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

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Reading this, I now know why I despised Gavin so much. He's a prick. Plain and simple. And trying to inject himself back into Lori's life through taking a job at the MDPD isn't going to work. As much as it was satisfying to see Lori really give it to him, I think we've not seen the end of Gavin...the a$$ wipe...

Awesome update!
 
I agree with Anni ! This is not a good thing! I would venture to say that Scott, Tom or Speed would have something to say about him being back hovering around like a vulture! he better hope they don't catch him out anywhere!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :D

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Miami PD, desk

Tom: *opens folder, writes*

Tripp: *walks over* Carter.

Tom: Grey.

Tripp: Got a case for you. You're working with the new guy.

Tom: We have a new guy?

Gavin: Do I call you Grey or Carter?

Tom: *lifts head*

Tripp: Have fun. *walks away*

Tom: *lowers eyes*

Gavin: Got a DB in the Grove and I need one of you CSI guys to pick up all the goods. *slaps Tom on the back* C'mon let's head out, Tomcat. *walks away*

Tom: *frowns*

Coconut Grove, house

Gavin: Sure smells ripe in here.

Tom: *places kit on floor*

Gavin: You can start by taking pictures over there and clear a path for me.

Tom: ...I thought you were supposed to be new.

Gavin: New, not inexperienced. Chop chop.

Tom: *opens kit, pulls out gloves*

Gavin: You got more than one speed on you?

Tom: It's not a race.

Gavin: I'd like to not smell like death today, kick up the pace.

Tom: *stands, lifts camera*

Gavin: What's your specialty anyway?

Tom: Specialty?

Gavin: Yeah. It's like a CSI super power.

Tom: *fiddles with camera strap* Uh...I don't know, I just do what they tell me.

Gavin: What'd you do before they snagged you?

Tom: It's not really pertinent to the investigation. *walks away*

Bedroom

Tom: *snaps pictures*

Gavin: The fat ones always leak the most.

Tom: He's not fat, he's bloated.

Gavin: Remind me never to die home alone in my bed.

Tom: *snaps pictures* You know, I swear I've seen you somewhere before.

Gavin: I doubt it.

Tom: *lowers camera* ...You were the guy who paged me and took off.

Gavin: I don't think so.

Tom: *shakes head* I never forget a face, man.

Gavin: Just do your job.

Tom: *sigh*

Gavin: Check out what's under his thigh.

Tom: ...That would be more thigh.

Gavin: You should roll him over anyway.

Tom: The coroner does that.

Gavin: I thought you CSI guys did everything.

Tom: No.

Gavin: I guess you're not as useful as your title implies.

Tom: *frowns*

Gavin: I'm going to get some air. Finish up in here. *walks away*

Tom: *shakes head*

Outside

Gavin: *lights cigarette*

Tom: *walks over* Hey, new guy. You can't just skip out on work and throw it all to the next guy. You get paid for this, you know.

Gavin: Want a cigarette?

Tom: *blinks* ...Yeah, what the hell.

Gavin: *hands over cigarette*

Restaurant, 12:23pm

Lori: *walks over, smiles* Hey. Sorry I'm late, I went shopping with Riley.

Tom: *stands* It's fine.

Lori: *wraps arms around Tom* How's your day been?

Tom: It could be better.

Lori: *looks up at Tom* ...Have you been smoking?

Tom: *stares at Lori* It's legal.

Lori: Yeah, first it's cigarettes, next it'll be heroin.

Tom: Lori, I'm a grown man.

Lori: *smiles* Yes you are.

Tom: The point is, I don't need you looking over my shoulder. *gestures to booth*

Lori: *sits*

Tom: *sits* How's Scott?

Lori: He's still in New York. *fiddles with napkin*

Tom: *nods*

Lori: You'll never believe who I ran into the other day. Gavin.

Tom: *tilts head* Gavin West?

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: I just got assigned a newbie, his name's Gavin.

Lori: NO! No no! *runs around table, grabs Tom by the shirt* He's my dead ex-husband.

Tom: *nods slowly* Uh huh.

Lori: He's not really dead, he faked his death to pursue a case undercover and then he turned into this big time criminal and now he's back under a new name and I don't know what he's up to but it can't be good. You have to keep away from him. *gasp* HE MADE YOU SMOKE!

Tom: Are you high?

