speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
I'll be giving him more then a cookie. I mean the man shot himself...on purpose is he insane!?! lol. And yay he FINALLY pushed a woman away! Go Speed. lol. Update soon please!
CSI:Miami Road Trip- We've Travelled a Long Way
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:lol: Give him a Klondike bar. 
(God I hate those commercials)
Time Of Dying
[Lab]
Sandra: Okay I'll get those results.
Speed: I'll check the computer for his last location.
Sandra: Did you need anyone to help?
Speed: No, I can take care of it myself.
Sandra: Fine. *walks downstairs* Okay, where are my results?
Pimpleboy: I had to learn how to do that first.
Sandra: Do you have them?
Pimpleboy: I work at Burger King. This is rocket science.
Sandra: Try forensic science. Have you got them?
Pimpleboy: *leans on table* So who's that new guy?
Sandra: He's a CSI from Miami.
Pimpleboy: You two make a good couple.
Sandra: What?
Pimpleboy: Well you just seem like you fit nice together. Well what do I know? I'm just a pimple boy who works at Burger King. It's kind of funny how they find all of us. I mean, who hires someone who has more grease on their face than the deep fryer? *shakes head* It's insane.
Sandra: The results?
Pimpleboy: They're printing off now.
Sandra: Thank you.
Pimpleboy: So how old is he?
Sandra: ...I don't know, in his thirties why?
Pimpleboy: Aren't you in your thirties?
Sandra: Not that it's any of your business how old I am, but yeah. I'm 32.
Pimpleboy: See? He's in your league.
Sandra: What are you? The loveboat? Get my results.
Pimpleboy: *grabs paper* The DNA in the hair matches Trevor. But there was something weird in the hair so I ran it through Tox.
Sandra: You know how to do that?
Pimpleboy: No but I saw it on tv.
Sandra: And what did you find?
Pimpleboy: *hands over paper*
Sandra: Propylene Glycol and a mixture of mineral powder and green dye number 7.
Speed: *crosses arms* That's military makeup.
Sandra: *turns around* You shouldn't sneak up on people.
Speed: *takes paper* You found this in his hair?
Pimpleboy: Yeah at the root.
Speed: He was probably applying the makeup to his face and got some of it in his hair.
Sandra: So he's trying to hide himself.
Speed: Knowing Trevor, he'd probably just wear that on a regular day anyway.
Sandra: So does this tell us anything?
Speed: It tells us he's got military makeup on his face.
Sandra: What do we do?
Speed: Well if he's buying the stuff, it means he's going to need to buy more supplies.
Sandra: Like what?
Speed: Clothes, a gun, that kind of thing.
Sandra: So how do we find him based on that?
Speed: If grease boy here can isolate a sample of the makeup, I can run trace on it and get us a specific brand. Then we can find out where he bought it and everything else he's going to try and get.
Sandra: ..Um...Okay.
Speed: Please tell me you have a Trace lab.
Sandra: Come this way.
Speed: Alright.
[Trace lab]
Speed: *blinks* ...Oh God I'm home.
Sandra: I hope it's big enough.
Speed: It's....Oh it's big enough.
Sandra: Here's the sample.
Speed: Thanks, I'll get this processed.
Sandra: You mind if I watch?
Speed: Why?
Sandra: We're on the same team, I was just hoping you would...Show me your world.
Speed: Trace?
Sandra: This is all very different from what we do at the FBI.
Speed: You want to...Learn about what I do.
Sandra: Why not?
Speed: Well there's not much to see once I get the samples in the GCMS.
Sandra: I'm not looking for entertainment.
Speed: *tilts head*
Sandra: What?
Speed: ...Alright, grab a chair.
Sandra: *smiles*
TBC.........
(God I hate those commercials)Time Of Dying
[Lab]
Sandra: Okay I'll get those results.
Speed: I'll check the computer for his last location.
Sandra: Did you need anyone to help?
Speed: No, I can take care of it myself.
Sandra: Fine. *walks downstairs* Okay, where are my results?
Pimpleboy: I had to learn how to do that first.
Sandra: Do you have them?
Pimpleboy: I work at Burger King. This is rocket science.
Sandra: Try forensic science. Have you got them?
Pimpleboy: *leans on table* So who's that new guy?
Sandra: He's a CSI from Miami.
Pimpleboy: You two make a good couple.
Sandra: What?
Pimpleboy: Well you just seem like you fit nice together. Well what do I know? I'm just a pimple boy who works at Burger King. It's kind of funny how they find all of us. I mean, who hires someone who has more grease on their face than the deep fryer? *shakes head* It's insane.
Sandra: The results?
Pimpleboy: They're printing off now.
Sandra: Thank you.
Pimpleboy: So how old is he?
Sandra: ...I don't know, in his thirties why?
Pimpleboy: Aren't you in your thirties?
Sandra: Not that it's any of your business how old I am, but yeah. I'm 32.
Pimpleboy: See? He's in your league.
Sandra: What are you? The loveboat? Get my results.
Pimpleboy: *grabs paper* The DNA in the hair matches Trevor. But there was something weird in the hair so I ran it through Tox.
Sandra: You know how to do that?
Pimpleboy: No but I saw it on tv.
Sandra: And what did you find?
Pimpleboy: *hands over paper*
Sandra: Propylene Glycol and a mixture of mineral powder and green dye number 7.
Speed: *crosses arms* That's military makeup.
Sandra: *turns around* You shouldn't sneak up on people.
Speed: *takes paper* You found this in his hair?
Pimpleboy: Yeah at the root.
Speed: He was probably applying the makeup to his face and got some of it in his hair.
Sandra: So he's trying to hide himself.
