CSI:Miami Road Trip- We've Travelled a Long Way
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Well I think it's time for an update, since we've reached the 900 post mark, making this update the 901th post. 
Three Dimensions
[House 7 am]
Mom: *sets plates on tables* I hope you're all hungry! *squeals*
Speed: ...Did you just squeal?
Mom: I haven't made pancakes in YEARS! Okay we have twenty different kinds of syrup. Who wants to try it?
Delko: *raises hand* I'll try it all.
Katie: Hey Eric, what happened last night after you got chased outside.
Delko: I hid in a tree until 4 am, and then when Speed's brother left for work I came down.
Speed: Is that why there are twigs in your hair?
Delko: *frowns, chews*
Mom: How did y'all sleep last night?
Anni: Really well.
Carly: Excellent..ly. I'm not sure that's a word but who cares.
Calleigh: MMmmmm banana pancakes. *eats*
Katie: Hey I didn't know your mom is southern.
Speed: *frowns* Eat your food.
Katie: So THAT'S why you sound southern when you're drunk.
Speed: Why are you the only one not stuffing your face?
Katie: Fine, I'm eating.
Mom: Now Timmy be nice to your wife.
Katie: Yeah Timmy.
Speed: *sigh* Do you know where dad went?
Mom: He said something about having a meeting this morning on 5th avenue. There's supposed to be a lot of cops there. Even the chief of police. Isn't that exciting?
Speed: *looks at Horatio*
Horatio: *puts down fork* Did he say what the meeting was about?
Mom: He left before I could ask. Why is there something wrong?
Horatio: No, not at all.
Mom: Oh good. I'll go get the orange juice.
Katie: Does someone want to tell us what's going on?
Speed: When you put mob guys and cops in the same place, it doesn't work out so well for the cops.
Katie: Oh cool, so it's like an assassination to send a message.
Speed: It's not 'cool'.
Horatio: Wait a second, turn up the tv.
Anni: *turns up tv*
Horatio: ...Uh oh.
Speed: Well we sure predicted that one.
Horatio: *stands up*
Speed: *stands*
Mom: Where are you two going?
Speed: We gotta go.
Horatio: Great breakfast, thank you.
Delko: Come on Cal.
Calleigh: I'm going.
[CSIs leave]
Katie: ....How come we never get the political cases?
JC: In time honey.
[5th avenue restaurant]
Horatio: Okay guys, stay here for a minute.
Speed: I'm coming with you.
Horatio: Okay but the rest of you stay put.
Calleigh: No problem.
Delko: OH HOT DOGS! *runs off*
Horatio: *walks under crime scene tape*
Speed: It's a massacre.
Horatio: Truer words were never spoken.
Voice: Horatio Caine.
Horatio: *smiles* Hmm Mac Taylor.
Mac: Long time no see. What are you doing in New York?
Horatio: We're just visiting.
Mac: Everytime you visit something like this happens.
Horatio: Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Mac: Who's this?
Horatio: Tim Speedle. He's one of my CSIs.
Mac: Speedle? As in Gregory Speedle, the mob boss?
Horatio: Now you know why we're here.
Mac: What does this have to do with Florida?
Horatio: The drug cartels from New York are *takes off shades* ...Making their way to Florida, can you tell me who this is?
Mac: Cheif of police. Witnesses say he took the first bullet.
Horatio: Well we know how reliable witnesses can be.
Mac: Exactly. Which is why I want to get this crime scene processed quickly before mob wars start.
Horatio: Don't you love politics?
Mac: Compared to this, I love IAB more.
Horatio: *smiles*
Speed: I'll grab Calleigh and Eric. *leaves*
Horatio: Thank you Speed.
Danny: Hey Mac, IAB's hangin' around and they're not happy.
Mac: When are they ever happy?
Danny: Yeah no kiddin'.
Mac: You remember Lieutenant Caine.
Danny: Yeah sure. Welcome back.
Horatio: Thank you.
Danny: I see you brough more man power.
Horatio: Whatever helps.
Speed: *walks up* Calleigh's going to have a field day with this.
Danny: Calleigh?
Speed: She's our ballistics expert.
Danny: Oh hey I spoke to you on the phone right?
Speed: Yeah.
Danny: Well it's good to meet you in person.
Speed: Likewise.
Horatio: Alright Speed grab everyone and we'll gear up.
Speed: Sure.
Mac: We're going to have to stop meeting like this.
Horatio: Miami's going to have to stop being the sixth borrough for that to happen.
Mac: Don't I know it. I'm going to see if Flack can give us a headstart on our victims. I want to know who they are and why they were here.
Horatio: Well I can tell you right know who isn't here. Our mob boss.
Mac: So he probably ordered the hit. The question is what message is he sending?
Horatio: Why don't we find him and ask him? *walks away*
Lindsay: Hey Mac I heard about the scene. I figured you could use some extra eyes.
Mac: I appreciate it.
Lindsay: Danny said something about Miami CSIs being here?
Mac: They're helping out on this one.
Lindsay: What do you need me to do?
Mac: You're going to work with Miami's ballistic expert and find out which shots happened when, and which victims were hit first.
Lindsay: I'm on it. *walks away*
[Near a table]
Danny: So Mister Trace expert, What do you gotta say about that?
Speed: *looks down* Looks like glue.
Danny: Stuck to the table in a restaurant?
Speed: Maybe one of our mob guys left it behind.
Danny: Passive transfer.
Speed: It could lead us to a location.
Danny: I'll collect it.
Speed: Well you are the Trace guy right?
Danny: I like to think I know a little bit about everything, but yeah I happen to have a specialty in Trace evidence.
[Across the room]
Calleigh: *pulls bullet out of wall* .38 caliber.
Lindsay: Bullets must have been flying around here. There's some in the walls, tables, floors, celing...Talk about a trigger finger.
Calleigh: Well when the shooting starts, everyone wants a piece.
Lindsay: How about this piece? *holds up gun*
Calleigh: .22 automatic. *smiles* Nice find.
Lindsay: *smiles*
[Middle of restaurant]
Horatio: What's our body count Eric?
