I don't wear heels, skirts, dresses, leggings, or makeup. I can barely do my hair in the morning. It takes me 5 minutes. I brush it and then leave the bathroom. And my parents call me high maintenance. Pfft.
Start It All Up
[Next morning, Hummerhome]
Katie: *walks in* Are they still asleep?
Speed: *looks at watch* It's only 9.
Katie: Yeah but usually Horatio's up.
Speed: Well I have sand in my shoes so I'm going to get changed.
Katie: I'm going to get out of this skirt and into some jeans.
Delko: *stands in hall doorway* And where do you think you two are going?
Speed: Our...Room.
Delko: Why?
Speed: To change clothes. Most people do that when they want to get dressed.
Delko: Where were you all night? I've been up worried sick.
Speed: The beach.
Delko: Why?
Speed: I like sand.
Delko: Have you ever tried shoving sand down your pants? It's like a million bugs crawling down your butt crack.
Speed: Good to know. Move.
Delko: Weren't you wearing a suit when you left?
Speed: It was a layered coat, not a suit.
Delko: Well now you're wearing a dress shirt.
Speed: Yeah I had one on underneath.
Delko: You missed a button.
Speed: *squints* Is there a point to this interrogation?
Delko: I was just making observations.
Speed: Well make observations somewhere else.
Delko: I can't. I just happened to be standing here.
Speed: Okay what do you want?
Delko: You didn't even bring me back a doggie bag.
Speed: They don't make doggie bags there.
Delko: You didn't even ask.
Speed: I didn't have to.
Delko: Why were you on the beach?
Speed: Like I said, I like sand.
Delko: *frowns*
Speed: What do you want me to say? We had sex on the beach?
Delko: *blank stare*
Katie: *blank stare*
Speed: Because we...DIDN'T.
Delko: Sure you didn't. *leaves*
Speed: *turns around*
Katie: *frowns*
Speed: What? How else was I supposed to get rid of him?
Katie: You could have said something else Tim. *walks into bedroom*
Speed: *mumbles* Yeah I could have but I didn't. *walks into bedroom*
Katie: *grabs jeans* I had a nice time last night.
Speed: Me too.
Katie: You're not planning on..Dying are you?
Speed: *opens closet* Well all gotta go sometime.
Katie: No I meant soon.
Speed: Why would I be dying soon?
Katie: You said you'd die for me.
Speed: I'd also kill for you too.
Katie: Really...You'd commit murder for me?
Speed: In a heartbeat.
Katie: Oh cool, so if I want someone killed, you'll do my dirty work for me.
Speed: I'm not a hitman I'm your husband.
Katie: *sigh*
Speed: What?
Katie: I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention.
Speed: *buttons up dress shirt* Funny.
Katie: *looks down* Hey Tim? What are these?
Speed: *walks over* Those are...*points* Handcuffs.
Katie: Yeah I know they're handcuffs. Why are they in here?
Speed: I..Can explain THAT.
Katie: Really, I'd love to hear an explanation.
Speed: *grabs handcuffs* I'm a cop.
Katie: Yeah I see that.
Speed: So they belong with the whole...Outfit.
Katie: You don't wear the 'outfit' in here.
Speed: Yes I do.
Katie: No you don't. *grabs handcuffs*
Speed: There is a very logical explanation for those.
Katie: Huh...Like what?
Speed: Well you see the gun lying on the nightstand? The cuffs were beside it.
Katie: *looks down* ...No the cuffs were not on the nightstand.
Speed: Maybe they fell.
Katie: *walks closer* Then why do you sound so guilty?
Speed: *backs up* Because you're interrogating me and you're scary when you play cop.
Katie: *walks closer* Oh really? Did you want to play cop?
Speed: *backs up* Um...Not really.
Katie: *walks closer* Did you want to cuff me?
Speed: *clears throat*...No.
Katie: You don't want to place me under arrest?
Speed: *backs up into wall* ...N-no..
Katie: Are you sure? Officer?
