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

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Oh, man. Even when she tries to stay away from the drugs, Lori gets unintentionally drugged. :(

Speed and Katie are cute, but I think Katie needs to re-learn how to deal with 2 year olds. Showing them pretty knives is not a good idea... :lol:

*snuggles Steph and Dom*

Aww, Tom and Anni. I hope they're okay. :D

Great updates!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D

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Miami Lab, 7am

Steph: *grabs Speed's hand* Why are we here?

Speed: I need to talk to Horatio.

Steph: Oh. Who's that?

Speed: My boss.

Steph: And then I can go home?

Speed: I'll have to call your parents first.

Steph: They sure don't like us around, do they.

Speed: *looks at Steph* Of course they do. There's just been some stuff that's come up.

Steph: There's always stuff comin' up, Grampa.

Speed: I know. *pushes through doors*

Trace lab

Tom: *lifts head*

Steph: TOMMY!

Tom: *looks at Speed*

Speed: Mind watching her for a few minutes? I have to speak with H.

Tom: Sure.

Speed: *kneels* Steph, listen to me very carefully.

Steph: *nods*

Speed: You cannot touch anything in this room. Understand?

Steph: Okay.

Speed: *stands, walks away*

Steph: *looks at Tom*

Tom: Hop up.

Steph: Can't.

Tom: Why not?

Steph: Can't touch anything.

Tom: You can sit in the chair.

Steph: But then I'd be touching it.

Tom: He means everything else.

Steph: Oh. *climbs onto chair* Whatcha workin' on?

Tom: Very little pieces of thread.

Steph: Momma said you're a cop.

Tom: I am.

Steph: *looks around* This isn't a police station, Tommy.

Tom: It's a crime lab. I'm catching criminals with science.

Steph: Is it hard?

Tom: Sometimes.

Steph: I wanna catch bad guys too.

Tom: *smirks* Maybe you can someday.

Steph: Why can't I now?

Tom: Sweetie, the bad guys are a little bigger than you right now.

Steph: *crosses arms, leans back in chair* I hate being little.

Tom: Yeah it sucks. Here, check it out. *slides microscope over*

Steph: *looks at Tom*

Tom: It's okay. I want you to see something.

Steph: *looks into microscope*

Tom: *adjusts focus* Tell me when you see something.

Steph: I see.

Tom: Okay. What do you see?

Steph: Shiny stuff.

Tom: What else?

Steph: Brown. Kinda red too.

Tom: And?

Steph: It's really teeny. *lifts head* Tommy, I know what this is.

Tom: *smirks* Do you.

Steph: Yup. *places hands on hips* That's from a palm tree.

Tom: *lifts brow* Palm tree.

Steph: We have a bunch in the backyard. When I play with Dommy, he gets those thingies in his hair.

Tom: *looks at microscope* I'm not sure you can tell that just by looking at it.

Steph: They're all over the place, Tommy.

Speed: *walks over* Steph, let's go.

Tom: *scratches head*

Speed: What's wrong with you?

Tom: *spins microscope around* I need a second opinion.

Speed: *looks into microscope*

Tom: *crosses arms*

Speed: *lifts head* It's fibers from a palm tree.

Tom: What?

Steph: *smiles* I win.

Tom: That's impossible.

Speed: It's easy to recognize if you're familiar with the local plant life. Come on, Steph. I'll take you home.

Steph: *jumps off chair, runs*

Speed: *walks away*

Tom: *stares at microscope* ...A 6-year old beat me. I'm officially a loser.

Gables Estates, house, kitchen, 7:30am

Scott: *drinks coffee*

Lori: *walks over to table, grabs chair*

Scott: *lifts eyes* Morning.

Lori: *flops into chair, slams head on table*

Scott: I take it you've slowed down some.

Lori: I'm sure you find this very amusing.

Scott: I never like to see you suffer.

Lori: This is all your fault.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Despite the fact that last night was incredibly fun.

Scott: *smirks, drinks coffee*

Lori: *lifts finger, wags it* Never ever again.

