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

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Miami Lab, 8am next day

Speed: *steps off elevator*

Receptionist: Detective.

Speed: *looks at Receptionist, walks over* Yeah.

Receptionist: The lady over there's asking for someone in charge. I couldn't get a hold of Lieutenant Caine.

Speed: *nods* I'll take care of it. *turns around*

Riley: *staring at floor*

Speed: Riley?

Riley: *lifts head*

Speed: *walks over* What are you doing here?

Riley: *stands* Someone broke into my condo on Miami Beach.

Speed: Was anything taken?

Riley: *nods* Some clothing templates. They're for the spring line. *pulls purse over shoulder*

Speed: *looks at Riley's arm* I'll have someone over there in a little bit. *looks at Riley* You didn't touch anything in the condo, did you?

Riley: No. As soon as I saw the mess, I split.

Speed: Do you know of anyone who would want those templates?

Riley: Besides the entire fashion circuit?

Speed: Does anyone else live with you?

Riley: My boyfriend. Clark.

Speed: I'll need his number and place of employment.

Riley: Sure.

Speed: Where'd you get the bruise?

Riley: What? *looks at arm* Oh, that. *laughs* Smacked the shower door into my arm yesterday. *lifts head* You know how heavy those doors can be.

Speed: *nods*

Riley: Thanks for doing this.

Speed: Why don't you hang out here for a bit, I'll take you to the visitor's area.

Miami Beach, condo, 8:40am

Anni: Wow. Nice digs. So this is where being a CEO gets you these days.

Speed: *looks around*

Anni: *picks up mail* All of it belongs to Riley Levine. You said her boyfriend lives here?

Speed: Yeah, Clark. He's a bartender on Ocean Drive.

Anni: And where was he this morning?

Speed: That's what we need to ask him once we finish here.

Anni: *walks down hallway*

Speed: *kneels*

Bedroom, 10 minutes later

Anni: *looks in closet*

Speed: *walks over* Find anything?

Anni: The opened safe.

Speed: Was it jimmied?

Anni: Nope. *kneels, grabs door* No forced entry.

Speed: So whoever opened the safe, knew the code.

Anni: Looks like there's some money missing too. *picks up paper* These usually wrap around 100s.

Speed: She never mentioned anything about money.

Anni: *lifts head* Maybe the templates were more important.

Speed: All of this seems a little odd, don't you think?

Anni: Yeah. *stands* Nothing taken from the living room but it's trashed and the safe's been opened using the code.

Speed: Seems like we need to have a chat with Riley, too. Let's print everything.

Anni: *nods*

Speed: *walks over to bathroom, opens door*

Anni: *opens kit*

Speed: *steps into bathroom, clicks on flashlight*

Anni: *dusts safe*

Speed: Got dried blood here.

Anni: Could have been there for any number of reasons.

Speed: It's smeared on the tile

Anni: *picks up tape lifter*

Speed: *kneels, opens kit*

Anni: How were the kids while I was away?

Speed: They were great.

Anni: *stands, walks over*

Speed: *swabs blood*

Anni: *looks around*

Speed: *stands*

Anni: Hey, I have an idea. You have the UV machine in the truck?

Speed: *looks at Anni*

Anni: Just a hunch.

20 minutes later

Speed: *plugs in UV machine*

Anni: Okay, hit the lights.

Speed: *turns off lights*

Anni: *flips on machine*

Entire bathroom glows

Speed: *looks around*

Anni: Wow. That's a lot of bleach action.

Speed: It's a bathroom.

Anni: When's the last time you poured bleach around the drains?

Speed: *looks at Anni*

Anni: I think there's more blood than we're seeing. Let's check the bedroom.

Bedroom, 10 minutes later

Anni: *flips switch*

Speed: Check out the carpet.

Anni: *looks down at floor* There's directionality. Scatters toward the bed. There's overlapping.

Speed: What the hell happened in here?

Anni: *takes off protective glasses* You want to take Riley or the boyfriend?

Speed: *rips off latex gloves* Don't tempt me.

Club, Ocean Drive

Anni: *walks in, looks around*

Clark: *wiping counter*

Anni: *steps up to counter*

Clark: What can I get you?

