CSI:Miami Road Trip- We've Travelled a Long Way

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Goodbye To You

[Hummerhome]

Katie: HORATIO DIE! *tackles Horatio*

Horatio: AHH!!!! I CAN'T SEE THE ROAD!

[Hummerhome swerves all over the road]

Calleigh: Uh...Should we help?

Delko: *smirks* I think she has it under control.

Katie: HE'S NOT DEAD!

Horatio: GET OFF!

Katie: TELL ME HE'S NOT DEAD!

Horatio: FINE HE'S NOT DEAD!

Katie: *lets go* Really?

Horatio: He's in Miami.

Katie: Why?

Horatio: Well now that you've just ruined everything, I might as well tell you. He's working with the FBI because Trevor's not dead.

Calleigh: WHAT?! I SLEPT WITH SPEEDLE AND NOW YOU TELL ME TREVOR'S NOT DEAD?

Horatio: He's trying to kill the men who were trying to kill him.

Calleigh: But he's not dead right?

Horatio: No.

Calleigh: So they're both alive.

Horatio: I'm assuiming they are.

Calleigh: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!

Horatio: I didn't want to get you excited, but I can see that plan blew over like a led balloon.

[Miami]

[Coral Gables]

Sandra: He's not here.

Speed: *looks around* Yeah but we might find a trail.

Sandra: Do you always wear those dress shirts?

Speed: Yeah why?

Sandra: No reason, it's just you look....Nice.

Speed: *looks down at palm pilot* Nice, or hot?

Sandra: I beg your pardon?

Speed: If you're going to hit on me, do it properly or don't bother trying.

Sandra: I said you look nice. It was a compliment.

Speed: Sure it was. I don't see what me looking nice has anything to do with this case.

Sandra: Yeah right, like you're paying attention to the case with me wearing this very short skirt.

Speed: I'm married.

Sandra: So? You were looking anyway.

Speed: *sigh* Can we just track him down?

Sandra: Fine. *walks ahead*

Speed: *frowns, walks* So why haven't you snagged a husband with your claws?

Sandra: Very funny. I don't have time to date.

Speed: You should find some time.

Sandra: Why?

Speed: Well you're a....Moderately good looking young woman. I'm sure there would be plenty of guys who would love to take you out for dinner.

Sandra: Moderately?

Speed: *frowns*

Sandra: Right, right you're married. How could I have ever forgotten. Do you have any kids?

Speed: No.

Sandra: Why not?

Speed: It's none of your business.

Sandra: Oh...Can't perform?

Speed: *stops walking* Why is it whenever I say I don't have kids, that's the first thing you women assume?

Sandra: Is it true?

Speed: No.

Sandra: Then why no kids?

Speed: That is the one subject that's off limits. Understand?

Sandra: ...Loud and clear.

Speed: Good, I think I saw an SUV over this way.

Sandra: Great.

[SUV]

Sandra: *grabs door*

Speed: What are you doing?

Sandra: Opening the door.

Speed: *sigh* You can't just open the door.

Sandra: Why not?

Speed: *pulls out latex gloves*

Sandra: You CSIs and your stupid rubber gloves. *puts on gloves*

Speed: *opens door*

Sandra: It looks clean.

Speed: Well there's clean, *takes off shades* And there's CSI clean.

Sandra: *sigh*

Speed: What?

Sandra: Are you CSIs always this cool?

Speed: *grabs binoculars* He was using these to stalk your guys.

Sandra: Where did you find those?

Speed: Under the seat.

Sandra: Anything else?

Speed: Not that I can see.

Sandra: *leans over Speed's shoulder* Well try harder.

Speed: I can't just make evidence appear.

Sandra: Hey what's that?

Speed: Where?

Sandra: On the head of the seat.

Speed: *looks up* It's a hair.

Sandra: Isn't that evidence?

Speed: I'll lift it....Um, you might want to back up.

Sandra: Oh, sorry. *backs up*

Speed: *opens kit*

Sandra: What are you going to do?

Speed: I'm going to lift the hairs off the seat.

Sandra: Don't you just use tweezers?

Speed: I could.

Sandra: Then why don't you?

Speed: *frowns*

Sandra: Sorry, I won't tell you how to do your job.

Speed: *tape-lifts hairs* They're long and black.

Sandra: Like Trevor's.

Speed: He was in this vehicle.

Sandra: So what now?

Speed: Now we test the DNA and make sure it's him. Then we can get the digital recorder from this SUV and figure out where he's been.

Sandra: Why?

Speed: To track his movements.

Sandra: But...If he's already been there then what's the point?

Speed: Wherever he's been, there's witnesses.

Sandra: Ah.

Speed: How did you become the director of the FBI?

Sandra: Gee wouldn't you like to know.

Speed: *puts on shades* Let's head back to the lab.

Sandra: Which lab? Your lab or my lab?

Speed: Did you suddenly lose half your IQ points?

