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Hospital room, 8am
Anni: *holding Tom's hand*
Speed: *sits* Hey. *hands over cup*
Anni: Thanks. *takes cup*
Speed: How is he?
Anni: Asleep, for the moment. It was a drug induced heart attack.
Speed: *nods* I just spoke to Horatio. It's not likely that he'll be allowed back out into the field in his condition. He's looking at a desk job or lab work only.
Anni: He'll be super happy to hear that.
Speed: It's safe. Secure.
Anni: Boring.
Speed: He should have thought of that before he smoked crack.
Tom: *eyes closed* Listen to this guy here, the heart damaged alcoholic has an opinion.
Speed: *smirks*
Tom: *opens eyes*
Anni: *leans over, kisses Tom's cheek*
Tom: What's with the tears? I'm fine, cut it out.
Anni: *runs hand through Tom's hair* I love you.
Speed: I'll leave you two alone. *stands, walks away*
Tom: Any chance I can get a cigarette?
Anni: *sigh* Thomas.
Tom: What?
Anni: Don't even start with me today.
Tom: Sorry.
Anni: I had some tests done a few weeks ago, just to make sure the baby's healthy and there are no genetic defects and things like that.
Tom: Great. And?
Anni: *smiles* She's fine.
Tom: *lifts head* She?
Anni: Yeah.
Tom: Really?
Anni: *laughs* Is that a problem?
Tom: *smiles* No. Of course not.
Airplane, 11am
Lori: Why couldn't we at least have taken Steph?
Scott: Because this is our anniversary.
Lori: I thought our anniversary was going to be a weekend on a yacht.
Scott: That was until Tom came along.
Lori: *leans back in seat, rolls eyes* Don't worry about it, I don't plan on being around him anymore anyway.
Scott: Why? What happened?
Lori: Nothing, it's not important.
Scott: Did he do something to you?
Lori: No. *opens magazine*
Scott: Lori, y-
Lori: He took the hit for me, okay? I was supposed to do a line of coke to prove we weren't cops and he did it instead and had a heart attack. I almost got him killed.
Scott: ...You think it was your fault?
Lori: I knew he shouldn't have done it but I let him anyway. You were right, it would be better if I just stayed away from him.
Scott: Lori, what Tom did was his choice.
Lori: He could have died.
Scott: He didn't.
Lori: Whatever. My friendship with him is done.
Scott: *starts to laugh*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: Friendship, sure.
Lori: *frowns* You're not really helping.
3 hours later
Scott: *leans over* What are you reading?
Lori: A book.
Scott: What about?
Lori: It's about how to tell your husband to shut the hell up and mind his own business because his wife doesn't like sharing recycled air in a tin can.
Scott: Interesting book.
Lori: Why the hell are we flying coach? First class has leg room and food.
Scott: These were the only seats I could get last minute.
Lori: I hope you have a hotel booked or something.
Scott: It's actually a beach house.
Lori: We could get that in Miami.
Scott: You okay?
Lori: You know, the last person who took me to Hawaii was Gavin and I don't like him very much.
Scott: ...I didn't realize that. I apologize.
Lori: It's okay, you couldn't have known. It just...we didn't have the greatest time.
Scott: I'm sorry to hear that.
Lori: *looks at Scott* You should be jumping up and down right now. This is your chance to make our time there together awesome to blow him out of the water.
Scott: ...I guess I just don't like hearing that you were unhappy.
Lori: *smirks* ...How did I end up with you?
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *lies head on Scott's shoulder*
Scott: *looks down at magazine*
Lori: *grabs Scott's shirt, sniffs*
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: New detergent?
Scott: ...No.
Lori: You're magical.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *smiles*
TBC........................
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Hospital room, 8am
Anni: *holding Tom's hand*
Speed: *sits* Hey. *hands over cup*
Anni: Thanks. *takes cup*
Speed: How is he?
Anni: Asleep, for the moment. It was a drug induced heart attack.
Speed: *nods* I just spoke to Horatio. It's not likely that he'll be allowed back out into the field in his condition. He's looking at a desk job or lab work only.
Anni: He'll be super happy to hear that.
Speed: It's safe. Secure.
Anni: Boring.
Speed: He should have thought of that before he smoked crack.
Tom: *eyes closed* Listen to this guy here, the heart damaged alcoholic has an opinion.
Speed: *smirks*
Tom: *opens eyes*
Anni: *leans over, kisses Tom's cheek*
Tom: What's with the tears? I'm fine, cut it out.
Anni: *runs hand through Tom's hair* I love you.
Speed: I'll leave you two alone. *stands, walks away*
Tom: Any chance I can get a cigarette?
Anni: *sigh* Thomas.
Tom: What?
Anni: Don't even start with me today.
Tom: Sorry.
Anni: I had some tests done a few weeks ago, just to make sure the baby's healthy and there are no genetic defects and things like that.
Tom: Great. And?
Anni: *smiles* She's fine.
Tom: *lifts head* She?
Anni: Yeah.
Tom: Really?
Anni: *laughs* Is that a problem?
Tom: *smiles* No. Of course not.
Airplane, 11am
Lori: Why couldn't we at least have taken Steph?
Scott: Because this is our anniversary.
Lori: I thought our anniversary was going to be a weekend on a yacht.
Scott: That was until Tom came along.
Lori: *leans back in seat, rolls eyes* Don't worry about it, I don't plan on being around him anymore anyway.
Scott: Why? What happened?
Lori: Nothing, it's not important.
Scott: Did he do something to you?
Lori: No. *opens magazine*
Scott: Lori, y-
Lori: He took the hit for me, okay? I was supposed to do a line of coke to prove we weren't cops and he did it instead and had a heart attack. I almost got him killed.
Scott: ...You think it was your fault?
Lori: I knew he shouldn't have done it but I let him anyway. You were right, it would be better if I just stayed away from him.
Scott: Lori, what Tom did was his choice.
Lori: He could have died.
Scott: He didn't.
Lori: Whatever. My friendship with him is done.
Scott: *starts to laugh*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: Friendship, sure.
Lori: *frowns* You're not really helping.
3 hours later
Scott: *leans over* What are you reading?
Lori: A book.
Scott: What about?
Lori: It's about how to tell your husband to shut the hell up and mind his own business because his wife doesn't like sharing recycled air in a tin can.
Scott: Interesting book.
Lori: Why the hell are we flying coach? First class has leg room and food.
Scott: These were the only seats I could get last minute.
Lori: I hope you have a hotel booked or something.
Scott: It's actually a beach house.
Lori: We could get that in Miami.
Scott: You okay?
Lori: You know, the last person who took me to Hawaii was Gavin and I don't like him very much.
Scott: ...I didn't realize that. I apologize.
Lori: It's okay, you couldn't have known. It just...we didn't have the greatest time.
Scott: I'm sorry to hear that.
Lori: *looks at Scott* You should be jumping up and down right now. This is your chance to make our time there together awesome to blow him out of the water.
Scott: ...I guess I just don't like hearing that you were unhappy.
Lori: *smirks* ...How did I end up with you?
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *lies head on Scott's shoulder*
Scott: *looks down at magazine*
Lori: *grabs Scott's shirt, sniffs*
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: New detergent?
Scott: ...No.
Lori: You're magical.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *smiles*
TBC........................