Speed: Knowing Trevor, he'd probably just wear that on a regular day anyway.
Sandra: So does this tell us anything?
Speed: It tells us he's got military makeup on his face.
Sandra: What do we do?
Speed: Well if he's buying the stuff, it means he's going to need to buy more supplies.
Sandra: Like what?
Speed: Clothes, a gun, that kind of thing.
Sandra: So how do we find him based on that?
Speed: If grease boy here can isolate a sample of the makeup, I can run trace on it and get us a specific brand. Then we can find out where he bought it and everything else he's going to try and get.
Sandra: ..Um...Okay.
Speed: Please tell me you have a Trace lab.
Sandra: Come this way.
Speed: Alright.
[Trace lab]
Speed: *blinks* ...Oh God I'm home.
Sandra: I hope it's big enough.
Speed: It's....Oh it's big enough.
Sandra: Here's the sample.
Speed: Thanks, I'll get this processed.
Sandra: You mind if I watch?
Speed: Why?
Sandra: We're on the same team, I was just hoping you would...Show me your world.
Speed: Trace?
Sandra: This is all very different from what we do at the FBI.
Speed: You want to...Learn about what I do.
Sandra: Why not?
Speed: Well there's not much to see once I get the samples in the GCMS.
Sandra: I'm not looking for entertainment.
Speed: *tilts head*
Sandra: What?
Speed: ...Alright, grab a chair.
Sandra: *smiles*
TBC.........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
WANNABE! HAHA! I WIN! lol. And oh thank the lord someone else hates those commericals besides just me lol. And that "Pimple boy" better shut his cake whole. lol. Update soon please.
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
I presume you were ending that sentance with "Or I'll do it for him"? another of my mom's favorite sayings lol. yes, Geni! update soon!
:lol: 'Give her a Klondike bar' UGH just shove it up your a....Um...So....
Coming Clean
[Trace lab, 3 hours later]
Speed: You know, you staring at the machine like it's about to blow up is not going to make it go faster.
Sandra: It's exciting.
Speed: It's really not.
Sandra: ...I'm sorry about before, in the Glades.
Speed: *nods*
Sandra: I tend to be a little...Over-ambitious.
Speed: A little?
Sandra: Okay very over-ambitious.
Speed: Don't worry about it.
Sandra: Are you sure?
Speed: Yeah.
Sandra: You know, pimple boy down there thinks we'd make a good couple.
Speed: Good for him.
Sandra: He was just pointing out how we're about the same age and all.
Speed: A lot of people are about the same age.
Sandra: Yeah that pimple boy is just crazy. The zits must be seeping into his brain.
Speed: *smirks*
Sandra: Is that a smile I see? My God it smiles.
Speed: *smiling* Yeah take a picture because it doesn't last long.
Sandra: *laughs*
[Machine beeps]
Speed: *grabs paper* Loamwear military makeup.
Sandra: Are there any places in Miami that sell that brand?
Speed: Oh probably hundreds.
Sandra: So that doesn't help us.
Speed: Does the Hummer have a full tank of gas?
Sandra: *smiles*
[Hummerhome]
Horatio: Ohio here we are!
Calleigh: Boredom here we are!
Horatio: Oh don't think like that. There are plenty of things to do here.
Delko: Yeah don't they have a giant ball of string here?
Horatio: I don't think so.
Delko: Dang, well I've suddenly become un-interested in this place already.
Carly: Don't they have animals?
Anni: Oh you mean that dead porquepine on the side of the road?
Carly: ...If you call that an animal.
Katie: Tell me they sell Cheeze Its here.
Anni: Do you see any stores?
Katie: There are no stores in Ohio?
Anni: Well there probably are, I was just saying I don't see any around at the moment.
Katie: *mumbles* Stupid Buckeye state.
TBC........
Coming Clean
[Trace lab, 3 hours later]
Speed: You know, you staring at the machine like it's about to blow up is not going to make it go faster.
Sandra: It's exciting.
Speed: It's really not.
Sandra: ...I'm sorry about before, in the Glades.
Speed: *nods*
Sandra: I tend to be a little...Over-ambitious.
Speed: A little?
Sandra: Okay very over-ambitious.
Speed: Don't worry about it.
Sandra: Are you sure?
Speed: Yeah.
Sandra: You know, pimple boy down there thinks we'd make a good couple.
Speed: Good for him.
Sandra: He was just pointing out how we're about the same age and all.
Speed: A lot of people are about the same age.
Sandra: Yeah that pimple boy is just crazy. The zits must be seeping into his brain.
Speed: *smirks*
Sandra: Is that a smile I see? My God it smiles.
Speed: *smiling* Yeah take a picture because it doesn't last long.
Sandra: *laughs*
[Machine beeps]
Speed: *grabs paper* Loamwear military makeup.
Sandra: Are there any places in Miami that sell that brand?
Speed: Oh probably hundreds.
Sandra: So that doesn't help us.
Speed: Does the Hummer have a full tank of gas?
Sandra: *smiles*
[Hummerhome]
Horatio: Ohio here we are!
Calleigh: Boredom here we are!
Horatio: Oh don't think like that. There are plenty of things to do here.
Delko: Yeah don't they have a giant ball of string here?
Horatio: I don't think so.
Delko: Dang, well I've suddenly become un-interested in this place already.
Carly: Don't they have animals?
Anni: Oh you mean that dead porquepine on the side of the road?
Carly: ...If you call that an animal.
Katie: Tell me they sell Cheeze Its here.
Anni: Do you see any stores?
Katie: There are no stores in Ohio?
Anni: Well there probably are, I was just saying I don't see any around at the moment.
Katie: *mumbles* Stupid Buckeye state.
