CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

I hate that Paul died, I love that Bob was the one to tell Scott. It made the impact of it a lot less harsh. I also love the fact that they had the conversation. I happen to think that it's okay to love, but only from afar. I have a feeling that Anni's trying to work on her relationship with Tom; she's going to be okay if they become strictly friends. I know she fell hard, but I think she realizes that Scott's Lori's guy for life- that and Tom's not so bad either:D

Poor Cody went through it, didn't he? That poor kid, I just hope that the people who are responsible get theirs...

Excellent update!
 
Thanks for the review. :)

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New York, condo, 4pm

Scott: *walks in, tosses wallet*

Bob: *steps in, shuts door* You sure you'll be okay?

Scott: Oh yeah, I'm fine.

Bob: You can call me, day or night.

Scott: I appreciate it.

Cellphone beeps

Bob: *pulls out phone, looks down*

Scott: Something important?

Bob: No. *places phone in pocket*

Scott: You sure? You've been getting text messages all evening.

Bob: *sigh* It's my ex-wife, Sheila. Now that I have money, she wants me to put her kids through university.

Scott: Does that seem completely unreasonable to you?

Bob: Not at all. But the new car and million-dollar home is another story. She also wants liposuction.

Scott: Quite the grocery list.

Bob: I'll have to speak with her about it. She may have walked all over me for 15 years but she's not going to do it again.

Scott: You tell her what for.

Bob: Will I see you tomorrow?

Scott: Definitely.

Bob: Take care, Scotty. Don't do anything I wouldn't.

Scott: I guess the hookers are out of the question then.

Bob: *smiles*

Gables Estates, house, 7pm

Lori: *opens box, pulls out clothes*

Tom: *steps over* Steph and Dom are in bed.

Lori: Thanks. This is the only time all day I've been able to go through the stock.

Tom: This is your sister's fashion stuff.

Lori: Yeah, I get samples every month. *pulls out bikini* ...I guess we're starting on the beach line. *stands* None of this is practical for the beach. You think mothers are going to wear this?

Tom: No but college chicks might.

Lori: They may as well be naked.

Tom: I agree.

Lori: *slaps Tom*

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: Have you ever considered modeling for the company?

Tom: *smile fades* ...That's for handsome people.

Lori: You're handsome. *pulls clothing from box* You're just a little bit like a stray dog. A bath and a haircut and you clean up well.

Tom: I'm flattered.

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: *steps closer* I always thought you liked me dirty.

Lori: *smiling* I'm a classy woman now. Kind of like a stray cat who's been adopted.

Tom: That's not arrogant at all.

Lori: I'm just messing with you.

Tom: Why am I a dog and you're a cat?

Lori: Cats are clean. Dogs are loyal.

Tom: *lifts brows* I'm loyal.

Lori: They also lick their crotches and eat garbage.

Tom: Hilarious.

Lori: *laughs*

Tom: *wraps arms around Lori's waist* I'll always be loyal to you, Lori. No matter who or what you are.

Lori: *smile fades*

Tom: I always have been.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *lies forehead against Lori*

Lori: *drops clothing*

Tom: Or maybe I'll just lick my crotch.

Lori: UGH. *shoves Tom*

Tom: *laughs* You're so gullible.

Lori: You're an ass.

Tom: Guilty.

Lori: Can't you be serious for 5 minutes?

Tom: 3's my limit.

Lori: It's no wonder Anni slept with Scott.

Tom: *smile fades* What's that supposed to mean?

Lori: He doesn't treat everything like a game.

Tom: No, he treats everything like a stock on Wall Street. If it's not of any benefit to him, he discards it. I mean, the same logic applies to you. Why did he sleep with Anni? Obviously you weren't doing it for him anymore.

Lori: Clearly you weren't doing it for her either.

Tom: So we're both losers.

Lori: Exactly.

Tom: Great, glad we're on the same page.

Lori: *lowers eyes*

Tom: We're crappy spouses.

Lori: Yeah.

Tom: Want to trade?

Lori: Sure, you can have Scott.

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: You should head home.

Tom: Yeah. I'll call you later.

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *walks away*

New York, condo, bedroom, 1am

Scott: *rolls over*

Doorbell rings

Scott: *frowns*

2 minutes later

Doorbell rings

Scott: *sigh*

Foyer

Scott: *opens door*

Anni: *lifts eyes*

Scott: *blinks*

Anni: Hi.

