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

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Gables Estates, house, 8pm

Brook: *sneezes*

Lori: *places hand on Brook's head* How's that tea?

Brook: Hot.

Lori: Gettin' tired?

Brook: *nods*

Lori: Good.

Steph: *runs over* Momma, there's a car in the driveway.

Lori: It's probably Tom.

Steph: I'LL LET HIM IN! *runs away*

Lori: *smirks*

Brook: *wipes nose*

5 minutes later

Steph: *runs over* MOMMA! TOMMY'S HERE!

Lori: Hush, you'll wake everyone up.

Steph: Daddy took his pills, he's gone sleepin'.

Tom: *walks over*

Brook: *lifts eyes*

Tom: *kneels, smiles* Hey. How are you feeling?

Brook: Tired. *rubs eyes*

Tom: Why don't I get you home, then.

Brook: *nods*

Tom: *stands, picks up Brook*

Brook: *wraps arms around Tom's neck*

Tom: *leans forward, kisses Lori's cheek* Thanks.

Lori: Mm.

Tom: *walks away*

Steph: *jumps into chair*

Lori: You should be in bed.

Steph: Tomorrow's the weekend.

Lori: *sips tea* Mhm.

Steph: Can I watch cartoons?

Lori: No. It's time for bed.

Steph: Nope.

Lori: Yes. Give me a kiss goodnight and get upstairs.

Steph: *sigh* 'Kay. *kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: *smiles* Night.

Steph: Night, Momma. *walks away*

Upstairs, bedroom

Lori: *walks in*

Scott: *walks out of bathroom*

Lori: You're up?

Scott: Hm.

Lori: Oh, half conscious. Just the way I like you. *walks over* And we've taken how much?

Scott: *leans against wall*

Lori: *grabs Scott's face* Look at me. Ugh, I don't know if this is good.

Scott: I feel fine.

Lori: Yeah because you're stoned.

Scott: I'm good.

Lori: Do you think this is healthy?

Scott: I don't care.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *slides down wall*

Lori: *kneels* I'm okay with you taking something to help, something the doctor thinks would help but I'm not okay with this. You've been doing this for the last few days. You've even been late to work.

Scott: *lies head against dresser*

Lori: Are you listening to me? Scott. *slaps Scott's arm* Hey. *frowns* Great.

Brazil, rainforest

Horatio: BEHOLD! The rainforest.

Colton: AH! GIANT BUG! *runs behind tree*

Anni: IT'S CHASING ME! *runs behind Speed*

Speed: *smashes bug against tree*

Anni: *opens eyes*

Speed: Are we done now?

Horatio: No.

Calleigh: Was that poisonous?

Speed: Time will tell I guess.

Trail

Colton: Is that plant poisonous?

Katie: Is that tree poisonous?

Calleigh: Ooh pretty flower. *leans down*

Speed: *grabs Calleigh* That one's poisonous.

Calleigh: Oh.

Katie: How do you know?

Speed: I read books.

Katie: You must have a lot of boring books.

Horatio: Isn't this place magnificent? Look at the colors.

Katie: Yeah they're a whole skittles bag but listen, when do we get to the resorts, beaches and parties?

Horatio: We didn't come here for parties.

Colton: You mean I'm not going to see one naked woman during this trip?

Katie: I could get naked.

Colton: Oh excellent. A free preview of what STDs you don't have.

Katie: *frowns, shoves Colton*

Colton: AH! *falls into river*

Katie: I hope you get a jungle disease.

Speed: Colton, you'd better hope you don't have any open wounds. The level of microbes and bacteria in there could keep you in the hospital for months.

Colton: Good. Then I won't have to spend the rest of the trip in the middle of nowhere getting eaten alive by radioactive bugs.

Calleigh: High heels were definitely not a good idea. Tim, hold still. I want to get my walking shoes on.

Speed: *looks down* You were those all the time at crime scenes.

Calleigh: I know, it's in my contract.