Delko: 15 so far.
Horatio: So far?
Flack: *looks down at notes* Witnesses saw two guys running out the back through the kitchen. One of them looked like he was bleeding.
Horatio: That would account for the blood drops leading out through the kitchen.
Flack: I'll send a few uniforms out to canvas the area. *leaves*
Delko: Well this is a lot of dead cops.
Horatio: It's New York. The city never stays quiet for very long.
TBC.........
Three Dimensions
[House 7 am]
Mom: *sets plates on tables* I hope you're all hungry! *squeals*
Speed: ...Did you just squeal?
Mom: I haven't made pancakes in YEARS! Okay we have twenty different kinds of syrup. Who wants to try it?
Delko: *raises hand* I'll try it all.
Katie: Hey Eric, what happened last night after you got chased outside.
Delko: I hid in a tree until 4 am, and then when Speed's brother left for work I came down.
Speed: Is that why there are twigs in your hair?
Delko: *frowns, chews*
Mom: How did y'all sleep last night?
Anni: Really well.
Carly: Excellent..ly. I'm not sure that's a word but who cares.
Calleigh: MMmmmm banana pancakes. *eats*
Katie: Hey I didn't know your mom is southern.
Speed: *frowns* Eat your food.
Katie: So THAT'S why you sound southern when you're drunk.
Speed: Why are you the only one not stuffing your face?
Katie: Fine, I'm eating.
Mom: Now Timmy be nice to your wife.
Katie: Yeah Timmy.
Speed: *sigh* Do you know where dad went?
Mom: He said something about having a meeting this morning on 5th avenue. There's supposed to be a lot of cops there. Even the chief of police. Isn't that exciting?
Speed: *looks at Horatio*
Horatio: *puts down fork* Did he say what the meeting was about?
Mom: He left before I could ask. Why is there something wrong?
Horatio: No, not at all.
Mom: Oh good. I'll go get the orange juice.
Katie: Does someone want to tell us what's going on?
Speed: When you put mob guys and cops in the same place, it doesn't work out so well for the cops.
Katie: Oh cool, so it's like an assassination to send a message.
Speed: It's not 'cool'.
Horatio: Wait a second, turn up the tv.
Anni: *turns up tv*
Horatio: ...Uh oh.
Speed: Well we sure predicted that one.
Horatio: *stands up*
Speed: *stands*
Mom: Where are you two going?
Speed: We gotta go.
Horatio: Great breakfast, thank you.
Delko: Come on Cal.
Calleigh: I'm going.
[CSIs leave]
Katie: ....How come we never get the political cases?
JC: In time honey.
[5th avenue restaurant]
Horatio: Okay guys, stay here for a minute.
Speed: I'm coming with you.
Horatio: Okay but the rest of you stay put.
Calleigh: No problem.
Delko: OH HOT DOGS! *runs off*
Horatio: *walks under crime scene tape*
Speed: It's a massacre.
Horatio: Truer words were never spoken.
Voice: Horatio Caine.
Horatio: *smiles* Hmm Mac Taylor.
Mac: Long time no see. What are you doing in New York?
Horatio: We're just visiting.
Mac: Everytime you visit something like this happens.
Horatio: Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Mac: Who's this?
Horatio: Tim Speedle. He's one of my CSIs.
Mac: Speedle? As in Gregory Speedle, the mob boss?
Horatio: Now you know why we're here.
Mac: What does this have to do with Florida?
Horatio: The drug cartels from New York are *takes off shades* ...Making their way to Florida, can you tell me who this is?
Mac: Cheif of police. Witnesses say he took the first bullet.
Horatio: Well we know how reliable witnesses can be.
Mac: Exactly. Which is why I want to get this crime scene processed quickly before mob wars start.
Horatio: Don't you love politics?
Mac: Compared to this, I love IAB more.
Horatio: *smiles*
Speed: I'll grab Calleigh and Eric. *leaves*
Horatio: Thank you Speed.
Danny: Hey Mac, IAB's hangin' around and they're not happy.
Mac: When are they ever happy?
Danny: Yeah no kiddin'.
Mac: You remember Lieutenant Caine.
Danny: Yeah sure. Welcome back.
Horatio: Thank you.
Danny: I see you brough more man power.
Horatio: Whatever helps.
Speed: *walks up* Calleigh's going to have a field day with this.
Danny: Calleigh?
Speed: She's our ballistics expert.
Danny: Oh hey I spoke to you on the phone right?
Speed: Yeah.
Danny: Well it's good to meet you in person.
Speed: Likewise.
Horatio: Alright Speed grab everyone and we'll gear up.
Speed: Sure.
Mac: We're going to have to stop meeting like this.
Horatio: Miami's going to have to stop being the sixth borrough for that to happen.
Mac: Don't I know it. I'm going to see if Flack can give us a headstart on our victims. I want to know who they are and why they were here.
Horatio: Well I can tell you right know who isn't here. Our mob boss.
Mac: So he probably ordered the hit. The question is what message is he sending?
Horatio: Why don't we find him and ask him? *walks away*
Lindsay: Hey Mac I heard about the scene. I figured you could use some extra eyes.
Mac: I appreciate it.
Lindsay: Danny said something about Miami CSIs being here?
Mac: They're helping out on this one.
Lindsay: What do you need me to do?
Mac: You're going to work with Miami's ballistic expert and find out which shots happened when, and which victims were hit first.
Lindsay: I'm on it. *walks away*
[Near a table]
Danny: So Mister Trace expert, What do you gotta say about that?
Speed: *looks down* Looks like glue.
Danny: Stuck to the table in a restaurant?
Speed: Maybe one of our mob guys left it behind.
Danny: Passive transfer.
Speed: It could lead us to a location.
Danny: I'll collect it.
Speed: Well you are the Trace guy right?
Danny: I like to think I know a little bit about everything, but yeah I happen to have a specialty in Trace evidence.
[Across the room]
Calleigh: *pulls bullet out of wall* .38 caliber.
Lindsay: Bullets must have been flying around here. There's some in the walls, tables, floors, celing...Talk about a trigger finger.