TBC........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Stupid Buckeye state." Oh man I crack myself up, and now I really want some cheeze its dang it! lol. "I think all those zits are seeping into his brain." oh man that was hilarious. Update soon please.
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
Wow, sounds like a really boring state. But I have nothing to compare it to, cause I've never to the states. But I had a juice thing today that said "A taste of Florida"...but whatever.
:lol: FLORIDA ORANGE JUICE! ...Okay yeah I felt the need to shout that because it's my favorite kind of orange juice. DIE PULP! ...Must wear glasses now. My brain just fell apart.
You Set Me Free
[Miami, Makeup store]
Speed: *walks up to counter* Have you seen this guy lately?
Man: Yeah he came in here about 7 hours ago.
Sandra: Wow pretty good for the first store we tried.
Speed: Did he buy anything?
Man: Some makeup and some porn.
Speed: ...Excuse me?
Man: We have a porn shop attached to this place. He went in there after he bought the makeup.
Speed: You mind if we look around?
Man: Go ahead.
Speed: *walks away*
Sandra: Porn?
Speed: We're going to have to check it out.
Sandra: Oh yeah I want to go to the Glades and you get all hesitant but you want to run right into the porno store.
Speed: Will you get in here? *grabs Sandra*
[Porn store]
Sandra: This place is for low lifes.
Speed: Yeah say that louder, I don't think the drunk hobo down the street heard you.
Sandra: Hey look, movies.
Speed: So?
Sandra: I've been wanting to rent something for friday video nights.
Speed: What kind of people do you have over at your house?
Sandra: Hey Ashley Anders. She makes some great videos. Hey do you think I could buy 28 Lays Later?
Speed: *grabs video* Will you cut it out? We're on a case.
Sandra: OH HEY! Cookie Divine! *grabs movie* She's amazing. Have you seen her in action? It's breathtaking.
Speed: *grabs video* Stop browsing for all the porn and get on the same team as me.
Sandra: Do you have something against her?
Speed: Her name is not Cookie Divine. It's Sara Piper so give her a little more respect.
Sandra: Whoa you know her? *laughing* When did you date a porn star?
Speed: *grabs Sandra* Move it.
[Counter]
Speed: Have you seen this guy?
Man: Sure, he came in a while ago.
Sandra: Did he buy anything?
Man: No, he just looked around and then asked to use the phone.
Speed: Which phone?
Man: Yeah exactly, We don't have phone.
Speed: Where did he go after you told him you didn't have a phone?
Man: He went outside to that payphone.
Speed: Thanks....Sandra!
Sandra: *looks up*
Speed: I am not on the backs of any of those video tapes.
Sandra: ...*looks around* I was just making sure.
Speed: Let's go.
[Outside]
Speed: Okay, he came to this pay phone.
Sandra: Did he use it?
Speed: ...*blinks* No, he just stood here and waited for the seasons to change. What do you think?
Sandra: I'll make a few calls and we can get the records from this phone.
Speed: Good. *looks around* Hey, check it out.
Sandra: What?
Speed: Traffic cameras.
Sandra: What about them? We weren't speeding.
Speed: They have video surveillance.
Sandra: So?
Speed: So we can see which direction Trevor went if we get those tapes.
Sandra: Don't we need a warrant for that?
Speed: You're the FBI. Wave your badge around.
Sandra: You wave YOUR badge around.
Speed: Your badge means more than mine.
Sandra: So?
Speed: So use it to our advantage.
Sandra: Where do we even get the tapes from?
Speed: ....I don't know, Horatio usually does that.
Sandra: Who's Horatio?
Speed: *sigh* Nevermind, come on we'll go get the tapes.
Sandra: So how do you know Sara Piper?
Speed: *gets in Hummer* I went out for coffee with her a long time ago and she hates me.
Sandra: What did you to do her?
Speed: Nothing.
Sandra: She can't hate you for doing nothing.
Speed: Drop it.
Sandra: Fine....So how was it dating a porn star?
Speed: Do the words 'drop it' mean nothing to women?
Sandra: Do the words 'don't rape me' mean nothing to men?
Speed: ...I wouldn't know, I'm not a rapist.
Sandra: This is fun. I never get to talk to anyone at the FBI office.
Speed: The FBI don't have mouths?
Sandra: Oh they do, they're just paranoid about everything. I used to be like that.
Speed: What happened?
Sandra: You taught me to assume nothing.
Speed: *looks at Sandra*
Sandra: *smiles*
Speed: *looks at road* I'm glad you learned something.
Sandra: Me too.
Speed: *nods*
Sandra: Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?
Speed: *slams on breaks* LEARN TO DRIVE! Geez, sunday drivers on a friday. What is this world coming to?
Sandra: Tim?
Speed: Yeah.
Sandra: You didn't answer.
Speed: You want to have dinner with me?
Sandra: Well as business partners. We can go over the case, and eat at the same time.
Speed: It's not a date is it?
Sandra: Definetaly not a date. We're just two colleagues enjoying a meal together while going over some information regarding a federal case.
Speed: That, that sounds like a date.
Sandra: It's not like we're lighting candles and drinking champagne. It's a couple of burgers and beers.
Speed: *sigh* Fine.
Sandra: Great.
TBC..........
...Must wear glasses now. My brain just fell apart.You Set Me Free
[Miami, Makeup store]
Speed: *walks up to counter* Have you seen this guy lately?
Man: Yeah he came in here about 7 hours ago.
Sandra: Wow pretty good for the first store we tried.
Speed: Did he buy anything?
Man: Some makeup and some porn.
Speed: ...Excuse me?
Man: We have a porn shop attached to this place. He went in there after he bought the makeup.
Speed: You mind if we look around?
Man: Go ahead.
