:lol: MOVE OVER DONAHUE HERE I COME.
Feel The Rush Of The Ocean
[10 pm, Sandra's office]
Speed: Are you sure this is the best way to get him?
Sandra: *sits on couch* It's the only way. Now, look like you're enjoying yourself.
Speed: You're kidding right?
Sandra: Do you want to catch him or not?
Speed: We're not going to actually...Do anything are we?
Sandra: It depends on how long it takes the swat team to get on the roof of that building.
Speed: Why did your office have to be on top of the Burger King?
Sandra: Tim, relax and just play along.
Speed: But Tim doesn't want to play.
Sandra: Will you stop talking and start kissing?
Speed: *kisses Sandra*
Sandra: *blinks*
[Ontop of other building]
[Trevor loads the gun with bullets, SWAT team slowly walks up the stairs]
[Office]
Sandra: *pulls away* Are you okay?
Speed: I'm fine, why?
Sandra: Do your hands usually shake that badly?
Speed: This wasn't exactly what I was planning on doing after faking my own death.
Sandra: If it makes a difference, you're the best mark I've ever tempted.
Speed: *unbuttons Sandra's blouse* Don't I feel special.
Sandra: *giggles*
[Ontop of other building, Trevor puts the gun in the correct position, and adjusts the scope. The SWAT team gets all the way up the stairs. They walk slowly over to Trevor, who has his finger on the trigger]
SWAT guy: Freeze! Relinquish the weapon and turn around slowly.
Trevor: *takes finger off of trigger, turns around*
SWAT guy: *Grabs radio* All units, we have the suspect in custody, repeat, the suspect is in custody.
[Sandra's office]
Sandra: *pulls away* They have him.
Speed: *sits up* Good.
Sandra: *buttons shirt* You want to go question him?
Speed: Yeah I'll do that in the morning.
Sandra: I'll have the guys place him in lockup.
Speed: *stands up* Great.
Sandra: Hey Tim?
Speed: Yeah.
Sandra: I'm quitting my job with Bruno. I'm going to apply with the FBI.
Speed: Well your mom's the director, I'm sure she'll be wise to consider you.
Sandra: I'm still sorry about what I had to do.
Speed: It was your job.
Sandra: Well I'm glad you didn't take the bait.
Speed: *nods* I'll see you tomorrow morning.
Sandra: *smiles* You're coming back tomorrow?
Speed: I need to get my suspect transferred over to our lab for processing. Your DNA techs aren't
quite as experienced. Then he'll be tranferred to a federal prison.
Sandra: But you'll be back tomorrow right?
Speed: *walks to door* I'll be back to say goodbye. *winks*
Sandra: *smiles*
Speed: *smirks, leaves*
Sandra: I love Miami.
TBC.........