CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

Oookay. Is there any doubt as to why Dom has issues now? That conversation alone has me worried for the only sane person in that house...and that would be Stephie. Seriously, they are arguing the merits of stabbing versus gutting. Clearly... CLEARLY there are some issues there.

It's good that Dom is now on meds though- now he won't kill anyone.

Awesome update:D
 
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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 8am next day

Scott: *rolls over, wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: *looks back* You don't have work?

Scott: Saturday.

Lori: Oh my God. *sits up, pulls up sheet* Have you checked the kitchen? Is Dom up yet?

Scott: *pulls Lori back down* He's still asleep.

Lori: What? That's impossible. He's always up at 5:45am. Every day.

Scott: *smiles* Do you hear that?

Lori: ...No.

Scott: Exactly.

Lori: You shouldn't have let me sleep in.

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek* You're so beautiful when you sleep.

Lori: What happened to you living in a condo downtown?

Scott: It's lonely there. *kisses Lori's neck*

Lori: I need to make breakfast.

Scott: We have time.

Lori: Steph has to be at her dance lessons at noon, I have to get her a new leotard thing. *sits up* Do you know where I put th-

Scott: Stop. *sits up, wraps arms around Lori's waist* Relax for a while.

Lori: *jumps out of bed, grabs jeans* Riley's in Paris this week so I have to make sure the shipment gets in before Tuesday. *turns around* It's not some kind of long weekend, is it?

Scott: No.

Lori: ...Have you been working out?

Scott: *smiles* Yes.

Lori: Oh. You look...nice.

Scott: Thank you for noticing.

Lori: *sigh* ...*crawls into bed* I'm sorry. I've just been busy and with Dom stressing me out, I just-

Scott: It's okay. I know how hard you work.

Lori: *lies down* Not hard enough. I'm barely keeping up.

Scott: That's what I'm for.

Lori: *grabs Scott's cheeks* Move back in.

Scott: *smiles* Okay!

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: Ack! *coughs* Can't breathe.

Scott: Oh, sorry. *leans back* You alright?

Lori: Peachy.

Bedroom

Steph: *jumps onto bed*

Dominick: *rolls over*

Steph: How come you're still asleep?

Dominick: Tired.

Steph: *pokes Dominick in the face*

Dominick: *staring blankly*

Steph: Are you okie dokie?

Dominick: *mumbles*

Steph: *shakes Dominick* Get up.

Dominick: *closes eyes*

Steph: Dommy, I wanna play.

Dominick: *covers head with blanket*

Steph: *stands* MOMMA! *shrieks* MOMMA!

Lori: *runs in* What! What's wrong!

Steph: Dommy's tired.

Lori: Jesus, Steph. You were screaming bloody murder over that? Let your brother sleep and go get some cereal.

Steph: Okay. *walks away*

Lori: *shakes head*

Biscayne Park, house, 12:25pm

Tom: *opens door*

Lori: You busy?

Tom: No, but I-

Lori: *pushes Steph and Dominick* Watch them for a few hours. Steph's dance lesson got canceled and Scott thinks I need a break so he's taking me out.

Tom: But-

Lori: You're great, thanks. *turns around, runs away*

Tom: *stares blankly*

Steph: Tommy, do you have any cookies?

Tom: Yeah, I think there's some in the kitchen.

Steph: *runs away*

Dominick: *leans against wall*

Tom: *looks at Dominick*

Dominick: *staggers sideways*

Tom: *grabs Dominick* You okay?

Dominick: *rubs eye*

Tom: *kneels* Hey. *places hand on Dominick's head* You up for some cookies?

Dominick: *shakes head*

Tom: Did you get into your dad's stash or something?

Dominick: He doesn't got a moustache.

Tom: *smirks* C'mon, kid. Let's get you some sugar. *picks up Dominick*

Miami apartment

Brook: *runs down hallway*

Speed: *runs* Come here, you! *swings Brook into arms*

Brook: *giggles*

Speed: You remind me of my college roommate's cat. She'd never stay in the tub longer than 5 minutes.

Brook: We goin' to zoo now?

Speed: *wipes Brook's face* Not until we get you de-sudsed.

Brook: *smiles*

Anni: *knocks on wall* Hey, not busy?

Speed: *turns around* I think we're going to the zoo.

Anni: *looks at Brook* She's too soapy for the zoo.

Brook: I go play in mud then. *grins*

Anni: *smirks* Not a chance, munchkin.

Speed: *places Brook on floor* Go get dressed.

Brook: *runs into room*

Anni: You're covered in soap.

Speed: She decided she wanted to play with the bubbles instead of bathe in them. *smirks* I figured a little soapy dodge ball wouldn't hurt.

Anni: Look at you, all domesticated. *smiles* It's kind of cute.

Speed: Thank you.

Anni: *places hands on Speed's chest* You might want to change out of this before we head to the zoo.

Speed: Where's Tayla?

Anni: At home. She has a fever so I didn't want to take her all over Miami.

Speed: Good thinking.

Anni: *stares at Speed's chest*

Speed: Something wrong?

Anni: ...Did I ever give you my ring back?