Scott: Think you're going to be okay?

Lori: I choose not to answer.

Scott: That concerns me.

Lori: *lifts eyes* ...Me too.

Scott: What are we going to do about it?

Lori: I want my kids.

Scott: Your father should be on his way.

Lori: Good.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's back* I know this is a bit short notice but I got a call early this morning and I have to head back to New York until tonight.

Lori: *lifts head* What? Why?

Scott: There's a building code inspector doing a second inspection and I have to be there. I'm sorry.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: I'll try to get back as quick as I can.

Lori: Right.

Scott: I promise.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: *stands, walks away*

Lori: *lowers eyes*

Manhattan, apartment, 11am

Tia: *opens door, smiles*

Scott: How are you?

Tia: I'm...doing okay. Uh, please come in. *steps aside*

Scott: *walks in, looks around* I like what you've done with the place.

Tia: You were right. Color does seem to change one's mood and it's nice to come home to after a long night. Thanks for watching Noah the other night, by the way. You didn't have to.

Scott: It wasn't a problem. Which reminds me...*pulls envelope from jacket, hands it to Tia*

Tia: *takes envelope*

Scott: *stares at Tia*

Tia: *opens envelope, pulls out money* ...*lifts head* What's this for?

Scott: Noah.

Tia: This is 500 dollars.

Scott: Twice a month.

Tia: *sigh* Scott...I-

Scott: Can accept it.

Tia: *wraps arms around Scott*

Scott: *blinks*

Tia: You don't know how much this means.

Noah: *sits on couch, digs into cereal*

Tia: *steps back*

Scott: *looks at Noah*

Tia: Do you have to leave?

Scott: Yeah. I need to get back to Miami.

Tia: When will you be back?

Scott: Next week.

Tia: ...Noah has a school thing next week. It's a...father/son thing. He's been asking if...he's been asking for you.

Scott: *stares at Noah* ...I'll be here.

Tia: Thank you.

Scott: *places hand on Tia's shoulder* Take care.

Tia: *nods*

Scott: *leaves*

Tia: *sigh*

Gables Estates, house, kitchen, 4pm

Lori: *places plate on table*

Steph: *stares at plate*

Dominick: *scrunches nose*

Lori: What? It's good.

Steph: What is it?

Lori: Beans and noodles.

Steph: It's moving.

Lori: Oh stop it, it's not moving. You've been watching too many movies.

Steph: *pokes Dominick* It's moving.

Dominick: *starts to cry*

Lori: *frowns* Way to go. No dessert.

Steph: Aw, nuts.

Scott: *walks in, places briefcase onto counter* Something smells good.

Steph: It's worms.

Scott: *looks at Lori* I thought we decided no more grub.

Lori: Hilarious. My cooking might not be rosette standards but it gets the job done just as well.

Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek* It looks lovely.

Lori: Thank you.

TBC..................................
 
LOL...Gotta love the double life! One has to wonder...how long can this go on without Lori scratching her head about the time he's spending away from home and not necessarily at work? Scott's burning both ends of the wick here, and sadly, that never fairs well for either camp. It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

LOL@ Tom....

and Lori...finally coming down has it's detractants. Lori's just found each and every one of them...

And God LOVE Stephie...LOL

Awesome update!
 
Lol! at Steph getting the job don for Tom at the lab! Hire the kid before someone else does! lol!

Oh Scott what are you doing? and why are you playing daddy to Tia's little brat is their something we don't know about this? Lori is gonna be really mad when she find out about this.

I still love Speed when hes all in Fatherly or in Stephs case Grand Fatherly mode! theirs just something so cute about him being all cute with the kids. Sigh!

Great update Geni!
 
Haha, a six-year-old beat Tom to the answer... :lol: I love Steph. :D

Scotty, hon, you're playing with fire. I know you think you need to save the world, but you also need to take care of your own family.

