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

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Sounds like Lori is about to join what we comonly call a peck'n party! Lol! She will think shes died and gone to neighborhood house wife hell when they start the gosiping about everyone in the the neighborhood !

Somehow I just don't think this is gonna work too well for her!

Great update Geni!
 
Why do I get the feeling things are just going to start sucking very badly for Lori? :lol:

I hope her and Scott can work things out between themselves.

Great update! :D
 
Thanks for the reviews! :)

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Gables Estates, mansion, 9am next day

Lori: ...*knocks on door*

Tammy: *opens door, smiles* Hey! You must be Lori Finch. *grabs Lori's arm* C'mon in, the girls are all having tea.

Lori: Great.

Dining room

Trixy: And I told my husband if we didn't get the granite fountain by Monday, I was going to divorce him.

Tamela: What did he say?

Trixy: He had it in by the afternoon.

Tamela: Oh excellent. *sips tea*

Tammy: *walks over* Girls, meet Lori Finch. She lives down the block.

Trixy: Lori...Lori...nope, don't remember you on the Christmas card list.

Tammy: She's Scott Finch's wife.

Tamela: OH YES! HIM!

Trixy: Mm, that's a fine male specimen right there.

Tamela: Ain't that the truth.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Tammy: Have a seat.

Lori: *grabs chair, sits*

Trixy: Hasn't your husband taught you to be graceful?

Lori: *blinks* He's supposed to teach me that?

Trixy: Well yes. After you returned from the jungle.

Lori: Huh. So you have heard of me.

Trixy: Guess so. Didn't think you'd be so...put together. Like the hair.

Lori: Thanks.

Tammy: Did you really grow up in the jungle?

Lori: Well I've technically spent most of my life in Miami. I only spent 8 years in Colombia.

Tamela: Do they have satellite television there?

Lori: *blinks*

Tammy: Have some tea. *pushes cup over*

Lori: *grabs cup*

Tammy: I'm sure you must be uncomfortable discussing some of that stuff, right?

Lori: Depends how much you heard.

Trixy: We'll get to all that later. How much does your husband make a year?

Lori: None of your business.

Trixy: You can't be in the club unless you tell us. That way we know what kind of Christmas gifts we're getting.

Lori: ...Why do I have to get you gifts? I barely know you.

Tammy: Oh honey you'll get to know us real quick. We're so glad you finally came around.

Tamela: Yeah, your husband is real hot.

Lori: *rolls eyes*

House, 4pm

Scott: *stirs sauce*

Lori: *walks in, smiles* Hey.

Scott: Hey where have you been?

Lori: I was hangin' out with some of the neighborhood girls.

Scott: Really?

Lori: Yeah they were pretty nice. I think I'll go visit with them again tomorrow.

Scott: That's great.

Lori: What are you up to?

Scott: Cooking dinner. Steph's upstairs playing with Dominick.

Lori: Good. What are we having for dinner?

Scott: Pork chops and spaghetti.

Lori: Really? I thought you'd cook up something fancy.

Scott: Kids don't really appreciate fancy food.

Lori: Naturally.

Steph: *runs over* Momma!

Lori: *smiles* Hi, how was school?

Steph: Good. We learned about thunder storms.

Lori: Oh wow, sounds interesting.

Steph: Yup. Thunder isn't angels bowling, Momma. It's lightening but its sound is late to the party.

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: *lifts spoon* Taste this. *shoves spoon into Lori's mouth*

Lori: *blinks*

Scott: How is it?

Lori: *wipes chin* Hot.

Scott: But good, right?

Lori: I don't know, you just burned off all my taste buds. But I trust your cooking so I'm sure everyone will enjoy it.

Scott: Thank you.

Kitchen table

Dominick: *picks at spaghetti*

Scott: *pours milk*

Lori: How much did you make a year?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: When you were CEO.

Scott: ...Enough for us to live very comfortably.

Lori: Give me a number.

Scott: Couple mil.

Lori: *frowns* How many couples.

Scott: It's not really important.

Lori: Come on, I'm your wife. I deserve to know.

Scott: Most CEOs in a successful company make anywhere between 10 and 80 million. Before taxes, of course.

Lori: And that puts you where...