Speed: *walks away*
Sandra: Porn?
Speed: We're going to have to check it out.
Sandra: Oh yeah I want to go to the Glades and you get all hesitant but you want to run right into the porno store.
Speed: Will you get in here? *grabs Sandra*
[Porn store]
Sandra: This place is for low lifes.
Speed: Yeah say that louder, I don't think the drunk hobo down the street heard you.
Sandra: Hey look, movies.
Speed: So?
Sandra: I've been wanting to rent something for friday video nights.
Speed: What kind of people do you have over at your house?
Sandra: Hey Ashley Anders. She makes some great videos. Hey do you think I could buy 28 Lays Later?
Speed: *grabs video* Will you cut it out? We're on a case.
Sandra: OH HEY! Cookie Divine! *grabs movie* She's amazing. Have you seen her in action? It's breathtaking.
Speed: *grabs video* Stop browsing for all the porn and get on the same team as me.
Sandra: Do you have something against her?
Speed: Her name is not Cookie Divine. It's Sara Piper so give her a little more respect.
Sandra: Whoa you know her? *laughing* When did you date a porn star?
Speed: *grabs Sandra* Move it.
[Counter]
Speed: Have you seen this guy?
Man: Sure, he came in a while ago.
Sandra: Did he buy anything?
Man: No, he just looked around and then asked to use the phone.
Speed: Which phone?
Man: Yeah exactly, We don't have phone.
Speed: Where did he go after you told him you didn't have a phone?
Man: He went outside to that payphone.
Speed: Thanks....Sandra!
Sandra: *looks up*
Speed: I am not on the backs of any of those video tapes.
Sandra: ...*looks around* I was just making sure.
Speed: Let's go.
[Outside]
Speed: Okay, he came to this pay phone.
Sandra: Did he use it?
Speed: ...*blinks* No, he just stood here and waited for the seasons to change. What do you think?
Sandra: I'll make a few calls and we can get the records from this phone.
Speed: Good. *looks around* Hey, check it out.
Sandra: What?
Speed: Traffic cameras.
Sandra: What about them? We weren't speeding.
Speed: They have video surveillance.
Sandra: So?
Speed: So we can see which direction Trevor went if we get those tapes.
Sandra: Don't we need a warrant for that?
Speed: You're the FBI. Wave your badge around.
Sandra: You wave YOUR badge around.
Speed: Your badge means more than mine.
Sandra: So?
Speed: So use it to our advantage.
Sandra: Where do we even get the tapes from?
Speed: ....I don't know, Horatio usually does that.
Sandra: Who's Horatio?
Speed: *sigh* Nevermind, come on we'll go get the tapes.
Sandra: So how do you know Sara Piper?
Speed: *gets in Hummer* I went out for coffee with her a long time ago and she hates me.
Sandra: What did you to do her?
Speed: Nothing.
Sandra: She can't hate you for doing nothing.
Speed: Drop it.
Sandra: Fine....So how was it dating a porn star?
Speed: Do the words 'drop it' mean nothing to women?
Sandra: Do the words 'don't rape me' mean nothing to men?
Speed: ...I wouldn't know, I'm not a rapist.
Sandra: This is fun. I never get to talk to anyone at the FBI office.
Speed: The FBI don't have mouths?
Sandra: Oh they do, they're just paranoid about everything. I used to be like that.
Speed: What happened?
Sandra: You taught me to assume nothing.
Speed: *looks at Sandra*
Sandra: *smiles*
Speed: *looks at road* I'm glad you learned something.
Sandra: Me too.
Speed: *nods*
Sandra: Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?
Speed: *slams on breaks* LEARN TO DRIVE! Geez, sunday drivers on a friday. What is this world coming to?
Sandra: Tim?
Speed: Yeah.
Sandra: You didn't answer.
Speed: You want to have dinner with me?
Sandra: Well as business partners. We can go over the case, and eat at the same time.
Speed: It's not a date is it?
Sandra: Definetaly not a date. We're just two colleagues enjoying a meal together while going over some information regarding a federal case.
Speed: That, that sounds like a date.
Sandra: It's not like we're lighting candles and drinking champagne. It's a couple of burgers and beers.
Speed: *sigh* Fine.
Sandra: Great.
TBC..........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Burger and beers my rear end! Just like Coffee my rear end. You know I"m glad her boyfriend sold that tape of her or whatever it he did I tend to block out s3 and s4 and the sara piper parts in innocent. Anyways trevor went in a porno store huh lol update soon please
:lol: Poor stupid seasons 3 and 4....UGH why did they have to bring her in again? That realy doesn't help. I don't care if her stupid boyfriend found out she was a porn star. WHO CARES. He should have been mad that she went out on a date with some strange cop. And considering the time-frame between Speedle's 'death' and her 'marriage', it was like..2 months. You don't marry someone in two months. Either she was already married, or she was cheating on her husband. See I think that's why the boyfriend released the tapes, because he found out she was having an affair with a cop. And since she didn't tell Speed she was married, all the blame falls on her and the husband can't get Speed because he's 'dead'....Now wouldn't that have been a much better plot? (unless she wasn't married, but thats because I hate season 3 and can't remember it) TAKE THAT DONAHUE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BUTT.
*sigh*
Living A Nightmare
[Burger King]
[Lab downstairs]
Sandra: That was a great burger.
Speed: Yeah, wonderful.
Sandra: Well we'll have to catch Trevor tomorrow.
Speed: Do you have a place to stay tonight?
Sandra: I have an office. It has a blanket in it.
Speed: You can't sleep in your office. Why don't I put you up in a hotel?
Sandra: Hotels? Yeah right I don't think so. Those are gross. *walks in office*
Speed: *walks in* So you're just going to...Sleep here.