Speed: I think so.

Anni: *nods* ...You've sure been collecting them, huh.

Speed: *smirks* Hopefully Tom won't be the next in line to earn a bunch of them back.

Anni: *lifts eyes*

Speed: It's a joke. You're supposed to laugh.

Anni: ...Can I tell you a secret?

Speed: Sure.

Anni: You promise you won't tell anyone.

Speed: Of course.

Anni: You know how Colton and Katie used to go out.

Speed: Right.

Anni: Well it looks like they were together while you guys were married. Katie's moving to a smaller place and I was helping her organize some of the boxes and found a photo album. There were some...compromising pictures of her and Colton, some of them dated to about the time Lori was 4.

Speed: That doesn't really surprise me.

Anni: There's more. In the back of the photo album, there was a bunch of forms and signatures. One of the forms has a map of Colombia on it and some place named Puerto Tejada was highlighted.

Speed: ...Why would Katie have a map of Colombia?

Anni: I found a money order for 50 grand. It's dated for the same day Lori was taken to Colombia.

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: I think Katie paid Colton to take Lori. Like some sort of kidnapping-for-hire. The stuff about how the Colombians were going to poison the water supply if they didn't get an American girl was all bull.

Speed: *lowers eyes*

Anni: She probably thought no one would ever bother looking and that Lori would either die or stay there.

Speed: Why would Katie want to get rid of Lori?

Anni: I don't know. She was already pregnant with Holly, maybe she couldn't handle two children? Maybe some sort of depression related to pregnancy? Or she's just psychotic. Either way, I think there's something genuinely wrong with Katie. How exactly did Holly die?

Speed: Severe allergic reaction to hand cream.

Anni: *blinks* You didn't know she was allergic to whatever was in the cream?

Speed: No.

Anni: And nobody took her to a hospital.

Speed: I was at work. Katie found her.

Anni: Didn't Katie give her the cream?

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: You have to wonder...did she know the couple who took Riley? Christ, didn't Katie have an abortion when you guys were trying for a child?

Speed: *rubs forehead*

Anni: This all seems a little...fishy.

Speed: *sits on couch*

Anni: *kneels* Each time, Katie would have received a lot of attention. Sympathy.

Speed: *looks at Anni* We need to tell someone.

Anni: Would it do any good? Riley's back and Lori's back.

Speed: Holly's still dead.

Anni: Locking Katie up wouldn't bring her back.

Speed: It might stop her from getting to Steph and Dom. Hell, if she's after all my kids, Brook might be next.

Anni: We might have evidence on her involvement with Lori but we don't for Riley and Holly. Do you want to put Lori through a trial after everything that's happened?

Speed: Depends what the statute of limitations on conspiracy to kidnap is.

Anni: We could ask Scott.

Speed: ...Why would Scott know?

Anni: *smiles* He's smart.

Speed: *frowns*

Anni: *smile fades* Not the time?

Speed: *sigh*

Brook: *runs over* READY!

Speed: *looks at Brook* ...Your shirt's on backwards.

Brook: *looks down at shirt* Oops.

Speed: *looks at Anni* Katie had better hope to hell that I don't find her anywhere near Brook in the next millenium.

Anni: *nods*

Speed: *picks up Brook, stick her on lap* Let's fix your shirt.

Anni: So...you don't love Katie anymore?

Speed: *lifts eyes*

Anni: *shrugs* Just wondering.

Speed: You're married to Tom, remember? Much younger, more attractive, r-...

Anni: *stares at nails*

Speed: Jersey's not close enough to New York for you, there, Anni?

Anni: What? I didn't say I prefer New Yorkers. I thought you were fom Miami for the longest time.

Speed: And Scott?

Anni: ...He looks pretty in a business suit.

Speed: Uh huh.

Anni: It's fine, I'll just have to find a way to make Tom more international.

Speed: He hates suits.

Anni: Do me a favor. Change the dress code for the day shift.

Speed: No.

Anni: Come on, he cleans up nice. Just do it for a day.

Speed: I'm not going to help you fulfill your fetishes.

Anni: It's not a fetish. Unlike you and blondes.

Speed: *frowns* You aren't blonde.

Anni: Yeah and we fell apart in the bedroom, didn't we.

Speed: That's so appropriate to bring up in front of Brook.

Anni: The understanding of intimacy in the Speedle family doesn't seem to reach more than second base.

Speed: Hilarious.

Anni: Do you kind of wish Brook wasn't here?

Speed: Little bit.

Anni: *smiles* Yum.

Speed: *winks, stands* Let's get going.

Anni: *stands*

TBC.............................
 
OOO! Now they think Katie has tried to do away with all the kids just to get all the attention! I hope she doesn't try to get any of the others! I guess Anni and Speed would be doing the nasty if Brook wasn't there huh! Anni needs to go and tend to her husband instead of trying to climb in bed with everyone else. She should have thought about that before she left Speed!

Great update Geni!
 
How awesome is this? Scotty and Lori getting along...DOM still sleeping and not wreaking havoc... Anni divulging information... Anni and Speed FLIRTING:guffaw: all the things that just made my night that much more awesome:D

Loved everything,...EVERYTHING!