Scott: Between 10 and 80.

Lori: *slaps Scott's arm*

Scott: Ow.

Lori: What am I going to do, kill you for your money?

Scott: ...I wouldn't put it past you, to be honest.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Why is it important?

Lori: No reason. *digs at pork chops*

Scott: *nods*

Lori: Do we water our grass?

Scott: *lifts brow* No.

Lori: Why not?

Scott: Nature does that for us.

Lori: How come we clean our own pool?

Scott: ...Is there a reason for these questions?

Lori: Some of the girls have been wondering.

Scott: Since when do you care what they think?

Lori: I'll probably never have the chance to make real friends again. I mean, you know how I feel. You have no male friends outside of work.

Scott: Right.

Lori: I need to get out of my bubble.

Scott: Understandable. But do you really have anything in common with these women?

Lori: ...We're all rich.

Scott: Besides that.

TBC....................................
 
That's a question that really begs to be answered. I mean , really...would Lori care if they hadn't watered the lawn? WHERE IS THE REAL LORI FINCH? She better put in an appearance, because it seems like the ladies of the neighborhood are circling for blood. This cannot be anything good...Lori needs to recognize that being herself is just what she needs.

Awesome update:)
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

Mwahaha. :p

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Gables Estates, house, office, 4 days later

Scott: *typing*

Lori: Hey, you want breakfast?

Scott: Sure, just need to finish checking my e-mail.

Lori: Great. *turns around, walks away*

Scott: *clicks mouse*

Video pops up

Scott: *lifts brow* What the hell? *stares at video*

Kitchen, 20 minutes later

Lori: *opens fridge*

Scott: *walks over*

Lori: *smiles* Hey, your breakfast is sitting on the warmer.

Scott: Come with me. *walks away*

Lori: *smile fades*

Office

Scott: *sits, clicks mouse*

Lori: What's going on? *sits*

Scott: Take a look.

Lori: *looks at screen* ...What in the hell is this? Why are you watching low-budget porn?

Scott: This was an e-mail sent to me.

Lori: *staring at screen*

Scott: Now if I'm not mistaken...that's you. With that other girl.

Lori: *reaches over, turns off screen* Who the hell sent you that.

Scott: The...Neighborhood League?

Lori: *covers eyes* Oh my God.

Scott: When did you do this?

Lori: *stands, runs out*

Scott: Lori!

Master bathroom

Scott: *knocks on door* Lori, get out here. It doesn't matter to me what you've done.

Lori: *opens door* Those bitches probably sent it to everyone in the neighborhood! I've been trying hard enough not to listen to all the rumors about me but now that they've found that video, I'll be destroyed.

Scott: How could they have even found something like that?

Lori: I don't know! It was a million years ago! I was desperate and I needed some cash.

Scott: For drugs.

Lori: Yes. *sits on tub, wipes eyes* It was so stupid.

Scott: *walks over, sits*

Lori: Some friends they are. They probably couldn't wait for an opportunity to exploit me. Everyone does.

Scott: Maybe you should go speak to them about it, get them to understand.

Lori: What's to understand? Women are vindictive. They're not going to apologize because this is exactly what they want. I'm not one of them and they're going to everything in their power to push me out.

Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: *stands* Don't touch me. *walks away*

Scott: *sigh*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door, leaves*

Scott: Lori! *runs out*

Driveway

Scott: Where are you going?

Lori: Away from here. *opens truck door*

Scott: Lori, this is insane. *grabs truck door* You don't have to run just because they sent some video around.

Lori: It wasn't you on the video. *gets into truck, slams door*

Scott: *bangs on window* Lori, stop!

Truck reverses, speeds away

Scott: *sigh*

TBC..........................................
 
Oh I bet I know where she'll end up! People of Miami lock you doors and windows Lori Finch Amateur Porn Star is on the loose ! Lol!

Scott needs to go catch her before she does something very stupid!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the review. :)

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Orlando, Florida, 11pm

Tom: So...why are we all the way out here?

Scott: Lori took off.

Tom: Great. You wasted a couple hours of my time because you can't keep track of your wife.

Scott: I managed to track the GPS on her truck to a motel up here.

Tom: *blinks* Did we just swap careers?