Anni: Some information. Are you Clark Richardson?

Clark: *smiles* I see my reputation precedes me. Listen, meet me around back and I'll set you up with Gina. She'll show you the ropes but I get 20%.

Anni: *lifts badge*

Clark: *smile fades* ...Which of course is in regards to legal activities.

Anni: Riley Levine. You're her boyfriend?

Clark: That's me.

Anni: And you live with her.

Clark: Yeah. Why?

Anni: Where were you between 6 and 8am?

Clark: I was here. Bar stays open 24 hours, my shift started at 5.

Anni: I'm sure someone can verify that.

Clark: Well we don't actually have a formal clock-in system. It broke about a year ago after the hurricane messed up all the power connections on this block.

Anni: Then the person who was here before you will tell me the same thing.

Clark: She actually had an early flight to Barbados so she's gone.

Anni: *smirks* You sure have an answer for everything.

Clark: It's part of being a bartender in this part of town. You have to be a tourist information center, therapist and bouncer.

Anni: Then you won't mind telling me about your relationship with Riley.

Clark: Why, did something happen to her? Did she call you guys? If she's hurt, I want to know about it.

Anni: Her condo was broken into this morning. When did you two meet?

Clark: About 6 or so months ago. I was looking for dancers at a fashion gig downtown. She was there showcasing some of her company's new clothing.

Anni: Is that part of your official job?

Clark: We're encouraged here to show initiative.

Anni: I'll take that as a no.

Clark: Riley and I started seeing each other shortly thereafter.

Anni: Do you two ever fight?

Clark: Of course. All couples have disagreements.

Anni: *nods* Have any of your 'disagreements' gotten out of hand?

Clark: Did she tell you that?

Anni: It's just part of the investigation.

Clark: It sounds like you're accusing me of something.

Anni: We have to be thorough.

Clark: I didn't steal anything from my own condo and I certainly didn't hurt her.

Anni: It's not your condo.

Clark: Excuse me?

Anni: Your name's not on the lease.

Clark: I want to speak with Riley.

Anni: Sorry, she's in the middle of an interview with another detective.

Clark: Then I want this other detective's name. Riley doesn't speak to anyone unless we both agree to it.

Anni: Unfortunately, that's not how it works. But you can come down to the station and give us a sample of your DNA and prints to rule you out as a suspect.

Clark: I know my rights, I don't have to do any of that without a warrant.

Anni: Don't leave town.

Interrogation room

Speed: *sits at table*

Riley: *crosses arms*

Speed: I'd like to collect a sample of your DNA and prints for the investigation.

Riley: Why?

Speed: It's standard procedure in cases like these.

Riley: Do I have to?

Speed: It would be a good idea to cooperate.

Riley: *looks down at table, shakes head*

Speed: Riley, if you refuse, I'll have to get a warrant and that's not going to be very difficult.

Riley: I can't.

Speed: Why? What are you afraid of?

Riley: *staring at table*

Speed: Is it Clark?

Riley: *lifts eyes*

Speed: Riley you need to tell me if he's hurting you.

Riley: *looks out window*

Speed: *angry sigh*

TBC...............................
 
Oh, no. Poor Riley. *hugs her*

*kicks Clark*

I think Speed better be careful with this investigation, so that he doesn't end up getting himself in trouble...

Yay for Matty getting some answers! :D I hope he isn't too bothered by the fact that he's related to Henry... :lol:

Great updates! :D
 
Oh poor Riley! To think, she was the one I thought would get away scot free...she ends up with an ass. I severely hope that this can be rectified soon- because if Clark gets out , he's going to go to work on Riley, and sadly, it could end badly. I just hope that she talks. Things can get really bad if she doesn't talk...


Awesome update:D
 
OOOh ! Riley! looks like you've gotten yourself into a whole heap of trouble girl! I hope Speed doesn't get into trouble! I think Horatio better have him back off right now before theirs another beating and ends up being Clark! not good!

