CSI:Miami Road Trip: Unlucky Number 13

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  1. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

    Jul 30, 2005
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    Thanks for the review. :D Hee!


    Miami Crime Lab, Trace Lab, 5 days later

    Tom: *dips pipet into cone*

    Katie: *walks over* You're impotent, right?

    Tom: *lifts eyes*

    Speed: *looks over*

    Tom: Sterile, not impotent. There's a towering difference.

    Katie: I'm working a rape case and my suspect claims he's impotent so he couldn't have possibly assaulted my victim.

    Tom: So?

    Katie: How do I find out if that's true?

    Speed: Sleep study.

    Katie: *looks at Speed*

    Speed: If he's telling the truth, you shouldn't observe anything happening between the sheets during the night. That should tell you whether it's physiological, psychological or just plain obstruction of justice.

    Katie: *nods slowly*

    Speed: *opens folder*

    Katie: *looks at Tom* You're sure Brook's yours?

    Tom: ...Brook is Speed's.

    Katie: GASP. How did you find out!

    Tom: *stares at Katie*

    Katie: I have to tell Anni! *runs away*

    Speed: *lifts eyes*

    Tom: And you were married to her for how long?

    Speed: *smirks*


    Anni: *pulls magazine from gun*

    Katie: *runs in* YOU CHEATER!

    Anni: *flinches, drops gun*

    Katie: Brook is SPEED'S!

    Anni: *blinks* What? *turns around*

    Katie: You were totally cheating on Tom with Tim.

    Anni: ...Katie, Brook was born first.

    Katie: W-...*counts on fingers* Hey.

    Anni: *sigh* Don't scare me like that.

    Katie: I got my math mixed up.

    Anni: *turns around, picks up gun* You really should learn to knock.

    Katie: Why, you got a guy stashed back there?

    Anni: *smiles* Not today.

    Katie: Hilarious. *grabs Anni's arm* What's this thing?

    Anni: It's just a watch.

    Katie: Looks new.

    Anni: It is.

    Katie: Where'd you get it?

    Anni: The store.

    Katie: How much was it?

    Anni: I don't discuss money with people like you.

    Katie: How come?

    Anni: *looks at Katie* You still have that gossip mag circulating around the lab and I don't need everyone in the tri-state area knowing how much I make.

    Katie: You make 65 grand a year.

    Anni: *frowns* Stop going through my garbage.

    Katie: No, I used the database. *smiles* Tom makes 68 grand a year and has satisfactory credit.

    Anni: You're supposed to be using that database for official business.

    Katie: You know how much Scott makes a year?

    Anni: *narrows eyes* You can't find that out.

    Katie: *smiles* I totally did.

    Anni: Spill.

    Katie: Hey, I thought the database was to be used for official business.

    Anni: Just tell me.

    Katie: Okay, well he makes about 55 grand a year from his desk job but because he has 80% ownership of APL, that amounts to about 50-80 mil. a year. Seems like double-dipping if you ask me.

    Anni: *leans against counter*

    Katie: Of course, he gives millions of that away to charities for some reason.

    Anni: *fiddles with watch*

    Katie: Anyway, have fun fixing guns and everything. I'm going to go see how much Speed makes so I can get a big-screen TV out of him. *walks away*

    Anni: *lowers eyes*

    Gables Estates, house, 6pm

    Scott: *pours wine into frying pan*

    Lori: *runs downstairs, heads across room*

    Scott: Hey.

    Lori: *turns around*

    Scott: Where are you off to?

    Lori: Riley has an evening photoshoot on the beach, I have to be there for the fitting. Were you about to cook dinner?

    Scott: *tosses frying pan into sink* I'll just order a pizza.

    Lori: I'm sorry, I can't get out of it.

    Scott: It's fine, Lori. *smiles* I understand better than anyone how important one's career can be.

    Lori: *nods*

    Scott: *walks around counter* I found some pictures in the attic while I was cleaning it out today. You might want to keep them.

    Lori: What were they?

    Scott: You and Tom.

    Lori: *stares at Scott*

    Scott: They look like the photos you get from the mall; seems like you two had a great day so I thought you might want to keep them.

    Lori: *shrugs* It was probably a long time ago.

    Scott: He's still not speaking to you.

    Lori: I'm used to it. Besides, I'm sure I can make better friends.

    Scott: Maybe you could give him the pictures. It might remind him how close you used to be and convince him to tear down some of the wall.

    Lori: *lifts brow* You're actually advocating this.

    Scott: Friendships are important.

    Lori: Obviously they aren't to him.

    Scott: It's worth a shot. At the very least, we will have gotten rid of the clutter upstairs.

    Lori: Where are these pictures?

    Scott: *smirks*

    Biscayne Park, house, 6:25pm

    Lori: *staring at door* ...*knocks on door* ...

    Tom: *opens door*

    Lori: Hi, I-

    Tom: *swings door*

    Lori: *grabs door* I'm not here for very long, I have to head to work. I just wanted to drop something off.

    Tom: *opens door*

    Lori: *hands over photos* These were in the attic, Scott wanted me to get rid of 'em.

    Tom: *takes photos, looks down*

    Lori: Thought you might want to keep them. They're from that summer I moved in for a few weeks with Steph. You took me to the mall so I could get my mind off of Scott and...that was our last stop.

    Tom: *staring at photos*

    Lori: *steps forward*

    Tom: *lifts eyes*

    Lori: *steps back* ...It worked. *smirks* I had a lot of fun that day. Didn't you?

    Tom: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: I mean, I know I stole your car and everything a few days later and cleaned out your wallet but you have to underst-

    Tom: *slams door*

    Lori: -and. Okay.

    Miami Beach, 8pm

    Riley: *snapping photos* Beautiful, keep that pose for just a second.

    Lori: *sits on crate*

    Riley: Okay, let's see your leg forward and your arm back.

    Lori: *picks up cellphone, presses buttons*

    Screen reads: No new messages

    Lori: *sigh*

    Riley: Let's take 5. Great job.

    Model walks away

    Riley: *turns around* Did you set up the next group?

    Lori: Yeah, they're waiting by the dock with Eduardo.

    Riley: What's with the detached look on your face?

    Lori: *lifts eyes* I'm just tired, that's all.

    Riley: *sits on crate* Boy troubles, huh.

    Lori: *looks at Riley*

    Riley: I'm lucky I don't have those. *smiles* Jillian's all I need.

    Lori: She doesn't slam the door in your face?

    Riley: Her place doesn't have doors. She's very naturalistic.

    Lori: *runs hand through hair* I've lost my best friend and it's completely my fault.

    Riley: What happened?

    Lori: I told his whole family the secrets he trusted me with.

    Riley: Ouch.

    Lori: I guess I didn't realize how embarrassed he was over them. I mean, I'm not embarrassed about what happened to me.

    Riley: But he did tell you everything in confidence.

    Lori: Yes but his family thought he was a liar his whole life and I'm sure their lack of support aided in his self-hatred. They needed to know the truth.

    Riley: You thought you were validating him.

    Lori: He didn't see it that way. *kicks sand* He hates me now.