Speed: *lifts brow*

Calleigh: Long story. *grabs Speed's arm, takes off boots*

Anni: We have large animal repellant, right?

Carly: Yeah. Eric.

Delko: *frowns* Hey. I resent being your human shield.

Carly: It's okay, I don't.

Anni: I hope Horatio brought lots of magic shad-*trips over log* AH!

Speed: *grabs Anni*

Anni: Whew, thanks. *stands straight*

Speed: Where did H go?

Colton: *looks around*

Horatio: *from in tree* HI GUYS! UP HERE!

Speed: *looks up*

Calleigh: What are you doing?

Horatio: Getting coconuts.

Speed: There aren't any coconut trees this far inland.

Horatio: Then what tree am I in?

Speed: Uh...a big one.

Delko: How'd he get up there so fast?

Colton: Wirey. *walks away*

Delko: *looks at Colton*

Katie: It better not rain or I'll be seriously pissed. I just got my hair straight.

Thunder rolls overhead

Katie: *frowns, crosses arms* I want to go home.

TBC................................
 
H up a tree! :lol: :lol: :lol: Oh, man. And then Colton's comment of "wirey"... So funny :lol: :lol:

Tom's so sweet. :D

I hope that Scotty's gonna be okay...

Great update! :D
 
Ha Ha Ha ! I was about to say , I don't think their are any coconut trees in the rain forest! But I could be wrong ! Never been there! If thats not Coco nuts he holden on to, then it must be a baboons ass ! lol!

We here goes Scotty over the edge again ! maybe he should have went to the rain forest with the gang! might have straightened him out some ! Lol!

Great update geni !
 
Ugh...Scotty's falling again. And somehow, I feel like he's going to need something very CRUCIAL to get him out of this ... I can't wait to see this outcome.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH the RT in the rainforest. How come I feel as if there's going to be something very bad happening to everyone... And wtf is up with H going all jungle boy on them? That's hilarious just by itself. So much is going on...so much hilarity...So very little time...

Awesome update:D
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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APL Manhattan Miami, boardroom, 10:20am

Bob: I'm sure he'll be here any minute. Traffic and all that.

Executive: I took the same roads to get here.

Bob: Mister Finch is a busy man, he has more on his plate this week than we do collectively all year. He'll be here.

Roger: *looks at watch*

10:53

Bob: *places hands on hips*

Roger: I have another meeting in 15 minutes, is he coming or not?

Bob: I'll give him a call. *pulls out cellphone, dials*

Inside car, parkinglot

Cellphone rings

Scott: *opens eyes* ...*grabs phone, opens it* What.

Bob: You look at a clock lately?

Scott: *looks at clock, blinks*

Bob: I've got 13 people here who are waiting for you.

Scott: I'll be up in a minute. *closes phone*

APL Manhattan Miami, 30th floor

Roger: Sorry but I'm not missing my other meeting. *stands*

Bob: He'll be up in a few minutes, I promise. He's just running late. We've all had days like that, right? I think we can give him the benefit of the doubt.

Scott: *walks in, shuts door*

Roger: *sits*

Scott: *walks over to table, sits*

Bob: *places folder on table* Here you go, sir.

Scott: Thanks. *opens folder, looks down*

Bob: *pulls out chair, sits*

Everyone: *staring at Scott*

Scott: *flips page*

Bob: *rubs hands together*

Scott: *leans over, whispers* What's this meeting about?

Bob: Uh...new VP.

Scott: *looks down at paper* We have a new VP?

Bob: No, that's why we're having this meeting.

Scott: Oh good. *lifts head* Any suggestions?

Roger: You have the list we narrowed down.

Scott: *looks down at paper* ...Why are there only men?

Roger: There were women, we just voted for these as the best candidates.

Scott: I don't like these. *closes folder*

Roger: You didn't even read their information.

Bob: What Mister Finch means to say is he wants another review of the candidates and for the list to include at least 2 women. I don't think that's so hard. It's our policy.

Roger: Great, you want the list to include 2 Asians, 2 Blacks and 2 Hispanics too?