Sandra: It's not a problem. *sits on couch*
Speed: *sits on couch* You're sleeping beneath a Burger King. That can't be healthy.
Sandra: *smiles* So can I ask you something?
Speed: Go ahead.
Sandra: Why don't you have kids?
Speed: *frowns*
Sandra: I know, it's off-limits but, I'd still like to know.
Speed: It's a long story.
Sandra: The night is long.
Speed: I don't really feel comfortable talking about it.
Sandra: Ah I see. Well you don't have to. So that means you and your wife don't...
Speed: No.
Sandra: Ah.
Speed: I just...I haven't been with a woman in a long time.
Sandra: And that's a problem?
Speed: No, it's not a problem.
Sandra: I see.
Speed: *sigh* Yeah.
Sandra: *sits closer* ....You're not moving?
Speed: Maybe I don't want to.
Sandra: *leans closer*
Speed: *closes eyes*.....*sigh* We probably shouldn't.
Sandra: Probably not.
Speed: Look, I'll...I'll stop by tomorrow morning.
Sandra: Okay.
Speed: *stands up* I'll see you later. *leaves*
Sandra: Bye.
[Hummerhome]
Horatio: Okay everyone in bed.
Katie: Wow Ohio has been....Entertaining for the past three hours. We sat here the entire time looking at a lagoon.
Delko: I think my eyeballs are going to bleed.
Missy: I think my brain just fell out.
Horatio: Then let's all get some sleep. Off to bed.
Katie: But we were having oh so much fun looking at the rotting lagoon. I can almost hear the tar bubbles bursting.
Horatio: Sleep. Now.
TBC..........
*sigh*
Living A Nightmare
[Burger King]
[Lab downstairs]
Sandra: That was a great burger.
Speed: Yeah, wonderful.
Sandra: Well we'll have to catch Trevor tomorrow.
Speed: Do you have a place to stay tonight?
Sandra: I have an office. It has a blanket in it.
Speed: You can't sleep in your office. Why don't I put you up in a hotel?
Sandra: Hotels? Yeah right I don't think so. Those are gross. *walks in office*
Speed: *walks in* So you're just going to...Sleep here.
Sandra: It's not a problem. *sits on couch*
Speed: *sits on couch* You're sleeping beneath a Burger King. That can't be healthy.
Sandra: *smiles* So can I ask you something?
Speed: Go ahead.
Sandra: Why don't you have kids?
Speed: *frowns*
Sandra: I know, it's off-limits but, I'd still like to know.
Speed: It's a long story.
Sandra: The night is long.
Speed: I don't really feel comfortable talking about it.
Sandra: Ah I see. Well you don't have to. So that means you and your wife don't...
Speed: No.
Sandra: Ah.
Speed: I just...I haven't been with a woman in a long time.
Sandra: And that's a problem?
Speed: No, it's not a problem.
Sandra: I see.
Speed: *sigh* Yeah.
Sandra: *sits closer* ....You're not moving?
Speed: Maybe I don't want to.
Sandra: *leans closer*
Speed: *closes eyes*.....*sigh* We probably shouldn't.
Sandra: Probably not.
Speed: Look, I'll...I'll stop by tomorrow morning.
Sandra: Okay.
Speed: *stands up* I'll see you later. *leaves*
Sandra: Bye.
[Hummerhome]
Horatio: Okay everyone in bed.
Katie: Wow Ohio has been....Entertaining for the past three hours. We sat here the entire time looking at a lagoon.
Delko: I think my eyeballs are going to bleed.
Missy: I think my brain just fell out.
Horatio: Then let's all get some sleep. Off to bed.
Katie: But we were having oh so much fun looking at the rotting lagoon. I can almost hear the tar bubbles bursting.
Horatio: Sleep. Now.
TBC..........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Oh, I'm so excited about Ohio, I love it. lol. And bad Speedy, very very bad Speedy. And its not my fault he wouldn't take a hint and locked me out of the room and didn't want do it on the couch. lol. Anyways great update, update soon please.
:lol: BAHAHAHA.
Losing Everything, I Can See My Life Passing Me By
[Next morning, Miami]
Speed: *walks in* You called?
Sandra: *takes off glasses* There's been a murder.
Speed: What does this have to do with our case?
Sandra: Tim it is our case.
Speed: *frowns*
[Downtown]
Speed: *bends down* She was shot right between the eyes.
Sandra: *reading notes* Passer-bys didn't hear a gunshot.
Speed: Well they probably wouldn't. *stands up*
Sandra: Why not?
Speed: Because this was a long-range shot. Probably from a sniper rifle. I recognize that bullet, it's a Desert Eagle.
Sandra: Desert Eagle?
Speed: A Desert Eagle was probably modified into a sniper rifle.
Sandra: We also found this.
Speed: *grabs paper* I will kill one person every day if you don't stop looking for me you...*sigh*
Sandra: You what?
Speed: Well the rest of the note is pretty inapropriate.
Sandra: How do we find him?
Speed: Trajectory. We follow that, and we'll find the building where he shot from.
Sandra: I'll get my CSIs down here.
Speed: You have CSIs?
Sandra: ...I probably should have mentioned that.
Speed: Probably. Hey listen, about last night, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that position...No pun intended.
Sandra: It's okay.
Speed: Are you sure?
Sandra: *smirks* The tables have turned.
Speed: I think we should maintan a professional relationship.
Sandra: *writing things down* Good idea.
Speed: So where are these CSIs?
Sandra: Will you calm down? I haven't called them yet.
Speed: Sorry.
Sandra: Where's Tim Speedle and what did you do with the body?
Speed: What?
Sandra: You don't seem yourself.
Speed: Why?