    Riley: Sometimes it's hard not to say anything, especially if you feel like you're right.

    Lori: I am right.

    Riley: *smirks* Maybe what he needs is for you to admit that you weren't,-

    Lori: *opens mouth*

    Riley: -even if you think you were.

    Lori: I already apologized.

    Riley: And how many times have you apologized to him before?

    Lori: It doesn't matter. I said I was sorry, he has to forgive me.

    Riley: In a perfect world, sweetie.

    Lori: *crosses arms* I hate men.

    Riley: Want to meet Jillian?

    Lori: My Jillian's at home ordering a pizza.

    Apartment, 9pm

    Speed: *staring at television*

    Brook: *pulls blanket closer*

    Katie: *walks in, stops* Okay I'm ready for my date.

    Speed: Sorry, Anni dropped Brook off. Maybe another time.

    Katie: *places hands on hips* Hey. We had this date planned all week.

    Speed: Nothing's stopping you from making the tacos. I can still eat.

    Katie: No, that's not the POINT. *stomps feet* We were supposed to be ALONE.

    Speed: Face it, Katie. Nothing was going to happen anyway.

    Katie: How do you know?

    Speed: You get too sleepy after you eat meat.

    Katie: Ugh. *sits on couch* I hate being old.

    Speed: You're beautiful.

    Katie: Easy for you to say, it's dark in here.

    Speed: *changes channel*

    Katie: *looks at Brook* How come you let Brook stay up late? You never let our kids stay up past 7.

    Speed: We didn't really have any of our kids long enough to curfew their bedtimes.

    Katie: Oh so it's their fault.

    Speed: Are you drunk?

    Katie: No, I'm frustrated. I had this whole night planned out.

    Speed: We can move taco night to another night, it's not a big deal.

    Katie: I don't want any kids attending.

    Speed: Anni has Brook tomorrow.

    Katie: Yeah right, until she decides she wants to have fun with her younger husband and drops this little guy on you again.

    Speed: Brook is a girl.

    Katie: Whatever.

  2. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    I don't really know where to start. First, Anni and the watch- it's clear that it was a gift, or a result of a gift. Is she feeling remorse for it? I mean, yeah, it's pretty bad that she's sleeping around on Tom with Scott, but she's a grown woman, she can handle the double life she's living... And yes, I saw the swoon she did when she found out that Scott makes millions a year...

    Lori's trying to make a connection, I do believe that she's laying the inroads. I don't believe that Tom has that far to go now that he's reminicing about the good ol' days. In short order, they'll be best buds.

    Check it out, Riley has a girlfriend! It's so awesome that she has someone, and that she's happy enough to dole out good advice! Something that Katie has a difficult time doing, apparently.

    Speaking of...Katie's in the throes of a hissy fit. You know it's love when Speed deals with it:D

    Awesome update!
  3. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

    Jul 30, 2005
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    Thanks for the review!



    Biscayne Park, house, bedroom, 11:30pm

    Anni: *rolls over*

    Tom: *wraps arm across Anni*

    Doorbell rings

    Tom: *opens eyes*

    Anni: *furrows brows*

    Tom: *sits up, swings legs over bed*

    Anni: *pulls sheets up*


    Tom: *opens door*

    Lori: I've been thinking, I-

    Tom: *swings door*

    Lori: *grabs door* I was wrong.

    Tom: *lets go of door*

    Lori: Can we talk? *points backwards* With witnesses...or at least in a place where if I scream really loudly, there will be witnesses.

    Tom: *angry sigh*

    Biscayne park, playground

    Lori: *digs toes into sand* ...I really am sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. You trusted me and I betrayed that trust.

    Tom: *stares ahead*

    Lori: I was completely wrong.

    Tom: *nods*

    Lori: But your dad isn't your dad.

    Tom: *looks at Lori* ...Excuse me?

    Lori: *smiles* You're speaking to me! YAY!

    Tom: What the hell are you talking about?

    Lori: Yeah, your father isn't your biological father. DNA doesn't match.

    Tom: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: I was thinking of looking into it but since you hate me and everything, I figured I'd just leave it alone.

    Tom: I want to see these results.

    Lori: *smiles* They're in my truck. *stands, runs*

    Tom: *lifts head*

    Inside truck

    Lori: *opens glove compartment* Here it is.

    Tom: *grabs paper*

    Lori: I wonder if your mother ever told him.

    Tom: *staring at paper*

    Lori: Maybe it was why your dad killed her.

    Tom: *crumples paper*

    Lori: *lifts eyes*

    Tom: Can you...find out the truth?

    Lori: Oh definitely. It's just a matter of backtracking. I need to know more about your mother, though.

    Tom: My mother was a housekeeper.

    Lori: Maybe she had an affair with one of her clients.

    Tom: No, she uh...she preferred to work alone in their houses, usually when the clients went to work.

    Lori: How about friends? Did any men stop by the house often? Maybe on holidays.

    Tom: *shakes head* Not that I remember.

    Lori: Maybe your mother left behind notes or love letters. Is the house you grew up in still there?

    Tom: It was left to me. I pay the property taxes with my dad's pension.

    Lori: Great, we might be able to find something.

    Tom: I'm not going back there. I haven't been back in 4 years, since I tried to sell it.

    Lori: *grabs Tom's hand* I'll go with you.

    Tom: *looks out window*

    Lori: And I'll pay for the flight and accomodations. Let me do this for you, since I screwed everything else up.

    Tom: *nods*

    Lori: *smiles*

    Gables Estates, house, 10:30am

    Scott: *picks up toys*

    Anni: *walks in* Scott?

    Scott: *lifts head, smiles* Hey.

    Anni: Is Lori around?

    Scott: No, she's had a flight to catch.

    Anni: *nods* With Tom.

    Scott: She's trying to help him find a family member, that's what she told me.

    Anni: She must really be guilty.

    Scott: Can I get you something? Tea?

    Anni: I actually came to give you these back. *lifts box*

    Scott: *takes box, opens it* ...The necklace and watch.

    Anni: I can't accept gifts from you, I'm sorry.

    Scott: *places box on counter, grabs Anni's hands* I want you to have what I gave you.

    Anni: Well unfortunately, you've given me something else I can't keep.

    Scott: *stares at Anni*

    Anni: *stares at Scott*

    Scott: ...*blinks* You're pregnant.

    Anni: *snorts, laughs*

    Scott: *lifts brow*

    Anni: *laughing* No, I was talking about the tuition but that was good.

    Scott: That's not funny.

    Anni: You should have seen your face.

    Scott: Keep the gifts, Anni.

    Anni: I wonder what would happen if I really was pregnant with your child.

    Scott: I'm sure you'd hear Lori screaming from Jupiter.

    Anni: You wouldn't...y'know, expect me to get rid of it or anything.

    Scott: No, absolutely not.

    Anni: *smiles*

    Scott: *stokes Anni's cheek*

    Speed: *walks in* Hey, is Anni here? I saw her car parked out front.

    Scott: *steps back*

    Speed: *looks at Scott*

    Anni: *turns around* Hi Tim. *smiles* Hi Brookie! *runs over*

    Brook: *smiles* MOMMA!

