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Outside club, police cars & ambulances swarm
Scott: *slams truck door, pushes through crowd* Excuse me. *pushes past people* Excuse me, thank you. Lori!
Lori: *lifts eyes*
Scott: *walks over, wraps arms around Lori* Are you okay?
Lori: *stares blankly*
Scott: *lets go* What happened? Tom called, he said there was an incident.
Lori: ...I should have listened to you.
Tom: *walks over, writing* We got one of them but the other's in the wind.
Scott: *looks at Tom*
Tom: Riley's been taken to the hospital.
Scott: What happened?
Tom: Couple of guys have been going around clubs over the past few weeks drugging and raping women. We think the same guys were here tonight. I guess Lori fought them off when they took her to their motel room. CSU's processing the room.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *lowers head*
Tom: I uh, need to process her for evidence. Why don't you take her to my car, it's parked out back.
Scott: Sure. *places hand on Lori's back*
Back parkinglot
Tom: Have a seat please.
Lori: *sits*
Tom: *pulls on gloves* Could you open the blanket?
Lori: Where's Scott.
Tom: You want him here for this?
Lori: I don't want
you here for this.
Tom: *looks at Scott, nods*
Scott: *walks over*
Tom: *pulls camera from kit*
Lori: I don't want to do this.
Tom: We can't put the guy away unless you do.
Lori: *rolls eyes, opens blanket*
Tom: *lifts camera, snaps pictures*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *crosses arms*
Tom: Okay, we're finished.
Lori: That's it?
Tom: That's it.
Lori: You're not going to swab or X-ray me or something?
Tom: Sorry, my kit's only big enough for the camera.
Lori: *frowns*
Tom: But you should go to the hospital and get checked out.
Lori: Why?
Tom: *smiles* They have special kits for you.
Lori: I got out before any of that could happen.
Tom: Good. I hope you kicked their asses.
Lori: *tilts head*
Tom: You can go.
Lori: *stands*
Tom: Good luck. *gets into car, shuts door*
Lori: I don't like cop Tom.
Scott: Really. I don't like regular Tom.
Lori: Before you say 'I told you so', I want you to know that I tried to leave.
Scott: Lori, this wasn't your fault.
Lori: ...I don't understand. You told me not to do this and I did and I got in trouble.
Scott: You didn't choose to be attacked.
Lori: I chose to go to a club. You know what, I've learned my lesson. I'm not doing this anymore. Everytime I try to do anything innocent or good, it gets fucked up. *walks away*
Scott: *sigh*
Miami Lab, layout room, 11am
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey do you have my dead girl's effects? Alexx said she sent them up here to be processed.
Speed: Yeah, I was just about to start.
Calleigh: Great. *pulls labcoat from rack*
Speed: *unfolds clothes*
Calleigh: This was what she was wearing when Eric grabbed her from the canal.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: *lifts jeans* Oh, you know, I have these in black.
Speed: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: I got them downtown from Levine's, they were having a sale.
Speed: *looks at jeans*
Calleigh: Hey doesn't your daughter own that place?
Speed: Riley owns the company, yes.
Calleigh: *shrugs* Small world.
Speed: Looks like there's something in the pocket.
Calleigh: *places jeans on table, reaches into pocket*
Speed: What is that, a receipt?
Calleigh: *opens paper* All the ink's been washed off.
Speed: So we don't know where it came from.
Calleigh: You know what, I think we can still track the place down. *turns receipt over* Some stores imprint barcodes on the back of the paper so if someone's returning an item, that information is stored on the paper.
Speed: Seems a little redundant.
Calleigh: Well, it stores the name of the customer and their phone number so if someone has the receipt and it doesn't belong to them, the store can verify that to deter theft.
Speed: And you'll be able to pull up the barcode?
Calleigh: *smiles* I'll get it to QD. *walks away*
Speed: *nods, looks down at clothing*
Questioned Documents Lab, 1pm
Calleigh: *typing*
Speed: *walks over, sits* Hey. Just got back from Alexx. Cause of death was drowning. Monica tested the water, it's consistent with water from a treated source so it's not the Glades.
Calleigh: She died before she was dumped.
Speed: *nods*
Calleigh: Well, Katie worked on the receipt and she pulled up a partial barcode from the back.
Speed: Can we use that?
Calleigh: I'll run it.
Speed: *looks at screen*
Calleigh: *types*
Speed: Where is Katie, anyway?
Calleigh: She's working on some security camera footage across the hall.
Speed: *looks across hall*
Calleigh: Ah! Here we go. Got a result.
Speed: *staring across hall*
Calleigh: Levine's. Same place she got the jeans.
Speed: *looks at screen*
Calleigh: Digital receipt. She bought the jeans yesterday at 4pm.
Speed: So we have a timeline. *opens folder, looks down* Time of death was between 7:30 and 8pm.
Calleigh: 4 hour window. You want to check out Levine's?
Speed: I'll catch up with you. *stands, walks away*
Calleigh: *blinks* Okay.
A/V Lab
Katie: *staring at screen*
Speed: *walks over* Hey.
Katie: Hey. *looks down at table, swings image up to wall*
Speed: New system?
Katie: Horatio ordered it.
Speed: It's nice.
Katie: *types* Can I help you with something?
Speed: We've barely spoken over the last couple weeks. I just wanted to see how you were.
Katie: I'm fine. *smiles* Thanks for asking.
Speed: *scratches head*
Katie: ...I'm sorry.
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Katie: I know I haven't been the greatest person to everyone. Especially Lori. I guess I have some issues.
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *sigh* Anyway. *looks up at screen* I have work to do.
Speed: *nods* See you tonight.
Katie: Yeah.
Speed: *walks away*
Katie: *lowers eyes*
TBC...............................
