CSI:Miami RT #12 - 'Road To Nowhere'

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Gables Estates, house, 12pm

Lori: *runs downstairs, pulls trigger*

BAM BAM BAM

Scott: *ducks, opens door*

Cop: *walks in*

Cop2: *walks in*

Lori: *throws gun* You called the cops?!

Cop2: Ma'am, calm down. *lifts hands* We just want to speak with you for a few minutes.

Lori: Bullshit. *looks at Scott* Make them go away.

Scott: I can't.

Lori: MAKE THEM GO AWAY!

Cop: *steps over* Let's step outside, okay?

Lori: No. NO!

Cop: *walks behind Lori, places hand on Lori's shoulder* C'mon, outside.

Lori: *glaring*

Scott: I'll be outside too, Lori.

Outside, driveway

Lori: *leans against truck*

Cop: Now, what's goin' on? I have my partner talking to your husband so we get the whole story squared away.

Lori: *crosses arms*

Cop: Lori.

Lori: Doesn't matter, Scott will tell you the whole truth.

Cop: I'd like to hear it from you.

Lori: I took a bunch of his valium but it DIDN'T WORK! It made things WORSE.

Cop: *nods* Okay then what happened?

Lori: Then he wouldn't let me have more.

Cop: Why did you want more?

Lori: I just had to do something--take something, anything.

Cop: *pulls out pad, writes* Okay, are you maybe having some trouble with drugs?

Lori: *rolls eyes* No.

Cop: No?

Lori: I'm fine, I'm better. I got better!

Cop: *nods, writing* I heard shots when I walked up so...can you tell me what that was about?

Lori: I was angry! Geez, haven't you ever wanted to pop off a few rounds?

Cop: Okay. Did you at any time hit your husband, slap your husband, things like that?

Lori: Yes.

Cop: Did he hurt you at all?

Lori: No, look I just want to go back inside and go to bed.

Cop: I'm sorry but that's not happening tonight, at least not here.

Lori: What?

Cop: *takes Lori's arm* Turn around for me.

Lori: Why?

Cop: You're under arrest for domestic violence.

Lori: NO. *pulls arm away*

Cop: *grabs Lori's arm* Yes.

Lori: NO! *shoves Cop*

Cop2: *runs over*

Cop: *pushes Lori against truck*

Lori: *screams, struggles*

Cop2: *grabs Lori*

Cop: *places cuffs on Lori*

Cop2: Calm down, Lori.

Lori: *slams head against window*

Cop: *drags Lori onto ground*

Cop2: *kneels on Lori*

Scott: *runs hand through hair*

Cop: You're going to jail tonight. Understand?

Lori: *sighs* ...Yes sir.

Cop: I want you to stand up. *stands, grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: *stands*

Cop2: *opens door*

Cop: Have a seat in the car.

Lori: *sits in car*

Cop: *shuts door*

Cop2: You can post bail for her t-

Scott: No. No I think this is what she needs right now.

Cop: *nods*

Jail Cell, 10am next day

Lori: *staring at floor*

Speed: *walks over*

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Speed: Here we are again.

Lori: You heard what happened.

Speed: Every detail.

Lori: *lowers head*

Speed: What's going on with you?

Lori: I don't know. But I know I'm tired of this.

Speed: Scott is too. I just got off the phone with him. He wants to speak to you about a separation.

Lori: *lifts head*

Speed: I can't say I blame him.

Lori: *blinks*

Speed: *walks away*

Lori: *staring blankly*

TBC............................

 

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Gables Estates, house, living room, 11am

Lori: *walks in*

Scott: Have a seat please.

Lori: *sits*

Scott: This is my lawyer, Trent Pettigrew.

Lori: *looks at Trent*

Trent: It's nice to meet you.

Lori: I wish I could say the same. *looks at Scott* So I guess my mother's little scenario comes to fruition.

Scott: Unfortunately.

Lori: Okay. Lay it on me.

Trent: Mister Finch would rather a separation at this point than a divorce in case things can be reconciled.

Lori: You mean in case I stop being a looney tune.

Trent: *adjusts glasses* We've worked through some areas that we hope you'll agree to. If not, we'll ammend so both parties are satisfied.

Lori: I'll be satisfied when I get my husband back.

Trent: Would you like your lawyer to be present?