Tom you big baby suck it up and quit being such a puss. You have to go to these thing every now and then! If this one of you little tactics to get into Lori's paint again then you better think about that one again!

aww! Speed and Katie having all four kids at once thats a miracle that know one was maimed or killed ! lol!

Great update Geni.
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D

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Miami Lab, hallway, 11am

Speed: *walking, shaking head*

Anni: *follows* The judge wouldn't sign off on the warrant?

Speed: She thinks I might be emotionally compromised so she won't hear my evidence.

Anni: So let me talk to the judge.

Speed: Yeah well you'll need to present something I didn't process. I'm off the case.

Anni: Horatio got to you, huh. Listen, I got the DNA back on the blood samples. All of it was Riley.

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: Are you going to be okay?

Speed: For there to be that much blood, h-

Anni: He had to have been beating her for some time, I know. I'm going to go talk to her.

Speed: Where's Clark.

Anni: I'm not telling you.

Speed: *frowns*

Anni: I'll let you know how it goes. *walks away*

Speed: *places hands on hips*

Fingerprint lab

Anni: *walks over* How are we doing on the prints from the safe?

Delko: I have 2 different sets. One belongs to Riley Levine.

Anni: And the other?

Delko: Doesn't match her boyfriend.

Anni: So we still have another suspect to find. Did you run it through AFIS?

Delko: It's searching as we speak.

Anni: Let me know what you find, I have an interview to conduct.

Interrogation room

Clark: *picks at nails*

Anni: *sits, places pictures onto table*

Clark: What the hell's that?

Anni: Riley's bathroom and bedroom under UV lighting. There's evidence of a large amount of blood. The overlap of samples means blood was repeatedly spilled and cleaned in the same area.

Clark: Riley's clumsy.

Anni: Yeah I'm clumsy too. But it doesn't land me into my husband's fists.

Clark: I never hit her.

Anni: You have bruises on your knuckles.

Clark: A patron wouldn't leave the club yesterday, I had to assist. It's part of my job.

Anni: I'm going to ask Riley about all of this and she's going to flip on you so you'd better start telling me the truth.

Clark: There's nothing to tell.

Anni: Look at the pictures. That's not the result of someone stubbing their toe.

Clark: We have a lot of people over at our place for parties. Sometimes people get sick after a few too many and I use bleach to clean it. Ask anyone. Half the neighbors party with us.

Anni: I will. In the meantime, you stay put. *stands, walks away*

Atrium

Riley: *lifts head*

Speed: *sits* You need to talk.

Riley: I can't.

Speed: Then let me take you to the hospital. Your body will do all the talking.

Riley: You don't understand.

Speed: I do understand. I also know he's not going to change.

Riley: *lowers head*

Speed: How long as he been doing this to you?

Riley: I have to go. *stands*

Speed: *stands, takes Riley's arm* Stay at my place tonight.

Riley: I can't ask you to do that for m-

Speed: I'm your family.

Riley: I don't want to impose.

Speed: Don't worry about it.

Riley: Thanks. But no thanks. *walks away*

Speed: *sighs, pulls out cellphone*

Hallway

Anni: *walking*

Delko: *runs over* Hey, got your AFIS results.

Anni: Oh, thanks. *grabs paper* Tony Richardson. Related to the battery suspect?

Delko: Yep. Brother. His company requires all employees to log their prints into the system.

Anni: So the boyfriend's brother opened the safe. Let's bring him in.

Interrogation room

Tony: *walks in, sits*

Anni: Mister Richardson, have you ever been to a condo on Miami Beach belonging to Riley Levine?

Tony: Sure. Riley's a cool chick.

Anni: Where were you between 6-8am this morning?

Tony: My truck. I was responding to calls. I'm an electrician.

Anni: So your GPS can verify that.

Tony: Most of my clients this morning were on Miami Beach so yeah, I was on the block.

Anni: I'm going to look inside your truck. And after that, I'm going to look in your house for the stolen items.

Tony: Whoa whoa whoa. What stolen items?

Anni: Fashion templates and over 30 grand in cash from a safe in her bedroom.

Tony: *sits up* I didn't steal any fashion garbage and I sure as hell didn't steal cash. I'm a professional. Is she saying that I took something?