Awesome update
 
Thanks for the reviews! Hehe. :D

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Menswear Store, 4pm

Anni: *shoves Tom*

Tom: *stumbles inside* Did you have to tie me up?

Scott: Yes. *pushes through door*

Tom: It was YOU I smelled through the blindfold.

Scott: We're going to find you something to wear.

Tom: I have plenty of clothes.

Scott: A Ramones t-shirt is not clothes.

Anni: *walks over to racks* Here we are. We'll get you something tailored.

Tom: *backs up* No no, I-

Scott: *pushes Tom* Yes yes you will.

Tom: What the hell are you even doing here? If I look hot, Lori will want me.

Scott: *laughs* How mistaken, young Jedi you are.

Tom: *frowns* I'm older than you, you Yankee bastard.

Scott: Keep moving.

Anni: Ooh black is nice on you.

Scott: He needs something white.

Tom: I'm not wearing a white suit. This is the 21st century.

Scott: White dress shirt.

Tom: Ah come on, I wore one once. Isn't that enough?

Anni: Nope. Go try it on. *hands shirt to Tom*

Tom: I hate you both. *walks away*

Anni: And don't forget the tie! *hands over tie*

Tom: *looks down at tie* It's pink.

Anni: Very stylish.

Tom: Gay.

Anni: Oh Thomas.

Scott: I wear pink.

Tom: You sang Moulin Rouge on the roof of your beach house.

Scott: I'm very comfortable with my sexuality.

Tom: *shakes head, walks away*

Anni: *looks at Scott* I should have filmed that.

Scott: *crosses arms*

10 minutes later

Tom: *walks over*

Anni: *smiles*

Scott: *wraps arm around Anni's waist* Our little boy's growing up.

Anni: Now if I could just get rid of his rocket ship boxers...

Tom: *frowns* You *points to Anni* were not supposed to tell that to anyone and you *points to Scott* get your grubby Finch paws off my wife.

Scott: *steps back* Temper temper.

Tom: Stop getting laid. I hate happy Scott. He ruins my whole day.

Scott: *tilts head* Your tie isn't right.

Tom: *looks down at tie* It's on there, isn't it?

Scott: It's not a seatbelt.

Tom: *lifts head* Ties are overrated.

Scott: *steps forward, grabs Tom's tie* We'll give you a Shelby knot. They're great for dress shirts.

Tom: What the hell difference does it make?

Scott: The wide ship goes under the bridge, and over-under, back around.

Tom: Ships can fly over bridges now?

Scott: Think Peter Pan. Pull the loop and tighten. *yanks tie*

Tom: *coughs*

Scott: Captain Hook's ship always makes right-hand turns, floats up through the knot and gets anchored back down. *yanks tie*

Tom: *frowns* Did your daddy teach you this?

Scott: Oh hell no. *smiles* The maid always got us ready for church and special occasions.

Tom: ...Us?

Scott: My mother sometimes needed a little help putting her clothes back on after scaring the neighbors and school children.

Anni: *smirks*

Tom: Huh. My dad was the exhibitionist in the family.

Scott: Straighten out your cuffs.

Tom: Why?

Scott: They're uneven.

Tom: *straightens out cuffs*

Scott: Tuck it in.

Tom: My cuffs?

Scott: Your shirt.

Tom: Why?

Scott: It's proper for a formal business meeting.

Tom: I don't go to formal business meetings.

Scott: Tuck it or I will.

Tom: *frowns* You gotta be the CEO of everything. *tucks in shirt*

Anni: I like his pants.

Scott: Solids are good on him.

Tom: *looks in mirror* I look so boring.

Anni: OH! Can we please put him in bright green?

Tom: NO.

Anni: Nuts.

Scott: We can try something with a subtle variation of color.

Anni: Oooh, I like that.

Tom: But I-

Scott: *leans over, whispers* Shut up, you're going to get lucky.

Tom: *blinks*

Scott: *smiles* This way. *walks away*

40 minutes later

Tom: I hope you're paying for all of this.

Scott: Sure. I don't mind helping out a friend.

Tom: *frown fades* ...I'm your friend again?

Scott: *rummages through clothes* You've always been my friend.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Gray would be something you could look at. Even a brown every now and again but don't over-do it.

Tom: *nods*

Scott: Women love men who know how to dress so I hope you've been paying attention.

Tom: Boats fly and cuffs need to be tucked into your pants.

Scott: *smiles* We'll go over everything again.

Tom: What's with you?

Scott: What do you mean?

Tom: You're so...

Scott: Happy?

Tom: More or less.

Scott: Life is good. I mean, really good. Lori and I aren't fighting, Dom's not destroying the house and my job doesn't take me away from them. It's where I imagined myself when I met Lori.

Tom: You don't even want to know where I imagined myself when I met Lori.

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: ...But thank God that's over. *fist pump* Lori and I are like water and onions.

Scott: *lifts brow*

Tom: ...In that water isn't an onion.

Scott: I think you're looking for oil and water.

Tom: Right, right.

Scott: *hands suits to Tom*

Tom: How many business meetings am I going to?