Bob: Don't be a smartass.

Roger: We've spent the last 3 weeks compiling names for the position. I'm not doing it again to satisfy Finch's need to be politcally correct. If he wanted us to do it that way, he should have said so in the first place.

Bob: He doesn't need to hold your hand everytime you're given a task. Our policy is to even the playing ground and you didn't do that.

Roger: Is it my fault that those people on the page are qualified and ready to do the job? We shouldn't have to pander to society.

Bob: Re-do the candidates list.

Roger: *looks at Scott* ...Is he asleep?

Bob: *looks at Scott, elbows him*

Scott: *lifts head* What.

Roger: We're having a meeting. Are we boring you?

Scott: I want another list in 2 weeks.

Roger: Exactly 2 weeks or whenever the hell we feel like it in that general timeframe? Because it seems like that's your new policy.

Scott: *stares at Roger*

Bob: Get out.

Roger: Excuse me?

Bob: If you're not going to participate like a human being, you can leave.

Roger: You're not my boss.

Scott: You want to be fired next?

Roger: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *staring at Roger*

Roger: *grabs briefcase, leaves*

Bob: Our next item is the new HQ. It's set to be finished at the end of next year. I want you guys to get in contact with our partners and let them know they'll be moving house if they want to stay with us.

12pm

People leave

Bob: *looks at Scott* ...Scotty. *grabs Scott's arm* Hey. *snaps fingers*

Scott: *opens eyes*

Bob: What's going on with you?

Scott: I'm just a little tired.

Bob: You hit your head or something? You sound like my uncle Russ after a few rounds with Alexander Keith.

Scott: Don't worry about it. *stands, walks to door*

Bob: *looks at floor* Oh you lost something here. *kneels, picks up pills* ...What are these?

Scott: *walks over, grabs pills* Aspirin.

Bob: I take aspirin. Come on, Scotty. What's up with you?

Scott: It's personal.

Bob: Well it better be taken care of before we do the media conference in 3 months about the HQ. People are going to want a lengthy Q&A and they can't have that if you're asleep at the podium.

Scott: *smiles* I'll be fine, don't worry about it.

Bob: *nods*

Scott: *walks away*

Gables Estates, house, 7pm

Steph: *eats sandwich*

Lori: *opens cupboard*

Steph: *grabs cup*

Lori: *takes bowl, closes cupboard*

Steph: Where's Daddy?

Lori: Work.

Steph: He's supposed to be home.

Lori: Sometimes he works late, honey. *walks over to table, sits*

Steph: He's supposed to watch cartoons with me.

Lori: I'm sure he will when he gets home.

Steph: *nods*

9:30pm

Steph: *rubs eye* Momma, I'm goin' upstairs.

Lori: Okay.

Steph: *walks away*

Lori: *looks at watch* Ugh. *picks up phone, dials*

Miami PD, 9:32pm

Tom: *picks up phone* Detective Grey. *flips page*

Lori: Could you do me a small favor?

Tom: As long as it has something to do with official police work.

Lori: Scott hasn't come home yet, could you stop by his office real quick?

Tom: You want the missing persons department.

Lori: Tom.

Tom: Yeah, I'll swing by in a few minutes.

Lori: Thanks.

Tom: *hangs up phone*

APL Manhattan Miami

Tom: *grabs doors, yanks them* ...Okay.

Parkinglot

Tom: *walks over to car* ...*knocks on window* Scotty. *opens door* Scott. *pushes Scott's arm*

Scott: *lifts head*

Tom: Hey, wakey wakey.

Scott: *looks at Tom*

Tom: You always sleep in your car?

Scott: *looks at watch* No, I uh...I was going home. I was resting my eyes. Long day. *grabs keys from passenger seat*

Tom: *looks at passenger seat*

Empty pill bottle rolls onto floor

Tom: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *turns key*

Engine starts

Tom: Why don't I give you a ride. You seem beat.

Scott: *rubs eyes* What are you doing here?