Lori: *hugs Tom* I just fixed you and he's going to ruin it!

Tom: *sigh* Lori, y-

Lori: YOU HAVE A WIFE! AND A BABY ON THE WAY!

Tom: *looks around* You mind quieting down?

Lori: YOU'RE A FATHER NOW. THAT BABY'S GONNA CALL YOU DADDY, YOU CAN'T BE RUNNING AROUND WITH BAD MEN! YOU'RE A ROLE MODEL! *slaps Tom in the face*

Tom: *blinks* Ow.

Lori: NO MORE SMOKING. YOU NEED TO THOSE LUNGS TO CHASE BABIES AROUND THE BACKYARD ON A WARM SUMMER AFTERNOON!

Tom: Lori, b-

Lori: *starts to cry, grips Tom's shirt* I can't lose you, you're my babysitter!

Tom: What the hell is wrong with you?

Lori: *lies head on Tom's chest*

Tom: I'm not going anywhere, Lori.

Lori: Yes you are. Gavin manipulates everyone into his evil web of destruction. I once shared a cigarette with him and the next thing I knew, I WAS MARRIED!

Tom: ...I don't want to marry him.

Waitress: *walks over* What can I get for you?

Tom: Bolt cutters.

Waitress: *smirks*

Tom: I'll have a coffee, please.

Waitress: And for her?

Tom: Her sanity.

Waitress: *smiles*

Tom: She'll have a salad.

Waitress: Sure. *walks away*

Lori: Promise me you won't get caught up in his games.

Tom: Okay, I promise.

Lori: I'm serious. He's dangerous.

Tom: Yeah, sure. Could you let go now? I'd like to breathe.

Lori: Oh. *sits up*

Tom: Here. *grabs Lori's face, wipes her eyes*

Lori: *lifts brow*

Tom: Now people won't think I'm breaking up with you or something.

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: Sit on the other side, yeah?

Lori: Right. *walks around table*

Tom: *looks out window*

TBC..................................
 
As funny as Lori's antics were, she's telling the truth. Gavin is so slick, he'd have you smoking a ciggarette first and then hitting the real stuff... He really can't be too careful...

I love that Lori was a bit wacky here, and very conspiracy therorist here...lol. It's refreshing to see her so concerned for someone's well being. Aww...Lori's growing tremendously!


Awesome update...

PS...Gavin's an ass...plain and simple...
 
OMG ! LMAORF! LORI! Step away from the Tom! Geez! Lol! Shes freakin turning into KAtie right before out very eyes ! lol! I thought she was gonnahave Tom thrown to the floor and crawling across it to the door just so they wouldn't detected leaving! My Lord Girl! take a chill pill for about a sec.!

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews. :adore:

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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 11pm

Lori: *flips page of book*

Steph: *pushes door* Momma.

Lori: *lifts eyes* You're supposed to be in bed.

Steph: *runs over, jumps onto bed*

Lori: What's going on?

Steph: *lifts Lori's arm, cuddles closer*

Lori: *sigh* Steph, you have to stop this. You need to sleep in your own bed.

Steph: There's monsters under my bed.

Lori: No there aren't.

Steph: Daddy always checks but he's not here.

Lori: Steph, monsters are make-bel...

Steph: *lifts head*

Lori: You know what, let's go check. *grabs Steph's hand*

Steph: *jumps off bed*

Children's bedroom

Lori: *turns on light*

Steph: *hugs Lori's waist*

Lori: *walks over to bed*

Steph: Momma no.

Lori: You wanted me to check.

Steph: They're gonna getcha.

Lori: Oh I can take on anything. All you need is a sharp mind and a quick body. *kneels*

Steph: *looks down at floor*

Lori: *looks under bed*

Dominick: BOO!

Lori: *screams*

Steph: *giggles*

Lori: *falls backwards* Hey! *grabs Steph, drags her to floor*

Steph: *giggling*

Lori: *laughs* You sneaky little thing, you! *tickles Steph*

Steph: *squeals*

Dominick: *crawls out from under bed*

Lori: *places hand on Dominick's head* You got me.

Dominick: *claps*

Steph: We scared you, Momma?

Lori: Oh absolutely.

