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Hospital, 6:30am
Lori: *flipping through files*
Woman: Why's the crime lab investigating a cold case?
Lori: Because it wasn't solved. We like things that aren't solved. *flips page* Gives us something to do with ourselves. *lifts head* It says here the body wasn't identified.
Woman: The only reason that would happen is if the victim had no living relatives or close friends. And it's not like we get a long list of numbers either.
Lori: *nods* Who takes care of the deceased for transportation?
Woman: The Medical Examiner.
Lori: *looks down, lifts page* ...Ricardo Espinoza. Does he still work for you guys?
Woman: I don't believe so.
Lori: You have a number or something so I can get ahold of him?
Woman: We don't keep the numbers past a year.
Lori: Does
anyone here know where I can find him?
Woman: You work for the police department, isn't that your job?
Lori: *frowns*
Miami Lab, Reception, 7am
Lori: *leaning on counter*
Tom: *walks over* Hey, you called?
Lori: *turns around* I need a favor.
Tom: ...What's with the black eye.
Lori: It was an accident. *hands over folder* Got this from the hospital. I need you to sign out some evidence from a cold case.
Tom: No. What kind of accident?
Lori: Tom, it's important.
Tom: Not until you tell me what happened to your eye.
Lori: It's trying on some new colors.
Tom: *grabs Lori's arm, walks away*
Atrium
Lori: *rolls eyes, sits*
Tom: *sits*
Lori: I don't have time for this.
Tom: Is he hurting you?
Lori: *angry sigh*
Tom: ...It's because of what I asked you, isn't it.
Lori: What?
Tom: He's pissed that I asked you to have my kid so he took it out on your face instead of facing me like a man. Just because every other guy treated you like a punching bag, doesn't mean he gets to. That's so typical of him. He owns the world and now he thinks he owns you too, well I've got another thing coming for him. *stands*
Lori: Whoa whoa whoa. *grabs Tom's arm* He's not like that, it-
Tom: *sits* Lori, he's never going to change. They never do.
Lori: Thanks for the education on that but Scott's not beating me and he's not angry about what you asked me to do.
Tom: So you told him.
Lori: I tell him everything. And like I said, it was an accident. Don't treat me like a scared little girl because I know the difference.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Now, the cold case I want you to look into is really old so you'll probably have to go down to the warehouse on Flagler.
Tom: *narrows eyes* How do you know about the warehouse on Flagler?
Lori: Let's not dwell.
Tom: *nods*
Lori: The victim's name is Bailey Moore. She's from Manhattan.
Tom: *opens folder, looks down*
Lori: She was officially killed during a hit and run 6 years ago.
Tom: She was driving? Walking?
Lori: Scott was a driving.
Tom: *looks at Lori*
Lori: I was in the passenger seat.
Tom: ...I'm sorry.
Lori: Nobody identified the body and somehow it got sent back up to New York 2 weeks later. I can't find the M.E. who took handled the case but his name's in the file.
Tom: ...Wait, how did you even get this?
Lori: That's not important. You should be able to verify where she's living, whether she has any active credit cards and her employment record from the database.
Tom: *blinks* I thought she was a murder victim.
Lori: Just do it.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: You trust me, Tom.
Tom: *nods* I'll look into it.
Lori: Thanks.
Tom: Now you're going to tell me how this 'accident' happened.
Lori: Scott was having an intense nightmare. I woke him up and that's when the fists went flying. It wasn't his fault.
Tom: He packed one hell of a punch.
Lori: Well it probably doesn't help that my eye already took a hit when you were in the hospital.
Tom: *lowers eyes*
Lori: Don't bother apologizing. Call me if you find something interesting. *stands*
Tom: Define interesting.
Lori: Fine, just call me when you find anything out. *walks away*
Tom: *lifts brows* ...Okay.
Evidence warehouse, Flagler
Tom: *grabs book, writes*
Cop: What does the lab want with such an old case?
Tom: You get paid to search, not talk.
Cop: *frowns, walks away*
Tom: *closes book*
A/V Lab, 9am
Tom: *typing*
Speed: *walks past, stops, steps back* Carter.
Tom: Uh huh.
Speed: *walks in* I thought you were on medical leave.
Tom: *tilts head* Believe me, the old me would be in bed right now passed out on tequila and heroin.
Speed: Good to know. What are you working on?
Tom: Cold case.
Speed: ...Does it relate to a current one?
Tom: *typing*
Speed: *sits on desk* Who's Bailey Moore?
Tom: A friend of a friend.
Speed: Would that friend be Lori?
Tom: *looks at Speed* Has anyone ever told you you're nosey?
Speed: *picks up folder* 6-year old hit and run. I remember this case.
Tom: *looks back at computer*
Speed: You realize this lab only funds current investigations, right?
Tom: I'm aware of that.
Speed: Then turn off the computer and go home.
Tom: Who died and made you Horatio?
Speed: When he's not here, I'm in charge. And he's not here.
Tom: I'm almost finished.
Speed: I'm turning it off. *leans over*
Computer beeps
Tom: Wait wait.
Speed: What?
Tom: *clicks mouse*
Screen pops up
Tom: *stares at screen*
Speed: It's a bank account.
Tom: An active bank account.
Speed: So?
Tom: So the victim's been dead for 6 years.
Speed: Huh. *scratches head* For some reason that reminds me of something.
Tom: Last transaction was to a flower shop in Greenwich Village.
Speed: *looks at Tom* How the hell did you get into a New York database?
Tom: I have some...contacts.
Speed: Legal ones I hope.
Tom: *grabs mouse* Let's check DMV.
Speed: You have 10 seconds to shut all this stuff down.
Tom: I just cracked some of the mystery and you're shutting me down? What kind of CSI are you?
Speed: The kind that likes his job. You should follow suit.
Tom: This is important.
Speed: Why? Because it's important to Lori? *shakes head* I still don't understand why she befriended you.
Tom: I'm good in bed.
Speed: *punches Tom's shoulder*
Tom: Ow. I guess I'm not going to explain how I snagged your wife then.
Speed: *frowns*
Tom: I'm going. *grabs folder, walks away*
TBC...................................