Sandra: Guys in shades do that to me.

Speed: I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. *walks away*

Sandra: And I'm going to pretend you're not married.

TBC........
 
"And I'm going to pretend like your not married." Listen here little miss missy. You better...I dunno where I was going with that. Poor time women always asking him why he doesn't have kids and assume he can't perform. lol. ANd HECK YES i attacked H man! I WIN! update soon please!
 
Another woman! :lol: Speed-chick magnet :p :D
oh please Katie don't kill H he can be useful! :lol: :devil:
great update!
 
:lol: HECK YES YOU ATTACKED HIM. ;)

Don't Say A Thing

[Burger King lab]

Sandra: Okay so test those suckers.

Speed: I don't work DNA.

Sandra: What do you do?

Speed: Trace.

Sandra: But there's trace DNA.

Speed: ...Don't you have a DNA analyst?

Sandra: I'll find one of the pimple kids from Burger King. *leaves*

Speed: *rolls eyes*

Guy: Hey are you the new guy?

Speed: Yeah, who are you?

Guy: Erick.

Speed: ...You're kiding me.

Erick: Nope.

Speed: Great, another one.

Erick: The director lady really likes you.

Speed: No she doesn't.

Erick: She never wears a high skirt for me.

Speed: Maybe it's hot in Miami.

Erick: She doesn't think Miami is the only thing that's hot. *winks* See you later.

Speed: *shakes head*

Sandra: *walks back in* Okay I've got someone running the DNA. You're not getting hot in this weather?

Speed: I'm used to it.

Sandra: I've got to go make a few phone calls. I'll be back later.

Speed: Alright. *cell phone rings* Great, who has this number? *opens phone* Hello?

Delko: Hey Horatio says you're alive.

Speed: How did you get this number?

Delko: I read it off of Horatio's phone.

Speed: Why is everything echoing? Where are you?

Delko: The bathroom in the Hummerhome.

Speed: I don't even want to know.

Delko: So you're in Miami huh?

Speed: Yeah actually I'm at Burger King.

Delko: Are you eating lunch or something?

Speed: No.

Delko: Then why are you at Burger King?

Speed: I'm working with the director of the FBI.

Delko: Oh...Is he mean?

Speed: No she's not.

Delko: Is she hot?

Speed: Why are you calling me?

Delko: I wanted to know what the big deal was.

Speed: Eric....

Delko: So have you slept with her yet?

Speed: Excuse me?

Delko: The director lady.

Speed: No. And I'm not going to.

Delko: Why not?

Speed: I'm kind of belong to Katie.

Delko: Dude she owns you? That's so cool. It's like you sold her your soul.

Speed: She knows I'm alive?

Delko: Yeah.

Speed: Let me talk to her.

Delko: No, then Horatio will know I called you and he's gotten kind of cranky since Katie attacked him.

Speed: Then tell her something for me.

Delko: Okay.

Speed: Tell her I love her.

Delko: *writing* You...Love....Her. Okay got it.

Speed: Did you write it down?

Delko: Yeah.

Speed: What were you doing with a pen and paper in the bathroom?

Delko: I was doodling.

Speed: Just tell her okay?

Delko: No problem, anything else?

Speed: No.

Delko: Okay I'll tell her.

Speed: Thanks, oh hey listen I gotta go.

Delko: Is the director lady there?

Speed: Yeah.

Delko: How does she look?

Speed: If I was single? She would look like a goddess.

Delko: And...Because you're not single?

Speed: She looks like you naked times 40 more pounds. *closes phone*

Sandra: Who were you talking to?

Speed: No one. So where are we off to?

Sandra: The back of my Hummer.

Speed: What? Why? Why-Why are we going to the back of your Hummer?

Sandra: I have a GPS unit in there. We can plug in the card from the SUV and track his former whereabouts as we drive.

Speed: Thank God.

Sandra: What?

Speed: Look at that....Rod.

Sandra: Um...Okay.

Speed: Let's go then shall we?

Sandra: Good idea.

TBC..........
 
Speed: What? Why? Why-Why are we going to the back of your Hummer?
What were you thinking Speed?! heeh :lol: :devil:
 
I can't believe Eric had to right that down. I mean I no I have short term memory loss sometimes but geez. lol. And hahaha "To the back of the hummer." and then speedy got all studdery. Awww lol. Update soon please. NO wait that's not awww that...bad Speed!
 
Bless Eric for having to write that down.

Speed: What were you doing with a pen and paper in the bathroom?

Delko: I was doodling.

Ha thats almost as bad as my dad he takes somtimes takes a book..actually thats probably too much info....hahaha doodling Eric...*whisltes*.
 
THEY'RE NOT DEAD! Not speed, not Trevor, no one! well, except the baby, but that's a different part of the story. Can't wait til you're back Trevor!! Come back soon Geni!
 
Oh he was thinking..Of..Stuff with....Things...And... HA! :lol:

When The Rain Would Fall Down

[Hummer]

Speed: You have a Hummer?