Anni: When were you last there?

Tony: Couple days ago. Clark called me, said the safe wasn't working. He wanted me to come in and check the wiring. Riley gave me the code but I didn't take anything. I fixed it and I got out of there, she even paid me. I have her credit card number on file.

Anni: I'll need to take that.

Tony: Sure. You can check everything.

Anni: Thanks.

CSI Garage

Delko: This the electrician's truck?

Anni: Yeah. *flips seat forward* I'm looking for a hidden compartment.

Delko: I just checked his financial records. The only deposit was 300 dollars for 90 minute's work at Riley's house.

Anni: So if he stole the items, he hasn't cashed in yet.

Delko: Unless he has another account. Have you been able to get the boyfriend's account records?

Anni: Not yet. I'm trying to get a hold of a judge for a warrant.

Delko: How's Speed handling the Riley stuff?

Anni: *lifts eyes* He's disappointed. It's never an easy thing to find out, but especially not for the second time. She doesn't seem to want his help.

Delko: It's so weird how women flock to their abusers instead of safety.

Anni: Yeah. Hopefully that'll change.

Delko: Hopefully we'll be able to put his ass in jail.

Anni: That too.

Interrogation room, 8pm

Clark: Am I finished yet?

Delko: No, you're not. We weren't able to verify your alibi.

Clark: I don't know what else to tell you, man. I was at work at 5am.

Delko: *looks out window*

Anni: *shakes head*

Delko: *looks at Clark* Sit tight. *walks away*

Outside interrogation room

Delko: *walks over* What's up?

Anni: His accounts are clean. No record of any transactions.

Delko: How about Riley's account?

Anni: *lifts brows* You think she stole her own money? That's reaching just a tad.

Delko: She's our last player and she isn't talking.

Anni: *sigh* Okay. Maybe Clark beat her into putting the money into her account to thwart our investigation.

Delko: Then why report it to the police?

Anni: To cast suspicion off herself? To cry for help?

Delko: We need to see her accounts.

Anni: Great. She's the victim and we're treating her like a suspect. I mean, did you see the condition of her bathroom? There's no way that was from a bunch of drunk party-goers.

Delko: I don't deny that she's a victim but that doesn't excuse the potential crime. It's insurance fraud.

Anni: Let's just...find some evidence either way, okay? *walks away*

A/V lab

Anni: Talk to me.

Katie: You do realize I shouldn't even be anywhere near this case, right?

Anni: I'll put my name on the file.

Katie: I don't want to crack into someone's account on an official case.

Anni: Oh so now you grow ethics? I want to know if Clark has an off-shore account.

Katie: *typing*

Anni: *grabs chair, sits*

Katie: Isn't Horatio supposed to be overlooking this case?

Anni: Yeah so work quickly.

Katie: *typing*

Anni: Are we in?

Katie: Yes just be patient.

Anni: *looks around*

Katie: Okay, I'm in. He definitely doesn't have an off-shore account. You would have seen that after getting the warrant.

Anni: Check his brother, Tony.

Katie: *typing*

Anni: *staring at screen*

Katie: Neither does he.

Anni: Damnit. *scratches eyebrow* Okay...how about this. Check under the name Tony Clark.

Katie: *nods, types*

Anni: *looks around*

Katie: Found it. Tony Clark has an off-shore account. Cayman Islands. It has over 700 grand in it.

Anni: That could have come from the fashion templates alone. Can you get a specific transaction record?

Katie: Not without raising suspicion.

Anni: They have her money, Katie.

Katie: We don't really know that for sure. Maybe they've been saving up and they don't want to be taxed under our government.

Anni: You really believe that?

Katie: No but it's possible.

Anni: He's probably been taking advantage of her since the day they met. He got her money out of her, she's been beaten so far into silence that she's afraid to turn him in and what little she could do, won't hold up in a court of law. Any defense lawyer could twist this.

Katie: Not to mention you haven't exactly been kosher on this case. And here I thought Speed would lose it first.

Anni: We'll have to find another way to get him. A legal way.

Katie: There is no other way. The whole case is circumstantial.

