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Condo, 2pm next day
Speed: *opens door*
Lori: *smiles* Hey! We're back, how are the kids?
Speed: Steph's still in school but Dom's here.
Lori: Great! *runs in*
Kitchen
Katie: *places cup on table*
Dominick: *reaches for cup*
Lori: *runs over* Hey!
Dominick: *smiles* MOMMY!
Lori: *smiling, picks up Dominick* Hi little one.
Dominick: *wraps arms around Lori's neck*
Lori: *kisses Dominick's cheek* Mwah!
Dominick: *giggles*
Speed: *walks over*
Lori: You have your lunch yet?
Dominick: *nods*
Lori: Good. What'd you have?
Dominick: Samich.
Lori: *smiles*
Speed: How was Paris?
Lori: *looks at Speed* Uh...it was nice.
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *sits at table, places Dominick on lap*
Katie: *pours milk* What'd you guys do over there?
Lori: *smirks*
Katie: Ugh, I wish I had a rich husband.
Dominick: *grabs cup, drinks milk*
Katie: Where is he, anyway?
Lori: He had to work. I hope the kids were good.
Speed: They were well-behaved.
Katie: I'm sure they don't get that from you though.
Lori: *looks at Katie*
Dominick: *reaches for cookies*
Lori: *slaps Dominick's hand*
Dominick: *frowns*
Lori: I have to take you home for a nap, young man.
Dominick: Not tired.
Lori: Too bad. *stands* Thanks for watchin' the kids.
Speed: Anytime. I'll walk you to your vehicle.
Lori: *walks away*
Outside, driveway
Lori: *opens door, plunks Dominick in car seat*
Speed: Have you seen Tom yet?
Lori: This is the first place I stopped when we landed. Why?
Speed: Apparently H had to send him home.
Lori: *looks at Speed* What happened?
Speed: I guess he snapped at someone and almost compromised a bunch of evidence.
Lori: You know what set him off?
Speed: Could be a million things.
Lori: I'll stop by his place later.
Speed: *nods*
Biscayne Park, house, 6pm
Lori: *knocks on door* ...*knocks on door*
Car pulls up
Lori: *looks at car*
Anni: *opens door* Hey, is everything okay? *stands*
Lori: Where's Tom?
Anni: He's at work.
Lori: Dad told me he got sent home.
Anni: *lifts brow* Since when? *turns around, grabs Brook*
Lori: Since this afternoon. Have you spoken to him?
Anni: I haven't seen him since last night. He got called in. *walks over* I could call him.
Lori: That might be a good idea.
Anni: Can you grab Brook?
Lori: Oh sure. *takes Brook*
Brook: *grabs Lori's hair*
Lori: *winces*
Anni: *places phone up to ear*
Lori: *pulls Brook's hand away*
Brook: *grabs Lori's hair*
Lori: Girl you have a grip on you.
Brook: *smiles*
Anni: It's just going to voicemail. *snaps phone shut* Maybe he went back to work.
Lori: I might believe that if his name was Scott Finch but this is Tom we're talking about.
Anni: Why would he just take off? That's not like him.
Lori: Has he been acting weird lately?
Anni: Distant, maybe but not weird. Where do you think he'd go?
Lori: Let's figure it out.
Inside truck, road
Anni: *turns wheel* Why are we in the Grove?
Lori: It's where I'd go.
Anni: What exactly do you think he's up to?
Lori: I don't know but I hope it's not what I think it might be.
Anni: ...I never figured I'd fall in love with him.
Lori: *looks at Anni*
Anni: I was just using him to get back at your father. It was completely selfish but...*sigh* he was really good to me. Nothing like I expected.
Lori: He's a good man. *tilts head* Well, once you clean him up and get the poison out of his veins.
Anni: I don't see him anywhere around here and it's getting dark.
Lori: Wait wait, up there. Is that his car?
Anni: *squints* I think so.
Lori: Let's check it out.
APL Manhattan Miami, office, 30th floor
Scott: *writing*
Waterhouse: How was Paris?
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Waterhouse: *smiles* Lori's very beautiful when her mouth isn't flapping.
Scott: *drops pen, stands* What do you want.
Waterhouse: That's a vague question. There are many things I strive for.
Scott: Is pissing me off one of them?
Waterhouse: Hardly. You don't sit with a bomb in the hopes that it'll go off in front of you.
Scott: Then why are you here.
Waterhouse: *places stopwatch onto table* I got this for you.
Scott: *looks down at table*
Waterhouse: It counts down.
Scott: *lifts eyes* I'm not playing another one of your silly games.
Waterhouse: If you don't, he'll die.
Scott: *stares at Waterhouse* ...Who.
Waterhouse: Let's just say I'm not simply dropping a helicopter on him this time. *turns around, walks over to door* Oh and Scott...if I see police outside by the time I get there, he dies
now. *leaves*
Scott: *grabs stopwatch*
TBC.....................................