Scott: You should always have more than one suit.

Tom: Why?

Scott: You wouldn't wear the same clothes to work every day.

Tom: Why not? The lab coat covers all.

Scott: ...Have you ever had a manicure?

Tom: *frowns* That's a girl thing.

Scott: Oh no it's not. I get manicures all the time.

Tom: You're a girl.

Scott: If you look good, you'll feel good.

Tom: I don't need someone polishing my nails.

Scott: Nobody said you had to wear nailpolish.

Tom: What's next? Gender re-assignment?

Scott: Of course not.

Tom: Good. I'm already less of a man, I don't need to go all the way.

Scott: *places hands on Tom's shoulders* You're not less of a man. Not to me.

Tom: *stares at Scott* ...You're scaring me.

Scott: *pats Tom's cheek, walks away*

Tom: *wipes cheek*

TBC...................................
 
Lol! OMG! Scott is scaring me too! lol! hes actually flurting with Tom and dressing him! OMG! Where is Lori during all of this she should be there to give him her two cents! This is gonna be good! Hes gonna get all dressed up and have to go to work and face Speed! lol! I know how thats gonna go over! lol!

Great update Geni!
 
ah HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! OMG...this entire trip is well, a trip :guffaw: Tom and Scott had a chance to solidify a friendship that apparently Tom didn't know he had. I have a feeling that Tom still is a bit touchy about the way things have panned out for him, but I won't go there. Taking Tom to get a suit ( or two ) was hiliarious. Although, I have to ask, if Tom hates a suit, why is Anni making him do something that he hates? I suspect that Anni loves him no matter what, and well, a good suit does make a man...LOL Nevermind, speculation tends to drive me batty, and I don't need help in that area in the least bit.


Awesome update. I love how up Scotty is:D
 
Thanks for the reviews! Hee!

LOL. Scott flirting with Tom...is it just me or does this fic have more ships than the Navy? :D

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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 11:30pm

Lori: *brushes hair*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori's waist*

Lori: *looks into mirror* Remember when we talked about boundaries? Mushy men gross me out.

Scott: I could always beat you up.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: Love you.

Lori: Love you too.

Scott: *hugs Lori tighter*

Lori: You're not dying or anything, are you?

Scott: Not any more than usual.

Lori: I'm serious. *turns around* What's wrong with you?

Scott: Nothing. *laughs* I'm just happy.

Lori: Don't be.

Scott: Why?

Lori: It makes me nervous.

Scott: My happiness makes you unhappy.

Lori: No, I just...I don't want you to get disappointed if life starts to suck again.

Scott: *smiles* That's not possible. Everything's exactly the way it should be.

Lori: For now.

Scott: Can't we just be happy? I don't want to worry about everything.

Lori: I think it's nice that you have this new sense of peace but I'm not as optimistic. Things always seem too good to be true when it comes to me.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's cheek*

Lori: It's hard for me to be happy.

Scott: You don't think you deserve it.

Lori: I don't.

Scott: I disagree.

Lori: *lies head on Scott's chest*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*

Condo, 1am

Katie: *throws bottle, staggers onto floor*

Speed: *steps in, looks around* Katie?

Katie: *lifts head, opens bottle*

Speed: What are you doing? *runs over* You're bleeding.

Katie: *looks at ankle* Must have slipped.

Speed: *kneels* You've been drinking.

Katie: You're a smart one. *pokes Speed's nose, laughs*

Speed: *grabs Katie's cheek* Why?

Katie: I don't know why you're smart.

Speed: No, why are you drinking? I thought you stopped.

Katie: So did you.

Speed: And I haven't had a drink in 2 years.

Katie: Lucky.

Speed: Have you considered some sort of...treatment center?

Katie: Why? It won't fix me.

Speed: They're not designed to do all the work for you.

Katie: Why did we break up again?

Speed: Oh trust me, there are more reasons than you can imagine. *grabs Katie's arm* Let's get you upstairs.

Katie: *stands* What about my wine?

Speed: You've had enough. C'mon.

Upstairs, bedroom

Katie: *falls onto bed*

Speed: Do you need anything?

Katie: Yeah, a drink.

Speed: Besides that.

Katie: *rolls over*

Speed: *wipes forehead*

Katie: *starts to snore*

Speed: *sits on bed*

TBC...........................
 
Lori needs to face it. Happiness is attainable. Lori deserves it, Scott deserves it, hell, even Katie and her warped senses deserves it. I just wish Lori could stop trying to sabotage the greatness that her life has become. It's good...revel in it.

Katie's binge drinking...I believe is a direct decendent of the guilt she's feeling about her involvement with her chilrden's sorted problems. It's time she faced it, or chucked it instead of blathering about it over a bottle of cheap wine. ( I realize that this sounds highly harsh and judgemental, but hey..it's where I'm at at the moment). It's time Katie got herself together.

Awesome update:D
 
Thanks for the review! :)

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Miami Lab, Trace Lab, 3 weeks later

Anni: Hey, how's my pool boy evidence?

Speed: *grabs paper from printer* You're just in time. I've got...yeast and citrus.

