces are all falling into place, I just need to call my male models and see which one you'd work with best.

Lori: Male models?

Riley: Yeah. *lifts head* Think of him as added jewelry. *taps chin* I think Claude is your type.

Scott: *walks over* One beer for the lady.

Riley: *smiles* Thanks. *grabs beer*

Scott: I'll j-

Riley: Wait. I have it.

Scott: Have what?

Riley: I'm putting you in the shoot.

Scott: What?

Lori: What?

Riley: Who better to accompany you than your own husband? He certainly has the look.

Lori: *laughs* Uh, I think you must have accidentally snorted some of the models' blow. Scott doesn't want any part of this.

Riley: *looks at Scott* How do you feel about doing it?

Lori: Awful. He's not doing it.

Scott: Now wait a second. What's this for?

Riley: Housewife Highlife. We're launching the Miami line and we want Lori to be the model.

Scott: *looks at Lori* It might be fun for you.

Lori: I don't want my face plastered in magazines. That's for the professionals.

Scott: You are a professional.

Lori: Whore, not model.

Riley: You're a natural.

Lori: Put yourself in the shoot. You have a story, right? Kidnapped baby...not so much kidnapped anymore.

Riley: I'm not sure that would have the same appeal.

Lori: Okay, how about this. Cougars of the Tropics. I'll give you Anni's number. Then you can put Scott in the shoot.

Riley: It's a classy shoot, Lori.

Lori: Define classy.

Riley: No nudity or compromising positions. We just want you to wear the clothes and sell them with a little help from your story.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Why did you have to be pretty?

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *sigh* Fine. I'll do it. BUT no funny stuff and there will be no children in these pictures.

Riley: Deal. See you tomorrow morning, 6am sharp. *walks away*

Car drives away

Lori: I hate my sister.

Scott: You'll do great.

Lori: *sigh* Day one and my car's already being slutted out.

Scott: Your car?

TBC....................................
 
Interesting... From accusations of drug use, to warnings...to photo shoots....this runs the gamut. I love that Scotty basically threw Lori out under the bus about the shoot. But what matters is that the car is going to be there:D . I also thought it interesting that Tom and Scott were about to go mano y mano. Interesting to see how this pans out...

Awesome update!
 
Lol! Love how Lori has decided that Scott has just bought her a new car! And now the car has been pimped out for a photo shoot with her and Scott as the models! This is gonna be interesting.

well at least Tom told Scott how he really feels about him and Anni finally! I think this is all gonna come to a head soon and somebody is gonna get enlightened alright and its not gonna be in a zin kinda way either!

great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :adore:

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Gables Estates, driveway, 6am

Riley: Okay, I want the garage door closed and make sure we get the palm trees in the background.

Lori: *looks around*

Scott: *walks over*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: You look beautiful this morning.

Lori: Yeah well it required a lot of help and plenty of coffee. I can't believe Riley got me up at 4am. *sigh* If my stiletto puts one dent in the car, I'm going to cry.

Riley: *runs over* We're almost ready for you. We'd like to do a few shots of Lori alone on the car and then with Scott.

Lori: How about this. We put a bag over my head and let the magazine readers guess who it is.

Riley: Nonsense. You're beautiful. *snaps fingers* Makeup!

Lady: *walks over, starts dabbing Lori's face*

Lori: *squints* I've been out here 5 minutes and you're already doing re-touches? *pushes Lady* Stop it.

Scott: Just go with the flow, Lori.

Lori: Shut up. I hate you for encouraging this. Divorce back on.

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *slaps Scott* It's not funny.

Near car

Riley: Okay, I'd like you to kind of lean over the car backwards.

Lori: Oh so not only am I a model now, I'm also a contorsionist.

Riley: Just lean backwards on your elbow.

Lori: *frowns, leans over car*

Riley: Now extend your leg.

Lori: Isn't this pose a little amateurish?

Riley: Look at the camera.

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Riley: Okay, we want hot housewife. Not bored housewife.

Lori: Are you a photographer or a CEO?

Riley: You have great shape to your body, use it.

Lori: I am.

Riley: Just relax and play around with the pose.

Lori: You want me to eat a Carl's Jr. burger while we're at it? Or maybe we can have a shot of me scrambling eggs on the engine block.

Riley: For the next 25 frames, you're not going to open your mouth unless it's to smile.

Lori: *sigh*

20 minutes later

Riley: Okay, let's get you on the hood.

Lori: Gee, I thought you'd never ask.

Crane lifts overhead

Riley: We'll do an overhead shot.

Lori: Of what?

Riley: You, sweetie. Look up at the camera, play with your hair, whatever comes natural. Release your inner slut.

Lori: I thought this was a classy shoot.

Riley: *looks at Hans* Are you getting the pictures?

Hans: I'm getting a lot of her talking.

Riley: *looks at computer screen* There are some nice ones there.

Hans: *sigh*

Backyard, near pool

Riley: Alright, let's get Lori and Scott on the chair.

Lori: *sits on chair* How many more of these do we have to do? I don't think I've ever changed my clothes this much in my entire life.

Riley: As many as it takes to get what we want. *takes Scott's arm* Try to loosen her up a bit.

Scott: *nods*

Riley: Okay, here we go.

Scott: *sits*

Lori: *hides head behind Scott*

Riley: ...Lori, what are you doing?

Lori: I'm going for quiet fear.

Riley: I want fearless.

Lori: *lifts head* Easy for you to say, you're behind the camera.