Scott: *stares at Anni*

Anni: *walks in*

Scott: *wraps arms around Anni, lifts her*

Anni: *smiles*

Scott: *kisses Anni*

Anni: *wraps arms around Scott's neck*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Drapes flutter in the moonlight

Scott: *sits up, looks at watch*

Living room

Scott: *looks around, sits on couch*

Telephone rings

Scott: *picks up phone* Hello?

Lori: Did I wake you?

Scott: *sigh* ...No. I was awake.

Lori: Doing what?

Scott: Watching television. Is something wrong?

Lori: No, why?

Scott: You don't usually call at 1am.

Lori: I missed you.

Scott: *lowers eyes*

Lori: Do you miss me?

Scott: ...Of course I do.

Lori: How's work been?

Scott: Uneventful.

Lori: You seem bummed out.

Scott: I'm just tired, that's all.

Lori: I could sing you a lullaby.

Scott: *smirks* It'd be the first.

Lori: Your mom never sang you to sleep?

Scott: Oh she sang alright. The Pinot Noir helped her out. Although she wasn't necessarily singing in my direction.

Lori: Ouch. Even my mom tried when I was 5.

Scott: Therein lies the difference. Your parents actually cared about you.

Lori: Are you okay?

Scott: I'm fine. Why?

Lori: ...Did your parents ever hug you?

Scott: *stares blankly*

Lori: Scott.

Scott: ...I want to come home.

Lori: Then come home.

Scott: Okay.

Lori: Seriously?

Scott: Yes. Otherwise I'm going to stay here and disappoint you again.

Lori: What do you mean?

Scott: I'll see you in about 3 hours. *hangs up phone*

Miami, Gables Estates, house, 4:30am

Lori: *reading book*

Scott: *walks in*

Lori: *stands, runs over* Hey! *hugs Scott*

Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: *leans back* Have you been crying?

Scott: No.

Lori: Your eyes are all red.

Scott: I had a couple drinks.

Lori: *frowns*

Scott: Okay, I didn't. I was crying.

Lori: Which one's the truth?

Scott: Whichever one pisses you off less.

Lori: I don't smell alcohol. *hugs Scott* My Scott was crying.

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori* ...Why do you always call me Scott?

Lori: *lifts brow* That's your name.

Scott: It's so formal.

Lori: No it's not.

Scott: You're the only one who does it on a consistent basis.

Lori: If I call you Scotty, it reminds me of Star Trek.

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: Beam me up, Scotty.

Scott: You know, despite popular belief, Kirk never actually said that. It was always "Mister Scott".

Lori: ...I can't believe we're having this conversation.

Scott: You could always call me Steve McQueen.

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *kisses Scott*

Scott: *turns head away*

Lori: *blinks* ...What's wrong?

Scott: I need to tell you something.

Lori: What is it?

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

Den

Scott: *sits on couch*

Lori: *sits* You aren't high, are you?

Scott: No.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: I'm just going to say it. I'm in love with Anni.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...I thought you wanted us to work.

Scott: I do.

Lori: Evidently 'I do' means nothing to you.

Scott: You needed to know, Lori.

Lori: No. I didn't.

Scott: I don't want to keep hiding things from you.

Lori: Why? Everything was fine before. We were rebuilding our relationship, you told me that you wanted to be with me and the kids.

Scott: I still do.

Lori: Apparently not.

Scott: So you'd rather we live a lie.

Lori: Yes. If it keeps us together.

Scott: I can't do that.

Lori: *looks around*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: You're not even going to apologize.

Scott: Would it help?

Lori: No.

Scott: I still love you, Lori. I always will.

Lori: No. You're just like every man. They use me, fool me and then leave me. I'm tired of being abandoned by everyone.

Scott: I'm not going to abandon you, Lori.

Lori: You already have.

Scott: *takes Lori's hand* I regret hurting you, everyday. As your husband, I'm supposed to love and cherish you and I'm sorry that I haven't lived up to those expectations. I wish I was perfect, I wish I could go back and redo everything but I can't. ...I can't.

Lori: *looks at Scott* ...Don't leave me.

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *hugs Scott*

TBC....................................
 
What a revelation! And how very awesome that they are committed to working things out. Scotty needs his family, although when someone reveals that they are in love with someone else, it doesn't bode well for the first. Interesting to see where this leads- it's so deep with emotion!