Anni: Then we need to get her to talk.

Katie: Be my guest but what if she doesn't?

Anni: ...The guy walks.

Katie: *leans back in chair* I love my job. All this technology and expertise and we can't even arrest the guy for spitting on the sidewalk.

Anni: *sigh*

TBC......................................
 
Seems like Anni's got an intent- she's dead set on finding something on Clark- and that usually leads to protcol being broken and jobs lost. I hope that Anni doesn't lose her job, but someone needs to face plant Clark and his brother. AND Riley needs to start talking before she's six feet under. Things need to change...and quickly...

Awesome update:)
 
Well they need to think of something pronto or like Anni said the dude walks! Theirs got to be some kind of way to get her to open up, Jeez! What happened to the bouncy riley we all know and love that came to Miami in serch of her parants to get to know them better! i guess we'll never get to see that Riley again! Poor Speed he has the worst luck with his kids!

great update Geni!
 
I hope they get these guys... poor Riley. *hugs her*

I hope that Speed'll be okay, too. And Katie. And Lori, when she finds out. Does she even remember that Riley's her sister?

Great update!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :adore:

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Los Angeles, hotel room, 8pm, 3 days later

Tom: *walks in* Lori, get out. We were supposed to be at the dinner 15 minutes ago.

Lori: *smiles* I'm not finished my bubble bath. You look cute in your little bow tie, by the way.

Tom: I thought you said you wanted to get out of this hotel room for a while.

Lori: I do. When I'm finished my bath. *sips champagne* We have plenty of time.

Tom: No we don't. *grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: Whoa whoa! I'm naked here.

Tom: I don't care. Get dressed.

Lori: *splashes bubbles at Tom*

Tom: *frowns* Don't.

Lori: *blows bubbles at Tom*

Tom: Lori, I'm not kidding around. I'll kick your ass.

Lori: *smiles* Ooh, a challenge.

Tom: *lifts towel from rack* Get up.

Lori: *stands*

Tom: *turns head away*

Lori: *wraps towel around body, steps out of jacuzzi*

Tom: I'll get your dress. *walks away*

20 minutes later

Lori: *applies lip gloss*

Tom: *sigh* Lori.

Lori: *smacks lips together*

Tom: Hurry up.

Lori: You can't rush beauty.

Tom: You were beautiful before you unrolled the makeup train to nowhere. *grabs Lori's arm* Get your shoes and get out the door.

Lori: *trips* ACK! Do you have to push?

Tom: Yes.

Ballroom, table

Lori: *looks around* Wow you were right. These are geeks.

Tom: Say it a little louder, I don't think that guy's wife in the back heard you.

Lori: She's a porker.

Tom: Lori.

Lori: What? You made me cut my bubble bath short so I'm going to be politically incorrect. OH! Do you like the new bath salts I bought? *sticks out arm* Smell me.

Tom: *closes eyes* Let's not go there.

Lori: *smiles*

Hotel room, 1am

Lori: *walks in, twirls around* I had a LOVELY evening.

Tom: *walks in, shuts door* You insulted the keynote speaker to his face in front of all his peers.

Lori: Then he shouldn't have been looking at my ass.

Tom: I look at your ass all the time.

Lori: You're allowed to. You already know what's under there. *reaches down, pulls off shoe, staggers into wall*

Tom: *rolls eyes, walks past*

Lori: I think his wife was looking at my ass too. *looks at watch, blinks* It's 77 o'clock.

Tom: Not quite.

Lori: Do you find it hot in here? I find it hot in here. *steps out of other shoe, falls forward*

Tom: *turns around, grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: *lifts head, smiles* Hey handsome man.

Tom: You need to go to bed.

Lori: *smiling* Let's.

Tom: By yourself, sweetheart.

Lori: *staggers forward, grabs onto television* I want to watch a scary movie and smoke some pot.

Tom: No you don't.

Lori: *looks into television, smiles* Hey there pretty thang! *kisses television, giggles*

Tom: Lori, get away from the television before you break it.

