Thanks for the reviews.
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Miami Lab, trace, 7:30am, 6 months later
Tom: *staring through microscope*
Katie: *walks over* Answer your damn pages.
Tom: *adjusting microscope* I don't answer pages.
Katie: Why?
Tom: Too informal.
Katie: Alright how about this. Get me my results already. Horatio's been up my ass all day about it.
Tom: Get in line. I'm backed up.
Katie: Why? Are you that slow?
Tom: GCMS is out of commission.
Katie: *lifts brow* How in the hell did that happen?
Tom: It's old.
Katie: Then why are you here?
Tom: I can still run tests using older technologies. It might not be as fast or indicative of the quantities but it's admissible in court.
Katie: Isn't this lab number 2 in the country?
Tom: The crime lab is. The trace lab is number 12.
Katie: *frowns*
Tom: *lifts head* At least until we get a new GCMS.
Katie: I hate scientists. You're all arrogant dicks. *walks away*
Tom: *stares down hallway*
Speed: *walks over, lifts hand*
Tom: *high-fives Speed*
Speed: Good work.
Tom: *smirks*
Speed: *grabs labcoat* Here, let me take some of the heat.
Tom: *nods* Be my guest.
Speed: *pulls on latex glove*
Gables Estates, house, backyard, 1pm
Lori: *pulls weeds from garden* Steph, careful.
Steph: I wasn't doin' nothin'.
Lori: You were too close to the pool with Dominick. Play on the grass.
Steph: But Momma-
Lori: If you don't behave, I'll take you to Grandpa's house and he'll make you do housework.
Steph: ...You make me do housework.
Lori: *smiles* Well then, I guess you don't want more.
Steph: *frowns*
Dominick: *pushes Steph, runs away*
Steph: Hey! *runs*
Dominick: *hides behind tree*
Steph: Dommy...where did you go?
Dominick: *picks up large stick*
Steph: *jumps around tree* HA!
Dominick: *whacks Steph with stick*
Steph: AH! *falls over* MOM! *stands, runs* MOMMA!
Lori: *looks back* What?
Steph: DOM HIT ME WITH A STICK! *lifts shirt* I'M BLEEDING!
Lori: Dominick!
Dominick: *walks over*
Lori: Did you hit your sister with a stick?
Dominick: *shakes head*
Lori: You're holding the stick.
Dominick: *frowns, throws stick*
Lori: HEY! *stands* You almost got me in the eye with that!
Dominick: *runs*
Lori: *grabs Dominick by the collar*
Dominick: *kicking feet, screeching*
Lori: *grabs Dominick's ears* Stop screaming or I'll rip them off.
Dominick: *blinks*
Lori: Why did you hit your sister with the stick?
Dominick: *frowns* She's stupid.
Lori: If you hit her again, you're sleeping in the backyard with all the bugs and alligators.
Dominick: *starts to cry*
Lori: Well don't do it again.
Dominick: *struggles*
Lori: *lets go*
Dominick: *runs over to chair, climbs into chair*
Lori: *looks at Dominick*
Dominick: *crosses arms, pouts*
Speed: *walks over*
Lori: *looks at Speed, stands*
Speed: Hey.
Lori: You're off already?
Speed: Took a half day. How's everything going?
Lori: You mean have I heard from Scott lately?
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *shakes head* Haven't heard a peep. However I do know that he's still alive.
Speed: Really.
Lori: Yeah. Bank account activity everyday like clock work.
Speed: I thought you were going to cut him off.
Lori: I'm trying. He's missed 3 court dates.
Speed: When's your next court date?
Lori: 2 weeks.
Speed: I can have him picked up.
Lori: And then what? Are you going to dress him and get him conscious enough for court?
Speed: If that's what it takes.
Lori: Don't bother.
Speed: Lori, you need to keep that money secure. He could empty everything and take off to South America.
Lori: Are we speaking from experience?
Speed: If he wants to continue what he's doing, you need to cut ties.
Lori: Except you're forgetting one thing. Everything I have, it's because Scott provided it. We're still dependant on him, Dad.
Speed: Then don't be.
Lori: You want me to uproot my kids and start over? Ugh, this is ridiculous. I don't have complete access to our accounts because I'm a recovering addict.
Speed: That's why you need to talk to a judge.
Lori: *sigh* Find him.
Speed: *nods*
TBC........................................
