Oh man I just caught myself watching season 4. *shivers* What has this world come to?
And yeah Horatio's glares and poses do annoy, but for some reason it's cheezy so I love it. :lol:
Georgia Peaches
[Outside]
Delko: *looks up at house*
Speed: *glares*
Horatio: *takes off shades* Well gentlemen, let's say hello.
Delko: Where's Calleigh?
Horatio: She chose not to participate.
Speed: Bummer.
Horatio: Come on, let's go.
[Inside house]
Horatio: Okay guys, just hang back a little.
Delko: But there are so many strange people here.
Woman: *looks up* Excuse me sir? Can I help you?
Horatio: I'm Lieutenant Caine.
Woman: ....That's nice but what are you doing in my crime scene?
Horatio: We're from Miami CSI. We wanted to observe this investigation.
Woman: Why?
Horatio: Why not?
Woman: *stands up* I'm Rachel Speedman.
Speed: *squints*
Rachel: And you are?
Horatio: I'm Horatio Caine.
Rachel: And you're the head of the crime unit in Miami?
Horatio: That's right.
Rachel: So what are you doing in Georgia?
Horatio: Observing this investigation.
Rachel: Did anyone authorize this?
Horatio: I was hoping
you would authorize it.
Rachel: Well as long as you keep your hands off of everything, you can observe away.
Horatio: Excellent. Thank you miss Speedman.
Rachel: Well most people just call me Speed.
Speed: *frowns*
Delko: *smirking*
Speed: *elbows Delko*
Delko: Ow.
Horatio: Well then, let me introduce you to my team. This is Eric Delko, he's our Underwater Recovery specialist, and this is Tim Speedle, he's our Trace Analyst.
Rachel: Good to meet you.
Delko: You too.
Speed: *frowning*
Rachel: ...Does he speak?
Horatio: It takes him a while to warm up to people.
Rachel: Well in any case, glove up and step in here.
Horatio: Great. *walks in other room*
Delko: This is killing you isn't it?
Speed: Shut up.
[Crime scene]
Horatio: Well, this looks pretty cut and dry. Gunshot wound to the head.
Rachel: You'd be surprised.
Delko: Do you have any suspects?
Rachel: Just one. This guy's girlfriend called it in.
Horatio: Where is she now?
Rachel: Patrol transported her back to the station to give a statement.
Horatio: Interesting.
Man: Hey who's this?
Rachel: That's Lieutenant Caine and his team. They're from Miami. Guys, this is Scott Brown. He's our ME.
Horatio: Pleasure to meet you.
Scott: Likewise. So I'll get this guy out of here in no time for you Speed. *walks away*
Speed: *crosses arms*
Delko: This case is probably going to get confusing.
Horatio: I'd like to check out the rest of the house if that's alright with you.
Rachel: Go ahead Lieutenant.
Horatio: Thank you.
Delko: Hey H, I'll come with you. *leaves*
Rachel: *looks up* What about you?
Speed: *frowns*
Rachel: Are you a mute or something?
Speed: Let's get one thing straight. My boss wanted to observe this investigation. I don't want any part in it, so you do whatever you were doing,
Speed.
Rachel: Suit yourself. *opens kit*
Speed: *glaring*
Scott: *walks in* So how did you want to do this?
Rachel: I want to preserve any evidence on his hands, so bag those and then you can wheel him out.
Scott: Great. *signals to paramedics*
Rachel: Hey I got something, hold on.
Scott: What is it?
Rachel: Some kind of trace on his hands.
Scott: It looks sticky.
Rachel: Yeah.
Speed: It looks like glucose.
Rachel: *looks up* Good observation. You mind passing me a swab?
Speed: It looks like you've got everything under control.
Rachel: *frowns* Fine. Don't help, it's your choice.
Horatio: *walks in* It's a large place. This guy probably had a lot of money.
Delko: Yeah the toilet is pristine. Man, in my house it would never look li...Nevermind.
Rachel: I found some trace on the vic's hand. It looks like some sort of sugar but we'll know more when we run it through some tests. Care to join me back at the lab?
Horatio: I thought you'd never ask.
Rachel: I'll get some Yukons out here to pick you up.
Horatio: Yukon? ..You don't have anything a little...Bigger?
Rachel: Like what?
Horatio: Well at our lab we use Hummers.
Rachel: *laughs* Yeah right I don't think the entire
state has that kind of budjet.
Horatio: Yukons will do nicely.
Rachel: I'll make the phone calls. *walks away*
Horatio: *turns around* So? How are we doing so far?
Delko: This is fun.
Speed: I want to go back to Miami.
Horatio: Oh come on, this is an opportunity to learn how other state's process scenes.
Delko: He's only mad because the senior CSI has his name.
Horatio: Oh grow up. I'm sure there are a lot of people with that nickname.
Speed: I had it first.
Horatio: You did not.
Speed: Fine, but I still don't like her.
Horatio: You don't have to like her.
Speed: Good.
Horatio: Good.
Delko: ..Good?
[Georgia Lab]
Rachel: We have the fourth biggest lab in the country.
Speed: Pfft.
Rachel: *turns around* Did you want to add something?
Speed: I'm catching a cold.
Rachel: Sure you are. *walks* We have state of the art technology, and fully funded lab equipment to optomize performance.
Horatio: It's very impressive.
Delko: Yeah and it's so...White.
Rachel: We tend to find that being in a bright room as opposed to a dark room, allows people to see better. We don't need flashlights in here.
Horatio: I can see that.
Speed: And yet we don't really care.
Horatio: *sigh* Speed, mind your manners.