It's awesome, yet...mind boggling...I can't stop reading though...this is highly addictive(for lack of a better word).

Awesome update!
 
Well what more is there to say! at least hes being honest with her! i still think lori & tom need to give it a real shot! I think that they are predestine to be together!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Biscayne Park, house, bedroom, 5am

Tom: *lights cigarette*

Anni: Do you have to do that in here?

Tom: Yes. *blows smoke* You're amazing, babe.

Anni: *takes cigarette* No smoking in the house.

Tom: *drops head onto pillow*

Anni: And my name isn't 'babe'. That's a pig's name.

Tom: *leans over, kisses Anni*

Anni: Mm, we need to talk.

Tom: Or we could go for round 2.

Anni: *smiles* I think you've had enough.

Tom: *wraps arm across Anni*

Anni: What happened to you?

Tom: *pulls arm away* Excuse me?

Anni: *looks at Tom* I'm interested to know the rest if you want to share.

Tom: I don't.

Anni: Why?

Tom: Because you're my wife, not my therapist.

Anni: You told Lori.

Tom: That's different.

Anni: Why?

Tom: I'm not married to her.

Anni: Why does the fact that we're married make any difference?

Tom: ...*lowers head* I don't want you to think of me differently.

Anni: You can trust me, Tom. I'm not here to make you feel bad, I'm here to love you. No matter what you say to me.

Tom: *nods*

Anni: What happened?

45 minutes later

Anni: *stares blankly*

Tom: And that's pretty much it.

Anni: I see.

Tom: Well, goodnight. *rolls over, covers head with blanket*

Anni: *climbs under blanket* Thomas...

Tom: What.

Anni: It's okay.

Tom: ...*starts to cry*

Anni: *wraps arms around Tom*

Tom: *crying* It's not fair. I didn't do anything wrong.

Anni: No, you didn't.

Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 6am

Lori: *staring at wall*

Scott: You awake?

Lori: Maybe.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's back*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Scott: *slides closer, wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: *leans back*

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: Have you told her?

Scott: No.

Lori: Will you?

Scott: I think I'm truthed out for right now.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: I didn't think I'd still be alive after telling you.

Lori: What can I say, I'm...enlightened.

Scott: Are you.

Lori: Okay, I've done the same things to you so I can't exactly be that mad.

Scott: You have every right to be angry.

Lori: I'm just...not. I mean, not mad enough to go crazy.

Scott: Big difference from our other fights.

Lori: I used to be a hot-head, huh.

Scott: That's an understatement.

Lori: ...Why aren't I anymore?

Scott: You had an emotional imbalance due to a mass. Apparently it had been there since childhood.

Lori: And it made me spaz out.

Scott: I think your experiences and environment played a part.

Lori: *rolls over* I remember some of the incidents. You holding me down...my dad trying to get a knife from my hands after I'd cut myself up.

Scott: You were destructive sometimes.

Lori: It must have been scary.

Scott: *places thumb on Lori's cheek* Terrifying.

Lori: *runs hand through Scott's hair*

Scott: I'm glad you've stabilized.

Lori: You have some anger issues of your own.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *sigh* What a pair we are. That's what you get when you meet the love of your life in rehab.

Scott: *smiles*

Condo, 9am

Speed: Steph! Let's go!

Steph: *runs downstairs*

Speed: Ready?

Steph: Yup. Is Grama coming?

Speed: She's already at the park with Dom.

Steph: *runs out door*

Playground

Steph: *jumps on swings*

Dominick: STEPHIE!

Steph: Hi Dommy.

Dominick: *jumps onto swing*

Steph: You gotta swing your feet, Dommy.

Dominick: *kicks feet*

Steph: No, you have to push back too. See? *starts to swing*

Dominick: *kicking feet*

Steph: *sigh*

Bench

Katie: That kid is a monster. He told me to come with him down the slide and he pushed me down and giggled.

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie* Kids are great.

Katie: *looks at Speed* ...Kids are not great. Dominick's going to be the next Jeffrey Dahmer.

Speed: He's just being a boy.

Katie: And I bet Mrs. Dahmer said that too. Just watch, you'll find dead squirrels lining the outside of Lori's house. She wasn't that nutty as a child.

Speed: Maybe Scott was.