    Scott: *smirks*

    Anni: *grabs Brook, hugs her* How was the sleepover at Daddy's house?


    Anni: He let you stay up late, didn't he.

    Brook: *smiles, nods*

    Speed: She tied her own shoes yesterday so that was the reward.

    Anni: I see.

    Scott: I have to clean up a bit more. You're both welcome to make yourselves at home. *walks away*

    Anni: *looks at Speed* Sorry I had to drop her off so quickly.

    Speed: It's alright. We had a good time. *ruffles Brook's hair*

    Brook: *grins*

    Anni: I bet Katie didn't.

    Speed: You know her.

    Anni: *smiles* Unfortunately.

    New Jersey, neighborhood, driveway

    Tom: *staring at house*

    Lori: *grabs Tom's hand*

    Tom: *snatches hand back*

    Lori: It's a pretty house.

    Tom: Let's just get up there.

    Attic, 2 hours later

    Lori: *opens box*

    Tom: *flips through papers*

    Lori: *grabs papers, coughs* Lots of dust.

    Tom: *leans against wall*

    Lori: Guess that's what an attic should be, huh.

    Tom: *opens envelope*

    Lori: *looks at Tom* Did you find something?

    Tom: It was under the pile of encyclopedias.

    Lori: Who's it from? *slides over*

    Tom: A guy named Gregory.

    Lori: Neat. Is it addressed to your mom?

    Tom: Yeah.

    Lori: Open it, open it.

    Tom: *flips open paper*

    Lori: Read it, read it.

    Tom: Shut up and let me get there.

    Lori: I am.

    Tom: No you aren't.

    Lori: *pinches Tom's arm*

    Tom: Ow. *pinches Lori*

    Lori: OW.

    Tom: *looks back at paper* Dearest love.

    Lori: *smiles* Ooh, I didn't know you felt that way.

    Tom: I'm reading the letter, Lor.

    Lori: Oops.

    Tom: *staring at paper* Dearest love, I offer you my deepest apologies for the swift nature in which I departed. I wish I could have said this in person but there simply isn't time and I want to remember our love, not with sorrow but with blessedness. You have been my greatest inspiration and I shall never forget your sweet scent, which fills my dreams each night.

    Lori: *squeals, grabs Tom's arm* I hope this is the guy. He's so poetic.

    Tom: *folds paper over* It goes on about his unit being deployed to the East and something to do with Russia.

    Lori: Oooh army man.

    Tom: It's signed Lieutenant Colonel, Gregory Williamson of Her Majesty's Armed Forces.

    Lori: That's SO romantic. *punches Tom's arm* You're British.

    Tom: I'm not anything just yet. We don't know that this is the guy.

    Lori: Of course he is. C'mon, let's look him up. *grabs Tom's hand*

    Second floor, hallway

    Lori: *running down hall*

    Tom: *stops*

    Lori: ACK! *falls backwards*

    Tom: *stares into bedroom*

    Lori: What the hell is wrong with you? I have heels on.

    Tom: *grips wall*

    Lori: *looks into bedroom* Was this your old room?

    Tom: Let's get out of here. *walks away*

    Manhattan, The Plaza Hotel, 10pm

    Lori: *staring at laptop* Gregory Williamson was a highly decorated service-member with 25 years under his belt. Here's a picture.

    Tom: *sits down*

    Lori: This is totally the guy. He has your eyes.

    Tom: Is that your scientific analysis?

    Lori: We just need some DNA.

    Tom: No can do. He died in '94.

    Lori: Ugh. That's not fair.

    Tom: Doesn't look like he ever married or had kids.

    Lori: Except you.

    Tom: Lori...

    Lori: There should be a way to get his DNA. HEY! Maybe we can ask the British army.

    Tom: Uh, good luck with that.

    Lori: They must have it on file. We just need to get into the database. *grabs phone, presses buttons*

    Tom: *snatches phone* You are not calling the lab.

    Lori: Aren't you curious?

    Tom: I am but...I'd rather stay curious than be disappointed.

    Lori: *closes laptop* I was in the same boat as you.

    Tom: You were?

    Lori: Mhm. I didn't know who my parents were until I was 13. I thought I didn't want to know for the longest time, that I'd be disappointed and rejected again. But...I'm glad I was able to be reunited with them.

    Tom: Except your parents aren't possibly dead.

    Lori: This might help you move on.

    Tom: *looks at Lori*

    Lori: Right. Bed time. *stands, walks away*


    Lori: *pulls down hair*

    Tom: *walks over* Can I slip in? Just need t-...when did you get a new tat?

    Lori: *smiles* Had a girl's night out with Riley and some of my co-workers. Do you like it?

    Tom: *places hand on Lori's shoulder* Never pictured you to be a dragonfly girl. More of a...flames and detached heads sort of chick.

    Lori: You ever think about getting one?

    Tom: *laughs* Nah, I don't know about that. Ink's not my thing.

    Lori: *turns around* You'd look hot with one. Maybe a falcon or a dirty cigarette butt.

    Tom: *smiling* I'll keep that in mind.

    Lori: *lowers head, smiling*

    Tom: ...Thanks for telling me the truth.

    Lori: Sometimes it can be one of my more...destructive traits.

    Tom: *pulls photos from pocket* Brought these with me.

    Lori: *lifts eyes*

    Tom: I had fun that day too. *wraps arm around Lori*

    Lori: *looks at pictures*

    Tom: Love you, sweetie. *kisses Lori's forehead*

    Lori: *wraps arm around Tom* Love you too.

  4. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    It's nice to see them reconnecting again- it was about time that the air cleared between them. It hardly seems right for them to be at odds with each other, I mean, they're Lori and Tom, the go together like peas in a pod.

    Meanwhile, I think it was a wise decision of Anni to give back the gifts. Perhaps she's feeling a bit guilty, who knows? It's always a different story when the fun's over, lol.

    Awesome update!
  5. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

    Jul 30, 2005
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    Thanks for the review! :)

    Here's a smidge to wet the whistle. :p


    APL Financial Miami, 48th floor, 8:40am, 2 months later

    Scott: *sits in chair, opens laptop*

    Frederick: *rolls over* Hey. Finch. You owe me 20 bucks.

    Scott: For...

    Frederick: The lottery fund. Everyone puts in 20 bucks.

    Scott: I thought that was just for employees who were interested in winning the lottery.

    Frederick: Oh so you're too good for us because you're a bazillionaire?

    Scott: *sighs, pulls out wallet*

    Frederick: *smiles*

    Scott: *hands over money*

    Frederick: Thanks a bunch, Finch. You're the greatest. *smacks Scott in the back, walks away*

    Scott: *looks back at laptop*

    Intercom cuts in: Scott Finch, please visit the front desk.

    Scott: Now what.


    Tom: *looks around*

    Scott: *walks over*

    Tom: Busy?

    Scott: Only a lot. What can I do for you?

    Tom: She said your name.

    Scott: *lifts brow* Come again?

    Tom: Anni. We were in bed last night and everything was going pretty well when she blurted out your name.