Anni: Beer and lemons?

Speed: He did work at a resort.

Anni: The splatter pattern on his clothes was indicative of someone tossing a drink in his face.

Speed: Your killer might be female.

Anni: *smiles* Speaking from experience?

Speed: *smirks* I'm still here, aren't I?

Anni: *smiling* I have a few possibles on ice; two are female co-workers.

Speed: Let me know how it goes.

Anni: Will do. *turns around, stops* ...*looks back* Has Katie called you?

Speed: Not since she admitted herself.

Anni: I hope she's doing alright.

Speed: I'm sure she is.

Anni: Did she confess anything to you before she left?

Speed: No.

Anni: You must be so angry with her.

Speed: I only have proof of her involvement with Lori. We both had a hand in it so the blame doesn't fall soley on her.

Anni: If she hadn't paid Colton, the entire situation wouldn't h-

Speed: I think she's been punished enough.

Anni: *sigh* Tim...*walks around table* dismissing it doesn't help.

Speed: I'm not dismissing it. I'm forgiving her.

Anni: *blinks* Why?

Speed: She needs help, not condemnation.

Anni: *nods*

Treatment Facility, 1pm

Doctor: *sits in chair* Okay, welcome to group therapy, everyone. Let's get to the root of some of the issues we spoke about yesterday.

Katie: *lifts hand* OH OH! Pick me!

Doctor: *smiles* Katie. Go ahead.

Katie: Yesterday, a group of y'all called me a whiney bitch in the cafeteria. I resented that and nobody spoke up in group.

Doctor: Would anyone like to respond to Katie's concerns?

Jagger: *leans back in chair* Yeah, I'll bite. *looks at Katie* It's the truth, you whiney bitch.

Katie: *frowns*

Doctor: Why do you feel that way?

Jagger: She whines constantly and she's a bitch.

Katie: That's no reason to call me a whiney bitch.

Jagger: *crosses arms*

Doctor: It seems as though you two have some issues with one another.

Katie: I didn't do anything to him.

Jagger: You conceived your daughter, who grew up and slept with me, who then got me dropped in this God forsaken hell-hole.

Katie: ...You know Lori?

Jagger: *stares ahead*

Katie: Am I as hot as her?

Jagger: You should be worrying about staying sober.

Katie: But I don't have a problem.

Jagger: Stop saying that!

Bedroom, 7pm

Katie: *pulls off shirt*

Jagger: *knocks on door*

Katie: *turns around*

Jagger: *blinks* Sorry, I'll come back later. *walks towards door*

Katie: What do you want?

Jagger: *stops* ...Wanted to...apologize.

Katie: *smiles* Ooh. *walks over* You're surrendering.

Jagger: Someone has to. *turns around* We have to tolerate each other for the next couple of months.

Katie: *places hands on Jagger's chest* ...This is goin' to be fun.

Jagger: *stares at Katie*

Katie: *winks*

Jagger: You're going to make this hard for me.

Katie: You have no idea.

Jagger: Is this really productive?

Katie: *pushes Jagger against wall, shuts door*

Jagger: *grabs Katie's jeans*

Katie: *smiles*

TBC........................
 
Yes... highly productive indeed. That's exactly what rehab is for... insane banter about being a whiney bitch and jumping men who are the same age as your daughter. That's exactly what you needed to figure out , hey, I do have a problem. Apparently, she hasn't hit that rock bottom yet. I can't assume that she's not plagued with guilt over what she's done. But by the looks of it, she's pretty much swept that under the rug.
Condeming her isn't productive in the least bit, but she's not showing much productivity on her part. I'm a bit disgusted by her at the moment ( as i have been for a while now), not only for her blatant disregard for her own safety, health and sanity, but also for her inability to be held responsible for even an iota of what she's doing.

There, I said it.


Awesome update:D

ps The Anni /Speed banter/ flirting was choice...:)
 
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Gables Estates, house, 9am, 2 weeks later

Lori: *sips tea*

Scott: *staring at laptop* I need a hobby.

Lori: I agree.

Scott: *lifts head* What exactly do rich people do for fun?

Lori: Besides coke and hot women?

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: Buy a boat or something.

Scott: ...We don't have a river-front property.

Lori: Then let's get one. It could be our recreational house. Oh! We can rent it out for 6 months out of the year to snowbirds.

Scott: Something tells me that would be more fun for them than me.

Lori: What do you have against Canadians?

Scott: *looks at laptop* You know, Bob has his pilot's license.

Lori: *blinks* What?

Scott: He belongs to a club and everything.

Lori: ...You want to be a pilot.

Scott: I like planes.

Lori: You hate flying.

Scott: Learning might be fun.

Lori: ...Buy a boat.

Scott: I don't want a boat.

Lori: But you don't know anything about planes.

Scott: That's where the learning part comes in.

Lori: What's wrong with a safe hobby?

Scott: Planes are safer than cars.

Lori: How do you feel about Lincoln Logs?

Scott: Lori, this could be good for me. Imagine it. *smiles* I could have something in common with other men. Straight men.

Lori: I think it's nice that you want to conform and do something macho but...can't you join a golf club?