Katie: Yeah right. Scott probably sat in his room until he was old enough to walk into Wall Street without the police calling mommy and daddy.

Speed: *smirks*

Katie: Steph's cute, I guess. I mean, the girl gets annoying when she wants cookies. She's a cookie addict.

Speed: So was Lori.

Katie: Yeah and look how that turned out.

Speed: She's fine now, Katie.

Katie: I'm sure she is. But you ever wonder how she can handle a career AND kids at the same time?

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: That was the most sexist thing I've ever said.

Speed: Lori does a good job.

Katie: Maybe she's doing lines on the side to keep herself fresh.

Speed: I have a hard time believing that. She's come a long way.

Katie: This week. *crosses arms*

TBC.........................
 
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It seems like the truth is coming out in more ways than one. I hope that all this truth brings about closeness between Anni and Tom and Lori and Scotty. I don't think that any more swapping should go on, but then again, it would make for good drama. For the moment though, I'm satisfied that things are calm and hopefully some healing can begin for them all.

Katie is really hatin' on Lori. Why can't she be happy that she's not strung out and a whacked out loser? I'm struggling to understand her dynamic as a mother. Maybe it's not for me to understand...


Awesome update!
 
I'm with Anni about Katie! why does she always have to be such a negative Nancy about Lori all the time! And why is that her and Speed can't get closer to Riley? they never seem to interact with her anymore! I really think she should be brought into the dynamic of this crazy family a little more often than she is! she also needs a really goofy ass boyfriend that nobody cares for! lol! that or a girl friend! maybe shes Gay like uncle Josh that would be a perfect stressor for Speed and Katie to deal with! lol!

Well the jury is still out in on Lori & Scott's relationship! they just can't get to the right page with each other!

Tom is another piece of work! one min. can't tell her about his childhood the next he can! then he turns over and tries to ignore it!

Boy this bunch sure gives new meaning to dysfunctional family!

Great Update Geni
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Gables Estates, house, backyard, 6pm

Dominick: *running* GONNA GETCHA!

Scott: *smiles* I don't think so. *runs around tree*

Dominick: *runs around front of tree, grabs Scott's leg*

Scott: AH! You got me!

Dominick: *smiles*

Scott: *picks up Dominick* Now I've got you!

Dominick: *squeals*

Scott: *smiles, ruffles Dominick's hair*

Dominick: *grabs hair*

Inside house

Speed: *looks outside, places dish into sink* Dom looks happy.

Lori: Such things are fleeting. *washes plate* I should enjoy it while it lasts.

Speed: How's the career going?

Lori: *smirks* It's going.

Speed: Your mother seems to think you work too hard.

Lori: I like to keep busy.

Speed: You don't look very tired.

Lori: I love what I do.

Speed: Dominick can be a handful.

Lori: Sometimes.

Speed: Scott's always away for work.

Lori: *looks at Speed* Is there something you want to ask me?

Speed: Are you using?

Lori: *lifts brow* No.

Speed: Tilt your head up.

Lori: *frowns*

Speed: Father's perrogative.

Lori: *tilts head up*

Speed: *clicks on flashlight*

Lori: Satisfied?

Speed: *grabs Lori's arm* Yes.

Lori: You sure? You haven't checked between my toes yet.

Speed: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *smiles*

Speed: You really love your job.

Lori: I do. *turns to sink, grabs plate* I finally found something I'm good at besides selling drugs.

Speed: Selling clothes.

Lori: What can I say, I'm an entrepreneur. Well, I use that term loosely.

Speed: What about modeling?

Lori: *scoffs* Yeah right. Not unless you want me to start snorting coke again.

Speed: *nods*

Lori: I'm perfectly happy being behind the scenes.

Katie: *runs over* I don't know who did it but your jacuzzi's broken.

Lori: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *wrings out hair*

Lori: I'll have Tom take a look at it.

Katie: You mean Scott.

Lori: Scott's a crappy handyman.

Speed: I could look at it.

Lori: I don't want you in my bedroom. You snoop.

Speed: I don't snoop.

Katie: Yes you do.

Speed: It's not snooping.

Lori: CSIs call it something else?

Speed: Yeah. Investigative police work.

Lori: *smiles* You're not getting in my bedroom. That is, unless you want to find all my toys.

Speed: I hope you mean stuffed animals.

Lori: I don't.