    Scott: ...You sure she wasn't referencing a famous Scott? Let's see, uh...Scott Wolf, Scott Baio, Scott Bakula...F. Scott Fitzgerald-

    Tom: Enough. I know about you two and your twisted cougar/billionaire love affair.

    Scott: I'm not a billionaire.

    Tom: Whatever. Just tell me what you do so I can do it better.

    Scott: Excuse me?

    Tom: Y'know, moves.

    Scott: What moves?

    Tom: *frowns* I hate you.

    Scott: Look, Anni and I are just friends. I can't help if she has a crush on me.

    Tom: Oh so you aren't sleeping with her.

    Scott: Not currently.

    Tom: *points finger* This passive-aggressive B.S. is exactly why I'm going to live out the rest of my days in a laboratory with Speed.

    Scott: I thought you liked working there.

    Tom: That's it. I'm bringing out the big guns.

    Scott: Which are...

    Tom: I'm going to woo Lori.

    Scott: *smiles* Okay, have fun.

    Tom: *narrows eyes* What did you do to her.

    Scott: Nothing.

    Tom: You...you do this on purpose.

    Scott: Do what on purpose?

    Tom: Don't act dumb. I know all about you and your...Henry Finch ways. Yeah, he was good pals with my father, did you know that?

    Scott: No, I didn't.

    Tom: And the next thing I know, my mother's drowned in the bathtub. Well don't think I'm not watching you, Finch.

    Scott: Are you saying I'm going to drown Anni?

    Tom: No. And, and Anni's not my mother!

    Scott: I'm not sure I see where this connects.

    Tom: It's a new generation of Carter vs Finch. Your dad always got away with everything and my dad devolved into a drug addict. A new cycle has started, my friend.

    Scott: But you were a drug addict before we met.

    Tom: That's not the point.

    Scott: Oh. What is the point?

    Tom: I'm not exactly sure anymore.

    Scott: *places hand on Tom's shoulder* Maybe you should take a vacation. Spend some time alone with Anni.

    Tom: Why, so you can have Lori all to yourself?

    Scott: *stares at Tom*

    Tom: Right, that's the whole idea. I'm not married to Lori.

    Scott: No, you aren't.

    Tom: Yeah well I coulda been if you hadn't gotten in the way.

    Scott: Oh, okay. Next time I step into my Wayback Machine, I won't ask Lori to marry me so that in 6 months when you two meet, you can have her.

    Tom: Thank you.

    Scott: Then I can ask Anni to marry me?

    Tom: No you can't. Ann's mine for when Lori dumps me for you.

    Scott: Right, so I'll just end up with Lori and you'll end up with Anni.

    Tom: Exactly.

    Scott: Which means this entire conversation was utterly useless.

    Tom: Yes.

    Scott: Okay.

    Tom: Wait, no. You've gotten me all jumbled up. *blinks, shakes head* Stay away from my wife.

    Scott: That's fine. We ended it.

    Tom: Good. And you know I'm royally pissed about the whole thing.

    Scott: I gathered that by the constant motion of your mouth and the very little sense that erupted from it.

    Tom: I think from now on, we should just...stop sleeping with each other's wives.

    Scott: Agreed wholeheartedly.

    Tom: Perfect. No gifts or personal displays of affection that might misconstrue feelings either.

    Scott: *nods*

    Tom: Damn, does that mean no more Sunday Night Football parties with Lori?

    Scott: I think you'll live.

    Tom: I love Sundays.

    Scott: Monday's the money maker for me.

    Tom: Apparently that's passé.

    Scott: We should boycott television.

    Tom: I can still watch pay-per-view, though, right?

    Scott: Oh yeah, that doesn't count.

    Tom: Funny, I didn't see that channel on your television.

    Scott: That's because the channel isn't in the den.

    Tom: Huh. How much would it cost me to wire it to my bedroom?

    Scott: This is getting weird.

    Tom: Yeah but I can't seem to stop.

    Scott: I'm going to go back to work.

    Tom: And I'm...*looks around, looks down at badge* Right, I AM at work. Guess I should be at that crime scene.

    Scott: Good idea.

    Tom: *walks away*

    Scott: *backs up, walks away*

  6. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    ookay... I'm going to take it that they've decided to stop sleeping with each other's wives? It's a good thing, because if anything else was to happen, I think Tom's head would burst. I thought it was funny that Scott was basically discounting everything that Tom came with, because let's be frank...None of it made any sense.

    I happen to think that they can all be friends without sleepign with each other...Perhaps:D . It would be nice to get back to *quote fingers* normal relationships...If there is such a thing in RT...:D

    Awesome update!
  7. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

    Jul 30, 2005
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    Miami Crime Lab, break room, 3pm

    Brook: *opens magazine*

    Speed: *sits* What are you reading?

    Brook: Pictures.

    Speed: *smirks*

    Tom: *walks in, opens fridge*

    Brook: *tugs Speed's shirt* It's a boat.

    Speed: That's right. It's the marina.

    Brook: ...Marina. *nods*

    Speed: And over here, *points* this is the dock.

    Brook: *staring at paper*

    Tom: *walks over to couch, sits* Long day.

    Speed: Yeah. How's the victim?

    Tom: She'll live. Can't say the same for her boyfriend.

    Brook: *jumps off couch, runs over to Tom* Daddy, look. *points to paper* This is the dock.

    Tom: What's it for?

    Brook: Um...*bites nails* ...boats?

    Tom: *smiles* It is.

    Brook: *grins*

    Tom: *lifts Brook onto lap* You know what's coming up?

    Brook: *shakes head*

    Tom: Kindergarten.

    Brook: I GET TO PLAY!

    Tom: Well, yes. But you also get to learn some really cool things.

    Brook: I got ma ABCs. *counts on fingers, sings* A, B, C, D, E, G, F, K, H, I, Elmo P.

    Tom: You're getting there.

    Speed: *picks up magazine, opens it*

    Brook: *leans against Tom's chest* Where's Mommy?

    Tom: She's with Tayla at the dentist.

    Brook: I wanna go home.

    Tom: In a little bit.

    Brook: Why?

    Tom: I have to finish some paperwork.

    Brook: You always gots papers.

    Tom: I know and that's why you get to play with toys and go to movies and watch TV.

    Brook: *nods*

    Speed: I could take her home, I'm off.

    Tom: *looks at Speed* Sure. *looks at Brook* You want to go with Tim?

    Brook: Yup.

    Tom: Okay, go ahead.

    Brook: *jumps down*

    Speed: *stands, grabs Brook's hand*

    Levine's Fashion, 5:30pm

    Lori: *punches buttons*

    Carlos: What's wrong with the cash register?

    Lori: It hates me.

    Carlos: Did you press the override?

    Lori: Yes, a hundred times.

    Carlos: Here, let me try. *steps over*

    Lori: I don't need you to do the same damned thing I was doing all day.

    Carlos: It's a sensitive system that doesn't respond to bitching.

    Lori: *frowns* Get out of my way.

    Carlos: You're supposed to be folding clothes.

    Lori: I do more than just fold clothes.

    Carlos: Yeah, you break computers.

    Lori: Move it.

