:lol:
Carly, I'm sorry about your dog wanting to get out. But you're right. THE CRAZIES AREN'T CRAZY! *jumps around spastically* ...Okay we're all very very sad people in here.
And aww YAY babies. That's always fun. Teehee. *looks around* Why was I just thinking about Titanic? ...Okay I'm a little weird.
Living Life Where I Stand
[Miami Lab]
Horatio: Hey Speed I need to t...What happened?
Speed: Don't ask.
Horatio: Did Katie dress you?
Speed: What part of 'dont ask' do you not understand?
Horatio: You look...Good.
Speed: What did you need to see me for?
Horatio: You were right about the chocolate boxes yesterday.
Speed: How so?
Horatio: There was traces of silver salt crystals.
Speed: Camera film.
Horatio: We need to find out who was sending film to the lab.
Speed: It was being sent to Boa Vista. Did you ask her?
Horatio: Yes but she doesn't know who's sending the film. Her orders are to take pictures of the lab and evidence, and then send it back.
Speed: And you're not...Firing her?
Horatio: We need her money.
Speed: How surprising.
Horatio: Calleigh's running the prints on the chocolate box now.
Speed: I'll go help her.
Horatio: Good. Where's Katie?
Speed: Wh-why why? Why do you need to talk to her?
Horatio: Because...She works for me.
Speed: I don't know where she went.
Horatio: Okay. Head over to Calleigh.
[Fingerprint Lab]
Calleigh: Hey.
Speed: *sits* Hey.
Calleigh: ...What happened to you?
Speed: *sigh* Katie.
Calleigh: White dress shirt? That's not like you.
Speed: I didn't even know I owned white.
[Computer beeps]
Calleigh: Oh a hit. That was fast.
Speed: Pull it up.
Calleigh: *clicks mouse* ...Alice Pearce?
Speed: Why are her prints in the system?
Calleigh: B&E back in 2004. The better question would be, why are her prints on those boxes?
Speed: I'll get PD to bring her in for questioning.
Calleigh: Maybe she has more connections to Ryan Wolfe than we knew.
Speed: Why?
Calleigh: I went with Horatio to the prison and in his visitor logs, someone named Alice Haynes signed into the book seven times.
Speed: She gave an alias.
Calleigh: I guess she's not much of a victim.
Speed: Oh she'll be very much a victim when I get done with her. *leaves*
Calleigh: ...Wow wouldn't want to get HIM angry.
[Interview room, PD]
Alice: Why am I here?
Speed: *throws folder on table* That's why you're here.
Alice: It's a box of chocolates. The last time I looked, I wasn't Forrest Gump.
Speed: Your prints were on that box and inside was film.
Alice: So?
Speed: You're not leaving until I get an explanation young lady.
Alice: *sigh* I've been sending those in for the past ten months.
Speed: Right after you were 'kidnapped'.
Alice: What do you m-
Speed: You were visiting Ryan Wolfe in prison. You knew him and he didn't kidnap you. How did you get him out of jail?
Alice: Those guards wouldn't know an inmate if they were fluorescent. I brought him some clothes and we walked out together. We fell in love.
Speed: Yeah sure you did. I want to know where he is.
Alice: I don't know where he is.
Speed: You know exactly where he is.
Alice: No I don't.
Speed: Tell me where he is!
Alice: Or what? You'll send me to my room without supper?
Speed: You are in deep trouble right now. Tell me his location and maybe you won't go to jail.
Alice: I'm not telling you anything.
Speed: *sits beside Alice* This guy is dangerous and he could have killed you. Is he worth all of this?
Alice: We were talking about marriage.
Speed: You're seventeen. You are nowhere near ready for marriage, especially to him.
Alice: *rolls eyes*
Speed: Why was Tom there?
Alice: I've always hated the guy so Ryan took him out for me. Although the drugs Ryan gave me were pretty awesome.
Speed: Where is he?
Alice: Like I said, I'm not telling you.
Speed: TELL ME WHERE HE IS! NOW!
Alice: I DON'T KNOW!
Speed: YES YOU DO!
[People look up from stations]
Alice: *starts crying* I DON'T KNOW!
Speed: He could have killed you.
Alice: I know.
Speed: Did he tell you anything about his plan?
Alice: He just told me to send in the chocolates.
Speed: I'm going to need you to write down anything he told you.
Alice: Okay.
Speed: *places down pen and paper* Get to it.
Alice: You know, my mom never orders me around. She lets me do whatever I want.
Speed: Well that's going to change now isn't it? Get writing. *leaves*
Horatio: *takes off shades* Speed.
Speed: Yeah H.
Horatio: Yelling at a seventeen year old girl?
Speed: She's out of control.
Horatio: I understand that but we're not her parents. We're objective civil servants. Next time you will treat suspects the same way you'd treat me.
Speed: You got it.
Horatio: Thank you.
Speed: *leaves*
Horatio: *puts on shades*
TBC.......