Speed, you rock. :D

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

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Condo, 11pm

Katie: *lies down*

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie*

Katie: *sigh*

Speed: *closes eyes*

Katie: ...The place is empty once again.

Speed: Yeah.

Katie: Face it, you love kids.

Speed: I love it when they leave.

Katie: Keep telling yourself that.

Speed: *kisses Katie's shoulder*

Katie: *sits up* What was that noise?

Speed: *sigh* There was no noise.

Katie: Santa? *jumps out of bed*

Speed: *blinks* You're how old?

Katie: Get me your gun.

Speed: Katie, even if it was Santa Clause, which I highly doubt...I'm not going to let you blow a hole in his jolly face.

Katie: I'm not going to shoot him, I'm just going to wing him.

Speed: Too bad.

Katie: *looks at Speed* Haven't you ever wanted to catch him?

Speed: *lifts brow* Who.

Katie: Santa. Every since I was a little girl, I've wanted to trap him and force him to eat my Christmas cookies. Every year I made them and every year they went untouched.

Speed: Maybe that's because imaginary people have imaginary stomachs.

Katie: I vowed to myself that I'd get him and teach him a lesson. *reaches into drawer, pulls out letter opener* Mom used to tell me that Santa never ate the cookies because he doubled as mall security at night. She said he couldn't personally make our house or his boss would kick his ass to the curb like the neighbor's fath...

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: At any rate, I-

Speed: Your father worked mall security?

Katie: Shut up and get your gun. *walks away*

Speed: *tilts head* Not touching that one.

Kitchen

Katie: *crouches, lifts letter opener*

Speed: Stop it, you look like an idiot. *flicks on lights*

Katie: What are you doing? Santa will know we're onto him!

Speed: *looks out window* Jesus. *runs outside*

Katie: Yeah! Go get him!

Lawn

Speed: *kneels* Tom?

Tom: *coughs* I broke your fence.

Speed: What the hell happened to you?

Tom: I got, *wipes cheek* side-swiped by some guy at the lab. *looks down at hand*

Speed: Someone attacked you in the lab?

Tom: Parkinglot, I was leaving. *stands, staggers back*

Speed: *grabs Tom's arm*

Tom: *leans against car* Followed him this way but he took off.

Speed: Did you know him?

Katie: *runs over*

Tom: I don't know, he took a swing at me before I could really see.

Katie: You're not Santa.

Tom: *looks at Katie*

Katie: You ruined my whole night.

Speed: Why don't you come inside. I'll call someone so they can continue the pursuit.

Kitchen

Speed: *hands over ice*

Tom: *places ice against forehead*

Katie: Tim never gets beat up when he leaves work.

Tom: ...I'm a popular guy.

Katie: In the drug world.

Tom: *stares at Katie*

Katie: *smiles*

Speed: Katie, don't start.

Katie: It's the only reason anyone would want to beat the crap out of him. He probably pissed off a lot of people.

Tom: A lot of people hate cops, too. Ever think of that?

Katie: It was probably the husband of some wife you screwed.

Tom: *slams ice onto counter, walks away*

Door slams

Katie: Moody.

Speed: *sigh*

Katie: What?

Speed: He's a good guy, Katie.

Katie: Pfft, he thinks so.

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Katie: Ugh fine, I'll go talk to him. *walks away*

Outside

Tom: *opens car door*

Katie: *walks over*

Tom: I'll pay for the fence.

Katie: I'm sorry.

Tom: *looks back*

Katie: I was being unfair to you.

Tom: *turns around* You're very lucky for two reasons. One, you're Anni's friend. Two, you're Lori's mother. Otherwise, I'd have no problem dropping you on your ass.

Katie: You and I should spend time together.

Tom: Excuse me?

Katie: We need to learn to get along.

Tom: You need to learn tact.

Katie: People keep telling me that.

Tom: Take their advice. *sits in car, slams door*

Katie: *frowns*

TBC............................................
 
Poor Tom can't catch a break . I'm supposing he has this neon sign that says "kick me" or something. His luck is good though- Tim and Katie could've been gone, leaving him to deal with his injuries.