Scott: Ah! There it is. *swings wheel*

Tom: *grabs door handle* Reckless driving must be a New York thing.

Scott: Why, you don't have roads in Jersey?

Tom: Oh that's hilarious. Mister big city man thinks he's so evolved.

Scott: *laughs*

Tom: There, that's her truck, right?

Scott: Yeah.

Motel hallway, second storey

Scott: *knocks on door*

Tom: *leans against wall*

Scott: ...*knocks on door*

Lori: *opens door* Oh. Thought you were the chinese food. I'll just get back in the shower then. *walks away*

Scott: *steps in* Lori, we need to speak with you.

Lori: *turns around* We?

Tom: *walks in*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: Nice towel.

Lori: *looks at Scott* You brought him?

Scott: I wasn't sure how...sober you were going to be.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: You were really upset when you left.

Lori: Yes. Which is why I came here to cool off.

Scott: You drove all the way to Orlando and checked into a crappy motel to cool off?

Lori: Yeah. Why, is that weird?

Scott: Come home, Lori.

Lori: No. I'm not finished being pissed at those Stepford Wives. I'm going to have chinese food and a 2-hour bath in a place where no one knows who I am.

Scott: *nods slowly*

Lori: If you want to stay, you have to bring your own beer. *snaps open beer, drinks*

Tom: I'm game.

Scott: *sigh* You don't even know if they wash the sheets regularily.

Lori: What does it matter? I'm just a dirty porn star.

Scott: You said it yourself, you were desperate.

Tom: Wait, what? Lori did porn?

Scott: I'm sure that other woman would be just as upset if she found out the neighbors did that.

Tom: Whoa, hold on. Lori and another woman?

Scott: Would you just wait outside?

Tom: *looks at Lori* Can I see it?

Lori: *crosses arms*

Scott: She was underage.

Tom: ...How far underage?

Scott: *slaps the back of Tom's head*

Tom: Ow! I was asking out of pure professionalism. I don't see the rest of y'all with a badge.

Lori: How the hell long have you been in Florida?

Tom: Apparently too long.

Lori: Right. I'm going to go get dressed then. *walks away*

Tom: *tilts head*

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: What? It's not like you don't look. We're dogs.

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Alright, I am. Sometimes.

1am

Lori: Would you stop being a child and give me the remote? I hate going through this with you every time.

Tom: Pass me the noodles.

Lori: We'll swap. Remote for noodles.

Tom: Now who's being childish?

Lori: Bargaining is not childish.

Scott: *staring at Tom and Lori*

Lori: I'm getting impatient. Give it.

Tom: No. *pulls remote away*

Lori: Fine. *dumps noodles on Tom's head*

Tom: *frowns* Bitch.

Lori: *smiles* I feel much better. *wipes Tom's cheek, licks finger* Mm, pineapple sauce.

Tom: Well if you like it so much, why don't you have it all. *dumps pineapple sauce on Lori*

Lori: *screams*

Tom: Now I feel better.

Lori: TOM, YOU IDIOT! THIS IS STICKY! I JUST SHOWERED!

Tom: How unfortunate.

Lori: *slaps Tom's chest* I'm covered in goo!

Tom: Pineapple goo.

Lori: *narrows eyes* Do you know how long it's going to take to get out of my hair?

Tom: You could always shave your head.

Lori: ERGH! *shoves Tom*

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: *jumps off bed, runs into bathroom*

Tom: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *staring at Tom*

TBC................................
 
I hate to be the one to say it, but...I TOLD YOU... I knew if she tangled with the bitches of eastwick that something bad was coming...I just hope that she can go away and gather herself and then come back and bring havoc to the neighborhood... That's just a thought.

Awesome update:D

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After reading the newest update...I have a few questions:

1) Why in the HELL would Scott get Tom of all people to go and search out Lori? That's like bringing a can of gas to a fire and standing really ...REALLY close. I mean....really...

2)Do Tom and Lori really remember that Scott's in the room? .....

3) Where is the pregnant wife Anni? She's cool with her husband going to do a bounty hunt for his ex lover? I sense a Q&A coming really soon...

4) AGAIN.... Do Tom and Lori really remember that Scott's in the room?....