Calleigh: Well when the shooting starts, everyone wants a piece.
Lindsay: How about this piece? *holds up gun*
Calleigh: .22 automatic. *smiles* Nice find.
Lindsay: *smiles*
[Middle of restaurant]
Horatio: What's our body count Eric?
Delko: 15 so far.
Horatio: So far?
Flack: *looks down at notes* Witnesses saw two guys running out the back through the kitchen. One of them looked like he was bleeding.
Horatio: That would account for the blood drops leading out through the kitchen.
Flack: I'll send a few uniforms out to canvas the area. *leaves*
Delko: Well this is a lot of dead cops.
Horatio: It's New York. The city never stays quiet for very long.
TBC.........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Ohhh Gregory Speedle mob boss. Interesting. And Danny and Speed...to hot trace experts in one room together. Well that can't be good. And I feel so sorry for Tim's mom. Poor thing. She's all happy and cherry adn she made pancakes and has 20 different kinds of Syrup and her husbands a big fat jerk. *sighs* Marriages these days. lol. Update soon please.
CSI_Trainee
CSI Level One
great update geni and I am sorry i got little hissy, and that i went off topic too. Truce? anyway can't wait for your next update lol.
anyway can't wait for your next update lol.
calleighspeedle
Coroner
enjoying the updates keep up the great work.
CSI_Trainee
CSI Level One
*pulls out pitchfork* *twitch twitch* needs more updates lol
*whips out a .45* Oh two can play at this game. :devil:
*tips cowboy hat* Do you feel lucky? Do you?
Everybody's Got A Drug Dealer On Speed Dial
[Crime Lab, New York]
Mac: Sorry for the mess, we're doing some re-decorating.
Horatio: You should see my lab.
Mac: Did you guys renovate?
Horatio: I didn't authorize anything. But let's just say I have a reason to wear shades indoors.
Mac: *nods*
Horatio: We're not going to autopsy first?
Mac: I wanted to check this out first.
Horatio: The trace collected from one of the tables.
Mac: Now what does that look like to you?
Horatio: *looks through microscope* It looks like...Blood.
Mac: Blood on the drop of glue.
Horatio: *lifts head* That seat was empty and we had a bleeder flee the scene.
Mac: I think the guy who ran left this.
Horatio: And now we have his DNA.
Mac: Mhm.
Speed: *walks in* Hey H.
Horatio: Hey, any news?
Speed: I was just talking to...Lindsay I think her name is, and the .22 that she found in the restaurant is registered to Louis Gravano.
Mac: You say that like it means something.
Speed: He's been aiding in smuggling drugs down to Florida for twenty years.
Mac: How would you know that?
Speed: He's been to a few christmas parties at my house.
Mac: So your dad invited him over.
Speed: Yeah well not for anything legal, that's for sure.
[Autopsy]
Sid: Okay kids, ready for the main course?
Danny: You got something or are you just going to offer us dinner?
Sid: I've got the chief of police here.
Danny: Yeah we know.
Lindsay: What Danny means to say is, did you find anything?
Sid: I find a lot of things during autopsies. It doesn't mean that it's relative to the case.
Danny: Well what did you find that's important to the case?
Sid: Pork.
Danny: ...Pork.
Sid: It was caught in his throat.
Danny: So? He was probably eating.
Sid: If he wasn't then you'd have to work even harder to find the bullet that killed him. I, however was able to find that important piece of evidence for you.
Lindsay: Where was it?
Sid: Lodged in the pork. The bullet pierced his neck, and was slowed down by the big piece of pork that our friend was trying to swallow. If you ask me, it works better if you take smaller bites. Then you don't choke on your food and end up on one of these tables anyw-
Danny: *holds up a hand* We get it. Do you have the bullet for us?
Sid: Sure. *hands over bullet*
Lindsay: It's a .22 caliber bullet.
Danny: Well this should clear up a few things. That gun you found belongs to Louis Gravano. He's a big wig mob guy that just happens to own the same caliber gun used to kill the chief here.
Lindsay: Well once I get the pork off of it, I can compare it. *smiles* Thanks Sid. *leaves*
Sid: *waves*
Danny: *frowns*
Sid: *stops waving* Um...Ahem, anyway I looked over the rest of the victims and collected the the bullets that were still inside their bodies. Five .22 caliber bullets, not including our cheif. Five 9 millimeter bullets and nine .38 caliber bullets.
Danny: Three different guns, three different shooters.
Sid: Yeah well at least one of the guys was knicked or you wouldn't have anything.
Danny: *crosses arms* Anything else?
Sid: Yeah. I found some sort of adhesive on one of the officer's hands.
Danny: Yeah we found the same stuff on one of the tables. It's glue.
Sid: Well I figured.
Danny: *lifts brow*
Sid: It's sticky and clear. Name five things other than glue that share the same qualities.
Danny: I can think of a few things.
Sid: *smiles* Really.
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey Lindsay said you were in here.
Danny: And who do we have here?
Calleigh: *smiles* Calleigh Duquesne.
Danny: *takes off glasses* Well, it is a pleasure to finally meet the best ballistics expert in the south. *shakes Calleigh's hand*
Calleigh: *grins*
Sid: *rolls eyes*
Danny: So what did you need me for?
Calleigh: My colleague Eric found prints on the kitchen door at the restaurant. I was wonderin' if you'd like to process the prints.
Danny: *smiles* I'll give it a shot. *winks*
Calleigh: *blushes*
Danny: *grabs prints* I'll see you later. *leaves*
Calleigh: *laughs*
Sid: What's funny?
Calleigh: He's....*sigh* I have to go. *leaves*
Sid: I'll never understand it.
[Ballistics]
Speed: So you've got three different kinds of bullets and one gun.
Lindsay: I compared the .22 caliber bullets to the gun I found. They're all a match.
Speed: So Louis has quite a trigger finger.
Lindsay: Yeah. Hey can you take a look at this bullet?
Speed: Sure. *looks through microscope*
Lindsay: Do you see it?
Speed: I see a bullet.