Speed: *frowns*

Lori: Maybe I'll learn how to fix it myself.

Katie: HA. Yeah right.

Lori: *looks at Katie* You don't think I can fix a bathtub.

Katie: No. I wouldn't want you to break a nail, sweetie.

Lori: I was taking apart M-16s and putting them back together in the jungle when you were busy baking pies. Of course, M-16s tend to jam but they were cheap.

Katie: I don't think I've ever baked a pie in my life.

Speed: There was that special one you made for Eric on his birthday.

Katie: *smiles* Oh yeah. He must have been in the bathroom for a week. That was a long time ago. Back when I was actually young and hot. Not old and icky.

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie's waist* You're still beautiful to me.

Katie: Your vision must be going.

Speed: *smirks, kisses Katie's cheek*

Lori: *lowers eyes, stares into sink*

Katie: So. *claps* What's for dessert?

Lori: There's a cake in the oven.

Katie: You don't cook.

Lori: I looked it up on the internet.

Katie: How come Scott didn't bake the cake? He's a much better cook than you.

Lori: *looks at Katie*

Katie: You've probably poisoned it. *smiles* He makes his creations sweet and tasty. Just enough sugar, not too much spice.

Lori: *drops pan, walks away*

Katie: What did I say? Gosh, she's so moody.

Den, 8pm

Lori: *pours wine*

Scott: *walks downstairs* Kids are down for the evening.

Lori: Super. *drinks wine*

Katie: *hands glass to Speed* Have a drink.

Speed: I don't know how many times we have to go over this.

Katie: *looks down at glass* It's not alcohol. It's wine.

Speed: Wine is alcohol.

Katie: But it's natural. *smiles* Mm grapes.

Speed: *shakes head*

Katie: How's work, Scott?

Scott: Well, the CEO killed himself.

Everyone: *looks at Scott*

Scott: That's about it.

Katie: Geez. What a coward.

Scott: *looks at Katie*

Katie: Life's not that hard.

Scott: He was dying of lung cancer.

Katie: So that's a good excuse? Seems pretty selfish to me. *drinks wine*

Scott: There are a lot more selfish things.

Katie: Then you approve of what he did.

Scott: I didn't say that.

Katie: How'd he die?

Speed: Katie.

Katie: What? I'm curious.

Scott: He jumped off a building.

Katie: Ouch. I don't think flat as a pancake is the way I'd want to go out. *makes hand motions* BZEEEEEEER QUOOSH!

Speed: Stop that.

Scott: It's more like a gunshot.

Katie: *lifts brow* How the hell would you know that?

Lori: Drink your wine and shut up.

Katie: You shut up.

Scott: Long story short, the company needs a new CEO.

Katie: OH! They can hire YOU!

Scott: I don't think that's going to happen.

Katie: Why?

Scott: ...I don't want the job.

Katie: But you'd get lots of money.

Scott: I have plenty. Besides, there's already someone lined up. Her name's April, she seems capable.

Katie: Ooh a woman in charge. How revolutionary.

Lori: Riley's in charge of her company.

Katie: Riley's a Speedle.

Lori: So?

Katie: I raised you both to be strong and independant.

Lori: You didn't raise either of us.

Katie: ...I gave birth to you. It counts.

Lori: Scott's mother gave birth to him and the only thing she taught him was how to get loaded.

Speed: *frowns* Lori.

Lori: Sorry but it's true. He spent his whole childhood taking care of her instead of the other way around. It makes me sick to my stomach.

Scott: It's okay.

Lori: No it's not. It's unfair.

Scott: A lot of things are unfair.

Katie: Yeah like the prices at the grocery store.

Everyone: *looks at Katie*

Katie: Oh come on, like you haven't noticed. $5.99 for a watermelon. That's extorsion.

Speed: You don't even eat watermelons.

Katie: I don't want one to grow in my belly after I eat the seeds.

Speed: That's impossible.

Katie: No it isn't. How do you think Lori was born?

Speed: Different kind of seed.

Katie: Oh. Pomegranate?

Lori: Clearly Dad's been out of service for way too long.

Speed: Lori...

Lori: *smirks, drinks wine*

TBC................................................
 
Now...what has been said about family dinners?:guffaw: That's right, they usually end up with a lot of tension and tension seems to be this family's middle name. I think they should outlaw alcohol at these little get togethers...

Awesome update!
 
