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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........
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........