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

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Scott. Man, you like to dig holes. But, then again, Lori's also good for trouble too, so... :lol:

I love Bob. :D

Great update! :D
 
Thanks so much for the reviews. :adore: :D

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New York, apartment, 8:30pm

Tia: *opens purse* Thanks for giving me a ride.

Scott: I take it from everything you've told me and what I've seen, you don't get to keep much of what you earn.

Tia: You know how it goes. It's a business not covered by the state. My employer can do whatever he wants.

Scott: Have you thought about other employment?

Tia: *scoffs* It's not as easy as it sounds.

Scott: There are ways out.

Tia: I'm not sure a body bag is how I want to make my big exit.

Scott: I could help you.

Tia: You can't.

Scott: I know some people with the police department, th-

Tia: NO. That'll make it worse and I don't want to risk my son. You don't know what these people are capable of.

Scott: *nods*

Tia: Anyway, things right now are...just fine the way they are.

Scott: If you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to call.

Tia: How about finding me Mr. Right?

Scott: *smirks*

Tia: I wish all guys were like you, Scott.

Scott: There are plenty good men out there.

Tia: *steps closer, kisses Scott*

Scott: *grabs Tia's shoulder*

Tia: *pushes Scott against door*

Scott: *ducks, steps aside*

Tia: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *wipes lip*

Tia: ...I'm sorry.

Scott: *looks down at floor*

Tia: *lifts brow* You okay?

Scott: Goodnight. *turns around, walks away*

Tia: *bites lip*

Gables Estates, house, 12am

Scott: *walks in, places keys on hook*

Lori: *crosses arms* Where were you?

Scott: *lifts head*

Lori: I'm waiting.

Scott: Dinner.

Lori: Oh. Must have been a long dinner.

Scott: It was a 3-hour flight back and another 30 minute drive.

Lori: Who were you with?

Scott: Tia Richardson.

Lori: *blinks* ...Uh huh. And? Did you sleep with her?

Scott: Look, I already told you about this woman before the plane crash and you actually got angry with me because I didn't sleep with her. Which, by the way, I didn't this time either.

Lori: Then why were you having dinner with her?

Scott: She was thanking me for helping her find a new apartment.

Lori: Do you help every hooker you meet on the street?

Scott: *lifts brow* How did you know she's a hooker?

Lori: I...um...remembered?

Scott: *frowns* You went through my computer.

Lori: You kept her a secret!

Scott: No wonder why. I can't even speak to another woman without you bitching about it while you have absolutely no problem flirting with every guy on the planet right in front of me.

Lori: That's ridiculous. You can't fit every guy on the planet right in front of you.

Scott: *shakes head, walks away*

Upstairs, bedroom

Lori: *walks in* What do you expect? You've been giving me all these mixed signals since we got back, I don't know what to do around you.

Scott: What the hell are you talking about?

Lori: One day you're all over me and the next, you won't touch me. It's getting a little confusing.

Scott: So I have to be all over you 24/7? I'm not Tom for christ's sake.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *sits on bed* ...I apologize.

Lori: *scratches eyebrow* Me too. I guess.

Scott: *rubs eyes*

Lori: *walks over, sits*

Scott: You've been through a lot. I haven't really been sure how to...relate to you either.

Lori: Well then we both did the wrong thing. We were too damned stubborn and scared of one another to speak about it.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *wraps arms around Scott*

Scott: *closes eyes*

Lori: ...You smell like perfume.

Scott: And she didn't get very far.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *shoves Scott onto bed, smiles* I know this doesn't really help our problems but ever since you went back to work, I've wanted to pin you down in one place for at least a couple minutes.

Scott: That's very cute.

Lori: *smiling*

Scott: Can I sit up now?

Lori: No.

Scott: This is just a theory but I can probably overpower you.

Lori: I'd like to see you try.

Scott: *lifts Lori into air*

Lori: Okay in my defense, I haven't been working out.

Scott: I have.

Lori: Clearly. May I come down now?

Scott: *smiles*

Miami, street

Tom: Okay people, here's the plan. The detective's going to drive the unmarked car down the street to the known prostitution area. Once he flags down the girl, we want to hear an exchange of services for money. When she's in the car, they'll drive around the corner where we'll arrest her. Any questions?

Guy: Yeah I got a question. Why are you heading this sting?

Tom: Anyone have a question that doesn't have to do with me?