Sandra: Were you not paying attention before when I said we were going to the back of my Hummer?

Speed: I was paying attention.

Sandra: Okay, I've plugged the card in.

Speed: Trevor was heading south of the Glades, and then he went up through Coconut Grove and through Coral Gables.

Sandra: The Glades?

Speed: ...The Everglades.

Sandra: Maybe we should check that out first.

Speed: Why? There's nothing there.

Sandra: I've lived in Washington for the past 12 years. I've never seen the Everglades.

Speed: So?

Sandra: So it's a perfect place to investigate around.

Speed: Alone? With me?

Sandra: You have a problem with that?

Speed: Well no, it's just that well..It's a very...Isolated spot.

Sandra: That's probably why Trevor chose to go there first.

Speed: So we're going to drive out to the Everglades...Alone?

Sandra: A big strong cop like you doesn't need backup does he? *smiles*

Speed: It's not backup I'm worried about.

Sandra: Let's head down there.

Speed: *walks in front of Sandra* Well maybe we should take different vehicles.

Sandra: Why?

Speed: We'll cover more ground.

Sandra: I don't know how to get there.

Speed: I'll drive up front.

Sandra: Why don't you just drive us there, and we'll stay in one Hummer.

Speed: Why do you even have a Hummer?

Sandra: More room to move around.

Speed: Oh God.

Sandra: You're starting to sweat, are you sure the heat isn't getting to you?

Speed: No, it's not the heat, believe me.

Sandra: Well let's go.

Speed: Um...Okay.

[Hummerhome]

Delko: Hey Katie?

Katie: Yeah?

Delko: *whispers* Just phoned Speed.

Katie: He's okay?

Delko: He's fine. He wants to tell you that he...*flips through pages of notes* Loves you.

Katie: Really? Aww...WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME TALK TO HIM!

Delko: Because Horatio would hit me.

Katie: Oh don't worry about him. He's a big o'l gentle pussy cat.

Delko: Well his phone is turned off so I can't call him again. Oh I think he likes the FBI director lady.

Katie: ...Why?

Delko: He called her a goddess.

Katie: WHAT?!

Delko: He also said she looked like me naked times 40 pounds.

Katie: Don't scare me like that. *slaps Delko*

TBC......
 
HAHAHA, I slapped Delko. "Its not the heat, believe me." Yeah well Mr.....stubble pants you just had better watch it. I know your alive now and I can easily just....yeah I need to lay off the Dr. Pepper. lol. Update soon please.
 
Katie: Oh don't worry about him. He's a big o'l gentle pussy cat.
LOL!! :lol: :lol:
can't breath to much..laughter! :lol:
 
HAHA! STUBBLE PANTS! :lol:

I Will Not Die, I'll Wait Here For You

[Everglades, Hummer]

Speed: Well here we are. The Everglades. You know several hundred years ago, these wetlands were a major part of a 5,184,000 acre watershed that covered almost a third of the entire state of Florida. The Everglades consist of a shallow sheet of fresh water that rolls slowly over the lowlands and through billions of blades of sawgrass tha-

Sandra: *moves closer* Tim, you're rambling.

Speed: *moves away* Have you seen how fast these Hummer doors can open? My God it's like a jet-propelled door knob. You know what's interesting about door knobs? These aren't even door knobs. They're just these f-

Sandra: *moves closer* You're still rambling.

Speed: Aaaaand...*clears throat* You're still inching closer and closer.

Sandra: Do you...Like being close to me? *smiles*

Speed: *opens Hummer door, falls out* AH!

Sandra: *falls out* AH! *lands on top of Speed*

Speed: *looks up at Sandra*

Sandra: How ironic. Right where I want you. *leans closer*

Speed: Holy hell! *pushes Sandra*

Sandra: What did you do that for?

Speed: *stands up* I'm married.

Sandra: *stands up* Yeah I know that.

Speed: Then why are you doing this?

Sandra: *smiles*

Speed: What?

Sandra: *pushes Speed against Hummer*

Speed: Ow.

Sandra: Come on I see the way you look at me.

Speed: Uh, obviously not. You're too busy thinking about pushing me against Hummers.

Sandra: *leans closer*

Speed: *moves out of the way* I think we should get back.

Sandra: Why?

Speed: *frowns* Yeah it's very clear I want this. Oh take me now.

Sandra: Is than an offer?

Speed: *glares* No it's not.

Sandra: You know for a man in your situation, you have pretty strong self-control.

Speed: It's such a miracle. *grabs Sandra* Let's go.

Sandra: Where are we going?

Speed: We're not going anywhere. You're going back to the lab to get those results. I'm going to go find Trevor.

Sandra: *gets in Hummer* Are you mad at me?

Speed: *gets in Hummer* No.

Sandra: Oh...

Speed: Let's just try to...Keep our distance okay?

Sandra: Deal.

TBC.......
 
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