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

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Thanks for the reviews. :D

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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........................................
 
This continues to be tragic... Now Scott's gone missing and uncharacteristically, he's missing important dates, which , of course, he doesn't care about. I'm sure he's not stupid, he knows what these court dates are for, and he probably knows that Lori can't get to it... *sigh* tragic indeed.

Counting down to finding the real Scotty Finch...


Awesome update!
 
Don't worry Speed will find him! I hope he takes Tom with him! together they can turn him around! this is not going to be easy but I have faith in Speed to doo some good for Scott! I mean he is his Man Crush! Lol! Let the Bro-mance begin again! Lol!

great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :D

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New York, hotel lobby, 12 days later

Tom: *leaning against column*

Speed: *walks over*

Tom: You find him?

Speed: Room 1428.

Tom: *stands straight* Really?

Speed: Yeah. 20th time's a charm. Let's go. *walks away*

Tom: *follows*

14th floor, hallway

Speed: *bangs on door*

Tom: Room service!

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: What? He's not going to let two cops in.

Speed: I have a room key.

Tom: Oh. Then why did you bang on the door?

Speed: ...I have daughters. You always knock first.

Tom: *nods*

Speed: *pulls out card*

Tom: *crosses arms* I'll tell ya, whenever Lori was getting dressed, I never knocked. Mm.

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: ...Because she's completely unattractive to me.

Speed: *opens door, walks in*

Tom: *follows*

Inside hotel room

Speed: *slaps Scott's leg* Hey. Scott.

Tom: *walks over* Wow he looks like shit. You sure they gave you the right room?

Speed: SCOTT FINCH!

Scott: *blinks, opens eyes*

Speed: Sit up.

Scott: *sits up*

Speed: Stand up.

Scott: *stands, staggers backwards*

Lamp falls over, breaks

Tom: Smooth.

Scott: *slides down wall*

Speed: *kneels* You're coming to Miami, Scott. You're going to court.

Scott: *frowns, shoves nightstand over*

Speed: *stands*

Tom: I'll take that as a 'no'.

Speed: *grabs Scott's arm, drags him up*

Scott: *shoves Speed*

Tom: *slams fist into Scott's face*

Scott: *falls over bed, rolls onto floor*

Tom: *looks down at floor*

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: ...Reflex.

Speed: We need to get him on a plane, genius.

Tom: *shrugs*

Airport, security

Tom: *dragging Scott* Come on buddy, left foot, right foot.

Security Guard: *lifts brow*

Tom: *looks at Security Guard* Uh...he's an uneasy flyer.

Security Guard: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Does he look like Al-Qaeda to you?

Speed: *elbows Tom*

Tom: What?

Speed: *lifts badge* We're both with Miami-Dade PD. We're escorting him to a court date.

Security Guard: Is he a criminal?

Tom: Depends on your definition.

Speed: He's a high profile investor in Miami and requires a police escort, given that he's ill.

Security Guard: Sick with what?

Tom: Jackasseritis. It's very common, you might have come in contact with it.

Security Guard: I'm going to need to see his identification.

Speed: I can vouch for him.

Security Guard: No one gets on the plane without proper identification.

Tom: *throws wallet onto belt*

Security Guard: *picks up wallet*

Speed: Scott Finch.

Security Guard: *lifts eyes* Is he an American citizen?

Tom: The guy practically cries everytime he sees the Statue of Liberty. Oh! He voted for Bush. *tilts head* The first time. *laughs* He kind of blew the second t-

Speed: *clears throat*

Tom: Yes, he's American.

Speed: His ID says he lives in Manhattan.

Security Guard: Could be a fake ID. I see lots of those.

Tom: Yeah well our badges aren't fake so let us through.

Security Guard: You're a little antsy, sir.

Tom: You're a little slow and I'm holding up a grown man.

Security Guard: He could pose a danger to the passengers.

Tom: How? He can barely stand.

Security Guard: A lot of people pretend.

Tom: Right, he's pretending to drool all over himself so he can bust into the cockpit with his invisible weapons.

Speed: Tom, enough.

Tom: *frowns*

Speed: I apologize for my colleague, he sometimes lacks patience. *looks at Tom* And tact.

Tom: *rolls eyes*

Speed: We're trying to get this gentleman some help.

Security Guard: *looks at Tom* He needs it.

Tom: He means the guy I'm holding up.