Riley: Put yourself in the mindset of...10 years ago.

Lori: You want me to get high?

Scott: Fearless, Lori.

Lori: Fine. Does that include a shot of me strangling Scott?

Riley: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Guess not.

10 minutes later

Riley: Let's try for some tenderness.

Lori: Go to hell.

Riley: I want to see your connection with Scott.

Lori: Then you should buy a time machine and go back 6 years.

Riley: That's exactly what I want you both to do.

Lori: I don't mean to be a diva but I'm not feeling it.

Riley: Then we'll work with your current state of mind. I want you on top of Scott.

Lori: *stares at Riley*

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *looks at Scott* What are you smirking at?

Scott: This is probably the most action I'm getting all week.

Lori: *pushes Scott* Get on your back.

Scott: Yes ma'am.

Lori: Now what? Am I supposed to whip you or something? *gasp* Hey! I do have that whip Tom gave me.

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *smiles*

Riley: *slaps Hans*

Hans: I'm getting it, I'm getting it.

Riley: Okay, some passion please.

Scott: *leans up, kisses Lori's neck*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Riley: I know you have more passion in you than that, Lori.

Lori: I'm trying to think of something sexy.

Scott: *starts to laugh*

Lori: He's not helping.

Riley: *slapping Hans*

Hans: Stop it. I'm the damn photographer, I'll get it.

Riley: Let's get some shots of Scott all over Lori.

Lori: *looks at Riley* Do you really need to ask him?

Scott: Ha. Ha.

Lori: *smiles*

Den, 7pm

Riley: You ready to see them? They're not the final versions of course but you'll get an idea of what to expect.

Lori: Sure.

Riley: *clicks mouse*

Scott: *looks at screen*

Lori: Aw, how sweet. Scott and I almost look like a couple.

Scott: Yeah, what a surprise.

Lori: Now this magazine doesn't get distributed everywhere, right?

Riley: Uh, just all over the continental 48 and Europe.

Lori: ...Fantastic.

Scott: What do you have to be nervous about? You're beautiful.

Lori: Eye of the beholder.

Riley: We're doing a shoot for the business line in September. Don't be surprised if I call, Scott.

Scott: *looks at Riley* Why?

Riley: We're going to New York and I think you'd do great.

Scott: ...Why?

Lori: See? Now who's nervous.

Scott: Wasn't this a one-time thing?

Riley: It doesn't have to be. There's a lot of potential in you, Scott.

Lori: Yeah Scott. *wraps arm around Scott* I think it would be fun for you.

Scott: Alright, I get it.

Riley: I should be going. *closes laptop* I'll send you guys an advanced copy when the magazine's printed. *stands*

Lori: *nods*

Scott: It's been a pleasure, Riley.

Riley: *smiles* See you guys later. *walks away*

Scott: *leans back on couch, flips on television*

Lori: You looked pretty good. Almost healthy.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Do you have something to tell me?

Scott: *lifts brow* About what?

Lori: *pulls baggie from pocket* Found this in the car when Riley wanted me to do interior shots.

Scott: *looks at baggie*

Lori: You were high today.

Scott: *lifts eyes* No I wasn't. I don't know where that came from.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: I really don't.

Lori: Heroin's pretty low, Scott.

Scott: It's not mine. I'll take a drug test if you want.

Lori: Maybe you were saving it for later.

Scott: Lori, I'm telling you the truth.

Lori: You were the only one in that car.

Scott: There were plenty of people around the car all day.

Lori: I found it in the glove compartment.

Scott: *shakes head* I-...Tom.

Lori: You're blaming Tom?

Scott: He was with me today. We had a disagreement and he threatened me.

Lori: That doesn't sound like him.

Scott: It does if he's using again. *blinks* Unless he planted it there. We stopped to fill up the tank and he was gone for about 10 minutes.

Lori: Why would he plant heroin in your car?

Scott: To ruin my sobriety, our relationship, my contact with the kids, the list goes on. He seems to think I'm trying to steal Anni from him.

Lori: Are you?

Scott: Of course not. We're just friends.

Lori: You shouldn't even be friends. She's old enough to be your mother.

Scott: ...She's old enough to be your mother.

Lori: And she used to be like a mother to me but you screwed it up. Literally. Congratulations.

Scott: I didn't realize you two were that close.

Lori: ...I looked up to her.

Scott: And now you don't?

Lori: I got caught up in this stupid rivalry with her about you. And I get why she gravitated toward you, I really do. But it frustrates me to see another relationship I have swirl the bowl.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: She's supposed to be with Tom and I'M supposed to be with you.

Scott: Right.

Lori: You don't seem convinced.

Scott: I'd be lying if I said Tom and Anni were a perfect fit.

Lori: Who do they fit with?

Scott: If I'm being honest, Anni fits better with Speed.

Lori: Huh. What about Tom?

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *laughs* You think Tom and I are a perfect match.

Scott: At times.

Lori: I disagree.

Scott: It's a little hard to ignore the chemistry.

Lori: Chemistry has nothing to do with it.

Scott: Oh, okay. That's explains why we've been together so long.

Lori: *smile fades*

Scott: I'm kidding.

Lori: *slaps Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *wraps arms around Scott, pushes him onto couch*

Scott: Love you.

Lori: *kisses Scott* Love you too.

Scott: You should model more often.

Lori: Why, so you can finally fit in with your other CEO friends?

Scott: I don't have any CEO friends.

Lori: Poor baby. *kisses Scott's nose*

Scott: *smiles*

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