Scott: I don't like golf.

Lori: Here's to hoping you reconsider.

Scott: *clicks mouse* I just booked some lessons.

Lori: Ugh. Scott Thomas Finch, you are going to be the death of me.

Scott: *smiles* I'm sorry you feel that way, Loriana Elizabeth Finch.

Lori: *throws bagel*

Scott: *laughs*

Miami apartment, 1pm

Speed: *cuts pizza*

Brook: *claps hands*

Lori: He's insane.

Speed: He's cloistered. I'm not surprised he wants to get out there and get his hands dirty.

Lori: You don't understand. Scott sucks with anything mechanical. It took him 3 years to fix the fan belt in his car.

Speed: Have you considered that it's not just about the planes?

Lori: Yes. I know he wants to make some friends but are a few snooty rich people worth his life?

Speed: Scott's ambitious. When he puts his mind to something, there's not much you can say to deter him.

Lori: I know, it's frustrating.

Speed: Let this play out and see where it goes.

Lori: Everytime I 'let it play out', something bad happens. And something bad usually happens because he doesn't listen to me. I told him not to leave us to work in New York for 9 months out of the year and he did and our marriage fell apart. I told him not to keep taking his medication and he did and he almost died YET AGAIN.

Speed: Maybe he's tired of you telling him what he can and can't do.

Lori: That's ridiculous.

Speed: You're like this in the bedroom, aren't you.

Lori: *frowns* No.

Speed: *opens newspaper*

Lori: ...Yes.

Speed: That's why he's buying a plane.

Lori: So it's my fault that he wants to get himself killed.

Speed: Lori, I'm going to speak for all men here when I say: Let him have his hobby. Trust me, it'll keep him coming back to you.

Lori: *lifts brow* How?

Speed: We love you but sometimes we need to...be around men. We need to feel like men.

Lori: You're saying I effeminate him.

Speed: I'm saying let him be.

Lori: It's not like I make him wear my underwear or anything. He can do whatever the hell "man" thing he wants. As long as it's not 10 000 feet up in the air.

Speed: And I'm sure he understands that.

Lori: You know, Tom doesn't have any manly hobbies and he seems plenty fine to me. Unless you count hookers as a hobby.

Speed: He has yoga.

Lori: Yes, because that screams testosterone.

Speed: If you wanted to start a hobby that was potentially dangerous, would Scott have a problem with it?

Lori: Yes.

Speed: But he'd support you anyway.

Lori: *crosses arms*

Speed: He would.

Lori: He supports everyone, no matter how idiotic they're being. *kicks table* Damned Finch.

Speed: I think he would want the same from you.

Lori: This isn't fair. Why do you always have to defend him? You're supposed to agree with the fruit of your loins.

Speed: No I'm not.

Lori: This is because I'm not a New Yorker, isn't it. Because I can tease Jersey and live in fear too.

Speed: *smirks* I love you just the way you are.

Lori: *grabs pizza* Yeah yeah, whatever. *bites into pizza*

Miami Beach, 2pm

Tom: *sifts through sand*

Katie: *runs over* Need help?

Sand flies

Tom: *stares blankly* ...Where the hell did you come from?

Katie: Oh, I got kicked out of rehab. Apparently rockin' the kazbah with the resident Latino is a capital offense.

Tom: See that yellow tape over there?

Katie: *looks back* Yeah, what about it?

Tom: That means this is an active crime scene.

Katie: *looks at Tom* So?

Tom: So you're trampling all over my evidence.

Katie: What evidence?

Tom: I guess now I'll never know.

Katie: *kneels* Have a spare bedroom?

Tom: *lifts eyes* I barely have my own bedroom.

Katie: I had to sell my condo and now I'm homeless.

Tom: How unfortunate for you.

Katie: You're my only ally.

Tom: Ask Lori. She has 7000 square feet of space.

Katie: Can't. She won't speak to me.

Tom: How about Scott?

Katie: Uh, yeah right. Not unless my name was Ann-

Tom: *frowns*

Katie: -ie Oakley.

Tom: I'd like to help you, but I don't want to encourage your behaviour and I don't have any space. I have enough children at home.

Katie: But...but...you always wanted another child.

Tom: Not a 52-year old one.

Katie: Drats. *snaps fingers* How about your garage?

Tom: No.

Katie: Your car?

Tom: Where's your car?

Katie: Bank took it. Horatio suspended me without pay for coming to work drunk.

Tom: Good.

Katie: Not good. I need a job. You want me to be a prostitute? Because I'll do it.

Tom: ...I will put you up in a hotel for ONE night. You have 24 hours to find a job.

Katie: *smiles* You're the best. *hugs Tom*

Tom: *pushes Katie* Don't squander your time.

Katie: *looks at watch* I have to go now?

Tom: You have a lot of ground to cover on foot.

Katie: ...Can you help me?

Tom: I'm busy.

Katie: But I have no idea how to interview for a job. Horatio handed me mine.

Tom: I guess it's time to learn.

Katie: ...Maybe you have some advice?

Tom: Yeah. Stay off the street corners.