I think the answer to these questions are forthcoming, but it's just so fun reading the drama unfold....

Awesome update( again)
 
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UH Yeah ! I ditto ever thing in Anni's questions ! I just have a couple of my own here,

1.) Was Scott watching this with some sort of sick twist voyeuristic pleasure!

2.) Why do I get this weird feeling that Scott would watch with enjoyment, and take lots & lots of his own Movies, and Pictures!

Hey inquiring minds want to know!

Great Update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

lol. Not sure Scott's much of a voyeur. :lol:

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Outside motel, picnic bench, 3am

Tom: *sits*

Scott: I think you know why I want to speak with you.

Tom: You mean Lori's behaviour.

Scott: *blinks* ...And yours.

Tom: *lowers head*

Scott: You really think pouring sauce all over my wife is appropriate behaviour?

Tom: No. I don't. I'm sorry, I guess I got caught up in the food fight.

Scott: How old are you?

Tom: Look, she-

Scott: Started it?

Tom: Has that effect on me.

Scott: What's that supposed to mean?

Tom: Come on Scotty, you're a guy. You know what it means.

Scott: You have a pregnant wife at home.

Tom: Yeah I know that. Alright? I know.

Scott: How would you feel if Anni was eating chocolate off of her ex-husband? While you were in the room.

Tom: It wasn't chocolate, it was pineapple sauce and I never touched her.

Scott: Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?

Tom: Yes I do.

Scott: Maybe you two need to spend some time away from each other.

Tom: *lifts head* Why.

Scott: Not the best answer, Tom.

Tom: It's a free country. I can be around whoever I want.

Scott: That's true. But you should probably know Lori and I are going on vacation in a few days. Hawaii.

Tom: That's great.

Scott: For a month.

Tom: Why?

Scott: *lifts brows*

Tom: Um...well, *clears throat* Lori didn't...tell me.

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *scratches head* Which is fine.

Scott: Mhm.

Tom: Why Hawaii?

Scott: Why not?

Tom: It's...far.

Scott: That's the idea.

Tom: I get to say goodbye to her though, right?

Scott: *stares blankly*

Tom: You know what, we're done. Let's just go back upstairs. *stands, walks away*

Scott: *shakes head*

Motel room

Lori: *rolls over*

Scott: *lies down*

Lori: *nestles head in Scott's chest*

Tom: *frowns, sits on bed*

7am

Scott: I'm going to go put gas in your truck.

Lori: Thanks.

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek, walks away*

Lori: *grabs coffee pot*

Tom: *steps out of bathroom*

Lori: *pours coffee*

Tom: *walks over, takes cup*

Lori: *sigh* I could have used that coffee but feel free.

Tom: *drinks coffee*

Lori: Get dressed, we have to check out by 8.

Tom: Pretty early for a motel.

Lori: I have things I need to do today. *snatches cup back, drinks* Steph has a doctor's appointment this afternoon.

Tom: I'm sorry.

Lori: For what? *walks over to bed, grabs watch*

Tom: Yesterday.

Lori: *shrugs* I started it.

Tom: I went too far.

Lori: It's okay. I'm pretty sure I got all of it out of my hair. *turns around, walks away*

Tom: *takes Lori's arm*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: You asked if we spent too much time together. I...I-

Lori: Scott brought you here. Not really a big deal.

Tom: Maybe Scott made a mistake.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Forget it. *sits on bed, grabs shirt*

Lori: Did Scott talk to you or something?

Tom: Yeah, actually.

Lori: He's just being paranoid. *sits*

Tom: *leans over, kisses Lori*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Tom: *places hand on Lori's cheek*

Lori: *stands, steps back* SO! Let's get a move on. *walks over to door, grabs shoes*

Tom: *lowers head*

Lori: Where are my keys? Where's my truck?

Tom: Scott took it, remember?

Lori: I knew that. I'll just go wait outside for him. *runs outside, slams door*

Tom: *lies back on bed* Perfect. Way to prove his point.

TBC....................................
 
I'll just say this and take myself to bed...TOM needs to be strangled and then slapped silly. I think it's time to get a hold of what he's doing, because one can only hold secrets for a certain time. I think that this time away will do them good if he doesn't obsess,...which he will... *sigh* Maybe he needs to have a slight reality check too...