Speed: *blinks*
Katie: If your cheeks get any redder, its going to look like you're about to pass out. *walks out*
Speed: ....*sigh* Wow.
TBC........
Start It All Up
[Next morning, Hummerhome]
Katie: *walks in* Are they still asleep?
Speed: *looks at watch* It's only 9.
Katie: Yeah but usually Horatio's up.
Speed: Well I have sand in my shoes so I'm going to get changed.
Katie: I'm going to get out of this skirt and into some jeans.
Delko: *stands in hall doorway* And where do you think you two are going?
Speed: Our...Room.
Delko: Why?
Speed: To change clothes. Most people do that when they want to get dressed.
Delko: Where were you all night? I've been up worried sick.
Speed: The beach.
Delko: Why?
Speed: I like sand.
Delko: Have you ever tried shoving sand down your pants? It's like a million bugs crawling down your butt crack.
Speed: Good to know. Move.
Delko: Weren't you wearing a suit when you left?
Speed: It was a layered coat, not a suit.
Delko: Well now you're wearing a dress shirt.
Speed: Yeah I had one on underneath.
Delko: You missed a button.
Speed: *squints* Is there a point to this interrogation?
Delko: I was just making observations.
Speed: Well make observations somewhere else.
Delko: I can't. I just happened to be standing here.
Speed: Okay what do you want?
Delko: You didn't even bring me back a doggie bag.
Speed: They don't make doggie bags there.
Delko: You didn't even ask.
Speed: I didn't have to.
Delko: Why were you on the beach?
Speed: Like I said, I like sand.
Delko: *frowns*
Speed: What do you want me to say? We had sex on the beach?
Delko: *blank stare*
Katie: *blank stare*
Speed: Because we...DIDN'T.
Delko: Sure you didn't. *leaves*
Speed: *turns around*
Katie: *frowns*
Speed: What? How else was I supposed to get rid of him?
Katie: You could have said something else Tim. *walks into bedroom*
Speed: *mumbles* Yeah I could have but I didn't. *walks into bedroom*
Katie: *grabs jeans* I had a nice time last night.
Speed: Me too.
Katie: You're not planning on..Dying are you?
Speed: *opens closet* Well all gotta go sometime.
Katie: No I meant soon.
Speed: Why would I be dying soon?
Katie: You said you'd die for me.
Speed: I'd also kill for you too.
Katie: Really...You'd commit murder for me?
Speed: In a heartbeat.
Katie: Oh cool, so if I want someone killed, you'll do my dirty work for me.
Speed: I'm not a hitman I'm your husband.
Katie: *sigh*
Speed: What?
Katie: I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention.
Speed: *buttons up dress shirt* Funny.
Katie: *looks down* Hey Tim? What are these?
Speed: *walks over* Those are...*points* Handcuffs.
Katie: Yeah I know they're handcuffs. Why are they in here?
Speed: I..Can explain THAT.
Katie: Really, I'd love to hear an explanation.
Speed: *grabs handcuffs* I'm a cop.
Katie: Yeah I see that.
Speed: So they belong with the whole...Outfit.
Katie: You don't wear the 'outfit' in here.
Speed: Yes I do.
Katie: No you don't. *grabs handcuffs*
Speed: There is a very logical explanation for those.
Katie: Huh...Like what?
Speed: Well you see the gun lying on the nightstand? The cuffs were beside it.
Katie: *looks down* ...No the cuffs were not on the nightstand.
Speed: Maybe they fell.
Katie: *walks closer* Then why do you sound so guilty?
Speed: *backs up* Because you're interrogating me and you're scary when you play cop.
Katie: *walks closer* Oh really? Did you want to play cop?
Speed: *backs up* Um...Not really.
Katie: *walks closer* Did you want to cuff me?
Speed: *clears throat*...No.
Katie: You don't want to place me under arrest?
Speed: *backs up into wall* ...N-no..
Katie: Are you sure? Officer?
Speed: *blinks*
Katie: If your cheeks get any redder, its going to look like you're about to pass out. *walks out*
Speed: ....*sigh* Wow.
TBC........