Everyone: *lowers hands*

Tom: Let's get to work.

Inside van, 3:30am

Detective: 4 down.

Tom: *staring at screen* What the hell is that? How old is she?

Detective: Uh...can't be older than 17.

Tom: *grabs radio* Be advised this one's a minor.

Detective: Our job sucks sometimes.

Tom: Yeah.

Detective: She's in the car.

Tom: *places radio onto table, stands*

Behind building

Cop: Turn around, put your hands behind your back.

Cait: DON'T TOUCH ME!

Cop: I'm not going to ask you again.

Tom: *walks over* What's your name.

Cait: *spits on Tom*

Tom: *grabs Cait, shoves her against car* Name.

Cait: UGH! That HURTS!

Tom: It's going to hurt worse if you don't start cooperating. I want your name and I want it now.

Cait: *frowning* Cait.

Tom: Cait what.

Cait: Smith.

Tom: *twists Cait's wrist*

Cait: SPEEDLE! AH! Speedle! Jesus.

Tom: *stares at Cait, lets go* Turn around.

Cait: *turns around, leans against car*

Tom: You related to Tim Speedle?

Cait: *rolls eyes*

Tom: What the hell are you doing out here.

Cait: What does it look like?

Tom: Looks like you want to spend the night in jail.

Cait: I don't care.

Tom: *pulls out flashlight, shines it in Cait's face*

Cait: *turns head away*

Tom: Sweetheart, you can't be doing this.

Cait: I don't need a lecture from some cop.

Tom: What are you on?

Cait: The street.

Tom: Put her in the car.

TBC.......................................
 
Cait...tsk, tsk tsk... I wonder what happened to her running on the straight and narrow? I'm sure Josh is going to blast off into space when he hears of this. Poor, poor Cait...

I just love how Lori and Scotty get into these massive fights and end up in...the...bed. They seriously need to get to the meat of their problems and handle it...THEN they can give up the nooky...

Cute.... Scotty's been working out.... YUM>...

Awesome update!
 
Huh Oh ! I believe somebody is about to die! Question is whos gonna get there to kill her first! This is gonna be a bad night for the Speedle family! Cait i hope you have what little you own willed out to somebody cause I think the shits about to hit the fan with you again!

Anni's Right Scott and Lori need to solve this major psychological game they keep playing with each other. It getting to be tiresume and somebody's gonna end up hurt!

Great update Geni
 
Thanks for the reviews. :)

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Trace lab, 6am

Speed: *walks over* What do we have?

Tom: *lifts cup* Urine test came back positive for cocaine.

Speed: *shakes head*

Tom: Wasn't sure how your brother would react so I felt safer handing you the results.

Speed: I just got off the phone with him. I don't think I've ever heard him sound that angry.

Tom: *nods*

Speed: Maybe drug addiction's some sort of inherited trait with my family.

Tom: Oh no no. Brook's not going to be anywhere near drugs, I can tell you that.

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: I'm going to lock her in her bedroom if I have to.

Speed: *smirks*

Tom: The next generation is going to be different.

Speed: I hope you're right.

20 minutes later

Speed: *staring through microscope*

Tom: You had a uh...morphine problem?

Speed: Briefly.

Tom: *tilts head, laughs* That's the good stuff, huh?

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: ...Lori's a hot piece of ass?

Speed: One more step up.

Tom: I love my wife.

Speed: Better.

Holding cell

Cait: *lies head against wall*

Josh: *walks over*

Cait: *lifts eyes*

Josh: And here I was hoping you'd actually changed. I thought you wanted to spend time in Miami because you wanted to see me.

Cait: *rolls eyes* I needed money.

Josh: You couldn't just ask?

Cait: You wouldn't have given me anything.

Josh: Do you really have that low of an opinion about yourself?

Cait: It's not about that. It's simply...easier.

Josh: And more dangerous.

Cait: Look, I didn't get that far, alright? That damn cop had to ruin everything.

Josh: That 'damn cop' probably saved your life.

Cait: Ugh, stop being so melodramatic.

Josh: You were doing so well in Australia. No problems at school. What happened?

Cait: I'm not here for the week. I got kicked out, I had nowhere else to go.

Josh: Kicked out for what?

Cait: Roomie found coke in my room, she ratted me out.

Josh: *sigh* Cait.

Cait: I thought I could...fix things on my own when I came back but-

Josh: You forgot about what happens when your stash runs out.