Katie...she does need to learn tact, seriously. But I thought it was cool that she at least tried. Now...if she could just watch every other word she says...


Awesome update:)
 
LOL! Well i guess he told her the what for! lol! She need to chill on Tom and learn to get along! lol! And wait did hell just freeze over? Did Speed just call Tom a Good Guy! OMG! hell did freeze over ! lol! Well maybe hes lerned to accept him finally! I mean he is raising Speeds kid! He could do a lot worse!

What do you mean Santa's imaginary ? Damn I guess that explains why I never get anything for Christmas anymore! Sniffs!

Great update Geni!
 
Aww, poor Tom. *hugs him*

Katie, seriously, you need to learn some restraint, sweetie. :p

Go Speed for sticking up for Tom! :D

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

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New York Christian Academy, 1 week later

Scott: *steps over to fence, pulls out cellphone*

Bob: *walks out of doors*

Scott: *pressing buttons*

Bob: *steps over* I didn't realize the owner of the company was required to show up at the Christmas party for a private elementary school.

Scott: *looks at Bob* What?

Bob: APL provided the tree in the lobby.

Scott: I made a promise to someone.

Bob: Is that why you were participating in that father/son craft session thing?

Scott: *looks down at phone*

Bob: Last I checked, Dominick didn't go to this school.

Scott: Well you know me, I like to help my community.

Bob: There's a soup kitchen downtown that needs volunteers.

Scott: *fiddling with phone*

Bob: What's her name?

Scott: *shakes head* It's not like that.

Bob: Sure it isn't.

Scott: *lifts eyes* I'm here for a friend.

Bob: Then I'm sure Lori knows about it.

Scott: *snaps phone shut* How long have we known each other?

Bob: Going on 8 years.

Scott: And in those 8 years have I ever done anything that would indicate I had an agenda serving my own satisfaction and to the detriment of anyone else?

Bob: This would be a first.

Scott: I don't think you understand the point I'm trying to make.

Bob: I understand it perfectly. But if you expect me to believe you're the same man I met 8 years ago, you're sorely mistaken.

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: So let's cut the PC run-around boardroom shit. You're seeing another woman.

Scott: I'm helping a friend get back on her feet.

Bob: By enrolling her son in a private school. You think she has the money to keep that up?

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: This seems like a longterm thing, Scotty. What are you getting out of this?

Scott: I'm just tired of seeing people who work hard always getting the short end of the stick. If I have the means to help someone, it's my choice how.

Bob: There are a lot of ways this could end badly.

Scott: I know what I'm doing.

Bob: Remember when you told me what happened when Lori was 'helping a friend get back on his feet'?

Scott: That's not going to happen.

Bob: I hope not. For your sake.

Scott: *lowers head*

Bob: I'm not sure I entirely believe your motivations but I really do hope you're telling the truth. *places hand on Scott's shoulder* You know where to find me. *walks away*

Scott: *nods*

Apartment, 8pm

Tia: Go on and get ready for bed.

Noah: *runs away*

Tia: *turns around* I really appreciate this. He had a blast with you.

Scott: *lifts box* Give this to him for me.

Tia: *takes box* ...A gift? Why can't you give it to him?

Scott: I'm going to be in Miami for Christmas.

Tia: Right.

Scott: Have you thought about visiting family?

Tia: *lowers head* ...Not unless I have a ring on my finger by Saturday. My family doesn't know about Noah and I'm not sure they'd like to hear how it happened.

Scott: They know what you do for a living.

Tia: Another reason I can't go home.

Scott: Listen I uh...I know Noah's education is important to you. I set up a college fund for him.

Tia: *lifts head*

Scott: He'll have access to it when he turns 21.

Tia: *staring at Scott*

Scott: It's only half of what he probably needs but then, he's going to work his ass off for the rest, right?

Tia: *smiles* He'd better.

Scott: *smirks*

Tia: You should stay for coffee. It might not be enough to repay you but-

Scott: I'd like that.