Sandra: Well you seem kind of...Nervous.
Speed: I'm not nervous.
Sandra: Well nervous or not, you're starting to make the newbies worried so calm down.
Speed: I'll take some photographs.
Sandra: Good, I'll question some witnesses.
Speed: *grabs camera*
Alexx: Hey Timmy.
Speed: Hey Alexx.
Alexx: You're working with the feds?
Speed: They're the lesser of two evils.
Alexx: *smiles* Don't worry, IAB won't get involved with this one.
Speed: At least one thing's in our favor. *takes pictures*
Guy: *walks up* Hey that's my PDA in there.
Cop: Sorry, sir, you'll have to step back behind the tape.
Guy: No, I need that. I have to track down my girls.
Cop: Stay behind the tape sir.
Speed: *looks up*
Guy: Oh, great, I know him. Let me talk to him.
Cop: *turns around* You know him?
Speed: *frowns* We've had the 'pleasure' of meeting.
Cop: *walks away*
Speed: Bruno Gomez.
Bruno: Cop-that-won't-let-me-under-the-tape. Now that we're on a first name basis, I want my PDA.
Speed: What, so you can track down your spy girls?
Bruno: Uh, they're not spy girls, they're my investment so can I have it back?
Speed: Uh, no you can't. This is a crime scene.
Bruno: Well guess what, that's not my problem.
Speed: Your PDA is now officially evidence, so guess what? It is your problem.
Bruno: I just dropped it.
Speed: Good for you. *walks away*
Bruno: No wait, come on come back here.
Speed: *walks back*
Bruno: *gets out wallet* Okay, how much will it take?
Speed: *looks down* Money? *looks back up* You want to give me money.
Bruno: Is 200 good?
Speed: No, it's not.
Bruno: 400?
Speed: Does it look like this is my first day?
Bruno: If you take my...*lifts money* 800 dollars, it could be your lucky day champ.
Speed: Nah, nah you no what? Today's your lucky day. *takes out cuffs* Because now you're going to jail.
Bruno: What? No I can't go to jail, I'm suppose to check out a mark this afternoon.
Speed: I guess you'll have to wait to ruin this guy's marriage another day. Come on, turn around.
Bruno: Uh, you can't arrest me. I'll have the best lawyer in town suing your entire department.
Speed: Uh, yes I can arrest you for bribing a police officer, so call your lawyer. I'd love to talk to him.
Cop: *walks over*
Speed: Get him out of my crime scene.
Cop: Yes sir. *grabs Bruno*
Speed: *shakes head*
Sandra: *walks over* Hey who was that?
Speed: A suspect.
Sandra: Really?
Speed: His PDA is in our crime scene.
Sandra: How does that make him a suspect?
Speed: That guy's the spy king, he can have anyone tracked down for a fee.
Sandra: What are you thinking?
Speed: I'm thinking Trevor contacted him to set him up with some expensive toys.
Sandra: It's a start.
Speed: Well it's actually nothing until we get this evidence processed.
TBC........
Losing Everything, I Can See My Life Passing Me By
[Next morning, Miami]
Speed: *walks in* You called?
Sandra: *takes off glasses* There's been a murder.
Speed: What does this have to do with our case?
Sandra: Tim it is our case.
Speed: *frowns*
[Downtown]
Speed: *bends down* She was shot right between the eyes.
Sandra: *reading notes* Passer-bys didn't hear a gunshot.
Speed: Well they probably wouldn't. *stands up*
Sandra: Why not?
Speed: Because this was a long-range shot. Probably from a sniper rifle. I recognize that bullet, it's a Desert Eagle.
Sandra: Desert Eagle?
Speed: A Desert Eagle was probably modified into a sniper rifle.
Sandra: We also found this.
Speed: *grabs paper* I will kill one person every day if you don't stop looking for me you...*sigh*
Sandra: You what?
Speed: Well the rest of the note is pretty inapropriate.
Sandra: How do we find him?
Speed: Trajectory. We follow that, and we'll find the building where he shot from.
Sandra: I'll get my CSIs down here.
Speed: You have CSIs?
Sandra: ...I probably should have mentioned that.
Speed: Probably. Hey listen, about last night, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that position...No pun intended.
Sandra: It's okay.
Speed: Are you sure?
Sandra: *smirks* The tables have turned.
Speed: I think we should maintan a professional relationship.
Sandra: *writing things down* Good idea.
Speed: So where are these CSIs?
Sandra: Will you calm down? I haven't called them yet.
Speed: Sorry.
Sandra: Where's Tim Speedle and what did you do with the body?
Speed: What?
Sandra: You don't seem yourself.
Speed: Why?
Sandra: Well you seem kind of...Nervous.
Speed: I'm not nervous.
Sandra: Well nervous or not, you're starting to make the newbies worried so calm down.
Speed: I'll take some photographs.
Sandra: Good, I'll question some witnesses.
Speed: *grabs camera*
Alexx: Hey Timmy.
Speed: Hey Alexx.
Alexx: You're working with the feds?
Speed: They're the lesser of two evils.
Alexx: *smiles* Don't worry, IAB won't get involved with this one.
Speed: At least one thing's in our favor. *takes pictures*
Guy: *walks up* Hey that's my PDA in there.
Cop: Sorry, sir, you'll have to step back behind the tape.
Guy: No, I need that. I have to track down my girls.
Cop: Stay behind the tape sir.
Speed: *looks up*
Guy: Oh, great, I know him. Let me talk to him.
Cop: *turns around* You know him?
Speed: *frowns* We've had the 'pleasure' of meeting.
Cop: *walks away*
Speed: Bruno Gomez.
Bruno: Cop-that-won't-let-me-under-the-tape. Now that we're on a first name basis, I want my PDA.