    Carlos: *steps back*

    Lori: *punches buttons* ...Ergh. *unplugs cash register*

    Carlos: *lifts brow*

    Lori: There.

    Carlos: Right, well I'm going to take a break. Maybe you should reboot it or something. *walks away*

    Lori: Ugh.

    Back room

    Carlos: *sits on crate, lights pipe*

    Lori: *walks in, stops*

    Carlos: *lifts eyes*

    Lori: Is everyone here on crack or is it just me?

    Carlos: You should have come to Paris last week.

    Lori: Does Riley know about this?

    Carlos: Riley doesn't care. As long as I get my job done.

    Chimes jingle

    Lori: *walks away*

    Front of store

    Tom: *looks around*

    Lori: *walks over* Thank God. Take me home.

    Tom: Why?

    Lori: I just need to go home.

    Tom: Are you okay?

    Lori: No. *grabs Tom's arm* Let's go.

    Tom: *nods*

    Inside car, road

    Lori: *staring out window*

    Tom: *turns wheel*

    Lori: I'm quitting.

    Tom: Riley's business? Why?

    Lori: Everyone there does drugs. I can't take it anymore.

    Tom: Have you told Riley?

    Lori: She's got bigger things on her plate, y'know with her new girlfriend and everything.

    Tom: Riley has a girlfriend?

    Lori: Yeah. Jillian.

    Tom: That is...awesome.

    Lori: *rolls eyes* Look, I-

    Tom: You've been with a woman, right?

    Lori: Thomas, pay attention.

    Tom: I say quit. If it benefits your health, you need to do what's good for you.

    Lori: Thank you.

    Tom: I fully support you and girl on girl action.

    Lori: *slaps Tom's arm*

    Tom: *smiles*

    Lori: I just need to get Scott to support me.

    Tom: You think he wouldn't?

    Lori: I don't want him to think I can't hold a job.

    Tom: Lori, you aren't leaving because you can't do the job. You're leaving because you don't want to end up like all those needle-pushers in there. If he can't understand that...

    Lori: Maybe I shouldn't be with him?

    Tom: I didn't say that. Scott's always supported you.

    Lori: *nods*

    Tom: *stares at road*

    Gables Estates, street

    Lori: Thanks for giving me a ride.

    Tom: No problem.

    Lori: *opens door, steps out*

    Tom: *turns key*

    Lori: *shuts door*

    House, kitchen

    Scott: *stirs sauce*

    Steph: *tosses salad*

    Scott: Very good. Now take that dressing and pour some in the salad.

    Steph: *picks up bottle*

    Scott: Dom!

    Dominick: *runs over*

    Scott: *hands over pill, lifts glass* Take that.

    Dominick: *grabs pill, drinks water*

    Scott: Open.

    Dominick: *opens mouth*

    Scott: Tongue.

    Dominick: *lifts tongue*

    Scott: Excellent. *ruffles Dominick's hair* Go sit at the table. Dinner's just about ready.

    Dominick: *runs away*

    Lori: *walks into kitchen*

    Dominick: MOM! *runs*

    Lori: *smiles* Hey! *picks up Dominick* Did Dad give you your medicine?

    Dominick: *nods* All gone.

    Lori: Good. *looks at Scott* What's cooking? *walks over*

    Scott: Chicken penne.

    Lori: Smells great.

    Steph: I'm making the salad.

    Lori: I see. It looks awesome.

    Steph: *smiles*

    Dominick: I wanna help.

    Lori: You do?

    Dominick: *nods*

    Lori: Well, you can dry the dishes when we're done eating.

    Dominick: *wraps arms around Lori's neck*

    Lori: *looks at Scott* ...He's affectionate today.

    Scott: He's been like that all day.

    Lori: Can I talk to you about something?

    Scott: Of course.

    Lori: *places Dominick on floor* Steph, go watch some cartoons. I'll finish this up.

    Steph: *jumps down from stool, runs away*

    Lori: I quit my job.

    Scott: Why?

    Lori: I walked in on the last crack pipe I'm willing to deal with.

    Scott: They're still using?

    Lori: You know what, I don't even care who's doing it and who isn't. The fact that one person is, is enough for me.

    Scott: *nods*

    Lori: I hope that's okay.

    Scott: *lifts brow* Why wouldn't that be okay?

    Lori: ...I thought you'd be mad.

    Scott: I'm not mad.

    Lori: *nods*

    Scott: I'm proud of you for taking yourself out of that environment.

    Lori: I'm gonna find a job.

    Scott: That's excellent.

    Lori: ...I don't have any skills or degrees but...I'm sure I can cut grass or something.

    Scott: Are you trying to appease me or something?

    Lori: You like productive women.

    Scott: Lori, I don't expect miracles.

    Lori: ...*places hands on hips* What's that supposed to mean?

    Scott: I-...No, I didn't mean th-

    Lori: I'm not good enough to be on your level, career-wise.

    Scott: It came out wrong. I just don't expect you to be on top right away. Besides, you could do your schooling full time now.

    Lori: And be a homemaker.

    Scott: There's nothing wrong with that.

    Lori: I don't want to be a homemaker, I want to be self-sufficient.

    Scott: Also fine.

    Lori: *stares at Scott*

    Scott: Nothing I say is right, is it.

    Lori: *gets to tippie toes, kisses Scott's cheek*

    Scott: *nods*

  8. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    Lori's had a crappy day, and to boot, Tom has dirty thoughts (naturallly) and Scotty's putting his foot in his mouth (unintentionally, of course). Dominick helped it all out by giving her love:D I'm glad that she's decided to put her health and life first. I do hope she gets with Riley though- that kind of thing can ruin a company.

    :guffaw: Tom and his observations....

    Excellent update:D
  9. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Miami Crime Lab, 9am next day

    Katie: *walking*

    Tom: *runs over* I need you to hack into a laptop.

    Katie: Sure. Who did it belong to?

    Tom: Anni.

    Katie: *looks at Tom*

    Tom: I know she's still seeing Scott. I KNOW it.

    Katie: And her laptop will...start talking to us?

    Tom: It's the 21st century. Women don't keep diaries, they keep cybertronic logs.

    Katie: Cybernetic.

    Tom: Whatever.

    Katie: And you think she types up all the nitty gritty details she won't tell you.

    Tom: Exactly.

    Katie: I thought you trusted her.

    Tom: I do trust her, I don't trust Scott.

    Katie: I trust Scott.

    Tom: Everyone trusts Scott. He uses it to his advantage.

    Katie: How?

    Tom: For all we know, he could be a serial killer.

    Katie: Why would he want to kill anyone?

    Tom: He's got pent up anger.

    Katie: Oh. Don't you have pent up anger?

    Tom: I use my anger toward productive endeavours.

    Katie: Like...

    Tom: Meditation, playing with my kids, solving crimes...I'm a well-adjusted Sherlock Holmes.

    Katie: Then who's Anni?

    Tom: *smiles* Miss Scarlet.


    Tom: That's Colonel Mustard.

    Katie: YES! MUSTARD! *pulls packets from pocket* You want some?

    Tom: ...You keep mustard in your pockets?

    Katie: You never know when a box of Cheez-its will be lying around.