Tia: *smiles, grabs Scott's hand*

APL Financial, 100th floor, 10pm

Bob: *sits at desk*

Matthew: *walks over* You wanted to see me?

Bob: *lifts head* You did some internal investigative work for the firm you worked for a few years ago, right?

Matthew: Yeah.

Bob: I need you to do the same here. You're new so I'm to assume you have a limited bias.

Matthew: I'll do whatever you need.

Bob: I want you to look into Scott Finch.

Matthew: *lifts brow* Sir?

Bob: Finance papers record each time he's supposed to come in because of the flights he has to take on company time. I want you to cross reference the flights with the digital confirmation his card number leaves whenever he walks into the building. *places folder onto table* This is his card information.

Matthew: How far back do you want me to look?

Bob: At least a year, to be safe.

Matthew: *nods* I'll start on it right now.

Bob: No. You're going to start tomorrow at a reasonable hour. But this conversation stays between the two of us, got it?

Matthew: Yes sir.

Bob: Go home.

Matthew: *walks away*

Bob: *leans back in chair, rubs eyes*

TBC......................................
 
Bob is spinning his wheels...I'm led to believe that he's looking into Scott because he wants to make sure that things are on the up and up ( which if you ask me, it's not- Scotty's getting in way over his head here). I can definitely see where Bob is trying to keep things on the right path...

Speaking of Scott...just exactly how does he feel like this is going to end. For sure, I can see Tia getting emotionally involved, Scotty's ALREADY emotionally involved...And let's not forget this was the woman that his mother set him up for sex.... YEAH...this is just going to be SO much fun....


Awesome update!
 
Oh Shit! Bob I hope you know what your asking Matt to do! Not only are you starting to poke into Scott's other life but you are about to cause two worlds to collide, being Scot and Matt. Matt hasn't found out about Scott being his brother yet and I'm sure things are going to go south when he does.

Not to mention Scott being pissed at Bob digging aroune in his life like that! Lori insn't gonna be to happy ether when she finds out whats been going on. Lets remember this is not the same Lori we all know and love. Shes not gonna get that Scott is trying to be some kind of humanitarian or what ever he thinks hes doing!

this is not gonna be a good ending at all!

Great update Geni!
 
Uh oh... Man, there are about 5,000 ways this can end... and about 90% of them are bad... :lol:

Scott, I really hope you know what you're doing.

And Bob, I really, really hope you know what you're doing.

Great update! :D
 
^ :lol:

Thanks for the reviews. :D

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New York, street, 8am, 14 days later

Scott: *steps out of cab*

Tia: *runs over, smiles* Hey. You made it.

Scott: *smiles* How are you? *starts to walk*

Tia: *follows* I'm great. Noah's staying at a friend's house tonight so I finally don't have to pay a babysitter.

Scott: You're working tonight?

Tia: We're going to the opera.

Scott: *looks at Tia* ...We are?

Tia: *lifts tickets* You mentioned how you liked opera and it just so happens they're showing a production of Jules Massenet's Le Cid.

Scott: *grabs tickets* It's been sold-out for the last month, how did you get these?

Tia: I pulled some strings.

Scott: *looks at Tia* Meaning...

Tia: It's not important.

Scott: *stops walking* It is important.

Tia: Why? Because you don't think I have the connections?

Scott: Oh I know you have the connections. They just haven't been established the same way as most.

Tia: *lowers head* ...I thought you'd like it. I just...didn't want to feel like I was taking charity all the time, y'know? You're so good to me and Noah...

Scott: We'll go.

Tia: *lifts head* Really? *smiles*

Scott: Yes. *smirks* Thank you.

Tia: *hugs Scott's arm, walks* It'll be great.

APL Financial, 100th floor, 3pm

Bob: *typing*

Matthew: *walks in* Sir.

Bob: *lifts eyes*

Matthew: I've finished.

Bob: Already?