Speed: What, so you can track down your spy girls?
Bruno: Uh, they're not spy girls, they're my investment so can I have it back?
Speed: Uh, no you can't. This is a crime scene.
Bruno: Well guess what, that's not my problem.
Speed: Your PDA is now officially evidence, so guess what? It is your problem.
Bruno: I just dropped it.
Speed: Good for you. *walks away*
Bruno: No wait, come on come back here.
Speed: *walks back*
Bruno: *gets out wallet* Okay, how much will it take?
Speed: *looks down* Money? *looks back up* You want to give me money.
Bruno: Is 200 good?
Speed: No, it's not.
Bruno: 400?
Speed: Does it look like this is my first day?
Bruno: If you take my...*lifts money* 800 dollars, it could be your lucky day champ.
Speed: Nah, nah you no what? Today's your lucky day. *takes out cuffs* Because now you're going to jail.
Bruno: What? No I can't go to jail, I'm suppose to check out a mark this afternoon.
Speed: I guess you'll have to wait to ruin this guy's marriage another day. Come on, turn around.
Bruno: Uh, you can't arrest me. I'll have the best lawyer in town suing your entire department.
Speed: Uh, yes I can arrest you for bribing a police officer, so call your lawyer. I'd love to talk to him.
Cop: *walks over*
Speed: Get him out of my crime scene.
Cop: Yes sir. *grabs Bruno*
Speed: *shakes head*
Sandra: *walks over* Hey who was that?
Speed: A suspect.
Sandra: Really?
Speed: His PDA is in our crime scene.
Sandra: How does that make him a suspect?
Speed: That guy's the spy king, he can have anyone tracked down for a fee.
Sandra: What are you thinking?
Speed: I'm thinking Trevor contacted him to set him up with some expensive toys.
Sandra: It's a start.
Speed: Well it's actually nothing until we get this evidence processed.
TBC........
CSI_in_training
CSI Level Two
I'll leave a comment when I find my brain. sounds like we had a very...interesting day *cough* But Can't wait for the next update, I wanna see if we find Trevor!!
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
JACK RABBIT! *sighs* God, I love Bruno. Trying to brib Speedy. Did you learn nothing in Bait. I mean come on man. lol. And Speed was being nervous, sounds to me like he likes little miss Sandra. lol. Update soon please.
:lol: I think Bruno and Speed had the best scenes. They should just bring him back in season 5 because I say so.
Turn It Inside Out So I Can See
[FBI Interrogation room]
Bruno: ...FBI? What did you get promoted?
Speed: Funny. *sits down* I checked out your PDA. It had a bunch of phone numbers, and dates in it.
Bruno: Yeah that's so I can do my job. What else would I have one for?
Speed: This one number in here, who does that belong to? It's not on your list because it was an incoming call.
Bruno: I don't have to tell you anything without a lawyer.
Speed: Do you have something to hide?
Bruno: My business is very private. If a hot girl came up to you and asked you if you ever cheated on your wife, would you answer?
Speed: This isn't about me.
Bruno: Whoa hey *laughs* hey no sense in hiding that hand now, I already saw the ring.
Speed: I wasn't hiding anything. Now, do you know who's number that is?
Bruno: Maybe your wife hired me to see if you were screwing around on her. That's probably some information you wouldn't divulge to just anyone, and I have that same right.
Speed: Look, I have all day, so we can sit here debating which one of us is screwing around on who, or we can get these questions answered so you can go back to ruining marriages.
Bruno: Okay that's fair.
Speed: Now, who's number is this?
Bruno: I don't know.
Speed: Well you see I checked it out against a pay phone near a porn store, and the number matches the one on your PDA, so do you want to try again?
Bruno: He was just some guy who was in need of my services.
Speed: Spy gear.
Bruno: I don't just sell to anyone, so I wanted him to come by the office and check things out in person.
Speed: Did he ever stop by?
Bruno: Yeah.
Speed: What did he buy?
Bruno: Now that, I'm going to have to not answer.
Speed: *leans back on chair* Why not?
Bruno: Because I'm protecting my investment.
Speed: I thought the girls were your investment.
Bruno: He was checking out the girls.
Speed: So what, you just lined them all up?
Bruno: Yeah.
Speed: And he picked one.
Bruno: I'm not confirming that or denying that.
Speed: Okay fine, what did he want a girl for?
Bruno: She was going to be bait for a mark.
Speed: Which mark?
Bruno: I can't tell you that.
Speed: Fine, where's the girl?
Bruno: I shipped her off to Washington.
Speed: Why?
Bruno: Because that's where the guy wanted her. The last I heard she was back in Miami.
Speed: I want her name.
Bruno: Sandra Mullins.
Speed: *looks up* ...Excuse me?
Bruno: She's one of my girls. The guy who hired me, has been setting her up for this for months. Apparently the mark, which I am assuming is you, judging by how nervous you look, is going to be taken out.
Speed: *frowns*
Bruno: He planned everything pretty good to get you didn't he?
Speed: Sit tight. *leaves*
[Lab]
Speed: *walks in*
Sandra: Hey, did you get anything out of him?
Speed: Oh I got enough out of him.
Sandra: What do you mean?
Speed: Where's the real director for the FBI?
Sandra: Standing right in front of you.
Speed: He set me up.
Sandra: Who set you up?
Speed: Trevor.
Sandra: ...Why?
Speed: *frowns* You work for Bruno and he's already confirmed that so start with the truth this time.
Sandra: ....My mother's the real director. Trevor paid her to look the other way.
Speed: So while you're busy getting in my pants, Trevor takes me out with his pretty little gun right?
Sandra: Look, in my eyes you were a mark like any other. I can't help what happens while I'm working.