Lori: *stares at Trent*

Trent: Right. Okay. *opens folder* Date of separation is the 8th, just so we're all clear. *clicks pen* Scott is moving to attain sole custody of *looks down at paper* Stephanie and Dominick while Party 2, that's you Lori, having access on the following terms. *flips page*

Lori: *leans back in chair*

Trent: You must be sober and have no illegal items on your person. If you don't appear sober, you will be asked to complete a drug test. Once that's all taken care of, you'll have supervised visitation at Scott's convenience.

Lori: *frowns*

Trent: In the event of incapacitation or death on either side, guardianship of both Stephanie and Dominick will go to Tim Speedle and Kathryn White. How are we doing so far?

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Fine.

Trent: *nods, flips page* Child support.

Lori: *scratches head*

Scott: It's not necessary.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Trent: *writing* Alright. Now, assets, liabilities and personal property. Scott would like to retain the house as not to de-stabilize the living situation of the children. Besides, his name is the only one on the deed.

Lori: So I'm homeless now too.

Trent: *adjusts glasses* We'll get to that, ma'am.

Lori: *frowns*

Trent: You're welcome to take any items that belong to you. Vehicles, clothing, furniture, things like that.

Lori: And where am I supposed to put them? The front lawn?

Trent: Actually, that belongs to Scott too.

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Scott: Trent, could you give us a few minutes?

Trent: Sure. *stands, walks away*

Scott: Lori, I know this is hard but I'm not seeing another alternative.

Lori: How about forgetting any of this ever happened?

Scott: You put 16 bullet holes into the house.

Lori: That's just how I am.

Scott: No. It's inexusable. I've been there through everything since we met, I've supported you and I still love you very much but I'm sorry, the children take precedence. I'm not going to sit here and watch you escalate any further.

Lori: I'm won't make it without you, Scott.

Scott: I don't know what's been going on with you lately but it has to stop. It's not up to me, it's not up to your parents, it's not up to pills or therapists, it's up to you.

Lori: How motivational.

Scott: It's the truth.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: You're going to be getting spousal support.

Lori: *lifts brow* You're going to pay me to break up with you.

Scott: *smirks* That's not exactly accurate. In this situation, I'm considered more...well-off.

Lori: No kidding.

Scott: That means I'm paying for your necessities of life like housing, food, utilities and medical expenses. I'm also taking over the payment of our debts.

Lori: *blinks*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...So you're going to pay for everything.

Scott: Within reason, Lori.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Scott: I'll have your stuff sent to your new address.

Lori: Does this mean you're kicking me out now?

Scott: You're welcome to stay until we get the agreement finished.

Lori: *sigh*

Trent: *walks over* Do I need to spend a few more minutes admiring the backyard?

Scott: No.

Trent: Great. *sits*

TBC...................................

 

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Hummerhome, 2pm

Horatio: Alright gang, we're heading to the 7 wonders of the world!

Everyone: YAY!

Horatio: Calleigh, what's number 1?

Calleigh: Uh...*staring at page* which wonders of the world? There are ancient, medieval, modern, natural, underwater, industrial, man-made, new and USA Today's. Oh and there are different countries that have determined them too.

Horatio: We'll pick the most popular ones that Eric can pronounce.

Delko: *grabs list* Okay let's see here...Papahanaumoka...copa...cappuchino...something. OH! The Internet!

Speed: We're not going to visit the Internet.

Delko: Fine. *looks at paper* Guantanamo Bay.

Speed: I think that's a different list.

Delko: Oops. *flips page* Ah, here we are. The Grand Canyon.

Horatio: Excellent idea.

Delko: Ooh the Brooklyn Bridge. OH OH THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING! WE HAVE TO GO THERE!

Horatio: That'll be our first stop. Then off to the Grand Canyon.

Delko: Great, time for some road music. *turns on CD player* YOU SPIN MY HEAD RIGHT ROUND RIGHT ROUND WHEN YOU GO DOWN WHEN YOU GO DOWN DOWN-

Speed: *turns off CD player*

Delko: What's wrong with Flo Rida?

Speed: That's outside music.

Delko: You have music you've designated for outside and inside. What the hell am I supposed to play in here? Yanni?

Speed: Anything but rap.

Delko: Stop being so old.

Speed: You don't have to be old to hate rap. You just need to have common sense and well, ears.

Delko: I have ears.

Speed: Yours must be defective.

Horatio: Guys, let's keep the arguing to a minimum.

Katie: That's like asking the sun not to rise.

Anni: The sun doesn't technically rise, it's always there.

Katie: *rolls eyes* I think everyone understood what I was getting at.

Anni: *smiles* Just trying to be the brains of the operation, that's all.

Katie: HA. Th-

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie*

Katie: *blinks* ...What was I saying?