Lori: *staggers backwards, looks down at arms* WHOA. I'm messed up. *lifts arms* Lookie! *smiles* I was a DRUG ADDICT! *falls over, laughing*

Tom: *sits on bed*

Lori: *snapping fingers* Let's do some blow, man. Just totally zonk out on powda! POW! *laughs*

Tom: *rubs eyes*

Lori: *reaches into nightstand, pulls out phonebook*

Tom: What the hell are you doing?

Lori: *knocks phone over* Ordering some coke.

Tom: I don't think that's possible.

Lori: *flips through pages* Coke...coke...*lifts head* wait, should I be looking for cocaine or-

Tom: Lori, you can't get cocaine from the phone book. What the hell do you want to do it for anyway?

Lori: You won't let me get pot.

Tom: *frowns*

Lori: *licks finger, flips through pages* Ah, here we go. Coke.

Tom: That's Coca Cola.

Lori: *stands, staggers back* I know a place down the street. Gas station. I heard a buncha dudes jabberin' on in Spanish about a deal and some white. OH! It'll be like a field trip!

Tom: *stands* No. No, you're not going anywhere.

Lori: Yes I am. *walks over to door, grabs purse*

Tom: *runs over* Lori, get back here.

Lori: *elbows Tom in the nose, runs*

Tom: AGH! *holds nose*

Outside, street

Tom: *walking* LORI.

Lori: *walking* Hey Tom! *turns around, waves*

Tom: Are you insane? This is the whole reason you're here. To keep me from doing stupid shit.

Lori: No one said anything about me, though.

Tom: *frowns* Get your ass back in the hotel.

Lori: Fine but the rest of me's going to go get some coke. *laughs, walks away*

Tom: *runs up* Would you watch it? There's traffic.

Lori: HEY! HOMIES! GIMME DRUGS, MAN!

Guy: *looks at Lori, lifts brow*

Lori: *skips over* Hiya. *grabs Guy's shirt* I wanna buy. Whatyagot?

Guy: *looks at Tom*

Tom: Don't even think about it.

Lori: Oh he's just pissed 'cause his mommy won't let him have any fun.

Guy: You got 20 bucks?

Lori: *smiles* Do I have 20 bucks. *reaches into purse*

Tom: Hey! What did I just say?

Lori: Anyone got change for a 100?

Guy: I'll take that.

Lori: Sure thang, partner. *stuffs 100 into Guy's pocket*

Guy: *hands bag over*

Tom: What's the matter with you? She's drunk out of her mind.

Guy: She's got cash. I don't care if she's some retard. *walks away*

Lori: *opens bag, smiles* Ooh, like Christmas.

Tom: *yanks bag away*

Lori: *lifts head, smile fades* It's mine.

Tom: You're not getting any of this. *holds bag over sewer grate*

Lori: NO! *jumps on Tom's back, grabs at bag*

Tom: *lets go of bag*

Lori: *catches bag, heels Tom in the gut*

Tom: AH!

Lori: *rips bag open, eats it*

Tom: LORI!

Lori: *falls onto ground, laughs* HA! I WIN!

Tom: *turns around* You don't even know how much it was! Or how pure it was! What the hell are you thinking!

Lori: *coughs* Powdery.

Tom: *grabs Lori's arm* Get up. We're going to get your stomach pumped.

Emergency Room, 20 minutes later

Tom: *walks up to counter*

Lady: *lifts head*

Tom: *yanks Lori over* She's ingested quite a bit of cocaine.

Lady: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *coughs*

Powder flies out

Lady: Have a seat.

Tom: She may have overdosed.

Lady: Is she suicidal?

Tom: No, but-

Lady: Then have a seat.

Tom: You're just going to let her die? I thought you people have protocols.

Lady: I've seen drug addicts take 60 pills in a sitting and still wake up the next day.

Tom: She's not a drug addict.

Lori: Yes I am! *smiles, holds out arms*

Tom: *pushes Lori's arm* She's drunk. Now I'm not a doctor but alcohol and cocaine don't usually go together well.

Lori: They seem dandy to me.

Lady: I'll see if we have a doctor available. *stands, runs*

Lori: Wow, everyone around here's so spinny.

Tom: Lori, you can die. Soon.