    A/V Lab

    Tom: *walks in* There it is.

    Katie: *sits, pulls laptop over* She's going to be mad when she finds out her laptop's gone.

    Tom: Just crack it open and give me the goods.

    Katie: *typing* Running an algorithm as we speak.

    Tom: *rubs hands together*

    Katie: I'm in.

    Tom: You know, this used to be my laptop before Anni took it.

    Katie: Already justifying yourself.

    Tom: Hey, we're married. What's mine is hers and what's hers is mine, right?

    Katie: Got some word documents, pictures and videos.

    Tom: Pull up the word documents.

    Katie: *clicks mouse*

    Tom: OH! OH! E-MAILS!

    Katie: Hush.

    Tom: Open them, open them.

    Katie: There's one from her lawyer about Speed's visitation rights.

    Tom: I don't care about that.

    Katie: Alright, here's one to Tim about Brook's birthday party.

    Tom: Keep going.

    Katie: This one's to Speed again.

    Tom: Jesus, she's obsessed with him.

    Katie: And how many texts do you have to Lori?

    Tom: ...This isn't about me.

    Katie: Look, *closes laptop* I'm all for juicy secret e-mails but Anni wouldn't do this to you and she'll string me up in a tree if she sniffs me out. Colonel Mustard wouldn't approve.

    Tom: But...but we just got started.

    Katie: If she's still banging the millionaire next door, it's something she needs to come clean about.

    Tom: No. No, you're supposed to be Katie. Katie always wants to get into people's business. You're a legend around here.

    Katie: *blinks* I am?

    Tom: Yes. You're the-


    Tom: ...Okay.

    Katie: *smiles* Colonel Mustard, Queen of the Spider People. I wonder if someone can get that on my name tag.

    Tom: How do I get you to help me?

    Katie: Besides sleeping with me? I'll need 50 bucks.

    Tom: ...Couldn't I just sleep with you?

    Katie: *slaps Tom's arm*

    Tom: Ow. *rubs arm*

    Katie: No dice. I'm faithful to Professor Plum.

    Tom: HA.

    Katie: What? Speed could be Professor Plum. He's very smart.

    Tom: You are not faithful to anybody.

    Katie: Yes I am. I even fold his socks.

    Tom: Maybe I'll break into Scott's computer.

    Katie: Bad idea.

    Tom: Why?

    Katie: I've seen his computer. None of my programs can crack that safe.

    Tom: ...Is it because you were trying to get into his actual safe?

    Katie: No, the guy is all about security. I once went into his building to meet him and Lori for lunch and I got a pat-down at reception.

    Tom: That might just be because you carry a gun with you.

    Katie: Don't you?

    Tom: My badge says I can.

    Katie: Trust me, the guy's running on orange. You'll never find his deep dark secrets, at least not in his laptop.

    Tom: You have another idea?

    Katie: OH! HYPNOSIS!

    Tom: *stares at Katie*

    Katie: Maybe he'll give me his pin number.

    Tom: Right, you set up the house party and that'll be the entertainment.

    Katie: Oooh excellent. Now to brush up on my parlor trickery.

  10. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    So...we're breaking into Anni's laptop now, to find that she's....an excellent mother. Huh, and here I thought we were going to get some juicy details. Katie is right *GASP....waiting . for .world. to. end.* If the dirt gets out, then Anni's the one who has to release it. LOL at the double standard though...Tom can have numerous texts from Lori and if even one email's found, it's murder :guffaw:

    Awesome chapter!
  11. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Gables Estates, house, den, 9pm

    Katie: Okay, okay I can get this. Vegetable, animal or mineral!

    Speed: *waves arms*

    Katie: ANIMAL!

    Speed: *points*

    Katie: Okay uh...bird!

    Speed: *flaps arms*

    Katie: ...EAGLE!

    Speed: *flapping arms*


    Lori: *punches Katie's arm* Mother!

    Katie: What?

    Scott: Is it an ostrich?

    Speed: Thank you.

    Tom: Wait, ostriches don't fly. You should have shit-kicked Katie in the face and then proceeded to run around the house at 70 miles an hour.

    Katie: *pours wine* Okay Anni, your turn.

    Anni: *stands, picks up card* Oh I totally got this one. Pay attention, Thomas. *hops up and down*

    Tom: Stripper, bunny stripper, PLAYBOY BUNNY!

    Anni: YES!

    Tom: *smiles* 'Atta girl! *stands, lifts hand*

    Anni: *high-fives Tom*

    Lori: Damnit, they're winning. *slaps Scott* You have to guess this next one right.

    Scott: Maybe you should give some better clues.

    Lori: *frowns* I give awesome clues. You just suck.

    Scott: I really think it's up to the clue-giver to be successful at this game.

    Lori: This game would be nothing without the guesser. If you can't guess, the clues are useless.

    Scott: If the clues are useless, the guesser won't have anything to go on.

    Lori: Yeah but now that's just the chicken and the eg-

    Tom: *grabs Lori, shoves her* GO! GO!

    Lori: Okay! *waves hands around*

    Scott: ...Your mother?

    Lori: *frowns, lifts fingers*

    Scott: Two words.

    Lori: *nods, runs backwards*

    Scott: Uh...uh...a drunk ostrich?

    Lori: *pulls at nose*

    Scott: Drunk ostrich with sinal blockage.


    Scott: Oh.

    Tom: Wow, Lori can't dance.

    Lori: Shut up. *slaps Tom*

    Tom: Ow.

    Lori: We're catching up.

    Tom: You're 30 points behind.

    Lori: Scott's bad at this.

    Scott: No, you couldn't guess my clues.

    Lori: You kept picking the ones I couldn't guess.

    Scott: They weren't all difficult. One of them was 'Man'.

    Lori: Did you have to keep pointing to Tom?

    Tom: Hey.

    Katie: Oh! *claps* Let's play another game.

    Speed: No drinking games.

    Katie: No no, this one's fun. Okay, hypnosis. *smiles* Huh?

    Tom: *lifts hand* SCOTT WANTS TO PLAY!

    Scott: *looks at Tom* Your name isn't Scott.

    Tom: It's only fun when stuck up people play.

    Scott: I'm not stuck up.

    Tom: You can be when you're talking about stocks and CNN. *shoves Scott down* Close your eyes and reveal your darkest secrets.

    Katie: *lifts pendulum* You're getting sleepy.

    Scott: I don't think th-

    Lori: Just relax and participate.

    Scott: Okay but no funny stuff.

    10 minutes later

    Katie: Are you relaxed?

    Scott: Marginally.

    Katie: Are you hypnotized yet?

    Scott: I don't know. Try and make me cluck like a chicken or something.

    Katie: Okay. Cluck like a chicken.

    Scott: I don't really feel like it.

    Lori: Scott, stop messing around.

    Katie: You're reverting back to your bedroom. You've got a hot lady in your bed and she's all over you. What's her name?

    Scott: *smiles* Lady Liberty.

    Katie: Okay she can't be made out of copper. Now, you have a beautiful woman all over you. What's her name?

    Scott: Lori.

    Katie: What's her real name?