Inside plane

Speed: *opens magazine*

Tom: I hate you.

Speed: You need to learn to calm down.

Tom: That guy was an idiot.

Speed: The world is full of all kinds of people.

Tom: Oh stop it. You're starting to sound like my w-you know what, nevermind.

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: I didn't say it.

Speed: ...You sure you didn't take anything?

Tom: Shut up.

1 hour later

Scott: *opens eyes*

Tom: *flips page*

Scott: *jolts forward* ERGH!

Speed: *lifts head, looks at Scott* Whoa, Scott! *grabs Scott* Sit down!

Tom: *grabs Scott's arms*

Scott: NO!

Tom: Calm down, you're on a plane. We're going to Miami.

Scott: LET ME OFF!

Speed: We can't, we're in the air. *pushes Scott into seat* You need to chill out.

People look over

Speed: Scott, look at me.

Scott: LET ME GO!

Speed: You want to get rid of Lori? This is the way to do it. She wants nothing to do with you, Scott. She wants to give everything back and live her own life. But you need to go to Miami for that to happen.

Scott: *frowning* You're lying to me. SHE WANTS MY MONEY!

Speed: No she doesn't. She wants all of this to go away and so do you. You're both after the same thing so calm down.

Scott: Wh-Where's my stuff? Why's my stuff not here? I NEED MY STUFF! I'M GOING TO DIE!

Speed: You're not going to die.

Tom: Well you might if there's an Air Marshall on the plane.

Speed: Not helping.

Scott: I-I can't stay here. I need to go.

Speed: Just another couple hours and you can get up and walk around. Okay?

Scott: *shakes head* I'm gonna be sick.

Speed: *grabs bag from seat* Then be sick.

30 minutes later

Tom: *looks over at Scott*

Scott: *leaning over seat, shaking*

Tom: I don't know who I should feel more sorry for. Him or the other passengers.

Speed: We'll be on the ground in 90 minutes.

Tom: Great so that's 90 more barf bags.

TBC..........................................
 
Oh aww...poor Scotty. I really think it's time for an intervention or something. He's suffering, Lori's suffering , the kids...It's time for him to kick this. Of course, unless he realizes that, this is a moot point. It's just sad to see that this is Scotty, and he's fallen this far. The upside, Abbot and Costello went to retrieve him from New York...those two are hilarious:guffaw:

Awesome update!
 
I have to agree with Anni! Lol! Speed and Tom make a good couple! I say they need to go on more adventure together. Scott hates to fly anyway and now look how hes let himself go! I think Harpo and Zepo need to get Groucho into a rehab somewhere and fast before he kills his fool self!

Great updat Geni
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Inside car, road

Tom: *looks into backseat* Someone should stick with him until this is dealt with. Otherwise he'll probably run off.

Speed: I agree.

Tom: *leans back in seat*

Speed: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *looks at Speed* ...What?

Speed: *stares at Tom*

Tom: No. I can't watch him, I've got 2 kids at home.

Speed: Well he can't stay with Lori.

Tom: He can stay with you.

Speed: Oh no. He's not staying with me.

Tom: Why not?

Speed: Because one of us has to get him drugs so he's able to get through court.

Tom: Exactly.

Speed: You know the streets better than I do.

Tom: *laughs* I don't think so. I'm not going to put myself in that position again.

Speed: Neither am I.

Tom: Get Katie to do it.

Speed: Are you kidding me? Katie'll get shot in the first 3 seconds.

Tom: Send Lori.

Speed: You want Lori to buy her husband dope.

Tom: Why not?

Speed: No.

Tom: Then you do it.

Speed: I told you, I'm not doing it.

Tom: He's your son in-law, it's your responsibility.

Speed: He's your best friend.

Tom: That is the weakest argument I've ever heard.

Speed: Alright, we'll send Anni.

Tom: What the hell does Anni have to do with this?

Speed: Nothing, which is the perfect reason for her to go.

Tom: You're not sending my wife into a drug den.

Speed: We have to figure out something or he'll be detoxing for the next week.

Tom: Good. Let him detox. The guy needs treatment, not court. I mean, look at him.

Speed: I know.

Condo, 11pm

Speed: *drags Scott in*

Katie: ...What the hell is that homeless man doing in my living room?

Speed: It's Scott.

Katie: What? No it's not.