Speed: *smirks*

Calleigh: Oh hey, Mardi Gras' comin' up! Can we go?

Delko: *lifts hand* LET'S GO!

Horatio: I don't know about that...all those women flashing to get beads...

Speed: Which is why we should go.

Katie: *elbows Speed*

Speed: *winces* Or not.

Calleigh: C'mon, I never get to go home and you promised to let us divide the destinations between everyone. Eric's getting New York AND the Grand Canyon but I don't get New Orleans?

Horatio: I just think we'll get into way too much trouble at a block party.

Katie: It's not a block party. Haven't you ever seen Cops?

Horatio: Yes and I'd like for us all to keep off that program. Especially Eric.

Delko: Why does everyone assume I'm the one who'll eff things up? Speed's actually broken SERIOUS laws.

Speed: They're all serious.

Delko: Spitting on a statue is not serious.

Speed: You were spitting on a human being.

Colton: Yeah he was one of those street mimes or whatever.

Delko: Then he should have posed as something I was allowed to spit on.

Ryan: Why were you spitting in the first place?

Delko: I'm a man. Men spit.

Speed: Llamas spit.

Delko: *frowns, punches Speed*

Speed: OW. *throws shoe*

Delko: OW! *rubs eye*

Horatio: Speed, stop throwing your footwear and Eric, stop spitting on mimes.

Delko: I'll stop spitting on mimes when you stop blowing away unarmed men.

Horatio: ...Touché.

Hallway, 4pm

Calleigh: Unpacking time! Let's get our rooms!

Colton: *runs into Calleigh's room*

Calleigh: Ha ha nice try. *grabs Colton by the collar*

Colton: Damnit.

Anni: *steps down hallway*

Speed: *steps aside*

Anni: *smirks* Sorry.

Speed: It's okay.

Anni: *walks into room*

Speed: *lowers eyes*

Katie: *grabs Speed's hand* Hurry it up.

Bedroom

Katie: Okay, my things are going into that closet and that closet and underneath here and over there. Yours get that cubbie hole.

Speed: *sits on bed*

Katie: Something wrong?

Speed: No.

Katie: Spill. *sits*

Speed: You don't find our arrangements a little...awkward?

Katie: No. Unless by awkward, you mean Horatio designing this place as a summer camp and not a hotel. *smiles* By the way, I get bottom bunk.

Speed: I think the lighter person should get the top bunk.

Katie: You're not lighter than me.

Speed: Exactly.

Katie: Huh. Interesting logic. But I'm afraid of heights.

Speed: Why don't we both just sleep on the floor.

Katie: *looks down at floor* That floor.

Speed: No, the one that's on the ceiling.

Katie: *sits on floor, lies down* This isn't very comfortable.

Speed: That's why we have lots of blankets.

Katie: I thought we had lots of blankets because Eric wanted to go see the Polar Ice Caps.

Speed: That too.

Katie: Knowing us, we'd melt them all and begin the apocalypse.

TBC........................................

 

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Sober Living Facility, 5pm

Cop: Here you are.

Lori: *looks up at house* ...This is the place you found for me.

Cop: Yep.

Lori: I was thinking something along the lines of an apartment or...something.

Cop: This should help you keep yourself out of trouble. I spoke with the owner of the place, they said there's a bed available.

Lori: But I'm not a drug addict.

Cop: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *angry sigh* Fine. *opens car door* Maybe I still have a small problem. *stands*

Cop: *walks over*

Lori: *drags suitcase out*

Cop: You'll be on the third floor of the house, room 13. Your roommate is Tammy Allen, she's been here for 3 months.

Lori: Great and what kind of nutjob is she?

Cop: There are 15 other women living here so-

Lori: No men?

Cop: It's...sort of against the rules.

Lori: Damn, I'm not going to like it here.

Cop: Why don't we get you settled inside.

Lori: May as well.

Inside house, bedroom

Lori: *steps in*

Cop: I'll be downstairs getting all the paperwork in order. *leaves*

Lori: *looks around*

Tammy: *runs out of bathroom, rubs head with towel* Oh HEY! *smiles* You're the new girl!

Lori: *smirks* That's me.

Tammy: *runs over, grabs Lori's hands* I've been itchin' for a new roommate.

Lori: ...What happened to the last one?

Tammy: Oh she died.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Tammy: Abusive ex-husband got to her when she went out to work one day. It was very sad.

Lori: I'm sure.

Tammy: *looks down at Lori's hand* OH hey you're married too?