Rachel: *turns around* His name is Speed? Well that explains everything.
Speed: Explains what?
Rachel: Why you hate me.
Speed: Oh there are many different reasons why I dislike you. Your nickname being Speed, happens to be one reason.
Rachel: Would you like to see our Trace Lab?
Speed: *frowns*
Horatio: We'd love to.
[Trace lab]
Speed: *stops walking* ...Whoa.
Rachel: It's the largest part of the lab.
Horatio: It's beautiful.
Delko: This is bigger than my house.
Speed: Size isn't everything.
Rachel: If you'd like, you can process the trace recovered from the crime scene.
Speed: Me?
Rachel: Unless you'd rather watch someone else do it.
Horatio: He'd love to.
Speed: No he wouldn't.
Horatio: You'll have fun.
Speed: No I won't.
Horatio: Yes. You will.
Speed: *sigh* Fine.
Rachel: This way please.
Horatio: Eric and I are going down to autopsy.
Rachel: I'll meet you down there.
Horatio: Good. *leaves*
Rachel: Now, you'll need this lab coat.
Speed: Yeah I know. We have those in Miami too.
Rachel: Do they have Prozac in Miami?
Speed: *grabs lab coat* Funny.
Rachel: Do you think you can find everything?
Speed: I'll manage.
Rachel: How long have you been doing this?
Speed: Look, I didn't come here to socialize with you. I'm sure you're a stand up person but I really could care less. So could you just let me do my job?
Rachel: *tilts head* Alright.
Speed: *grabs pipette*
Rachel: *crosses arms*
Speed: What are you doing?
Rachel: I'm watching you work.
Speed: Why?
Rachel: I want to see what crawled up your butt and died.
Speed: I'm laughing a river inside.
Rachel: You're married.
Speed: Your observation skills are stellar.
Rachel: Wow..I'm glad I'm not her.
Speed: Didn't you have to get down to autopsy?
Rachel: Well see, that's the great thing about being in charge. I set my own schedule.
Speed: Good for you. I hope you're proud of your little schedule.
Rachel: *cell phone rings* Well, my people await. I'll check back in later. *leaves*
Speed: *rolls eyes*
[Autopsy]
Rachel: Sorry I'm late.
Horatio: *smirks* So how do you like Speed?
Rachel: Oh he's just a bag full of charm.
Horatio: You'll get used to him. Once you get to know him, he's not so bad.
Delko: Yeah sometimes he's actually pleasant.
Scott: *lifts sheet* Well, here we are ladies and gentlemen. Our victim. Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head, time of death was 1 pm.
Horatio: When did the girlfriend call it in?
Rachel: 1:22 pm.
Horatio: Any idea of where she was prior to the shooting?
Rachel: Apparently she was grocery shopping. We didn't find any bags in her car.
Delko: Maybe she put them away.
Rachel: I'll check the driveway. I want to know if she even left the house today. Care to join me Horatio?
Horatio: Actually, take Speed.
Rachel: Why?
Horatio: You two seem to be getting along great.
Rachel: I'll grab him. *leaves*
Delko: *smirks*
Horatio: *smiles* Good luck to her.
[Crime scene, driveway]
Speed: Why am I here?
Rachel: You're going to help me.
Speed: I came here to observe, not process a crime scene.
Rachel: You will be observing. And you'll be observing hands on.
Speed: That's a complete contradiction.
Rachel: So what can you tell me about this car?
Speed: It's small.
Rachel: What else?
Speed: It's new.
Rachel: Weather reports said it rained this morning.
Speed: So?
Rachel: The ground is wet, but underneath the vehicle it's bone dry.
Speed: So the girlfriend lied. She was home all morning.
Rachel: Ballistics confirmed the gun beloned to the victim.
Speed: So the girlfriend just...Kills him for no reason.
Rachel: Well she told PD that her boyfriend had been cheating on her.
Speed: So she shot him? Come on.
Rachel: It's still a motive.
Speed: Maybe the girlfriend was too demanding or annoying.
Rachel: That doesn't explain his voyage between other people's sheets.
Speed: Maybe she irritated him.
Rachel: What, like I'm irritating you now?
Speed: *sigh* The point is, she killed him.
Rachel: Excatly. *opens car door*
Speed: What do you have?
Rachel: So you're curious now?
Speed: Just tell me.
Rachel: No bags, no food, not even a receipt.
Speed: Good for her.
Rachel: ...There's a car seat in here.
Speed: So?
Rachel: She never said she had a child.
Speed: Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she knows people with kids.
Rachel: Possibly. Pass me the luminol.
Speed: Why?
Rachel: Are you always like this on a case?
Speed: *passes over luminol*
Rachel: *sprays luminol* Blood.
Speed: In the child seat.
Rachel: *stands up straight* Mhm.
Speed: Well that's perfect. I guess we have to find that kid now.
Rachel: We?
Speed: *shrugs* Whatever you want.
Rachel: So you want in on this case?
Speed: It involves a child, so yes I do.
Rachel: You have any kids?
Speed: No.
Rachel: I see. Well then, let's get back to the lab.
Speed: Wait, you're not going to ask me why?
Rachel: It's none of my business.
Speed: ...Fair enough.
Rachel: Now come on before the traffic gets bad. I hate slow drivers. I just want to run them over. *gets in Yukon*
Speed: Lovely.
Rachel: I'm hungry. You want some lunch?
Speed: No.
Rachel: I'll let you drink a beer in the truck. *smiles*
Speed: *frowns* Watch the road.
Rachel: Okay then, so you're not big on lunch.
TBC...........