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Miami Lab, trace, 7:30am, 6 months later
Tom: *staring through microscope*
Katie: *walks over* Answer your damn pages.
Tom: *adjusting microscope* I don't answer pages.
Katie: Why?
Tom: Too informal.
Katie: Alright how about this. Get me my results already. Horatio's been up my ass all day about it.
Tom: Get in line. I'm backed up.
Katie: Why? Are you that slow?
Tom: GCMS is out of commission.
Katie: *lifts brow* How in the hell did that happen?
Tom: It's old.
Katie: Then why are you here?
Tom: I can still run tests using older technologies. It might not be as fast or indicative of the quantities but it's admissible in court.
Katie: Isn't this lab number 2 in the country?
Tom: The crime lab is. The trace lab is number 12.
Katie: *frowns*
Tom: *lifts head* At least until we get a new GCMS.
Katie: I hate scientists. You're all arrogant dicks. *walks away*
Tom: *stares down hallway*
Speed: *walks over, lifts hand*
Tom: *high-fives Speed*
Speed: Good work.
Tom: *smirks*
Speed: *grabs labcoat* Here, let me take some of the heat.
Tom: *nods* Be my guest.
Speed: *pulls on latex glove*
Gables Estates, house, backyard, 1pm
Lori: *pulls weeds from garden* Steph, careful.
Steph: I wasn't doin' nothin'.
Lori: You were too close to the pool with Dominick. Play on the grass.
Steph: But Momma-
Lori: If you don't behave, I'll take you to Grandpa's house and he'll make you do housework.
Steph: ...You make me do housework.
Lori: *smiles* Well then, I guess you don't want more.
Steph: *frowns*
Dominick: *pushes Steph, runs away*
Steph: Hey! *runs*
Dominick: *hides behind tree*
Steph: Dommy...where did you go?
Dominick: *picks up large stick*
Steph: *jumps around tree* HA!
Dominick: *whacks Steph with stick*
Steph: AH! *falls over* MOM! *stands, runs* MOMMA!
Lori: *looks back* What?
Steph: DOM HIT ME WITH A STICK! *lifts shirt* I'M BLEEDING!
Lori: Dominick!
Dominick: *walks over*
Lori: Did you hit your sister with a stick?
Dominick: *shakes head*
Lori: You're holding the stick.
Dominick: *frowns, throws stick*
Lori: HEY! *stands* You almost got me in the eye with that!
Dominick: *runs*
Lori: *grabs Dominick by the collar*
Dominick: *kicking feet, screeching*
Lori: *grabs Dominick's ears* Stop screaming or I'll rip them off.
Dominick: *blinks*
Lori: Why did you hit your sister with the stick?
Dominick: *frowns* She's stupid.
Lori: If you hit her again, you're sleeping in the backyard with all the bugs and alligators.
Dominick: *starts to cry*
Lori: Well don't do it again.
Dominick: *struggles*
Lori: *lets go*
Dominick: *runs over to chair, climbs into chair*
Lori: *looks at Dominick*
Dominick: *crosses arms, pouts*
Speed: *walks over*
Lori: *looks at Speed, stands*
Speed: Hey.
Lori: You're off already?
Speed: Took a half day. How's everything going?
Lori: You mean have I heard from Scott lately?
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *shakes head* Haven't heard a peep. However I do know that he's still alive.
Speed: Really.
Lori: Yeah. Bank account activity everyday like clock work.
Speed: I thought you were going to cut him off.
Lori: I'm trying. He's missed 3 court dates.
Speed: When's your next court date?
Lori: 2 weeks.
Speed: I can have him picked up.
Lori: And then what? Are you going to dress him and get him conscious enough for court?
Speed: If that's what it takes.
Lori: Don't bother.
Speed: Lori, you need to keep that money secure. He could empty everything and take off to South America.
Lori: Are we speaking from experience?
Speed: If he wants to continue what he's doing, you need to cut ties.
Lori: Except you're forgetting one thing. Everything I have, it's because Scott provided it. We're still dependant on him, Dad.
Speed: Then don't be.
Lori: You want me to uproot my kids and start over? Ugh, this is ridiculous. I don't have complete access to our accounts because I'm a recovering addict.
Speed: That's why you need to talk to a judge.
Lori: *sigh* Find him.
Speed: *nods*
TBC........................................