Speed: Well, it used to be. He has court tomorrow so we need to watch him tonight.

Katie: I'm not going near that. It looks like he pissed himself.

Speed: *angry sigh* Would you go upstairs and get him some clothes, please.

Katie: *walks away*

Speed: *tosses Scott onto couch*

Scott: *leans over couch, vomits*

Speed: Great.

10 minutes later

Katie: *walks over* ...Should we get him papers?

Speed: Maybe we should get him to a hospital.

Katie: Yeah I'm sure they'd love to have him dumped on them.

Speed: I don't know what else to do.

Katie: Have you thought about doping him up? At least he won't be messing up my new carpet.

Speed: Do we have anything?

Katie: I think I still have some pain pills from my dentist appointment last month.

Speed: Good enough.

30 minutes later

Katie: *sits on table*

Scott: *sits up*

Speed: How are you feeling?

Scott: *leans back on couch*

Speed: He's still shaking pretty badly.

Katie: Do...you....know...your...name?

Speed: Katie, he's not brain damaged. At least I hope not.

Scott: *lifts hand, looks at hand*

Katie: He looks brain damaged.

Scott: *groans, lies down on couch*

Katie: Should we...feed him or something?

Speed: *stands, walks away*

Katie: *stands*

Kitchen

Speed: Tom's looking into facilities.

Katie: So he's not going to court?

Speed: Oh he is. Then hopefully he's going to treatment.

Katie: Uh...what if he says no?

Speed: If he says no, he says no.

Katie: So...basically we're going to do whatever he wants.

Speed: No. If he doesn't want to help himself, we can't shove help down his throat.

Katie: Then what are we doing now? He should be sleeping outside.

Speed: We can throw him out if he refuses to go.

Katie: And then no more contact.

Speed: Exactly.

Katie: *looks into living room* Uh, he's walking around. Better go get him.

Speed: *walks away*

Living room

Speed: Scott.

Scott: *slamming fists on fireplace*

Speed: *takes Scott's arm* Why don't we get you cleaned up.

Katie: *walks over*

Speed: Start the shower.

Katie: *smiles* YES!

Speed: *looks at Katie* The guy's a mess in every way. There isn't much to look at.

Katie: *smile fades* ...Well way to ruin my fun.

Upstairs, bathroom

Katie: I think Lori exaggerated a bit on-

Speed: Stop it.

Katie: Can I help?

Speed: Did you set up the couch downstairs?

Katie: Oh yeah, it's completely covered in plastic.

Speed: *looks at Katie*

Katie: I'm serious. That was an expensive couch.

Speed: We can get a new couch. We can't get a new Scott Finch.

Katie: What are the chances we'll get the old one back?

Speed: *sigh*

Scott: *sits up* Where am I-

Speed: *grabs Scott* You're in Miami.

Scott: NO! *shoves Speed*

Speed: Ugh! *falls backward*

Scott: *runs*

Speed: Katie, grab him!

Hallway

Katie: Uh..uh...what do I grab?

Scott: *runs downstairs*

Katie: Tim! He's running out the door!

Speed: *runs over* Why didn't you stop him?

Katie: Despite my reputation, I'm not in the habit of grabbing naked men.

Outside, front lawn

Scott: *falls onto grass*

Speed: *runs over, kneels*

Scott: *rolls over*

Katie: Do we just...leave him out here?

Speed: *frowns*

TBC.............................
 
LMAO! OMG ! Speed and Katie trying to figure out what to do with Scott! lol! Katie wanting to know what to grab! That was funny ! I love them trying to dope him back up! way to solve that problem! Just give him some more dope that will fix it! lol!

They have him chained to the dog house in the back yard next and feed him alpo for dinner ! lol! Well Katie said she wanted another baby! There ya go! Have funny with the dibbling babbling idiot! Lol!

great update Geni!
 
from bad to worst... I really didn't think it could get this bad, but obviously, it can. Poor Scott's fallen so far...*sigh* I'm ready to see him come back.

Awesome update, this story line is keeping me at the edge of my seat!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :)

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Biscayne Court House, 8:30am

Lori: *steps up to podium*

Speed: *drags Scott up to podium*

Scott: *pushes Speed's arm*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Speed: Now what did we discuss on the way over here?

Scott: I know what a fucking courtroom is.

Speed: Try not to be so charming in front of the judge. *walks away*

Scott: *looks back* You're a lying bastard.