Cait: *frowns*

Josh: Simmer in here for a while. *walks away*

Cait: Dad? *stands* Dad!

Trace lab

Josh: *walks in*

Speed: *looks at Josh*

Josh: I want her handed over to the state.

Speed: Come again?

Josh: I'm filing papers.

Speed: Uh, not without Carly you aren't.

Josh: You let me worry about Carly.

Speed: She's 15. Where exactly do you expect her to go?

Josh: I don't care. She had her chance. *walks away*

Speed: *stares blankly*

Tom: ...Okay. Tootie fruity's more of a hardass than you?

Speed: *frowns*

Gables Estates, house, backyard, 7am

Scott: *places wood on table*

Steph: *rubs eye, yawns* Daddy, it's too early to make a playhouse.

Scott: It's never too early to accomplish a goal. Hand me the hammer.

Steph: *picks up hammer*

Scott: Do you know what color you want it?

Steph: Pink.

Scott: Anything else?

Steph: More pink.

Scott: *smiles*

Inside house, kitchen

Lori: *drinks tea*

Katie: I wish Tim had actually spent time with you outside of waiting for you to come down off of something.

Lori: Everyone's different I guess.

Katie: But look how sweet Scott and Steph are together. Don't you wish you had that with your father?

Lori: *shrugs* No.

Doorbell rings

Lori: Excuse me. *walks away*

Katie: *sigh*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door*

Tom: Hey, Scott ordered a hand saw? *lifts saw*

Lori: How neighborly. Come on in. *steps back*

Tom: *walks in*

Kitchen

Katie: Oh. It's you.

Tom: *slams saw onto table* Katie.

Katie: It's Ms. White.

Tom: *smiles* Of course it is.

Lori: Don't worry, the saw's for Scott, not you.

Katie: Hilarious. I'm going to go play with Dominick. *walks away*

Lori: *picks up saw* ...Property of Max Wilmott.

Tom: Yeah, I borrowed it from a neighbor.

Lori: *lifts eyes* Why didn't you just tell Scott you didn't have one?

Tom: Because I did have one. After I borrowed it.

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: What?

Lori: This is because I told you Scott thinks of you as a brother, isn't it.

Tom: *frowns*

Lori: *places hand on Tom's cheek* That's so sweet.

Tom: *pushes Lori's hand* Knock it off.

Lori: *laughs*

Tom: You seem awfully happy this morning.

Lori: *smiling* Is that not normal?

Tom: For you? Not really.

Lori: *smile fades* ...I must have been a big grump.

Tom: That was your charm.

Lori: What's my charm now?

Tom: A perky ass.

Lori: *frowns*

Tom: *smiles*

Scott: *walks in* You brought it.

Tom: Yep. All yours.

Scott: Thanks. *kisses Lori's cheek* Morning.

Lori: Mornin'.

Tom: What, no kiss for me?

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: No sense of humor.

Scott: *grabs saw, walks away*

Lori: *staring outside*

Tom: You totally got laid.

Lori: *looks at Tom* Excuse me?

Tom: It's a certain look you get in your eyes.

Lori: *crosses arms* Are you still here?

Tom: You pissed because I said you have a nice ass or because I know you better than your own husband?

Lori: Thank you for the saw.

Tom: *nods* See you later. *walks away*

Lori: *shakes head*

Katie: *steps over, lifts Dominick* Your evil son bit me.

Lori: *looks at Katie*

Dominick: *giggles*

Lori: *grabs Dominick* Maybe you shouldn't have been sticking your fingers in his face.

Katie: We were playing.

Dominick: Grama nuts.

Katie: *frowns* HEY.

TBC................................
 
Well I guess Josh has had enough of Cait! What does Speed think hes gonna do to stop him from sending her to the state take her in and try to fix her ass! Sorry Speed your not her father! Maybe you need to tend to you own children instead of everyone else's. Your not her father josh is and its up to him to make the right or wrong choices. Although I have a feeling that Carley is gonna have her say in all this weather josh likes it or not.

Lol! I love Dom! Lol! Calling Katie nuts and biting her finger! She probably did stick it in his face! lol!

Ah the Lori and Tom banter goes on. You know i wonder how long its gonna be before they actually tear each others clothes off and do it again! lol! they are working on it!

Great update Geni.
 
Some times I wish that Lori and Tom never had their....thing. His attraction comes up at the oddest of times. And he seems to enjoy it instead of shying away from it. Should I be truly concerned about this? I mean really... save it for Anni...