Thanks for the review! :)

Could you imagine a family dinner without alchohol? :eek: Katie would have nothing to do...or say. Hey, maybe you're onto something. :D

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Bedroom, 11:30pm

Scott: *tosses shirt into hamper*

Lori: *walks over, wraps arms around Scott's waist* Hi.

Scott: *looks at Lori* Hey.

Lori: *smiles, kisses Scott's shoulder*

Scott: You're drunk.

Lori: Happy.

Scott: *turns around* Good. Get some rest. You have an early meeting tomorrow, remember?

Lori: I don't see what that has to do with right now.

Scott: Because when you get ideas, we don't end up sleeping at all.

Lori: *smiles* Now we're on the same page.

Scott: Goodnight, Lori. *steps back*

Lori: *smile fades*

Scott: *climbs into bed*

Lori: I bet you wouldn't refuse Anni.

Scott: *turns out light*

Lori: *nods* Fine. *walks over to window, opens it* You get to sleep in a breeze, then. *pulls off shirt*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Lori: *tosses jeans*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: It's a shame you're missing all of this.

Scott: *gets out of bed*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *steps over*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *leans closer*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Scott: *pulls window shut*

Lori: *opens eyes*

Scott: *walks over to bed, lies down*

Lori: *frowns* Well-played.

Scott: Thanks.

Lori: *crawls over Scott, lies down* You know, there are times when these games are fun. I'm not having fun tonight.

Scott: What a shame.

Lori: Okay, I'll make things less fun for you then. *sits on Scott*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Lori: *crosses arms* Have fun sleeping.

Scott: You have 3 seconds to get off my chest.

Lori: Or what?

Scott: Or you'll find out.

Lori: Ooh, empty threats. My favourite.

Scott: *picks up Lori, places her on bed*

Lori: *sits on Scott's chest*

Scott: *picks up Lori, places her on bed*

Lori: *sits on Scott's chest*

Scott: Lori, I'm tired.

Lori: You're never tired.

Scott: So that automatically means I can't be?

Lori: Yes.

Scott: Hilarious. *tosses Lori gently*

Lori: *sits on Scott*

Scott: *sits up, places hands on Lori's cheeks*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: I love you to death but you're irritating the hell out of me.

Lori: *smiles* Good.

Scott: Not good.

Lori: *pinches Scott's cheeks* You're so cute.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *slaps Scott's cheek* You're like one of those English royal guards. *smiles* This'll be fun. *tickles Scott*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *grabs Scott's nose* Beep beep!

Scott: *blinks*

Lori: *ruffles Scott's hair* Come on, let's play.

Scott: I'm losing my patience.

Lori: *smiles* Rawr. *bites Scott's lip*

Scott: *turns head away* I would appreciate it if you would stop crawling all over me for the next 5 hours.

Lori: Sorry, not gonna happen.

Scott: Oh it's going to happen, whether you like it or not.

Lori: More empty threats. Y'know, a better man would probably go through with them. Like Tom.

Scott: Don't test me.

Lori: But it's what I do best.

Scott: One...

Lori: *smiles* He's counting again.

Scott: Two...

Lori: Go ahead and hit me.

Scott: Th-

Lori: ACK! *jumps off Scott* Don't hit me! *covers head*

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *opens eye* ...Well what are you waiting for?

Scott: Nobody said I was going to hit you.

Lori: *sits up* That's not fair. You can't just threaten like that and not follow through. Smack me.

Scott: No.

Lori: Come on, hit me.

Scott: Nah.

Lori: Why?

Scott: Not really my style. *lies down*

Lori: That's not fair. *grabs Scott's arm* It was my mission to piss you off.

Scott: Consider the mission failed.

Lori: *punches Scott in the gut*

Scott: Lori, enough.

Lori: There has to be some adrenaline and testosterone in there somewhere. I'm determined to find it. *punches Scott's back*

Scott: You ever hear the saying 'don't poke the bear'?

Lori: Yes. *pokes Scott*

Scott: *sigh*

Lori: *punching Scott's back*

Scott: *rolls over*

Lori: *punches Scott's face*

Scott: *sits up*

Lori: *screams, jumps off bed*

Scott: Lori, get up here.

Lori: No. You're going to hurt me.

Scott: *rolls eyes*

Lori: *peeks up over bed* Right?

Scott: Wrong.