15 minutes later

Judge: *opens folder, puts on glasses* Mister Finch, it's nice to finally see you.

Scott: *leaning on podium*

Judge: Stand straight when I'm speaking to you.

Scott: *stands, crosses arms*

Judge: According to this, you're spending over...$8000 a week to fuel your addiction.

Scott: Is that a fact? You got some sort of receipt?

Judge: *lifts eyes* Mister Finch, I'm asking the questions.

Scott: I'd like to hear one.

Judge: Are you purchasing drugs?

Scott: Sweetheart I'm high right now.

Judge: *stares at Scott*

Lori: *covers eyes*

Judge: Judgement for the plaintiff. Get out of my courtroom. *slams gavel, leaves*

Scott: *salutes*

Lori: *shakes head*

Speed: *walks over*

Scott: *walks away*

Lori: What the hell was that?

Speed: Short.

Lori: He just lost everything.

Speed: You ready for the next step?

Lori: If we can find him.

Condo, 2pm

Katie: *smiles* This is so exciting. It's my first intervention.

Lori: *looks at Katie* Are you planning on others?

Katie: Depends how long you hold out.

Lori: *frowns*

Tom: *looks out window* Speed found him.

Katie: Ooh. Let the action begin!

Lori: I can't believe you actually find this fun.

Katie: I'm a glass half full.

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Speed: *walks over*

Scott: *looks around* No.

Speed: Have a seat, Scott.

Scott: Let me save you the trouble. *turns around*

Speed: *grabs Scott* Sit down.

Scott: *frowns, sits*

Lori: *grabs Scott's hand*

Scott: *rips hand away*

Speed: *sits*

Tom: Scott, we found you a facility. You don't have to keep doing this.

Scott: I don't need a facility.

Tom: You think you're fine?

Scott: I feel great.

Speed: You didn't feel great last night.

Katie: Yeah, just ask the carpet lying out back.

Scott: This is a waste of time. *stands*

Speed: Just listen to what we have to say. Then you can leave.

Scott: Is this the part where you all get weepy and I learn the consequences?

Speed: You've already lost everything, Scott. There's no money left for you.

Scott: I have other accounts.

Speed: Sit.

Scott: *sits* You got 5 minutes. Go.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's arm*

Scott: *rips arm away* Don't touch me.

Lori: Remember when you said you would rather put a gun in your mouth than hurt me? Well guess what, this is hurting me. It kills me to see you like this.

Scott: How poetic.

Lori: You don't even care about your own children.

Scott: Someone get her out.

Lori: Scott, I'm not going anywh-

Scott: GET OUT! GET OUT! *lifts arm* GET-

Lori: DON'T YOU DARE! *stands* WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!

Scott: *stands* I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!

Lori: *starts to cry* YOU'RE KILLING YOURSELF!

Scott: I KNOW!

Tom: *walks over, grabs Lori* Why doesn't everybody just cool off.

Lori: *shoves Tom, walks away*

Tom: *looks at Scott* Great job, man. She's hysterical.

Scott: *starts to laugh*

Speed: Scott, sit down.

Scott: *sits, laughing*

Katie: You think that's funny?

Scott: *laughing* Yeah, I do.

Katie: *slaps Scott in the face*

Scott: *blinks*

Katie: Y-

Scott: *grabs Katie, shoves her to the floor*

Katie: *screams*

Speed: *grabs Scott* GET OFF OF HER!

Scott: *slams fist into Katie's face*

Katie: AGH!

Speed: *yanks Scott backwards*

Scott: YOU BITCH!

Speed: *shoves Scott onto couch*

Tom: *kneels, places hand on Katie's back*

Katie: *sits up, holds cheek*

Speed: You okay?

Katie: *spits blood* Ouch.

Speed: *looks at Scott* How does prison sound?

Scott: *stares at Speed*

Speed: *slides folder over* Treatment's in California. They have a medical detox there as well so you won't be moved around once you get there. They also specialize in panic disorders and PTSD.

Scott: *shakes head*

Speed: You won't be locked down.

Scott: No. It doesn't help.

Speed: Give it a chance.

Scott: I want to talk to Tom. Alone.

Speed: *nods* Sure. *stands*

Katie: *stands, walks away*

Speed: *walks away*

Tom: *walks over to table, sits*

Scott: *scratches head*

Tom: *stares at Scott* Your kids need their father.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Tom: Do it.