Poor Cait....I wonder if Josh's attempts to sober her up will help. I'm speaking from experience that one doesn't want help until they've hit rock bottom- I think Cait needs her rock bottom.

Awesome update !
 
Thanks for the reviews!

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Biscayne Park, house, 1am

Tom: *pushes through door, kissing Anni*

Anni: *grabs Tom's collar* I take it you liked your anniversary present.

Tom: You're amazing.

Anni: *smiles* Why thank you.

Tom: *kisses Anni* Upstairs.

Gables Estates, house, 1:30am

Lori: *sits up* Stephanie, go to bed.

Steph: *peeks over bed* I had a nightmare, Momma.

Lori: Your father has lots, you don't see him bothering me at 1am.

Steph: *lifts brow*

Scott: Lori.

Lori: What? It's true.

Steph: *climbs into bed*

Lori: You can't stay here.

Steph: *wraps arms around Lori*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: Okay, let's take you to your room. *stands*

10 minutes later

Scott: How'd it go?

Lori: She's not back so pretty well. *sits on bed* How about you? Any weird dreams?

Scott: No.

Lori: Liar.

Scott: Why don't we take a page from Steph's book and sleep.

Lori: Now I'm not tired.

Scott: *sigh*

Lori: *smiles* What should we do?

Scott: I'm sleeping.

Lori: If you tell me what you dreamed, I'll leave you alone.

Scott: I don't understand what's so fascinating about my dreams. It's just a bunch of stuff your brain does when you're asleep. Or in Tom's case, awake.

Lori: Okay how about this. If I can name 3 elements of it correctly, you tell me what it was.

Scott: Make it quick.

Lori: Your office.

Scott: How inventive.

Lori: Am I right?

Scott: No. Goodnight. *rolls over*

Lori: My mother said you spent some time in Texas and th-

Scott: ENOUGH!

Lori: *blinks*

Scott: *sits up* I'm tired and I have to get up early. Go to sleep.

Lori: Interesting.

Scott: *frowns* What.

Lori: I guess I was right.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: She said you were locked in a warehouse by some crazed lunatic who thought you were her dead husband.

Scott: Lori...

Lori: I'm guessing by you reaction, she did more than just beat you with a stick.

Scott: When you want me to back off, I do. I would appreciate the same.

Lori: We all do what we have to, to stay alive.

Scott: Do me a favor. When your mother's mouth starts moving, stop listening. *turns out light, lies down*

Lori: I thought we were going to open up the lines of communication here.

Scott: Just stop.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's shoulder* Hey, y-

Scott: Please.

Lori: *nods* Okay. *lies down*

Scott: *rolls over, wraps arm around Lori*

Lori: I'm sorry.

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: Love you.

Holding cell, 8am

Cait: *grabs bucket*

Speed: *walks over*

Door opens

Speed: *steps in*

Cait: *wipes cheek*

Door shuts

Speed: How are you doing?

Cait: *frowning* I don't like it here. And I don't like being sick.

Speed: Good. Then you won't want to come back.

Cait: Where's my dad.

Speed: Oh he's gone. And I don't suspect he'll be back until you can straighten yourself up.

Cait: He can't just leave me here.

Speed: *sits* He did. This is something you need to deal with because he's not going to hold your hand forever.

Cait: You helped Lori.

Speed: It took me a long time to figure it out but I wasn't helping her. The only person who was able to change Lori was Lori. Understand what I'm saying?

Cait: *nods*

Speed: I don't know the reason you're doing all of this but you know there are some resources out there.

Cait: Yeah.

Speed: *stands* You might think you're going to die, but you're not. Hang in there.

Door opens

Speed: *walks away*

Door closes

Cait: Ugh. *holds head*

TBC.........................
 
Cait's getting some real life medicine. Maybe she'll go through this and not want to go through anything like this ever again! Let's hope she doesn't make the same mistakes over and over.

Seems like Tom liked his anniversary present. I'm going to stop anaylzing him and his tendencies- it's just going to send me into further conniptions. I'll remain the positive one and hope that he can keep his damn hands off of Lori...oops... I didn't mean for that to come out. We all know he loves Anni....right? Right?

Lori and Scott have this funny way of communicating. She pushes, he pulls away. she pushes more, he gets angry...she turns away...He apologizes...it's a cycle. At least it ends on a good note :)

Awesome update!
 