Tom: I was in the area. Saw you parked out here.

Scott: Thanks for stopping by but I'll be on my way home now.

Tom: *reaches over, grabs keys*

Engine shuts off

Tom: *grabs Scott's arm* I'm taking you home.

Scott: *shoves Tom*

Tom: *staggers back*

Scott: *shuts door*

Tom: *opens door* No, no come on. Enough of this. *yanks Scott from car*

Scott: *swings fist*

Tom: *spins Scott, slams him against car*

Scott: Ugh.

Tom: Here's how this works. You put your brain back in your head and listen to what I'm saying. You are not driving home. You are under the influence. So unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you get in my car.

Scott: *nods*

Tom: Let's go.

Gables Estates, house, 10pm

Lori: *runs over to door, opens it*

Tom: Found hubby.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *shrugs off Tom, walks into house*

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: When did he get his prescription filled?

Lori: 6 days ago.

Tom: Okay. There was an empty pill bottle on his passenger seat.

Lori: ...Maybe that was an old one.

Tom: I don't think so.

Lori: *scratches head*

Tom: He has a problem, Lori.

Lori: I'll deal with it.

Tom: Something had better happen before he finds something stronger than valium. Y'know?

Lori: *nods*

Tom: *places hand on Lori's shoulder* Have a good night.

Lori: You too.

Tom: *walks away*

Lori: *shuts door*

Bedroom

Scott: *opens medicine cabinet*

Lori: *walks over* What are you doing?

Scott: I don't know where I left my stuff.

Lori: You left the empty bottle in your car.

Scott: That's impossible.

Lori: You went through 30 pills in 6 days, hon.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: This has to stop. Now.

Scott: I don't want to talk about this right now. *shuts off light, walks over to bed*

Lori: *turns around* ...I love you, Scott.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *walks over, wraps arms around Scott*

Scott: *kisses Lori's forehead* Love you.

TBC....................................
 
Scotty's gone off the deep end. Of course, you have to explore why he's abusing his valium, and of course, you have to let him hit rock bottom before he acknowledges how stupid this course of action really is. I would hope that he won't find that next high...that's a road to ruin. *Sigh* I just wished that the finch's could be happy together. I mean, they deserve happiness...

Awesome update!
 
woah! what the hell just happened here...Scotty is popping pills and Tom is the responsible one...oh geez...

Great update Geni!
 
Well I'm glad Tom Found Scott before he hit the road in his pill induced stupor! I don't know what Lori has in mind, but i hope she does it quick or Scott is gonna be in bigger trouble!

Note to Lori! Send his ass to the RT gang in the Rain Forest! Lets see if he can survive them and Valium at the same time! lol! That would be major fun!

Good thing Bob knows his stuff or Scott would have been sunk in that meeting!

Great update Geni !
 
Aww, poor Scotty. Why does it always seem that Lori and Scott can't both be okay at the same time without the world blowing up (literally and figuratively)?

I love Tom for making Scott get in his car. Go Tommy!

Great update! :D

And, as a side note, I love your signature, Geni... that's one of my favorite quotes! :lol:
 
Thanks so much for the reviews! :)

^ Hehe I love it too. :D

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Brazil, rainforest, 2am

Rain pours overhead

Katie: *frowning*

Anni: *pulls can into tent* Anyone want some free water?

Katie: How about a free hotel room.

Speed: You were the one who was excited about this.

Katie: Yeah well everything looks so fun and perfect on television, I didn't think we'd be fighting for our lives.

Anni: You got stung by a bee.

Katie: I could have been allergic.

Colton: I'm trying to sleep through the terrential rains here and you're ruining it by speaking.

Katie: Shut up.

Anni: *leans against pillows* I don't know, I kind of like it here. It's very organic.

Katie: It's hot, humid, wet and green. And this tent is leaking.

Speed: Don't sit under the leak.

Katie: *rolls eyes* Alright, bed time. *lies down*

Anni: Do I have to lie beside Horatio? He takes all the blankets.