    Scott: Lori.

    Katie: No, her real name.

    Scott: ...Loriana?


    Tom: Ask him what she looks like.

    Katie: What does she look like?

    Scott: She looks like my wife.

    Katie: Who's your wife?

    Speed: Katie, this isn't going anywhere.

    Katie: Shut it. *looks at Scott* What does your wife look like?

    Scott: She looks like Lori.

    Katie: Okay but if she wasn't Lori.

    Scott: ...I'm confused.

    Katie: What's to be confused about? You're in bed with Anni.

    Scott: No I'm not.

    Anni: No he isn't.

    Katie: But if you were...

    Scott: *sits up* You're bad at this. Who wants to go next?

    Tom: Are you sure it wasn't Anni?

    Anni: *narrows eyes* Tom...Katie...

    Katie: Uh...uh...*grabs Scott, hides behind him*

    Anni: What's all of this about?

    Tom: You're still sleeping with him.

    Anni: *lifts brow* No I'm not.

    Tom: *looks at Scott*

    Scott: We're not. I can't believe you're still going on about that.

    Tom: Do you love her?

    Scott: I love you, Tom. It doesn't mean I want to sleep with you.

    Tom: Wait, why do you love me?

    Scott: You're like my annoying little brother from Jersey.

    Tom: But I'm older than you.

    Lori: *rubs temples* Another family night awkwardly ruined.

    Tom: Yeah well, well, I love you too man. *grabs Scott, hugs him*

    Scott: *blinks*

    Tom: *starts to cry*

    Scott: *pats Tom's back*

    Tom: *crying* I wish I had a brother who was as cool as you.

    Katie: Tom. Hey, Tom. *pokes Tom* Abort, abort, abort.

    Speed: Am I the only one who hasn't had anything to drink?

  12. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    Hilarity at it's BEST! LOL...Charades, a huge fail on the hypnosis...Who doesn't want to go to this dinner party? I love how awesome Scott was about things, and how at the end, Tom gave up on his futile attempt to get Scott to fess up. It's just...pure...hilarious:D

    Awesome update!
  13. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Levine's Fashion, office, 8:30am next day

    Lori: *steps in, shuts door*

    Jillian: *lifts head* Have a seat.

    Lori: Who the hell are you?

    Jillian: I'm Jill.

    Lori: Riley's girlfriend.

    Jillian: Not just her girlfriend. *smiles* Business partner.

    Lori: Right. Well you can go ahead and say what you're going to say, but I quit already.

    Jillian: No.

    Lori: No?

    Jillian: *lifts paper onto desk* You signed a contract with this company. I take it you didnt read the fine print.

    Lori: What? *snatches paper* What fine print?

    Jillian: It stipulates that any breach of the contract, say, you quitting 30 days before its end will result in fairly expensive penalties.

    Lori: Alright, I'll pay the penalties.

    Jillian: 2 million dollars.

    Lori: Are you out of your mind? I don't even make 60 grand a year.

    Jillian: *smiles* You were paid as a model, weren't you?

    Lori: That was one shoot.

    Jillian: But you did sign the contract.

    Lori: *looks down at paper*

    Jillian: For all intents and purposes, especially in our system, you're a model. We have the pictures and the checks to prove it. As your agents, we can't tolerate a breach of contract.

    Lori: This is ridiculous. You can't enforce this.

    Jillian: My 12 lawyers can.

    Lori: I want to talk to Riley.

    Jillian: She's in D.C.

    Lori: Then I'm going to get on the phone with her.

    Jillian: Riley's the one who approved this meeting. Look, there's another way out of this.

    Lori: I'm listening.

    Jillian: I'll drop the contract if you stay on as an executive consultant.

    Lori: I don't know what that means.

    Jillian: It means 8 figures.

    Lori: *narrows eyes* Why.

    Jillian: You have loose lips, my dear.

    Lori: Oh you mean the uh, the drugs everyone's on. I really don't give a rat's ass what you people do in here. I just don't want to be a part of it.

    Jillian: *sigh* ...Stupid girl. *stands, walks around desk*

    Lori: *lifts eyes*

    Jillian: This isn't a fashion business and you aren't going anywhere, hija.

    Lori: I'm not your daughter.

    Jillian: You are Colombia's daughter.

    Lori: *stares at Jillian*

    Jillian: That's what's they used to call us, right? Las hijas de Colombia.

    Lori: *staring at Jillian* ...Mya.

    Jillian: *smiles* Not anymore.

    Lori: How did you find me?

    Jillian: It wasn't easy. Did you know we're the only two left?

    Lori: You're lying to Riley; you've turned this place into a drug den.

    Jillian: You always were the smart one.

    Lori: You've got to stop this.

    Jillian: WHY! *frowns* IT'S ALL WE WERE TAUGHT! This is my life!

    Lori: It doesn't have to be.

    Jillian: Oh save it. With the things you've done, I'm surprised you're still a free woman.

    Lori: I'm sorry for what happened to us but I've changed. So go ahead and spring your 12 lawyers on me because I've got 20 more lined up, lady.

    Jillian: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: *turns around, leaves*

    Door slams

    Jillian: *glares*

    Miami PD, bullpen, 1pm

    Tom: *opens file cabinet*

    Lori: Can you believe her? After 25 years, she thinks she can just walk back up into my life and threaten me with lawyers.

    Tom: Yeah, that's just wild. *pulls out folder*

    Lori: Are you even listening?

    Tom: How do you know this person is even who she says she is?

    Lori: I know her eyes.

    Tom: Lori, drug addicts will say anything to get rid of you or to intimidate you.

    Lori: She knew things no one else could possibly know.

    Tom: You should have just waited the extra 30 days and then quit.

    Lori: I don't think you understand the severity of the situation. Scott only has one lawyer and she has 12. Besides, what if Jillian decides to take me out?

    Tom: ...To a ball game?

    Lori: *frowns* Murder, Thomas. I'm talking about murder.

    Tom: What do you want me to do?

    Lori: Um, you're a cop. Protect me.

    Tom: I thought you were a trained assassin.

    Lori: I'm a mother of two. Who do you think is going to get caught in the crosshairs if she shows up, guns blazing?

    Tom: *sigh*

    Lori: *crosses arms*

    Tom: I'll have a unit sit outside your house tonight.

    Lori: Then what?

    Tom: Then I speak with Narco. If this woman's been running a drug cartel under the guise of a fashion business, it might be something they need to look into.

    Lori: As in...do absolutely nothing.

    Tom: Lori, there's a clear procedure to follow and I can't ask them to waste tax payers' money based on zero evidence.

    Lori: You want evidence? I'll get some. I'll be a...a...an informant. Jillian offered me a higher paying position if I don't spill on the underground activities.

    Tom: Be careful. Don't get directly involved, just...use your eyes and ears.

    Lori: *nods*

    Levine's Fashion, second floor board room, 11am next day

    Jillian: *sits in chair* Welcome back, Lori. I'm so glad you decided to stay.

    Lori: You know me. I never back down from a challenge.

    Carlos: You got promoted for quitting. That's a new one.

    Lori: Shut up, Carlos.