Well Maybe Speed talked a little since into Cait! Who knows. Hes right shes the only one that can save herself.

Lori and Scott I don't know about those two. One step foward and two back. I'll be glad when they all move forward.

Well I was hoping you elaborate on the anniversary Strip party! So i guess he liked it!


Great update geni
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D

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APL Financial, elevator, 7:30am

Bob: *opens folder* How many people are coming?

Scott: About 25. I haven't seen the new conference room but there's probably enough space.

Bob: My first big meeting with global corporate heads. Think I'm ready?

Scott: Just breathe and try not to make any jokes.

Bob: Damn, I had some planned.

Elevator doors open

Bob: *walks into room*

Scott: *steps off elevator, stops*

Bob: *places folder onto table* Should we invite them to a luncheon after to grease the wheels or would that be too much?

Scott: *staring blankly*

Bob: *looks back* Scotty?

Scott: *backs into wall*

Bob: Uh...what's going on? Are you okay?

Scott: Wh-Wh...there are no walls in this room.

Bob: Right. It was first designed to be an observation deck but the plans changed so we turned it into a conference room. I thought they had consulted you.

Scott: *presses elevator button*

Bob: Where are you going?

Scott: I need to leave.

Bob: *walks over* Wait, hold on a second. I need you here. You're supposed to be my moral support.

Scott: *slides down wall, covers eyes*

Bob: Let me get this straight, you're fine in elevators but you don't like wide open spaces now. Alright, I can fix this. *claps*

Blinds drop down

Scott: *uncovers eyes*

Bob: See? No more windows.

Scott: *pushing button* No no no.

Bob: *kneels* Hey, calm down.

Scott: Do you smell that?

Bob: ...Smell what?

Scott: *grabs Bob by the collar* I need to leave. Now.

Bob: First of all, you're not going anywhere. Secondly, you need to start breathing.

Scott: I-I can't-

Bob: You can. *claps*

Blinds rise

Bob: Remember where you are, Scott. You're safe here.

Scott: No.

Bob: You come here every week. If you're fine upstairs, you're fine in here too. Just keep breathing, it'll get better.

Scott: *sigh*

10 minutes later

Bob: You okay?

Scott: No.

Bob: Yeah, you're actually...shaking. Did you bring your meds?

Scott: Didn't think I'd need them.

Bob: The meeting's in 20 minutes, I can't have you freaking out on me with 25 snooty corporate guys.

Scott: Then I'll be downstairs.

Bob: Scott, I still need you. They want to ask you some questions about the standards you've helped implement. I don't have those answers, buddy.

Scott: *wipes forehead*

Bob: I just need for you to be relatively calm during the meeting, then you can freak out and work through this. There's a drug store a few blocks from here, maybe they have something.

Scott: You'll never make it back in time.

Bob: Oh! *snaps fingers* Remember Andrew Pastelli, the guy who thought all of Manhattan was tipped sideways by half an inch and thew his back out trying to move APL?

Scott: Not helping.

Bob: Well he left his pain meds here when Roger fired him for scaring the tourists.

Scott: ...And your point is...

Bob: Just take one.

Scott: *frowns* You wanted me competant, remember?

Bob: Unless you can calm down in the next 20 minutes, I'm not really seeing another option.

Scott: Alright. But this stays between us and you get rid of the pills after.

Bob: Sure.

Table, 20 minutes later

Bob: *runs over, sits* The guys are setting up. How do you feel?

Scott: *smiles* There is something to be said for the word 'groovy'.

Bob: That's...interesting. Okay, *opens folder* these are the points they're going to go over with you first before they get to me.

Scott: *lifts paper* It's so soft.

Bob: And important. Remember when we talked about how I need you to make me look good?

Scott: Oh Robert you're not going to have any problem with that. You look fantastic today.

Bob: Maybe this was a bad idea.

Scott: *spins in chair* Come one, come all! Bob is the fairest CEO of them all! *laughs* I rhymed 'all' with 'all'.

Bob: *covers eyes*

10 minutes later

Bob: Mister Achlad, you had a question for Scott?

Achlad: Yes. Your corporate finance department manages various mergers and acquisitions throughout the United States. How do you plan on developing your deals with firms in the Middle Eastern market?

Scott: *blinks* ...Can I buy a vowel?

Achlad: *lifts brow*

Bob: Um...Mister Finch has an odd sense of humor. You know how it is, the geniuses are the most abstract.