Lindsay: Look at what's on the bullet.
Speed: Looks like human tissue.
Lindsay: Nope. Grilled buffalo.
Speed: *lifts head* You can tell that by looking at it?
Lindsay: I'm a country girl.
Speed: So what's so special about buffalo meat?
Lindsay: I know where the shooters were positioned based on this evidence.
Speed: How?
Lindsay: I took a look at the crime scene photos. At one end of the kitchen, there's grilled buffalo burgers sitting on a platter tray. The bullet went through one of the burgers and landed in the back door of the kitchen.
Speed: Okay so trajectory will give us where the shooter was standing.
Lindsay: I ran a computer simulation before you got in. He was near one of the tables.
Speed: Which table?
Lindsay: *opens folder* That one.
Speed: That's the one where the glue was recovered.
Lindsay: Your bleeder had the 9 millimeter gun.
Speed: Well that narrows it down. All of the cops in there had 9 millimeter guns.
Lindsay: But the shooter was near the glue and his blood dripped in it.
Speed: *sigh* Well for now the bullet isn't revealing much so it's too soon to tell.
Lindsay: *nods*
Speed: *looks at Lindsay*
Lindsay: *looks up*
Speed: Uh...Keep up the good work. I-I have to leave. *walks away*
Lindsay: *laughs*
TBC..........
*tips cowboy hat* Do you feel lucky? Do you?
Everybody's Got A Drug Dealer On Speed Dial
[Crime Lab, New York]
Mac: Sorry for the mess, we're doing some re-decorating.
Horatio: You should see my lab.
Mac: Did you guys renovate?
Horatio: I didn't authorize anything. But let's just say I have a reason to wear shades indoors.
Mac: *nods*
Horatio: We're not going to autopsy first?
Mac: I wanted to check this out first.
Horatio: The trace collected from one of the tables.
Mac: Now what does that look like to you?
Horatio: *looks through microscope* It looks like...Blood.
Mac: Blood on the drop of glue.
Horatio: *lifts head* That seat was empty and we had a bleeder flee the scene.
Mac: I think the guy who ran left this.
Horatio: And now we have his DNA.
Mac: Mhm.
Speed: *walks in* Hey H.
Horatio: Hey, any news?
Speed: I was just talking to...Lindsay I think her name is, and the .22 that she found in the restaurant is registered to Louis Gravano.
Mac: You say that like it means something.
Speed: He's been aiding in smuggling drugs down to Florida for twenty years.
Mac: How would you know that?
Speed: He's been to a few christmas parties at my house.
Mac: So your dad invited him over.
Speed: Yeah well not for anything legal, that's for sure.
[Autopsy]
Sid: Okay kids, ready for the main course?
Danny: You got something or are you just going to offer us dinner?
Sid: I've got the chief of police here.
Danny: Yeah we know.
Lindsay: What Danny means to say is, did you find anything?
Sid: I find a lot of things during autopsies. It doesn't mean that it's relative to the case.
Danny: Well what did you find that's important to the case?
Sid: Pork.
Danny: ...Pork.
Sid: It was caught in his throat.
Danny: So? He was probably eating.
Sid: If he wasn't then you'd have to work even harder to find the bullet that killed him. I, however was able to find that important piece of evidence for you.
Lindsay: Where was it?
Sid: Lodged in the pork. The bullet pierced his neck, and was slowed down by the big piece of pork that our friend was trying to swallow. If you ask me, it works better if you take smaller bites. Then you don't choke on your food and end up on one of these tables anyw-
Danny: *holds up a hand* We get it. Do you have the bullet for us?
Sid: Sure. *hands over bullet*
Lindsay: It's a .22 caliber bullet.
Danny: Well this should clear up a few things. That gun you found belongs to Louis Gravano. He's a big wig mob guy that just happens to own the same caliber gun used to kill the chief here.
Lindsay: Well once I get the pork off of it, I can compare it. *smiles* Thanks Sid. *leaves*
Sid: *waves*
Danny: *frowns*
Sid: *stops waving* Um...Ahem, anyway I looked over the rest of the victims and collected the the bullets that were still inside their bodies. Five .22 caliber bullets, not including our cheif. Five 9 millimeter bullets and nine .38 caliber bullets.
Danny: Three different guns, three different shooters.
Sid: Yeah well at least one of the guys was knicked or you wouldn't have anything.
Danny: *crosses arms* Anything else?
Sid: Yeah. I found some sort of adhesive on one of the officer's hands.
Danny: Yeah we found the same stuff on one of the tables. It's glue.
Sid: Well I figured.
Danny: *lifts brow*
Sid: It's sticky and clear. Name five things other than glue that share the same qualities.
Danny: I can think of a few things.
Sid: *smiles* Really.
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey Lindsay said you were in here.
Danny: And who do we have here?
Calleigh: *smiles* Calleigh Duquesne.
Danny: *takes off glasses* Well, it is a pleasure to finally meet the best ballistics expert in the south. *shakes Calleigh's hand*
Calleigh: *grins*
Sid: *rolls eyes*
Danny: So what did you need me for?
Calleigh: My colleague Eric found prints on the kitchen door at the restaurant. I was wonderin' if you'd like to process the prints.
Danny: *smiles* I'll give it a shot. *winks*
Calleigh: *blushes*
Danny: *grabs prints* I'll see you later. *leaves*
Calleigh: *laughs*
Sid: What's funny?
Calleigh: He's....*sigh* I have to go. *leaves*
Sid: I'll never understand it.
[Ballistics]
Speed: So you've got three different kinds of bullets and one gun.
Lindsay: I compared the .22 caliber bullets to the gun I found. They're all a match.
Speed: So Louis has quite a trigger finger.
Lindsay: Yeah. Hey can you take a look at this bullet?
Speed: Sure. *looks through microscope*
Lindsay: Do you see it?
Speed: I see a bullet.
Lindsay: Look at what's on the bullet.
Speed: Looks like human tissue.
Lindsay: Nope. Grilled buffalo.
Speed: *lifts head* You can tell that by looking at it?
Lindsay: I'm a country girl.