Katie: Come on, you know what it's like to be in my position. Lori helped you.

Tom: She didn't do everything for me.

Katie: Just this one time? Please? I swear, I won't ask for anything else again.

Tom: *sigh* ...Why don't you meet me across the street in 30 minutes for a cup of coffee and we'll go over some classifieds.

Katie: *smiles* Thanks! *stands, runs*

Tom: *lowers head*

TBC...........................
 
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I promise,...if they don't stop helping Katie...UGH...I'm not being mean, but she's never going to learn. She takes everyone's help and tramples over it and gets into deeper ka-ka ...leading to EVERYONE HELPING HER AGAIN. This chick needs to hit rock bottom...a Real rock bottom and finally figure her life out.

And Tom...exactly , what is he thinking? He knows...HE KNOWS what this is going to lead to. I would love to see how he is able to stop Katie from talking him into something else...

Sorry, I just really can't stand manipulation...


Awesome update though...:D

Ps...Scotty...flying... CHOICE!
 
All I can say about Tom helping Katie Again is Sucker! They all are gonna have to just give her the tough love thing and get it over with or shes never gonna do anything on her own! That or Speed or Lori are gonna have to get a court order and have her committed the little rubber room for a while.

I think Speed really want to see her get well but hes gonna have to lock her up before she hurts herself or someone else!

Great update Geni.
 
Thanks for the reviews. :)

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Gables Estates, house, 10am next day

Scott: *bites pencil, types*

Lori: *puts plate on table* Please tell me you're not buying a plane.

Scott: I've moved on.

Lori: Thank God. *sits*

Scott: I'm going to go rock climbing.

Lori: What? No, that's not a hobby. *smiles* You know what you'd love? Making those little ships in a bottle.

Scott: That's not exciting. *grabs paper, writes*

Lori: What's next? Sky diving?

Scott: *looks at Lori* You're brilliant. *smiles, kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: If you want to commit suicide, there are plenty of guns in the safe.

Scott: I want to do 10 things I've never done before. You should join me.

Lori: Is this some sort of mid-life crisis?

Scott: I never thought of it that way.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *writing*

Phone rings

Lori: *grabs phone, presses button* What. *looks around* ...Doris?

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Lori: Um, hi. How are you?

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: You're in town? *looks at Scott* Why?

Scott: *places pen on table*

Lori: Uh huh. *stands, walks away*

Scott: What's going on?

Lori: *lifts hand* And for how long?

Scott: *stands, steps closer* What does she want? Is she okay?

Lori: Sure, you can stay here.

Scott: *sigh* Lori, y-

Lori: Shhh.

Scott: *frowns*

Lori: *smiles* Great. We'll see you then. *closes phone*

Scott: Want to fill me in?

Lori: Oh, your mother's in town and she has nowhere to stay so she's staying here.

Scott: Why's she in town?

Lori: Vacation. She wants to see the kids.

Scott: *nods*

Doorbell rings

Lori: *smiles* Yay! *runs away*

Scott: *looks back*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door*

Doris: *smiles* Lily!

Lori: *smiling* Okay! *hugs Doris*

Doris: *hugs Lori* It's so good to see you, dear.

Lori: How have you been?

Doris: Oh good, good. *steps back* I learned how to work a...cellular phone.

Lori: *laughs* Now if we could only teach your son how to use one.

Scott: *walks over* Hey now.

Doris: Scotty! *runs in, hugs Scott*

Scott: Oof.

Doris: I wish I had your phone number, I would have sent you a sexting message.

Scott: What?

Lori: Text message.

Doris: *steps back* There's so much technology out there now, I never know what's what. *looks at Lori* You know, my car talks to me.

Lori: That's so awesome. *looks at Scott* I want my truck to talk to me.

Scott: Why don't I take your bags, Mother. *picks up suitcases*

Doris: Don't drop them, I have gifts for Damien and Samantha.

Lori: Dominick and Stephanie.

Doris: *wide-eyed* You had more?

Lori: *wraps arm around Doris* I'll show you to your room.

Upstairs, bedroom

Doris: Oh my, it's so lovely. *sits on bed* Very plush.

Lori: Can we get you anything?

Scott: *opens suitcase*

Doris: Maybe a cup of tea. It was a long flight.

Lori: Of course.

Scott: *clears throat* Um, Mother?

Doris: Yes, dear?

Scott: *lifts G-string* I hope this isn't yours.

Lori: *smirks, covers mouth*

Doris: A girl's got needs, Scotty.

Scott: *drops underwear*

Doris: *looks at Lori, winks* She knows what I'm talking about.

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: I'll let you unpack the rest.

Lori: One tea, coming up. *walks away*

Doris: *pulls out cellphone, presses buttons*

Scott: *walks around bed, sits* How have you been?

Doris: Oh just fine. *staring at phone* Do you know how to organize these contacts? It keeps doing this funny little thing.

Scott: *looks over* ...How many men do you have in there?

Doris: 45.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Doris: *smiles* I don't date them all, I just like to have them in my telephone. I'm hard to get.

Scott: I see.