Achlad: ...

Scott: Wait, you're from the Middle East?

Achlad: Yes.

Bob: *grabs Scott's arm, mumbles* For the love of God drop your baggage for the next 15 minutes.

Scott: *smiles* You people are so eclectic.

Achlad: *nods slowly*

Scott: I look forward to working with you in the future.

Achlad: We feel the same.

Elevator, 1 hour later

Bob: That was...relatively painless.

Scott: *looks up at screen* Wow, we have televisions in here?

Bob: I'm going to accompany you back to Miami. What do you want me to tell Lori?

Scott: Oh I think the truth will do nicely. *looks at Bob* It's such a lovely day, isn't it?

Bob: Yeah it is when you're walking on sunshine.

Scott: That's an excellent way to put it.

Bob: You know, this reminds me how you were when Lori showed back up. When I got you that job with DelFi.

Scott: *smiles* She was so beautiful. And angry. *sigh*

Bob: ...You liked it when she was angry?

Scott: Oh yeah, definitely. Her eyes would get all intense and dark and her lips would purse a little and the way she cursed at me...*smiling* it was heaven, Bob.

Bob: ...Uh huh.

Scott: *leans against wall* She's different now. She's so...happy.

Bob: That's a bad thing?

Scott: She irons my shirts, Bob. She wears perfume.

Bob: *scratches head* Wow, you poor bastard.

Scott: She's polite. *starts to cry*

Bob: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *crying* I want my wife back. *drops head on Bob's shoulder*

Bob: Uh...*pats Scott on the back* there there.

Gables Estates, house, 1pm

Lori: *opens door*

Bob: Hey Lori.

Lori: Bob.

Bob: *looks back* Scotty!

Scott: *walks over* We have a fantastic mailbox.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *smiles* My beautiful Lori. *wraps arms around Lori, lifts her*

Lori: ACK!

Scott: *kisses Lori*

Lori: *blinks*

Bob: I should mention, Scotty had a bit of an issue at work today. Um...so we had to improvise.

Lori: Scott, let me down.

Scott: *drops Lori*

Lori: *falls over, frowns*

Bob: I'm not sure exactly what I gave him but-

Lori: You gave him something? *stands*

Bob: Yeah, it was either that or watch him run around the room in circles. Sorry. I'm going to take off.

Lori: *nods*

Bob: *walks away, shuts door*

Lori: Remember when we agreed that you'd keep your head on straight?

Scott: Does that apply to when I'm not in Miami?

Lori: *frowns*

Scott: *smiles, places hands on Lori's cheeks* I'm okay.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: What?

Lori: Have you been crying recently? *wipes Scott's cheek*

Scott: Maybe.

Lori: *sigh*

TBC..................................
 
LMAO! Scott defiantly need to seek some professional help for his fears ! He can't go around taking pills that aren't his! He is obviously still traumatized by 911. I hope Lori can get him to open up and get some help with this before he goes completely goofy on someone.

Great update Geni.
 
And those pesky fears come raring back! Poor Scotty- he never knew that they have an observation deck for a confrence room now. That had to have been scary, and he was certainly experiencing some PTSD - he actually thought he was smelling something. Leave it to Bob to come in through a clinch. Of course, coming through meaning giving Scotty some type of painkillers that obviously make him high. Classic.

I could've told you that Scotty wants his old Lori back. As much as she was horrible, that's the woman he fell in love with, I could see why. It was heart warming....

Awesome update!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :adore:

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Biscayne Park, house, bedroom, 1am

Anni: *sits up, wide-eyed*

Tom: *rolls over*

Anni: *wipes forehead* ...Wow.

Tom: *opens eye* You okay?

Anni: What? *looks at Tom* Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Tom: ...You bolted up in a sweat.

Anni: Were you awake?

Tom: I always sleep with one eye open. Guess I'm just conditioned that way. *sits up* Everything okay?

Anni: Just a weird dream, that's all.

Tom: *nods*

Anni: ...I have a personal question.

Tom: Sure.

Anni: Do you ever dream about Lori?

Tom: *stares at Anni*

Anni: I-I mean not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that you've spent a lot of time with her so it would be natural, right?

Tom: I guess. Why, are you dreaming about Lori?

Anni: No.

Tom: Tim?

Anni: *frowns* Of course not.

Tom: *laughs* Hey, it's just a question. Like you said, it's natural.