Speed: I'm sure you'll figure something out. *lies down, wraps arm around Katie*

Katie: *closes eyes*

Anni: You know, for people who aren't together, you're sure cozy.

Katie: Ask him.

Speed: Night, ladies.

Anni: Ha. Ha.

APL Manhattan Miami, 10am

Scott: *steps off elevator*

Bob: *walks over* Uh Scotty we were supposed to be on a jet an hour ago to Manhattan. Wow, were you working out or something? You're a sweaty mess.

Scott: I'm not going anywhere today.

Bob: You have to. You're supposed to have a meeting with the mayor this afternoon.

Scott: Which mayor?

Bob: ....New York mayor.

Scott: What for?

Bob: He's trying to promote 'green' construction and APL's going to be the tallest skyscraper in New York to be completely green.

Scott: What the hell does that mean?

Bob: *blinks* Walk with me.

Scott: No, I need to take a trip to the men's room.

Bob: *grabs Scott's arm* You can do that when we get on the plane.

Scott: Our plane or regular plane?

Bob: Uh...*opens folder, looks down* American Airlines. The private jet's out for maintenance.

Scott: Then I need the restroom now.

Bob: Why? You afraid to pee within feet of 300 people?

Scott: *walks away*

Bob: *grabs Scott* We have to go now.

Airport, 11am

Bob: Okay, here's your ticket.

Scott: I'll be right back.

Bob: We have to get through security or we'll miss our flight. You can grab something to eat or drink on the plane.

Scott: I just need 15 minutes.

Bob: For what?

Scott: For something I can't take on the plane.

Bob: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *looks around*

Bob: ...You brought a bomb?

Scott: *looks at Bob* Would you keep it down? No.

Bob: Then what?

Scott: *hands over briefcase*

Bob: *opens briefcase* ...You're diabetic? Oh I'm sure they'll let you take that on the plane if you have the proper documentati-

Scott: I'm not diabetic.

Bob: *lifts head* Noooo. This is smack! Junk! Tar! Scat! Skunk! Dragon! D-

Scott: Would you knock it off?

Bob: Scotty this is illegal, you can't take this on a plane. Who does this belong to?

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: No way.

Scott: It's not a big deal.

Bob: Not a big deal? APL cannot have its leader high on drugs. Is this what all this is? The shaking, sweating, vomiting? You're coming off of something.

Scott: Robert, I need 15 minutes. Okay? I'm not meeting with the New York mayor so I can puke all over his shoes. *grabs briefcase, walks away*

Bob: *rubs forehead* Oh boy.

Men's room, 25 minutes later

Bob: *walks in* Scotty! C'mon man, we can't miss this flight. *walks over to stall, opens it* Geez. *kneels, grabs Scott's face* Hey! Time to go!

Scott: Wha?

Bob: Plane's leaving in a half hour. I can't give you anymore time.

Scott: *lies head on toilet*

Bob: *grabs Scott* Up we go.

Scott: *stands*

Bob: Security, here we come.

Scott: Ugh. *kneels, grabs onto toilet*

Bob: No, we-

Scott: *vomits*

Bob: Well that's lovely. Why don't I have someone take you home.

Scott: Ugh, the meeting.

Bob: I'll take care of it.

New York, restaurant

Bob: *smiles* Mister Mayor. *extends hand* I'm Robert, I'll be your go-to guy for all your questions today.

Mayor: I thought Scott Finch would be meeting with me.

Bob: Unfortunately he's come down with an awful bout of the flu so he sent me. I've been briefed on everything you need to know. He does send his apologies.

Mayor: Alright. *points to booth* Have a seat.

Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 1pm

Scott: *leaning over toilet*

Lori: *walks over* You need anything?

Scott: Yeah, for you to get the hell out and stop checking on me.

Lori: *sits*

Scott: *looks at Lori* Get. Out.

Lori: No. *shuts door* I'm staying right here until all that garbage is out of your system.

Scott: You want me to kick your ass?

Lori: Bring it on.