Speed: So what's so special about buffalo meat?
Lindsay: I know where the shooters were positioned based on this evidence.
Speed: How?
Lindsay: I took a look at the crime scene photos. At one end of the kitchen, there's grilled buffalo burgers sitting on a platter tray. The bullet went through one of the burgers and landed in the back door of the kitchen.
Speed: Okay so trajectory will give us where the shooter was standing.
Lindsay: I ran a computer simulation before you got in. He was near one of the tables.
Speed: Which table?
Lindsay: *opens folder* That one.
Speed: That's the one where the glue was recovered.
Lindsay: Your bleeder had the 9 millimeter gun.
Speed: Well that narrows it down. All of the cops in there had 9 millimeter guns.
Lindsay: But the shooter was near the glue and his blood dripped in it.
Speed: *sigh* Well for now the bullet isn't revealing much so it's too soon to tell.
Lindsay: *nods*
Speed: *looks at Lindsay*
Lindsay: *looks up*
Speed: Uh...Keep up the good work. I-I have to leave. *walks away*
Lindsay: *laughs*
TBC..........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
*narrows eyes*
Lindsay: *nods*
Speed: *looks at Lindsay*
Lindsay: *looks up*
Speed: Uh...Keep up the good work. I-I have to leave. *walks away*
Lindsay: *laughs*
Am I going to have to get all suspicous on "miss" Lindsay now to? lol. So we have 3 different shooters. And the cops all used 9 mm's....that's going to make this a tough case. And poor Speed his father's in on it. His sister got killed and his brother's gay. I'm going to have to quote Chandler here but uh "What did I marry into?" lol. Update soon please,
Lindsay: *nods*
Speed: *looks at Lindsay*
Lindsay: *looks up*
Speed: Uh...Keep up the good work. I-I have to leave. *walks away*
Lindsay: *laughs*
Am I going to have to get all suspicous on "miss" Lindsay now to? lol. So we have 3 different shooters. And the cops all used 9 mm's....that's going to make this a tough case. And poor Speed his father's in on it. His sister got killed and his brother's gay. I'm going to have to quote Chandler here but uh "What did I marry into?" lol. Update soon please,
You suspicious? No way...*looks around*
And no kidding. You've married into a pretty odd family. I guess that's why Speed doesn't want to tell you anything.
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[Lab]
Speed: Hey Horatio we have the location of one of the shooters.
Horatio: Good.
Speed: And Danny's running the prints.
Horatio: Speed, we have a scene.
Speed: What do you mean?
Horatio: Someone called in a DB near the rail road tracks across from the restaurant.
Speed: One of the shooters didn't make it.
Horatio: Mhm. I'll met you in the autopsy room in about an hour.
Speed: You don't want me to come with you?
Horatio: I need you here. *leaves*
Speed: Okay then.
[Fingerprint lab]
Calleigh: *sits down* Do you have a match?
Danny: It takes time.
Calleigh: Well if it was one of our mobsters then he probably has a criminal record.
Danny: Yeah either that or he has a million aliases.
Calleigh: Well...Keep tryin'.
Danny: *rubs eyes* I've been at this for two hours.
Calleigh: Like you said, it takes time.
Danny: Yeah well I'm an impatient person.
Calleigh: An impatient CSI? You must really love your job.
Danny: *laughs* Yeah well I've had my fair share of close calls, you know what I mean?
Calleigh: We've all been there.
[Computer beeps]
Danny: *sits up* That's what I'm talkin' about. Come to papa.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Danny: Okay the print belongs to Greg Speedle.
Calleigh: *sigh* Well that doesn't help us.
Danny: Why not?
Calleigh: He's dead.
Danny: He was the bleeder.
Calleigh: Yeah so we're back to square one.
[Autopsy, 1 hour later]
Speed: *walks in* Hey H.
Horatio: Hey.
Sid: Alright here we go. *lifts sheet*
Speed: *blank stare*
Horatio: Are you okay to do this?
Speed: I'm fine.
Sid: Cause of death was exsanguination. The bullet passed through the left ventricle.
Horatio: It's a miracle he didn't drop where he was hit.
Sid: It looks like it was a slow leak. It probably took ten minutes for him to pass out.
Horatio: So the only ones left are Louis and our mystery shooter.
Sid: Yup. I'll uh...Leave you three alone. *leaves*
Horatio: Are you okay?
Speed: *frowns* He deserved it. *leaves*
Horatio: *sigh*
[Ballistics, 10 minutes later]
Lindsay: *looks up* You're back.
Speed: Here's the gun we found off our latest vic. Compare it.
Lindsay: Um...No please or thank you?
Speed: Please.
Lindsay: *takes gun* ....There's not much to see.
Speed: I'll wait.
Lindsay: Are you okay?
Speed: I don't know you, so I'd rather keep my feelings to myself.
Lindsay: That's fair. *looks through microscope*
Speed: *walks around table, sits*
Lindsay: Well it's a .38 caliber gun and it's a match to these bullets.
Speed: Good.
Lindsay: *looks up* Whoa! Sorry, you scared me. I didn't see you walk over.
Speed: The bullets are a match?
Lindsay: Yeah.
Speed: Thank you.
Lindsay: *smiles*
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey did you collect those casings?
Lindsay: *looks up* What? Oh...Yeah they're in the pile.
Calleigh: Great.....Tim?
Speed: *staring at Lindsay* Yeah.
Calleigh: Um...Up here.
Speed: *looks up* What? What do you want?
Calleigh: Uh...Nothing. I just...I heard about what happened. I'm sorry.
Speed: It's fine.
Calleigh: Alright, well, I'll be on my way then. *leaves*
Lindsay: Um...I'm sorry about your dad.
Speed: Don't be.
Lindsay: Still...If there's anything I can do...
Speed: If you want to help, finish processing these bullets.
Lindsay: Okay.
Speed: Thanks. *leaves*
Lindsay: ...No problem.
TBC...........
And no kidding. You've married into a pretty odd family. I guess that's why Speed doesn't want to tell you anything.