Anni: ...Do you think it means anything? Subconsciously, I mean.

Tom: To an extent, yeah I do.

Anni: *lowers head*

Tom: You seem bothered by that.

Anni: You aren't?

Tom: Look, I'm not a therapist. That's what Scotty's for.

Anni: HA!

Tom: *lifts brow*

Anni: *clears throat, scratches head*

Tom: Goodnight, sweetie. *kisses Anni's cheek, lies down*

Anni: *sigh*

Gables Estates, house, 10am

Lori: *wiping table*

Scott: *drinks coffee*

Lori: Who'd you invite over?

Scott: Your parents.

Lori: Oh. Not Anni?

Scott: If I invite Anni, I'll have to invite Tom.

Lori: I want Anni here.

Scott: Alright.

Lori: *smiles* Great. I invited them over for breakfast.

Scott: *sigh* Lori...

Lori: What? Anni's like a mother to me.

Scott: Really?

Lori: *frowns* If you tell her, I'll kick your ass.

Scott: *smiles*

Doorbell rings

Lori: Excellent. *walks away*

Scott: *places cup onto table*

Foyer

Lori: *opens door, smiles* Hey.

Anni: Hey.

Lori: *hugs Anni*

Tom: *walks in* Got any coffee? *walks away*

Lori: *lets go* How are you?

Anni: I'm good.

Lori: Great, we're having a family dinner thing tomorrow and you're invited!

Anni: ...Me.

Lori: Yeah.

Anni: Oh. Um...is Tom invited?

Lori: Of course.

Anni: That's...so nice of you. *looks into kitchen, stares at Scott* Are your parents coming too?

Lori: Yeah, Scott invited them.

Anni: How wonderful. *walks away*

Lori: *blinks*

Kitchen

Scott: *places mug into sink*

Tom: *leans againt sink, smiles*

Scott: *glances at Tom, looks down at sink*

Tom: *crosses arms, smiling*

Scott: Can I help you?

Tom: You had to invite me over for a family dinner. That must really piss you off.

Scott: You're welcome here anytime.

Tom: Mhm. Y'know, I think I'll bring a bottle of Perrier Jouet.

Scott: *turns off sink*

Tom: This is killing you.

Scott: It's really not. *looks at Tom, smiles*

Tom: *narrows eyes*

Anni: *walks over* Should we bring anything?

Scott: Just your appetites.

Anni: *smiles*

Steph: *runs in* TOMMY!

Tom: Hey! *picks up Steph* I didn't know you were home. No school?

Steph: It's a fieldtrip but Momma doesn't want me to go.

Tom: How come?

Steph: She doesn't want me to end up in Cabumbia.

Tom: Colombia.

Steph: Yeah.

Tom: I don't think they have to worry about that.

Scott: Steph, go upstairs and get dressed.

Steph: *frowns*

Tom: *places Steph on floor*

Steph: *walks away*

Tom: Mind if I go outside?

Scott: No smoking on my property.

Tom: Yeah yeah. *walks away*

Anni: *staring at floor*

Scott: We have tea.

Anni: *lifts head* What?

Scott: Would you like a cup of tea?

Anni: Sure.

Scott: *opens cupboard*

Anni: *steps closer*

Scott: *turns around* Whoa. *smiles* Sugar?

Anni: *blinks* Huh?

Scott: For your tea.

Anni: Oh, right. Yeah. Not too much, thank you.

Scott: No problem. *turns around*

Outside, driveway

Tom: *blows smoke*

Lori: *sneaks over, smirks*

Tom: *flicks cigarette*

Lori: BOO!

Tom: AH! Jesus Christ!

Lori: *laughs*

Tom: *looks at Lori, frowns* What are you, 5?

Lori: I thought Scott said no smoking on our property.

Tom: What Scotty doesn't know won't kill him.

Lori: *grabs Tom's cigarette, sticks it in mouth*

Tom: *lifts brow*

Lori: *blows smoke*

Tom: *tilts head*

Lori: *walks away*

Tom: *looks back*

TBC...............................
 
Oh there's something going on...something...is definetly going on...And what's up with Tom and Lori? Are they subconciously getting back together or something? Hell yes, it should bother your wife if you dream about another woman and you say it means something subconciously. I think he just solidified Anni's fears...Tom would totally jump Lori if the chance was available...

Sigh...poor Anni...


Awesome update!
 
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