Lori: *pulls hand away* So how does this place work?

Tammy: Okay well the rules are pretty simple. No drugs, alcohol, sex or illegal items allowed. That also means mouthwash, cold medicines, things like that. As long as you do that and pay your rent, everything's cool. Rent's about 500 bucks a month. It's also imperative that you have a job or go to school. AND we obviously have random drug tests.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Tammy: You ever lived in one of these places before?

Lori: No.

Tammy: Okay well you should catch onto things pretty quickly. The girls are pretty awesome, except for maybe Rita. She's...well she's mean.

Lori: I see.

Tammy: Dinner's on in a few, you're welcome to join us.

Lori: I don't want to be a bother.

Tammy: It's no bother. *grabs Lori's arm* C'mon.

Dining room, 6pm

Everyone: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *looks around* ...Hi.

Tammy: Girls, this is Lori Finch. She's from Miami.

Gwen: What's your story?

Lori: Uh...I-

Rita: Here's a better question, what the hell is she doing eating our food that we all paid for with our own money?

Tammy: Rita, she's family.

Rita: We're not a family, Tam. We share a roof.

Lori: I'm not really hungry so don't worry about it.

Rita: I hope you have a job.

Lori: ...I'm currently looking.

Rita: *rolls eyes* Great, one of those.

Tammy: You didn't have a job when you first got here.

Rita: I had money.

Tammy: It doesn't count when it's from your pimp.

Rita: You wanna go, bitch?

Tammy: *stands*

Rita: *grabs at Tammy*

Lori: *rubs forehead*

Gwen: GIRLS! Knock it off before I call Mother Hen.

Rita: *sits*

Tammy: *sits*

Lori: ...Mother who?

Tammy: She's the head of the household but she works nights so she's not always around. She makes sure we're following the rules.

Lori: And this person isn't makebelieve, right?

Tammy: *smiles* She's as real as you and I.

Rita: She's also really anal and not in a good way.

Gwen: *pushes plate in front of Lori* Eat up.

Lori: *pushes plate*

Gwen: ...You didn't take a hit of speed today or anything, right?

Lori: I can eat, I'm choosing not to.

Gwen: If you decide to go on a hunger strike, you'll be kicked out.

Lori: I'm not on a strike. I don't feel comfortable eating y'alls food since some of you seem to have a problem with that.

Gwen: It's not a problem. *pushes plate*

Lori: *sighs, grabs fork*

20 minutes later

Gwen: I saw that cop bring you in, did you just get out of jail?

Lori: Sort of.

Gwen: What were you in for?

Lori: ...Domestic violence.

Tammy: Your hubby hit you and they sent YOU to jail?

Lori: He didn't hit me.

Tammy: Then wh-

Lori: I don't want to talk about it.

Tammy: We're just curious about you, that's all.

Lori: I'm going to head in early. *stands, walks away*

Rita: What a bitch.

Upstairs, bedroom, 11pm

Lori: *lying in bed*

Tammy: *rolls over*

Lori: *sits up, looks at window* ...*grabs jacket*

Biscayne Park, house, midnight

Lori: *bangs on door* ...*bangs on door*

Tom: *opens door* This better be a beautiful woman. *looks at Lori*

Lori: *lifts head*

Tom: *swings door*

Lori: *places hand on door* Tom, I just want to talk.

Tom: Scott called me, he told me where you're staying which means you cannot be here and I'm not going to be pulled into this if you get kicked out.

Lori: *leans forehead against door* I...need you...please.

Tom: Not a good way to fix things between you and Scott.

Lori: Just 5 minutes.

Tom: No.

Lori: *leaning on door*

Tom: *sighs, opens door*

Lori: *wraps arms around Tom*

Tom: I'm taking you right back to the house.

Lori: *starts to cry*

Tom: *frowns* Lori, it's not the end of the world. It's a lot better than spending your time in jail.

Lori: *crying* I-I can't do this, I-

Tom: Yes you can. You're the strongest woman I know.

Lori: *grips Tom's chest*

Tom: Just let me bundle up the baby and I'll take you back. *walks away*

Lori: *wiping eyes, looks around*

Kitchen, 5 minutes later

Lori: *walks in, opens drawers* ...*picks up gun*

Tom: Lori? *walks over* What are y-

Lori: *pushes gun against abdomen, pulls trigger*

BAM

Tom: LORI! *runs over, grabs Lori*

Lori: *drops gun, falls to knees*

Tom: What the hell did you do that for!

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *grabs phone from counter*

TBC...................................