Next Contestant
[Lab]
Speed: Hey Horatio we have the location of one of the shooters.
Horatio: Good.
Speed: And Danny's running the prints.
Horatio: Speed, we have a scene.
Speed: What do you mean?
Horatio: Someone called in a DB near the rail road tracks across from the restaurant.
Speed: One of the shooters didn't make it.
Horatio: Mhm. I'll met you in the autopsy room in about an hour.
Speed: You don't want me to come with you?
Horatio: I need you here. *leaves*
Speed: Okay then.
[Fingerprint lab]
Calleigh: *sits down* Do you have a match?
Danny: It takes time.
Calleigh: Well if it was one of our mobsters then he probably has a criminal record.
Danny: Yeah either that or he has a million aliases.
Calleigh: Well...Keep tryin'.
Danny: *rubs eyes* I've been at this for two hours.
Calleigh: Like you said, it takes time.
Danny: Yeah well I'm an impatient person.
Calleigh: An impatient CSI? You must really love your job.
Danny: *laughs* Yeah well I've had my fair share of close calls, you know what I mean?
Calleigh: We've all been there.
[Computer beeps]
Danny: *sits up* That's what I'm talkin' about. Come to papa.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Danny: Okay the print belongs to Greg Speedle.
Calleigh: *sigh* Well that doesn't help us.
Danny: Why not?
Calleigh: He's dead.
Danny: He was the bleeder.
Calleigh: Yeah so we're back to square one.
[Autopsy, 1 hour later]
Speed: *walks in* Hey H.
Horatio: Hey.
Sid: Alright here we go. *lifts sheet*
Speed: *blank stare*
Horatio: Are you okay to do this?
Speed: I'm fine.
Sid: Cause of death was exsanguination. The bullet passed through the left ventricle.
Horatio: It's a miracle he didn't drop where he was hit.
Sid: It looks like it was a slow leak. It probably took ten minutes for him to pass out.
Horatio: So the only ones left are Louis and our mystery shooter.
Sid: Yup. I'll uh...Leave you three alone. *leaves*
Horatio: Are you okay?
Speed: *frowns* He deserved it. *leaves*
Horatio: *sigh*
[Ballistics, 10 minutes later]
Lindsay: *looks up* You're back.
Speed: Here's the gun we found off our latest vic. Compare it.
Lindsay: Um...No please or thank you?
Speed: Please.
Lindsay: *takes gun* ....There's not much to see.
Speed: I'll wait.
Lindsay: Are you okay?
Speed: I don't know you, so I'd rather keep my feelings to myself.
Lindsay: That's fair. *looks through microscope*
Speed: *walks around table, sits*
Lindsay: Well it's a .38 caliber gun and it's a match to these bullets.
Speed: Good.
Lindsay: *looks up* Whoa! Sorry, you scared me. I didn't see you walk over.
Speed: The bullets are a match?
Lindsay: Yeah.
Speed: Thank you.
Lindsay: *smiles*
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey did you collect those casings?
Lindsay: *looks up* What? Oh...Yeah they're in the pile.
Calleigh: Great.....Tim?
Speed: *staring at Lindsay* Yeah.
Calleigh: Um...Up here.
Speed: *looks up* What? What do you want?
Calleigh: Uh...Nothing. I just...I heard about what happened. I'm sorry.
Speed: It's fine.
Calleigh: Alright, well, I'll be on my way then. *leaves*
Lindsay: Um...I'm sorry about your dad.
Speed: Don't be.
Lindsay: Still...If there's anything I can do...
Speed: If you want to help, finish processing these bullets.
Lindsay: Okay.
Speed: Thanks. *leaves*
Lindsay: ...No problem.
TBC...........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
That is very true. He doesn't really tell me anything. lol. And awww poor Speedy his dad died. So what if he was a jerk and mobster.....still that has to be hard. And oh I noticed some Wannabe in there. lol. Update soon please.
Yes well...I watch Wannabe a lot. :lol: Actually I watch Miami a lot.
This Pain Is Just Too Real
[11:30 pm]
Danny: Hey Montana, you're still here?
Lindsay: Stop calling me that Danny you know I have a name.
Danny: Sure. Montana Monroe.
Lindsay: Very funny.
Danny: You look like you've been at this for hours.
Lindsay: It's my job. I'm more patient than you are.
Danny: Oh ouch. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can kill.
Lindsay: Sorry, it's just that it's late and if I don't get this finished I'll be thinking about it all night.
Danny: Alright well have fun being patient. I'm going out for a beer. *leaves*
Lindsay: Bye.
Voice: Don't move and don't turn around.
Lindsay: ...Who's there?
Speed: *covers Lindsay's mouth* Shhh.
Lindsay: *frowns*
Speed: You see, I learned something about myself today. I am exactly like my father. Do you know what it's like to learn you're everything you hate? *grabs Lindsay's gun*
Lindsay: Why are you doing this?
Speed: Because I can.
Lindsay: What are you going to do?
Speed: Well, I like you. So I'm not going to kill you.
Lindsay: Is that why you took my gun?
Speed: No, no that's so you don't shoot me.
Lindsay: *grabs pen* Why would I shoot you?
Speed: Everyone shoots me.
Lindsay: So that's why you're like your dad? Because he was shot?
Speed: No. You see, my dad had a thing for hookers.
Lindsay: So go find one.
Speed: *grabs pen*
Lindsay: Ah crap.
Speed: I like you better.
Lindsay: You know I'll tell someone.
Speed: No you won't.
Lindsay: How do you know?
Speed: Because this will be fun.
Lindsay: I-
Speed: IF you play the game my way.
Lindsay: What game?
Speed: Let's go find out. *grabs Lindsay* Come on.
TBC.........
This Pain Is Just Too Real
[11:30 pm]
Danny: Hey Montana, you're still here?
Lindsay: Stop calling me that Danny you know I have a name.
Danny: Sure. Montana Monroe.
Lindsay: Very funny.
Danny: You look like you've been at this for hours.
Lindsay: It's my job. I'm more patient than you are.
Danny: Oh ouch. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can kill.