Doris: *fiddling with phone*

Scott: *wraps arm around Doris, kisses her forehead*

Doris: *smiles* I've started my own business.

Scott: Do tell.

Doris: I knit sweaters for dogs. *lifts head* Do you have a dog? I could make you one.

Scott: *smirks* I don't have a dog.

Doris: *nods, looks back at phone*

Scott: Seems like you're loving life.

Doris: It's fantastic. *places phone on nightstand* I never thought I'd join a...3G Network.

Scott: *smiles*

Doris: *lifts head* Are you in it too? I hear all the young people are.

Scott: It's the way of the world now, right?

Doris: *grabs Scott's cheek* Sweetie, you need to shave. You're not a caveman.

Scott: Yes ma'am.

Doris: *pats Scott's cheek* Good boy.

Kitchen

Lori: *pours tea*

Scott: *walks over* Everything's put away.

Lori: *smiles* Your mom's so cool. She's such a vixen.

Scott: I know, it's terrifying.

Lori: I finally understand you.

Scott: ...Excuse me?

Lori: *lifts head* I get why you married me.

Scott: *narrows eyes* She wasn't like this until she met you.

Doris: *walks over* Wasn't like what?

Scott: Nothing. *turns around, lifts cup* Tea?

Doris: *smiles* Thank you. *takes cup*

Lori: We were just discussing how successful you are.

Doris: Little ol' me? That's so sweet of you.

Lori: *pulls out chair* Sit.

Doris: *sits* When do the kids get home?

Lori: Steph will be back at 3 and Dominick's with Anni.

Doris: Who's Anni?

Lori: One of our friends. *sits* She used to be married to my father and then she married my lover and slept with my husb-

Scott: *elbows Lori*

Lori: You know what? I should bake a cake. Do you like coffee cake? I like coffee cake.

Doris: *sips tea*

Lori: *stands, walks away*

Scott: *shakes head*

Near oven

Lori: *opens fridge*

Scott: *leans on counter* You mind not divulging everything to my mother? The press has enough of a field day.

Lori: Come on, Scott. You haven't been in the tabloids for months.

Scott: I used to be in Forbes.

Lori: What the hell is Forbes? Is that like TMZ?

Scott: *rubs forehead* You might share everything with your parents but I don't. Especially not...extramarital affairs.

Lori: But we were separated.

Scott: It doesn't make a difference to me whether we were separated or married.

Lori: So if we called it quits for good and I went to live in The Bahamas or something, you'd still consider it cheating if you fell in love with a new woman.

Scott: The Bahamas?

Lori: *shrugs* Yeah. *grabs cookie from jar* Why not? I'm hot and single. May as well throw myself a divorce party with my best friends.

Scott: You don't have any friends.

Lori: I'll buy some with all that money from the settlement. *bites into cookie*

Scott: So...why are we getting divorced in this scenario?

Lori: You went rock climbing and bought a plane.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: I'm sure your new trophy wife will love it though.

Scott: Trophy wife.

Lori: Oh yeah, she's your typical bimbo. The kids call her Malibu Barbie.

Scott: Uh huh.

Lori: She has an ass that won't quit and a lot of air in the gray matter.

Scott: I don't recall being that shallow.

Lori: You love the way she clears a room with that laugh of hers. OH and she talks in her sleep.

Scott: And you're living it up on an island somewhere.

Lori: *smiles* A nudist island. All the naked men you can handle.

Scott: My threshold is very low.

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *lifts cookie* Want a bite?

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek* Not of the cookie.

Lori: *slaps Scott's chest* Your momma's in the room.

Scott: *smiling* She's in the other room.

Lori: *laughs*

Downtown Miami, hotel

Katie: *opens door*

Tom: *walks in* How's the job hunting goin'?

Katie: *shuts door* Not well.

Tom: Why's that?

Katie: *turns around* Nobody's hiring.

Tom: A lot of people are hiring.

Katie: They aren't hiring me.

Tom: You didn't get naked, did you?

Katie: I need more help.

Tom: Katie, you have all the tools you need.

Katie: Except a stable home.

Tom: That's what you need to work toward.

Katie: NO. You don't get it! I CAN'T DO THIS!

Tom: I understand this is hard but you put yourself in this position. You need to fix it.

Katie: *grabs Tom's shirt* You agreed to help me.

Tom: Did you look at the folder I gave you?

Katie: Yes. I went to all the job postings.

Tom: Did you go inside the buildings?

Katie: ...By the time I got the courage, they closed.

Tom: Katie, you have to take control of your life and want to change otherwise you'll be stuck right here.

Katie: How do I change?

Tom: I can't answer that.

Katie: You know what'll happen if I fail. I'll be working on the streets and living in crack dens.

Tom: It doesn't have to be that way, Katie. No one's forcing you to make those choices.

Katie: *crosses arms*

Tom: I'm not paying for another night; you'll have to stay in a shelter.

Katie: I can't.

Tom: Maybe it's what you need.

Katie: *shakes head*

Tom: You have my number. It's on a limited plan in that there's only a limited number of times I'll pick it up when I see your name on it.

Katie: *frowns*

Tom: *walks away*

TBC.........................
 
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