Speed: I can't believe this.
Sandra: Tim you were a mark. Were. I fell in love with you.
Speed: That seems to happen a lot with you girls.
Sandra: I want to help you catch him. He really is trying to kill the agents that wanted him dead. He knew that the CSIs were going to try and catch him, and when you were assigned to the case after the FBI called your boss, he knew you had a weekness so he called Bruno, and Bruno called me.
Speed: You've been playing me since day one.
Sandra: I know how dangerous Trevor is now, and I want to help catch him.
Speed: You've helped enough.
Sandra: Tim, we can get him. We can catch him before more people die.
Speed: Forget it.
Sandra: Tim, listen to me. Trevor's going to be waiting tonight outside my office. I told him I'd tempt you again.
Speed: So, you want me to...Give myself over to you and then when Trevor's about to blow my brains out, that's when we get him.
Sandra: Exactly.
Speed: *sigh* I can't believe I'm agreeing to this.
Sandra: *smiles* Now we'll just have to use your 'weekness' to catch a killer.
Speed: I feel flattered.
Sandra: Come on, we'll make some phone calls and make all the arrangements.
Speed: *extends hand* Ladies first.
TBC.........
Turn It Inside Out So I Can See
[FBI Interrogation room]
Bruno: ...FBI? What did you get promoted?
Speed: Funny. *sits down* I checked out your PDA. It had a bunch of phone numbers, and dates in it.
Bruno: Yeah that's so I can do my job. What else would I have one for?
Speed: This one number in here, who does that belong to? It's not on your list because it was an incoming call.
Bruno: I don't have to tell you anything without a lawyer.
Speed: Do you have something to hide?
Bruno: My business is very private. If a hot girl came up to you and asked you if you ever cheated on your wife, would you answer?
Speed: This isn't about me.
Bruno: Whoa hey *laughs* hey no sense in hiding that hand now, I already saw the ring.
Speed: I wasn't hiding anything. Now, do you know who's number that is?
Bruno: Maybe your wife hired me to see if you were screwing around on her. That's probably some information you wouldn't divulge to just anyone, and I have that same right.
Speed: Look, I have all day, so we can sit here debating which one of us is screwing around on who, or we can get these questions answered so you can go back to ruining marriages.
Bruno: Okay that's fair.
Speed: Now, who's number is this?
Bruno: I don't know.
Speed: Well you see I checked it out against a pay phone near a porn store, and the number matches the one on your PDA, so do you want to try again?
Bruno: He was just some guy who was in need of my services.
Speed: Spy gear.
Bruno: I don't just sell to anyone, so I wanted him to come by the office and check things out in person.
Speed: Did he ever stop by?
Bruno: Yeah.
Speed: What did he buy?
Bruno: Now that, I'm going to have to not answer.
Speed: *leans back on chair* Why not?
Bruno: Because I'm protecting my investment.
Speed: I thought the girls were your investment.
Bruno: He was checking out the girls.
Speed: So what, you just lined them all up?
Bruno: Yeah.
Speed: And he picked one.
Bruno: I'm not confirming that or denying that.
Speed: Okay fine, what did he want a girl for?
Bruno: She was going to be bait for a mark.
Speed: Which mark?
Bruno: I can't tell you that.
Speed: Fine, where's the girl?
Bruno: I shipped her off to Washington.
Speed: Why?
Bruno: Because that's where the guy wanted her. The last I heard she was back in Miami.
Speed: I want her name.
Bruno: Sandra Mullins.
Speed: *looks up* ...Excuse me?
Bruno: She's one of my girls. The guy who hired me, has been setting her up for this for months. Apparently the mark, which I am assuming is you, judging by how nervous you look, is going to be taken out.
Speed: *frowns*
Bruno: He planned everything pretty good to get you didn't he?
Speed: Sit tight. *leaves*
[Lab]
Speed: *walks in*
Sandra: Hey, did you get anything out of him?
Speed: Oh I got enough out of him.
Sandra: What do you mean?
Speed: Where's the real director for the FBI?
Sandra: Standing right in front of you.
Speed: He set me up.
Sandra: Who set you up?
Speed: Trevor.
Sandra: ...Why?
Speed: *frowns* You work for Bruno and he's already confirmed that so start with the truth this time.
Sandra: ....My mother's the real director. Trevor paid her to look the other way.
Speed: So while you're busy getting in my pants, Trevor takes me out with his pretty little gun right?
Sandra: Look, in my eyes you were a mark like any other. I can't help what happens while I'm working.
Speed: I can't believe this.
Sandra: Tim you were a mark. Were. I fell in love with you.
Speed: That seems to happen a lot with you girls.
Sandra: I want to help you catch him. He really is trying to kill the agents that wanted him dead. He knew that the CSIs were going to try and catch him, and when you were assigned to the case after the FBI called your boss, he knew you had a weekness so he called Bruno, and Bruno called me.
Speed: You've been playing me since day one.
Sandra: I know how dangerous Trevor is now, and I want to help catch him.
Speed: You've helped enough.
Sandra: Tim, we can get him. We can catch him before more people die.
Speed: Forget it.
Sandra: Tim, listen to me. Trevor's going to be waiting tonight outside my office. I told him I'd tempt you again.
Speed: So, you want me to...Give myself over to you and then when Trevor's about to blow my brains out, that's when we get him.
Sandra: Exactly.
Speed: *sigh* I can't believe I'm agreeing to this.
Sandra: *smiles* Now we'll just have to use your 'weekness' to catch a killer.
Speed: I feel flattered.
Sandra: Come on, we'll make some phone calls and make all the arrangements.
Speed: *extends hand* Ladies first.
TBC.........
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