    Jillian: Adie, one of our clients has unfortunately passed away. Do we have anyone to fill her spot?

    Adie: B-

    Lori: A model died?

    Jillian: Yes, on the runway. Poor thing had a heart attack.

    Lori: *shakes head*

    Adie: Jennifer can fill in.

    Carlos: Nah, she's too fat. How about Cassie?

    Adie: Cassie has that thing going on with her ankle.

    Carlos: Alright, Angela.

    Jillian: Lori, what do you think?

    Lori: I think Riley should be here for this meeting.

    Jillian: Riley doesn't get back for another 9 hours. *presses button on table*

    Bowl lifts from under table; white powder is seen

    Jillian: We've all worked very hard. *looks at Lori* You deserve a break.

    Lori: *staring at Jillian*

    Carlos: This the new stuff?

    Jillian: *smiles* I wouldn't let our shipment go without testing it.

    Carlos: Excellent.

    Jillian: Lori, since you're the newest one on the management block, it's all yours.

    Lori: No thank you.

    Carlos: *looks at Lori*

    Adie: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: I can't snort after I've had my Wheaties in the morning.

    Jillian: *slides bowl over* We insist.

    Lori: *grabs bowl, dumps it* Whatever. I never listened to that old wive's tale anyhow. *pulls money from pocket*

    Jillian: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: *leans over table, sniffs*

    Jillian: *nods*

    Lori: *lifts head, wipes nose* Awesome. *drops money* Can't wait to try something that's actually worth more than 5 bucks.

    Jillian: *frowns*

    Lori: This has been a great meeting, guys. *claps hands* Top drawer.

    Jillian: You're all dismissed.

    Carlos: *stands, leaves*

    Adie: *leaves*

    Jillian: *stands* I find it hard to believe you're coming around.

    Lori: *leans back in chair* I have an emotionally unavailable husband, 2 screaming children and everything I eat goes to my ass. You've offered me a way out.

    Jillian: How do I know you aren't playing me?

    Lori: *grabs powder into hand, shoves it into mouth*

    Jillian: *tilts head*

    Lori: *swallows*

    Jillian: *sits in chair*

    Lori: *coughs*

    Jillian: Very good.

    Lori: *clears throat*

    Jillian: Good girl.

    Lori: *lifts eyes* Can I go now?

    Jillian: You may.

    Lori: *stands, leaves*

    Jillian: *smiles*

  14. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

    Jun 22, 2005
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    How about a big OH BOY there. Wow...just when Lori got herself together- just when life was going just right for her, this comes up. It only takes that one time to hit it again, and then we're back to the old Lori... Can I say how sad this really is? I mean, really, I was just getting to like her so much again:(

    GAH! Riley and her girlfriend...

    Excellent chapter...Even though Lori's about to get addicted again -_-. Not really looking forward to that.
  15. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

    Jul 30, 2005
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    Thanks for the review. :)


    Miami PD, bullpen, 12:20pm

    Tom: *writing*

    Lori: *walks over, grabs onto Tom's shoulders* Hi.

    Tom: *lifts brow* Hey.

    Lori: *smiles, wraps arms around Tom's neck* You're so pretty.

    Tom: Are you okay?

    Lori: Mm, I'm wonderful.

    Tom: *nods slowly*

    Lori: OH. *runs around Tom, sits in chair* That reminds me. I have your evidence.

    Tom: What evidence?

    Lori: I peed in a cup for you. *places cup on table*

    Tom: *looks at cup*

    Lori: *smiles* Isn't it pretty?

    Tom: You didn't.

    Lori: I did.

    Tom: Lori, I said observe not snort.

    Lori: She cornered me, I had to do what she said or the whole thing would have been blown.

    Tom: How do you feel?

    Lori: I cut off 15 people on the way here, I can pee on command and I am so disappointed that you're married.

    Tom: In other words, you feel great.

    Lori: *scratches head* It's really sharp in here.

    Tom: I'm going to take you home.

    Lori: *shakes head* No.

    Tom: Why?

    Lori: I don't want to be like this when the kids get home.

    Tom: Then you shouldn't have been so stupid.

    Lori: Come on, Tom. This is proof she's dirty.

    Tom: No, this is proof that an addict got high.

    Lori: You don't believe me.

    Tom: I appreciate your passion but I need more than your word and your urine.

    Lori: ...She's going to get away with it.

    Tom: My hands are tied.


    People look over

    Tom: Keep your voice down, Lori. This is a place of business.

    Lori: Does someone have to get hurt or die bef-...*grabs Tom's arm* a model just died. One of Riley's models.

    Tom: So?

    Lori: They said it was a heart attack. I'm sure it was an overdose or, or damage caused by impure coke. The stuff was awful.

    Tom: Alright, look...I will see if anyone worked the model case if there was one and maybe it'll develop from there.

    Lori: *smiles*

    Tom: But you have got to stop putting yourself in these situations.

    Lori: I'm not making any promises.

    Tom: *grabs Lori's hand* I'll take you to a...hotel or something so you can chill out until Scott can take over.

    Delano hotel, room 107

    Lori: *sits on bed*

    Tom: Stay put. Don't order anything, don't leave the room and for God's sake, keep your clothes on.

    Lori: Okay, Dad.

    Tom: I'm serious. This is not a game.

    Lori: *stands*

    Tom: *pushes Lori* Sit.

    Lori: I'm still in complete control over myself. Times 10. *smiles*

    Tom: *sits on bed* I know this is hard for you but you've already gotten into enough trouble for one day.

    Lori: *grabs Tom, kisses him*

    Tom: *pushes Lori* Stop it.

    Lori: ...Okay so I'm not in complete control. *smiles* This is kind of fun. HEY! LET'S GO SKINNY DIPPING!

    Tom: Let's not.

    Lori: *stands, jump up and down* I wanna go swimming. Can we please?

    Tom: No.

    Lori: You never let me do anything fun.

    Tom: Did you want to do this?

    Lori: *looks at Tom* What a ridiculous question. I would have never done it had Jillian not forced it upon me.

    Tom: Did she hold you down?

    Lori: ...No.

    Tom: *shakes head*

    Lori: *sits on bed* I just want justice.

    Tom: Sure you do.

    Lori: If you're not going to believe a damn thing I say because you're disappointed that I did your job for you, you can leave.

    Tom: Whoa. Hold it. What you did was stupid and NOT my job!

    Lori: GET OUT!

    Tom: Lori, y-

    Lori: *grabs Tom, shoves him* GET OUT, GET OUT! GET OUT!

    Tom: Would you calm down?

    Lori: NO! *slams fist into Tom's face*

    Tom: *falls backwards, frowns*

    Lori: GO!

    Tom: *grabs Lori, punches her*

    Lori: *screams*

    Tom: *shoves Lori against wall, starts kicking her*

    Lori: *scratches at Tom*

    Tom: *knees Lori in the gut*

    Lori: *falls over*

    Tom: *grabs Lori's hair, punches her*

    Lori: *crawls across floor*

    Tom: *kicks Lori*

    Lori: *grabs onto bedding*

    Tom: *walks away*

    Door slams

    Lori: *coughs*


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