Lori: I thought you were losing your patience.

Scott: Apparently I'm more patient than I thought.

Lori: *crawls onto bed*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Does this mean we can have some fun now?

Scott: No.

Lori: *makes pouty face, crosses arms* But I wub you.

Scott: *smirks* I love you too.

Lori: Then what's the freaking hold-up?

Scott: You ever get the feeling we get along better as friends?

Lori: No. Why, why would you say such a thing? Why?

Scott: Forget it, then.

Lori: Let's be real, I probably will in the morning.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: I don't want to be your friend. *wraps arms around Scott's neck* I want to be your woman. *hugs Scott* And you're mine.

Scott: I'm your woman?

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *smiles, wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: Now can we have fun?

Scott: No, sweetie.

Lori: *leans back, looks at Scott* This is like ripping open a Christmas present that's been wrapped in duct tape. You sure you weren't a priest in another life?

Scott: That depends on the kind of priest.

Lori: The kind that isn't allowed to christen the nuns, if you know what I mean.

Scott: You are the bad innuendo to my empty threats.

Lori: See? We're meant for each other.

TBC..............................
 
Clearly, Lori was trying Scott. And apparently, he knew this. It's so cute when they're not trying to rip out each other's throats. I hope that things continue on the good path for them, although Scott's question to Lori raises concerns...but ah...why worry? For the moment, they're good.


Awesome update:D
 
Thanks for the review! Hehe. :)

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Miami, restaurant, 11am

Anni: *looks at watch* I thought you said she'd be here 20 minutes ago.

Tom: It's Lori. She's never on time.

Anni: *munches salad*

Lori: *runs over* I'm here! I'm not late!

Tom: You are...25 minutes late.

Lori: *sits* I needed to stop by the store to get Anni's size.

Tom: *lifts eyes* What's the the new hair color?

Lori: *smiles* I got tired of blonde.

Anni: Dark hair suits you.

Lori: Thanks.

Tom: I don't like it.

Lori: You don't have to. *opens bag* Okay, I have the spring dress, the...bikini and the t-shirt and jeans you wanted.

Anni: Excellent. *pulls out check-book*

Lori: Here's the bill.

Anni: *clicks pen*

Lori: *places paper on table*

Tom: *leans over* ...500 dollars? Are you kidding me?

Lori: No.

Tom: I don't have that kind of money.

Anni: I do.

Tom: That's a ridiculous amount for some clothes.

Anni: They're designer.

Tom: They're pieces of fabric sewn together.

Lori: *looks at Tom* I could always order you something. Here, I brought the catalogue. *pushes catalogue*

Tom: I don't want your expensive clothes.

Lori: Okay, keep your ratty old rags.

Tom: Excuse me, I dress well.

Lori: Not as well as you could. Right, Anni?

Anni: She has a point.

Tom: I'm not going to be sucked into this...cult of yours.

Lori: *smiles* It's not a cult. It's people with taste.

Tom: You weren't as mean when you were blonde.

Lori: *opens book* Take a look, Tom. I'm sure you'll find something.

Tom: *looks down at catalogue*

Lori: This is the business line and over here, we have the casual stuff.

Tom: *closes book* Nope.

Lori: Then how about you come by the store. I'll find you something nice.

Tom: I don't need you to dress me.

Lori: I could undress you too.

Tom: Ha. Ha.

Lori: *smiles*

Anni: You should do it, Tom. *smiles* Then I could take you out with me.

Tom: I see how it is. It's gang up on Tom day. *looks at watch* I need to head to work.

Anni: See you this evening?

Tom: Sure. *leans over, kisses Anni*

Anni: *places hand on Tom's cheek*

Tom: *smirks* Hold this thought for later.

Anni: *smiles*

Tom: *stands*

Lori: *lifts head*

Tom: *ruffles Lori's hair* Change this back. *walks away*

Lori: *frowns, straightens out hair*

Anni: I like it, you should keep it.

Lori: Thanks. *takes glass from table, sips soda* Looks like you and Tom are getting along.

Anni: Things are good for the moment.

Lori: Super. I guess I shouldn't tell you what I was going to tell you, then.

Anni: *blinks* What were you going to tell me?

Lori: Well, it's not really any of my business and I don't want to turn into my mother so...I can't tell you.

Anni: Then why bring it up?

Lori: My mouth is faster than my brain.

Anni: I see.