Scott: *frowning*

Lori: *crosses legs* Kids are with Tom tonight so it's just you and I.

Scott: Lori, I'm seriously not in the mood for this. I want to be alone.

Lori: It's okay, I don't mind seeing you bust a gut.

Scott: *lies head on arm*

Lori: What's the story? Why are you doing this to yourself?

Scott: I just...needed to escape.

Lori: Escape what? Us? Your job? Your memories? What is it you think you need to run from?

Scott: It doesn't matter.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's back*

Scott: Don't touch me.

Lori: *pulls hand away*

Scott: Thank you.

Lori: I'll get you some water. You should stay hydrated.

Scott: I feel like I'm going to die.

Lori: You won't. Believe me, you should be thankful this happened instead of immense unadulterated bliss.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Look what happened to Tom. Lost his job, his family, his home...his good looks.

Scott: *narrows eyes*

Lori: *clears throat* Anyway, the point is, you know where this road goes.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: ...I can give you some space. If you promise to stay here.

Scott: Trust me, I'm not going anywhere.

Lori: Good. I'll get you that water. *leans over, kisses Scott's cheek*

TBC....................................
 
Well I guess Scott is going to be in the toilet for a while talking to the porcelain God RAAAALLPH! lol! Maybe he'll wise up and let Lori help him! I still say he needs to be with Speed in the Rain Forest! Lol! I think he needs some Bro-mance guidance! As you can plainly see he can not function with out his Boyfriend around! lol!

Yay! Bob! Way to step up and handle the job for the boss! I vote for Bob to be the VP. What would Scott do without him!

great update Geni !
 
I'm glad that this didn't bode well with Scotty. Instead now, he's sick as a dog and biting other's head off. I wish he could just face what it is that's causing him to want to escape. Poor Lori's having to go through this on the opposite side of it all...that's gotta be hard to see.

Awesome update...

ps... Tim and katie are now back together...let's see how fast this lasts...lol
 
Thanks for the reviews. :adore:

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Biscayne Park, house, 4pm

Steph: Tommy I'm hungry.

Tom: Me too. What do you want?

Lori: *walks in* Her mother.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Mind if I hang out for a while? Scott's detoxing.

Tom: Ouch.

Lori: Yeah. *sits on couch*

Steph: What's for dinner, Momma?

Lori: How about pizza?

Steph: *smiles* YEAH!

Lori: Great, I'll go order one. *stands, walks away*

Steph: *grabs Tom's arm* I wanna watch TV.

Tom: Great, me too. *picks up remote, turns on television*

Steph: CARTOONS, TOMMY!

Tom: I'm getting there.

Steph: *tilts head* How come there's naked people on your TV?

Lori: *looks over*

Tom: *turns off television* You know what, I think the TV's broken.

Steph: *grabs backpack, opens it*

Tom: *looks at Steph*

Steph: You can help me learn math. *pulls out flashcards*

Tom: *lifts brow* You learn for fun? You're definitely Scotty's kid. *takes flashcards*

Steph: Okay, go.

Tom: *lifts card* 2+2.

Steph: I know this one, it's 4.

Tom: Great. *drops card* How about this?

Steph: Hmm...*taps chin*

Tom: *smirks*

Steph: OH I KNOW! 5.

Tom: Good job.

Steph: *smiles*

Tom: This is hard stuff.

Steph: Not really. Daddy's been teachin' me my multiples.

Tom: Oh really.

Steph: Yup.

Tom: Okay, solve this one since you think you're so smart. *grabs pen and paper, scribbles*

Steph: *looks at paper*

Tom: Here you go.

Steph: *stares at paper*

Lori: *walks over, grabs paper* Don't do that. She's in kindergarten, she's not enrolled at MIT.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *looks at paper* You can't even solve this.

Tom: Yes I can.

Lori: What is it?

Tom: Thermal physics.

Lori: *rolls eyes* Yeah, you're up on thermal physics.

Tom: *grabs paper, writes*

Lori: *looks at paper*

Tom: *writing*

Lori: You're just putting whatever you want.