Lindsay: Sorry, it's just that it's late and if I don't get this finished I'll be thinking about it all night.
Danny: Alright well have fun being patient. I'm going out for a beer. *leaves*
Lindsay: Bye.
Voice: Don't move and don't turn around.
Lindsay: ...Who's there?
Speed: *covers Lindsay's mouth* Shhh.
Lindsay: *frowns*
Speed: You see, I learned something about myself today. I am exactly like my father. Do you know what it's like to learn you're everything you hate? *grabs Lindsay's gun*
Lindsay: Why are you doing this?
Speed: Because I can.
Lindsay: What are you going to do?
Speed: Well, I like you. So I'm not going to kill you.
Lindsay: Is that why you took my gun?
Speed: No, no that's so you don't shoot me.
Lindsay: *grabs pen* Why would I shoot you?
Speed: Everyone shoots me.
Lindsay: So that's why you're like your dad? Because he was shot?
Speed: No. You see, my dad had a thing for hookers.
Lindsay: So go find one.
Speed: *grabs pen*
Lindsay: Ah crap.
Speed: I like you better.
Lindsay: You know I'll tell someone.
Speed: No you won't.
Lindsay: How do you know?
Speed: Because this will be fun.
Lindsay: I-
Speed: IF you play the game my way.
Lindsay: What game?
Speed: Let's go find out. *grabs Lindsay* Come on.
TBC.........
speedmonkey2
Head of the Graveyard Shift
0_0!!!! Ok you know I'll put aside the fact that he's going to cheat AGAIN! But he plays a really good creeper. And awww he's just like his dad....well that can't be good for me because then I"m going to be like his mom and all chipper all the time and I don't know what I'm talking about lol update soon please.
:devil: This was bound to happen again, I mean come on. I'm writing it.
Sweet Misery
[Next day, 9 am]
[Lab]
Mac: Hey Horatio I got those DNA results.
Horatio: Talk to me.
Mac: Blood in the glue matches Louis Gravano.
Horatio: So it's no far stretch to say that he possibly faught with one of the police officers and that's how the glue got on the cop's hands.
Mac: And how the shooting started.
Horatio: Why were they fighting over glue?
Mac: I had an idea this morning so I had Trace run it.
Horatio: And?
Mac: The glue had traces of Cocaine Hydrochloride in it.
Horatio: Interesting. Well now we know what the fight was about.
Mac: And why Louis started shooting.
Horatio: So the company that shut down was the glue company that Mister Speedle was running.
Mac: And he was smuggling the cocaine in the glue. So once it was shut down, the drugs are gone.
Horatio: And the black market loses money.
Mac: So they were discussing the company.
Horatio: The cops run this city. The chief could have made anything happen for a fee. Arguments start, and pretty soon all hell breaks loose.
Mac: And we still can't find Louis and his partner.
Horatio: I think they're down in Florida.
Mac: It makes sense. They can sell the last of the products and get away from us.
Horatio: Looks like we're going on a trip.
Lindsay: *runs in* Mac, I'm so sorry that I'm late. I got...Tied up.
Mac: It's okay Lindsay.
Lindsay: No, I mean literally.
Horatio: *lifts brow*
Lindsay: Can we not talk about this here?
Mac: Sure.
[Mac's office]
Mac: Okay what happened?
Lindsay: Last night, someone kidnapped me.
Horatio: Who kidnapped you?
Lindsay: I don't know. I didn't see his face.
Horatio: How did you get away?
Lindsay: I played the game.
Mac: Game?
Lindsay: He said he would let me live if I played by his rules.
Horatio: And what were his rules?
Lindsay: To be completely submissive.
Mac: And were you?
Lindsay: *lifts brow*
Mac: Okay I get the idea.
Horatio: So this guy's all about power then.
Lindsay: I guess.
Mac: So we can process the scene where he took you and find him.
Lindsay: Yeah but that's the thing. He didn't actually do anything or hurt me in any way.
Horatio: That doesn't sound like your average rapist.
Lindsay: I know.
Mac: Are you sure you didn't get a look at him?
Lindsay: Well he had a wedding ring on.
Horatio: *blinks*
Mac: *looks at Horatio* What?
Horatio: Deja vu.
Mac: You know who it is?
Horatio: I'll take care of it. Thank you Lindsay. *leaves*
Mac: What was that about?
Lindsay: *shrugs*
[Trace lab]
Horatio: *walks in* Hey Speed.
Speed: Hey.
Horatio: Were were you last night around midnight?
Speed: Excuse me?
Horatio: I want to know where you were.
Speed: *frowns* In my bed, asleep.
Horatio: *dials cell phone* Then you won't mind if I ask Katie.
Speed: *grabs cell phone*
Horatio: *smiles* Thought so.
Speed: I didn't hurt anyone.
Horatio: How can you hurt anyone if they don't fight back?
Speed: What are you going to do? Knock me out again and hope that fixes me?
Horatio: I'm thinking about it.
Speed: Well you can't fix me. My life is already screwed up enough.
Horatio: You know what Speed? You're doing this to yourself.
Speed: Maybe I am. Maybe I don't care anymore.
Horatio: If you didn't care, you wouldn't have left her unharmed.
Speed: Great. My dad got himself killed, my mom is oblivious to everything, my sister was murdered, my brother is gay and I'm a serial rapist who doesn't actually rape people. Call a psychiatrist, he's not going to believe it.
Horatio: Honestly I am at a loss for words.
Speed: So what do you want me to do? Pay for 400 dollar an hour therapy so that I can learn that I'm like this because I hate my father and I have intimacy issues?
Horatio: Well, I-
Speed: Maybe I should just sleep with my brother too and we'll call it YAZTEE.
Horatio: Well actually I think they call that incest.
Speed: Who cares what they call it. The point is, I'm screwed up and the only way to help myself is to put a round in my head.
Horatio: You know that's not the solution.
Speed: And what am I supposed to tell my wife? "Sorry I can't sleep with you but oh by the way I'm perfectly fine with raping you"
Horatio: Why don't you go back to the house and get some rest.