Scott: *lunges forward, grabs Tom's gun*

Tom: HEY!

Speed: *looks over*

Scott: *stands, lifts gun*

Tom: Scott, put the gun down.

Scott: *walks over to door, opens it* Get BACK!

Tom: *lifts hands, steps back*

Scott: You can pick up your gun in 2 hours. I'll let you know where.

Tom: Sc-

Scott: If anyone follows me. *places gun up to head* Kaboom.

Tom: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *runs, slams door*

Tom: *sigh*

Speed: Well that went well.

Tom: *looks at Speed*

TBC..............................
 
As if I thought things couldn't get worst. Not only has he lost everything, not only did the intervention NOT work, but now, he's out of his mind and has a firearm *Although I'd have to say bravo to Tom for coming to an intervention with a loaded gun* -_-

I wonder where he's going off to... Hmm...Maybe to the homestead to get some moolah? Where the kids are?....VEeeeeeeeeeeery interesting....


Awesome update!
 
OH! Scottys got a gun! Scottys got a gun! Now hes on the run! What will they all do its Scotts last IOU! Well it looks like its time to call in the B team for this one boys! Speed geton the phone and get Horatio on the line! Its time for Siper H. to save the day! You know he will have his halo and his super H. powers on his side, with his intense stare that will bring Scott to his knees and make him surrender and do what ever Horatio says to do! Yep you need Horatio in this matter!

Or he can just Handcuff his ass and throw him the clink and have the Judge declare him incompetent and you can have him committed to the loony bend for a while! Witch ever you just need to get him off the streets before he hurts himself or somebody.

Great Update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! Hee. :adore:

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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 4pm

Scott: *jumps down from window*

Closet

Scott: *opens safe, grabs money*

Bob: *steps over* Scotty.

Scott: *stands, lifts gun*

Bob: Lori said you might stop by.

Scott: What the hell are you doing in my house?

Bob: Your house? If it was yours, you would have used the front door.

Scott: Let me pass, no one gets hurt.

Bob: Sorry, I can't do that. Your kids are downstairs.

Scott: Are you sleeping with her?

Bob: Scott, give me the gun.

Steph: *peeks in*

Bob: You can take whatever you want as long as you leave the gun here.

Scott: *cocks gun*

Steph: Daddy?

Scott: *looks at Steph*

Steph: *runs over, wraps arms around Scott's waist*

Scott: *drops gun*

Bob: *kneels slowly, picks up gun*

Scott: *staring blankly*

Steph: Are you coming home, Daddy?

Scott: *looks at Bob*

Bob: *stands*

Scott: *sits, leans against bed*

Steph: *crawls into Scott's lap, lies head on Scott's chest*

Scott: *closes eyes*

Bob: *nods*

Foyer, 6pm

Lori: *walks in* Where is he?

Bob: Upstairs.

Lori: Where's the gun?

Bob: Kitchen.

Lori: *runs upstairs*

Bedroom

Lori: *walks in, stops*

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *looks at Steph* ...Steph, come here.

Steph: No.

Lori: Daddy's sick. You shouldn't be around him.

Steph: He's gonna go, Momma.

Lori: What? *looks at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...Why.

Scott: *kisses Steph's forehead*

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: *places hand on Steph's back*

Steph: *stands, runs*

Scott: *stands*

Lori: *steps back*

Scott: *staring at Lori, walks away*

Lori: *turns around, blinks*

Foyer

Bob: *opens door*

Scott: *walks outside*

Lori: *runs over*

Bob: I guess I'm going to California.

Lori: Be careful, he might be playing you.

Bob: *nods*

Lori: Thanks.

Bob: You should thank your daughter. *places hand on Lori's shoulder* I'll call you when we get there. *turns around, walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

TBC........................................
 
I won't get my hopes up, but...YAY! I think it was Steph's touch that brought him down to see exactly what he was misssing. I hope that he can find what he needs to deal and cope, because his actions.... scary....

Awesome update:D
 
Well you know what they say, out of the mouths of babes! I hope can get him there in piece! Hell i hope Bob can get there in one piece with him and he doesn't rabbit on him before they get there!

Huh um! Uh what ever happen to wonder boy Matt ! Will he be stepping into the picture any time soon to clam his fortune in the Finch kingdom!

Great update Geni !
 
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