Tom: No, I'm solving the equation.

Lori: That's impossible. *grabs paper, stares at it*

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: ...I don't get it.

Tom: I don't expect you to.

Lori: *looks at Tom* Are you saying I'm stupid?

Tom: No.

Lori: *looks down at paper* I can't believe you're this smart.

Tom: *smiles*

Lori: No no. *laughs* No.

Tom: Lori, it doesn't matter.

Steph: Momma, I'm gonna go play with Dom. *stands, runs away*

Lori: *leans back on couch* I ordered a triple cheese pizza with extra cheese.

Tom: Don't you have a figure to maintain?

Lori: *slaps Tom's chest*

Tom: *smiles*

Den, 8pm

Steph: But I don't wanna go.

Lori: Bed.

Steph: It's too early.

Tom: Come on, Lori. Let her stay up a little longer. It's the weekend.

Lori: What's with you men and this 'weekend' garbage? When I was a kid, there were no such thing as weekends.

Tom: You didn't have a normal childhood.

Lori: Okay. Steph, a half hour is all I'm giving you.

Steph: YAY! *jumps onto couch, looks at TV*

Lori: *wraps arm around Steph*

Steph: *eats popcorn*

Lori: *kisses Steph's head*

Tom: *stares at television*

Lori: You don't mind if we stay the night, right?

Tom: Not at all.

Lori: Great.

Tom: Thanks for asking, by the way.

Lori: *smiles*

11pm

Lori: This show sucks. *grabs remote*

Tom: I like this show.

Lori: I don't.

Tom: Too bad. My TV, my rules. *takes remote back*

Lori: I want to see that thing about drug cartels.

Tom: Why?

Lori: It's interesting.

Tom: Well I'm not done watching Biggest Loser.

Lori: What the hell is so interesting about people trying to decrease their dress size?

Tom: They're pushing for something.

Lori: Then let's watch A Baby Story.

Tom: *frowns* Hilarious.

Lori: *grabs at remote*

Tom: No. *pulls remote away*

Lori: I'm not watching this for another hour, give it. *climbs into Tom's lap, grabs at remote*

Tom: No, get lost.

Lori: *smiles* I'm going to get what I want.

Tom: You can't always.

Lori: I will. *grabs Tom's arm*

Tom: AH! Cut your nails.

Lori: *smiling* Let go of the remote and I might.

Tom: *clears throat* Why don't you sit on the couch please.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: I'm uncomfortable.

Lori: *places forehead against Tom*

Tom: And married.

Lori: *closes eyes*

Tom: *grabs Lori's hips, shoves her onto couch*

Lori: ...I'm sorry.

Tom: *stares at television*

Lori: I guess I'm just upset about Scott.

Tom: Then maybe you should be thinking about him instead of trying to get in my pants.

Lori: You're right.

Tom: *flips channel*

Lori: Maybe I should just go to bed.

Tom: You don't have to. It's over.

Lori: *crosses arms, sinks into couch*

Tom: Want the remote?

Lori: Watch whatever you want.

Tom: ...Are you mad at me?

Lori: No. I'm mad at myself.

Tom: *nods slowly*

Lori: *shakes head* You're my ex-step mother's husband.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: You're my little sister's father. You know how messed up and incredibly stupid that is?

Tom: ...When you put it that way, sure.

Lori: I'm an idiot.

Tom: If you're just going to grump out all night, you may as well go to bed.

Lori: Shut up.

Tom: Fine, be a bitch too.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *flips channel*

TBC............................
 
Whoa up there Lori! Lets not fall off the wagon with Tom again! At least Tom was smart enough to stop it before it started. I think she needs to get Scott cleaned up, and fast before something happens!

What the hell was Tom watching on the TV? Tom was that porn you had on MR. I think someone misses their wife! A lot! Hmm. Well like Speed says "Gotta keep your pimp hand strong"! lol! Nice Tom! Remember their are children in the house! lol!

Great update Geni !
 
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