Lori: *sips soda*

Anni: Is it about Tom?

Lori: No.

Anni: ...Speed?

Lori: No.

Anni: Scott?

Lori: *nods* No.

Anni: ...Okay. Will it jeopardize my marriage?

Lori: *nods* I have no idea what you're talking about.

Anni: Can you just tell me?

Lori: No.

Anni: Why?

Lori: Because it'll ruin my marriage too. It's bad enough he's in love with you, I don't want you going aft-

Anni: He's in love with me?

Lori: Ah damnit.

Anni: He told you that?

Lori: *sigh* Yes.

Anni: How did he say it? I mean, what exactly did he say?

Lori: He said "I'm in love with Anni".

Anni: *smiles*

Lori: No no. You're married to Tom. You love him, he loves you.

Anni: It's...still nice to hear.

Lori: *stares at Anni* ...Yeah, it actually is.

Anni: *lowers head*

Lori: I take it he's never told you anything like that.

Anni: No.

Lori: What exactly did you two do when you were together?

Anni: *smiles*

Lori: *rolls eyes* Besides that.

Anni: ...We'd talk for hours and hours about...everything. We laughed, we cried...it was an amazing few months. I've never had such a connection with anyone before, not even with Tom.

Lori: I know what you mean.

Anni: He's a good man.

Lori: Yeah, seems like everyone wants a piece of him.

Anni: Oh Lori I don't...I don't mean to suggest that I actually want to continue a relationship with him.

Lori: Obviously he does with you.

Anni: Really? Because he hasn't even called me in the last couple of weeks.

Lori: Can I just tell you how weird this is? Okay? You're like my mother.

Anni: *blinks*

Lori: You helped raise me and look out for me and kick my ass. And now my husband says he's in love with you.

Anni: ...I didn't realize you thought of me that way.

Lori: What, you think Katie's much of a mother? Then again, she used to go after my husband too.

Anni: I don't expect you to understand why we became closer but it happened. And didn't you do the same thing with Tom to Scott?

Lori: Yeah. I've made a lot of mistakes. And I didn't even treat him very well.

Anni: *nods*

Lori: ...I don't know why he still wants to be my friend.

Anni: He has a good heart.

Lori: *slides bag over* Yeah. Anyhow, I figured you should know.

Anni: Thanks.

New York, APL Financial, 90th floor

Bob: *presses button on phone* Send her in, please.

Door buzzes

Sheila: *walks in*

Bob: *looks at Sheila* Good afternoon.

Sheila: ...You look different than when I last saw you.

Bob: It's been a long time.

Sheila: 6 years.

Bob: *steps around table* We need to talk about your texts.

Sheila: So you'll do it? You'll put the kids through college. And you'll pay for my surgeries.

Bob: One step at a time. What exactly are these surgeries for?

Sheila: I want to give my boyfriend a present for his birthday.

Bob: You mean your divorce lawyer.

Sheila: *smiles* You're still sore about that.

Bob: No, I'm happy for you. But I'm not going to be paying for any gifts.

Sheila: Come on, Robert. It's not like you don't have 30 grand to spare.

Bob: I'll help out the kids, but I won't pay for your surgery.

Sheila: Fine. I'll give you my account number.

Bob: *shakes head* No. I'm going to set up separate accounts that they can access when they turn 18.

Sheila: Why?

Bob: Because it's not your money. That's why.

Sheila: *steps closer* We can work something out, right? I mean, they're going to be irreponsible with the money, you know it.

Bob: Maybe but it's not your decision.

Sheila: *takes Bob's hand* We should catch up.

Bob: I'm not interested.

Sheila: You're only dating some guy to get back at me, aren't you.

Bob: I'm not dating anyone. I'm married.

Sheila: To a man.

Bob: Yes.

Sheila: You always wanted kids. I guess that isn't going to happen.

Bob: It's not completely out of the realm of possibilities.

Sheila: So you're planning on growing a uterus.

Bob: Look, you and I had a few good years and your kids deserve the best. But I'm not an ATM machine and your presence here after today would no longer be appropriate.

Sheila: You're very confident behind your position and money. If you were like that when we were together, we might still be married.

Bob: I've changed.

Sheila: No kidding.

Bob: I hope things work out for you.

Sheila: Can't say I want the same for you. *turns around, walks away*

Bob: *stares blankly*

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