Awesome update!
 
Well that went smashing well I thought ! lol! Scott sounded like a parent lecturing a child that had been around another to the point that they were clawing each others eyes out and couldn't get along anymore so the need to be separated and not play with each other for a while !

Hell Scott why not just put him in the timeout chair and turn him to the corner of the room for the entire month! I really think you've got yourself a major problem here, and I don't think that its going away for ether of them!

Tom you need to back up and punt! Get your head screwed back on and think this through and figure out what you want ! your wife and children or Lori and her children!

Lori you need to figure out what you really want also! you know its not fair to drag Scott around by the nose and then rub his face in it with Tom especially with him right there watching it all unfold! It just ain't happenin! Get it together and chose your side people!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Inside truck, road

Lori: You made Tom drive you car back to Miami? You sure you want to trust him with that? I could have driven back alone.

Scott: We're going on vacation this weekend.

Lori: Oh great, where to?

Scott: Hawaii.

Lori: Huh. Alright.

Scott: For a month.

Lori: WHAT? What about the kids?

Scott: They're staying with your father.

Lori: Um, when were you going to tell me about this?

Scott: I just did.

Lori: Scott, I'm not leaving my kids for a whole month.

Scott: We need to get away for a while.

Lori: ...You mean I need to get away. From Tom.

Scott: I didn't say that.

Lori: ...You didn't happen to see what happened in the motel room, did you?

Scott: *looks at Lori* Last night?

Lori: *squints* Sure.

Scott: Lori...

Lori: Alright. He sort of kissed me this morning.

Scott: I really hope you mean amicably on the cheek.

Lori: Yeah. Not so much.

Scott: *frowns, looks back at road*

Lori: I stopped him.

Scott: Sure you did.

Lori: What's your problem? Stop getting so territorial over nothing.

Scott: *swings wheel*

Lori: Ack! *grabs dashboard*

Scott: *turns key, opens door*

Lori: Scott! Where are you going! Ugh. *takes off seatbelt, grabs door handle*

Side of the road

Tom: *opens car door, steps out* What's going on? Why are we stopped?

Scott: *walks over, swings fist into Tom's face*

Tom: UGH! *falls against car*

Scott: *grabs Tom by the collar*

Lori: *runs over* Knock it off!

Scott: *slams Tom into dirt, grabs knife from Lori's ankle*

Lori: *grabs at Scott's arm* STOP IT!

Tom: *pulls out gun, presses it against Scott's forehead*

Scott: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *cocks gun* Drop the knife.

Scott: Here's the difference between you and I. One of us is faster.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *staring at Tom*

Tom: *drops gun, lifts hands*

Scott: I guess I wasn't wrong about you afterall.

Tom: *looks at Lori* You told him?

Lori: *frowning*

Scott: *kneels, grabs Tom by the hair*

Tom: *winces*

Lori: Scott, stop it.

Scott: ...*stands, walks over to car* Get in the truck.

Lori: I'm not leaving him here.

Scott: Then he's coming with me.

Tom: I'll take a bus.

Scott: *grabs Tom by the collar, lifts him* Get in the car and shut up.

Tom: Right.

Inside car, road

Tom: Why couldn't I sit in the front seat?

Scott: *staring out window*

Tom: At least turn on the radio.

Scott: *shifts gears*

Tom: Come on, I kissed her. I didn't sleep with her.

Scott: I think both of those would have amounted to the same outcome. You should be spending less time pinning over your ex-lovers and more time being a father and husband.

Tom: You know, I much prefer you this way. Testosterone doesn't suit you.

Scott: *rolls eyes*

Tom: *chuckles* You sure throw a great right-hook though. Little Stephanie better watch out when she becomes a teenager.

Scott: *frowns, looks in rearview mirror*

Tom: I-*blinks* wait. No, no no. I meant other male teenagers. Jesus, do I have to spell everything out for you?

Scott: *looks back at road*

Tom: But just so you know, if you ever die or lose a limb or something, I have no problem kicking some ass for Steph.

Scott: Stop talking.

Tom: *salutes* 10-4.

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