Lori: Balderdash. *smiles* I just said an old-timey word.

Tom: *grabs Lori's arms* You're shaking.

Lori: But it's so hot in here.

Tom: You need to sit.

Lori: *blinking*

Lady: *runs in* Get a gurney!

Paramedic: *runs*

Doctor: *runs over* Where is she?

Lady: Over here. *grabs Lori's arm*

Lori: Let go of me. I don't know you.

Paramedic: *slides gurney over*

Tom: *lifts Lori* Get on.

Lori: NO! *kicks legs, screams*

Doctor: When did she take it?

Tom: About 20 minutes ago.

Doctor: Let's start gastric lavage. Someone get me an endotracheal tube.

Tom: *shoves Lori onto gurney*

Lori: *screaming*

Paramedic: *straps Lori down*

Doctor: Move!

Emergency Room, 3am

Tom: *pulls curtain across, steps in*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: How does charcoal taste?

Lori: *frowning*

Tom: *pulls chair over, sits* Sorry you wasted 100 bucks.

Lori: ...Are you going to tell Scott?

Tom: Which part? I don't even know where to start.

Lori: He doesn't need to know.

Tom: Lori, drunk or not...some part of you wanted it. If you're not going to tell Scott why, at least let me in on it.

Lori: I wasn't trying to die.

Tom: Then what were you thinking?

Lori: ...You ever feel like you're in a tiny room that's running out of air?

Tom: *stares at Lori*

TBC..................................
 
OO If she didn't want to die, then wtf was all that? Drunk for one...and then she shoves powder down her throat... Something was going on with her. I know we're all human and I don't have the right to judge *especially not a character of a story* but this hits home for me, and I have the same stance with it there as I do here - She either gets help or finds her own way. It's only going to take one time for her to slip up and destroy everyone's life. She needs an intervention before that happens...

Now that I've ranted... Awesome update. And HOORAY...Tom stayed sober...

Awesome!
 
OOOH ! Not good Lori! I think shes acting out because shes been told about her past and she thinks thats the way shes suppose to be and all the thing that she used to know are mostly gone and now shes face with this life that she doesn't recognize and she can't really deal with it! Good thing Tom was with her, but she needs some serious help before she offs herself and no one can save her then.

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D

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LA, hotel room, 6am

Tom: *opens door* Time for bed. *wraps arm around Lori's waist*

Lori: I don't need your help.

Tom: You sure needed it on the way up.

Lori: I'm tired, not incapable.

Tom: I know.

Lori: *sits on bed*

Tom: *kneels, unties Lori's boots*

Lori: ...I'm sorry.

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Lori: I was supposed to keep you out of trouble.

Tom: Life is rarely predictable. I've learned that from being around you. *pulls off boot*

Lori: You must think I'm insane.

Tom: You're actually a lot of fun when you're sober.

Lori: *scoffs* Thanks. I think.

Tom: It's interesting. Scott fell in love with the drug addict and I fell in love with the human being.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: At the time, of course.

Lori: Right.

Tom: *stands, unzips Lori's dress*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Tom: Take this off, I'm going to get your pyjamas. *walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

10 minutes later

Lori: *lies on bed*

Tom: *sits on opposite bed, picks up remote*

Lori: No. *grabs remote* I'm not really in the mood to listen to peppy news anchors. *throws remote against wall*

Tom: Okay.

Lori: Lie down with me.

Tom: *lifts brow* I think you should be alone right now. Especially if you're going to upchuck more of last night's dessert.

Lori: I won't.

Tom: I can sit with you but I have a lot to get done this morning. *sits* Our flight's this afternoon. *looks down at Lori*

Lori: *asleep*

Tom: *nods*

Manhattan, street, 9am

Steph: *points* DADDY! It's your buildin'!

Scott: That's right. And what did we agree on?

Steph: I'm not to run off.

Scott: Exactly. It's a big place so I don't want to lose you. *opens door*

Steph: *runs in*

Scott: *walks in*

Receptionist: *smiles* Mister Finch, it's nice to see you.