Matthew: There wasn't much to find. Over the last year, every flight has coincided with the card confirmation. Officially, company money is going toward him showing up at the office which is perfectly legal.

Bob: *nods* That's good to know. Thank you.

Matthew: *turns around*

Bob: I have another job for you.

Matthew: *looks back*

Bob: Have a seat.

Matthew: *walks over, sits*

Bob: How are you at finding public records?

Matthew: Should be easy enough with correct information. Names, date of birth, places of residence etcetera.

Bob: Tia Richardson, 28 years of age. Lives in the Manhattan area and has a son, age 7. Not sure on the date of birth.

Matthew: What am I looking for?

Bob: Arrests and convictions. Hell, court papers from anything.

Matthew: If it's there, I'll find it. *walks away*

Bob: *nods*

Apartment, 11pm

Tia: *steps in*

Scott: *leans against doorway* I had a good time.

Tia: *smirks* Me too.

Scott: *looks at watch* Are you going to be okay here tonight?

Tia: *looks back* You're not staying?

Scott: I can't.

Tia: *walks over* Yeah...right, you have the whole...family thing to get back to. I guess I'm just a bit nervous.

Scott: Why's that?

Tia: First night alone in the new apartment. *scoffs* Stupid, huh. I'm supposed to be an adult but I'm still scared of the dark.

Scott: You could try keeping the television on. It helps me when I travel for business.

Tia: It's still not the same though, is it. Not being around another person. We're social creatures, we strive for human contact. It's why I still have a job.

Scott: Some people prefer solitude.

Tia: *steps closer* Somehow...I don't think you're one of those people.

Scott: *stares at Tia*

Tia: *reaches up, runs hands through Scott's hair*

Scott: *closes eyes*

Tia: *places lips near Scott's ear* Let's go inside.

Scott: *steps back*

Tia: *looks at Scott*

Scott: I'll spend time with you, as your friend. If you don't want that, it's unfortunate that we'd have to party ways like this.

Tia: *leans against wall, covers eyes* God I'm so stupid. I'm so used to treating men like they're a client, I sometimes forget what it's like to relate to people normally.

Scott: *tilts head*

Tia: Anyway...you probably don't want to hear about all that.

Scott: Why don't we put the whole thing behind us.

Tia: I'd love to. Over coffee?

Scott: I really need to get going.

Tia: Just one cup.

Scott: *sigh* Alright.

Living room, 1am

Tia: *places cup on table* You seem preoccupied with something.

Scott: *looks at Tia* I do?

Tia: Well, *smirks* you always look pretty intense but you've been staring into space for the past 10 minutes.

Scott: *looks down at coffee* ...I haven't called my wife today.

Tia: So?

Scott: She's always telling me how bad I am at using a telephone. I guess I just don't like saying goodbye.

Tia: *lifts brow*

Scott: Tonight's been lovely, thank you. *stands*

Tia: *grabs Scott's arm*

Scott: *looks back*

Tia: *stands* I don't want you to go. Please, don't go.

Scott: I've stayed long enough.

Tia: Face it, Scott. Deep down you really want to stay. Otherwise you wouldn't keep coming back.

Scott: *stares at Tia*

Tia: Obviously there's something here for you. *steps closer*

Scott: *smirks, places thumb on Tia's cheek* Do you hold all men captive until you can get in their pants?

Tia: *smiles*

Scott: Because the last woman that did that to me ended up falling down a canyon.

Tia: *smile fades*

Scott: Whether or not it was an accident is debatable.

Tia: *steps back*

Scott: *walks away*

Tia: *blinks* ...*smirks*

TBC.................................
 
Can we say...intense? Just in time too, because Tia was about to get her claws into her. Not to say Scott's totally innocent in this, but she's a manipulative, conniving, bi-atch. ( yes, I truly can't stand her). LOL on her if she thought that Scotty was actually kidding...

Bob is doing a great job...dangerous for his relationship with Scott...but he's doing what he has to keep everything on an even keel. I'm waiting for him to do his thing...really ...LOL


Awesome update!
 
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