Speed: When are you going to get it? Sleeping is not going to solve my problems.
Horatio: You know what? You're right. You need help and you're not going to get it here. Obviously there is something psychological that needs to be addressed.
Speed: Look, I'm not crazy. I'm stupid.
Horatio: No, you're not stupid. You're very smart which is why you keep getting away with this.
Speed: So you're going to admit me into some sort of hospital so they can pump me full of drugs and call me cured?
Horatio: Yup.
Speed: ...You're serious.
Horatio: Very.
Speed: I'm not a lunatic.
Horatio: That's not what you said a few minutes ago.
Speed: Does it look like I'm sitting here with drool coming out of my mouth pointing at invisible people?
Horatio: No.
Speed: And I'm still going anyway.
Horatio: Yup.
Speed: I don't have a choice do I?
Horatio: No.
Speed: *sigh* Fine.
Horatio: Let's go.
TBC...........
Sweet Misery
[Next day, 9 am]
[Lab]
Mac: Hey Horatio I got those DNA results.
Horatio: Talk to me.
Mac: Blood in the glue matches Louis Gravano.
Horatio: So it's no far stretch to say that he possibly faught with one of the police officers and that's how the glue got on the cop's hands.
Mac: And how the shooting started.
Horatio: Why were they fighting over glue?
Mac: I had an idea this morning so I had Trace run it.
Horatio: And?
Mac: The glue had traces of Cocaine Hydrochloride in it.
Horatio: Interesting. Well now we know what the fight was about.
Mac: And why Louis started shooting.
Horatio: So the company that shut down was the glue company that Mister Speedle was running.
Mac: And he was smuggling the cocaine in the glue. So once it was shut down, the drugs are gone.
Horatio: And the black market loses money.
Mac: So they were discussing the company.
Horatio: The cops run this city. The chief could have made anything happen for a fee. Arguments start, and pretty soon all hell breaks loose.
Mac: And we still can't find Louis and his partner.
Horatio: I think they're down in Florida.
Mac: It makes sense. They can sell the last of the products and get away from us.
Horatio: Looks like we're going on a trip.
Lindsay: *runs in* Mac, I'm so sorry that I'm late. I got...Tied up.
Mac: It's okay Lindsay.
Lindsay: No, I mean literally.
Horatio: *lifts brow*
Lindsay: Can we not talk about this here?
Mac: Sure.
[Mac's office]
Mac: Okay what happened?
Lindsay: Last night, someone kidnapped me.
Horatio: Who kidnapped you?
Lindsay: I don't know. I didn't see his face.
Horatio: How did you get away?
Lindsay: I played the game.
Mac: Game?
Lindsay: He said he would let me live if I played by his rules.
Horatio: And what were his rules?
Lindsay: To be completely submissive.
Mac: And were you?
Lindsay: *lifts brow*
Mac: Okay I get the idea.
Horatio: So this guy's all about power then.
Lindsay: I guess.
Mac: So we can process the scene where he took you and find him.
Lindsay: Yeah but that's the thing. He didn't actually do anything or hurt me in any way.
Horatio: That doesn't sound like your average rapist.
Lindsay: I know.
Mac: Are you sure you didn't get a look at him?
Lindsay: Well he had a wedding ring on.
Horatio: *blinks*
Mac: *looks at Horatio* What?
Horatio: Deja vu.
Mac: You know who it is?
Horatio: I'll take care of it. Thank you Lindsay. *leaves*
Mac: What was that about?
Lindsay: *shrugs*
[Trace lab]
Horatio: *walks in* Hey Speed.
Speed: Hey.
Horatio: Were were you last night around midnight?
Speed: Excuse me?
Horatio: I want to know where you were.
Speed: *frowns* In my bed, asleep.
Horatio: *dials cell phone* Then you won't mind if I ask Katie.
Speed: *grabs cell phone*
Horatio: *smiles* Thought so.
Speed: I didn't hurt anyone.
Horatio: How can you hurt anyone if they don't fight back?
Speed: What are you going to do? Knock me out again and hope that fixes me?
Horatio: I'm thinking about it.
Speed: Well you can't fix me. My life is already screwed up enough.
Horatio: You know what Speed? You're doing this to yourself.
Speed: Maybe I am. Maybe I don't care anymore.
Horatio: If you didn't care, you wouldn't have left her unharmed.
Speed: Great. My dad got himself killed, my mom is oblivious to everything, my sister was murdered, my brother is gay and I'm a serial rapist who doesn't actually rape people. Call a psychiatrist, he's not going to believe it.
Horatio: Honestly I am at a loss for words.
Speed: So what do you want me to do? Pay for 400 dollar an hour therapy so that I can learn that I'm like this because I hate my father and I have intimacy issues?
Horatio: Well, I-
Speed: Maybe I should just sleep with my brother too and we'll call it YAZTEE.
Horatio: Well actually I think they call that incest.
Speed: Who cares what they call it. The point is, I'm screwed up and the only way to help myself is to put a round in my head.
Horatio: You know that's not the solution.
Speed: And what am I supposed to tell my wife? "Sorry I can't sleep with you but oh by the way I'm perfectly fine with raping you"
Horatio: Why don't you go back to the house and get some rest.
Speed: When are you going to get it? Sleeping is not going to solve my problems.
Horatio: You know what? You're right. You need help and you're not going to get it here. Obviously there is something psychological that needs to be addressed.
Speed: Look, I'm not crazy. I'm stupid.
Horatio: No, you're not stupid. You're very smart which is why you keep getting away with this.
Speed: So you're going to admit me into some sort of hospital so they can pump me full of drugs and call me cured?
Horatio: Yup.
Speed: ...You're serious.
Horatio: Very.
Speed: I'm not a lunatic.
Horatio: That's not what you said a few minutes ago.
Speed: Does it look like I'm sitting here with drool coming out of my mouth pointing at invisible people?
Horatio: No.
Speed: And I'm still going anyway.
Horatio: Yup.
Speed: I don't have a choice do I?
Horatio: No.
Speed: *sigh* Fine.
Horatio: Let's go.
TBC...........
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