Steph: *takes off jacket, throws it to the floor*

Scott: *walks up to counter* Is Robert in yet? *kneels, picks up jacket* Steph, don't push the elevator buttons.

Steph: *looks back* ...*lowers hand*

Receptionist: He's in a meeting. Would you like me to call him?

Scott: No, that's fine.

Amy: *smiles, places hands on hips* Scott Finch.

Scott: *turns around*

Amy: *smiling*

Scott: Hey! *smiles* What are you doing here? *walks over*

Amy: *wraps arms around Scott* Don't worry, APL doesn't have a lawsuit on its hands.

Scott: *laughs* Well that's good to hear.

Amy: *lets go* My mother's upstairs setting up an account. It's a nice place you have here.

Scott: Thanks.

Amy: How have you been?

Scott: Oh same old.

Amy: Really? I read in the newspaper that you were in a plane crash.

Scott: Like I said, same old.

Amy: *smirks* Well, it's good to see you in one piece. We should really grab a coffee or something.

Scott: *nods* Yeah, definitely. Are you free this afternoon?

Amy: Sure.

Scott: Great, why don't I call you.

Amy: Perfect. *looks over at elevator* Is that your daughter?

Scott: *looks at Steph* Hey! What did I just tell you!

Steph: *steps out of elevator* I wasn't doin' nothin'.

Scott: *looks at Amy* So later then.

Amy: *nods* See you.

Scott: *walks away*

Inside elevator

Steph: *rocks back and forth on feet*

Scott: You'll have to stay with Robert for a couple hours this afternoon.

Steph: Why?

Scott: I'm having coffee with someone.

Steph: Why?

Scott: She's an old friend.

Steph: Oh. Do you love her too?

Scott: *looks at Steph* What do you mean?

Steph: Tommy loves Mommy.

Scott: Uh, no sweetie. I don't love Amy.

Steph: How come?

Scott: I love your mother.

Steph: *furrows brow, looks down at floor*

Elevator doors open

Scott: *grabs Steph's hand* C'mon.

Office

Steph: *jumps onto chair*

Scott: *picks up file*

Steph: *spins in chair*

Scott: *grabs chair* Please don't do that.

Steph: When's Bobby gettin' here?

Scott: Soon. *opens file*

Steph: When's Mommy coming home?

Scott: Should be today.

Steph: Whatcha readin'?

Scott: Mail.

Bob: *walks in* My mail?

Scott: *lifts head*

Bob: *smiles* I'll take that. *grabs file* Hey Steph.

Steph: Hi. *waves*

Bob: What brings you to my office?

Scott: I'm looking for the memo we should have received by the city about the building code.

Bob: We're not up to code?

Scott: There were some ammendments made by the city last month so the inspector's supposed to come back.

Bob: Great.

Scott: You mind watching Steph this afternoon?

Bob: *smiles* Sure, we'll have lots of fun.

Steph: YAY!

TBC..................................
 
Oh, man. Just when you think Lori's going to start being okay... :(

Thank goodness Tom reacted so quickly and advocated for her. Otherwise, that might not have ended so well.

Steph is so cute, but I get the feeling she's going to be a lot for Bob. But he's gonna like that. So it should be cute.

*hangs head* I can't remember who Amy is.

Hooray for Tom! :D

Great updates! :)
 
It's good that Lori survived. I'd hate to see how Tom was going to explain that. And...Amy...refresh my memory...who was she again? Do I sense a bit of...exploration? I only ask because Scott never really goes to have coffee with anyone... Hmmm...interesting.

Awesome update:)
 
Good thing I can remember so well! You know Amy ! The girl who was suppose to mary Tom! The one who's kid got killed ! You know Amy!

lol! Bob i think theres about to be some big fun in your future but for some reason I'm thinking you are not gonna enjoy it as much as Steph is ! lol!

Yeah its probably a good thing that Lori is ok and coming home to Scott! I really don't think that Tom needs to explain that one to Scott!

Gee Scott sorry I took Lori with me and I really wanted to bring her back to you safe and sound, But uh now shes dead! So how about those Cowboys huh! lol! Somehow I just don't think it would work real well!

Great update Geni!
 
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