Dominick: *crawls over Lori*

Lori: Where do you think you're going, mister? *grabs Dominick*

Dominick: *cackles*

Lori: I'm not finished with you yet. *grabs Dominick, kisses his cheeks*

Dominick: *smiling* BAH! *kicks feet*

Lori: *smiling*

Doorbell rings

Lori: *lifts head* Okay, bedtime.

Steph: *climbs into bed*

Lori: *picks up Dominick*

Dominick: *wraps arms around Lori's neck*

Lori: *leans over, kisses Steph's cheek*

Steph: Night, Momma.

Foyer, 5 minutes later

Lori: *runs over to door, opens it*

Gavin: *leaning on door frame*

Lori: *frowns*

Gavin: Big place. No wonder it took you forever to get down here.

Lori: What are you doing here.

Gavin: I can't visit?

Lori: No. And especially not at this hour.

Gavin: You used to be a lot more fun. It's early yet.

Lori: Well I'm sorry to disappoint you but my days of snorting coke until I drop are over.

Gavin: Riiight, you're a Stepford Wife now.

Lori: Get off my property.

Gavin: *steps closer* We need to catch up.

Lori: *places hand on Gavin's chest* We really don't.

Gavin: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *lowers eyes* ...You're wearing a gun.

Gavin: Mhm.

Lori: I don't want you in my house with a gun.

Gavin: I don't go anywhere without it. It's a Texas thing.

Lori: You can leave it in your car or you can get the hell out.

Gavin: *pushes past Lori, walks in*

Lori: *frowns*

Gavin: *looks around* What does uh...hubby do for a living, anyway?

Lori: *shuts door, turns around*

Gavin: Besides shooting your ex-husbands, that is.

Lori: I don't think he regrets that too much.

Gavin: Uh huh.

Lori: Why are you really back?

Gavin: *picks up wine bottle* This just on display or do you actually drink it?

Lori: *walks over, grabs bottle* It's for special occasions.

Gavin: Let's have a drink.

Lori: What for?

Gavin: ...New beginnings?

Lori: I don't want 'new beginnings' with you. *slams bottle onto counter* You've out-stayed your welcome.

Gavin: *steps closer* I brought you a present.

Lori: If it's you driving away,-

Gavin: *lifts bag*

Lori: *looks at bag*

Gavin: *smiles* It's the good stuff.

Lori: ...*lifts eyes* Are you kidding me? You're the one who wanted me to kick that stuff.

Gavin: *opens bag, sits on couch*

Lori: *looks at Gavin*

Gavin: *dumps powder onto table*

Lori: *crosses arms* This is a joke, right?

Gavin: *pulls out credit card, starts slicing through powder* No joke. C'mon, have a seat.

Lori: I can't believe you're doing this.

Gavin: *leans over table*

Lori: *closes eyes, turns head away* Get out.

Gavin: *rubs nose* Sit.

Lori: No.

Gavin: *pulls out gun, places it on table* There are 3 bullets in the magazine. You want it to stay that way?

Lori: *angry sigh*

Gavin: *grabs Lori's arm, yanks her down*

Lori: Ugh! *falls onto couch*

Gavin: Have some.

Lori: No.

Gavin: *picks up gun, places it against Lori's head*

Lori: *stares blankly*

Gavin: You want to die?

Lori: ...Get out of my house.

Gavin: *frowns, lowers gun* You're very disappointing. *stands, walks away*

Door slams

Lori: *flinches*

TBC............................
 
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Officiallly...I need someone to take him out. Gavin is a thorn in everyone's side. He brought a gun... he brought DRUGS....UGH...Really, just put him out of his misery. For a second though, I thought that she was going to do it, but I'm glad her determination held. Although...he just left without the drugs, so that means that they are still sitting on the table...I hope she doesn't succumb. She has come too far and learned so much from her mistakes...Gah! What a predicament. I'm sure she's goingto make the right decision. I do like how you showed her toughness, yet fear in the last moment...

Awesome, tense filled update!
 
Well Lori you now need to flush the rest and make sure you clean up the damn table! If the kids or someone get in the residue there gonna get dosed !

Great update Geni!
 
*kicks Gavin* I swear, if you mess things up...

*hugs Lori* Poor thing. :(

*high fives Steph and Dom* That was awesome. Good job, kiddies! :D

*hugs Tom too* I'm sorry you have to work with him.

Great updates! :D
 
Gavin needs to be shot...I think Lori should do it

Tom...oh please be careful

The kiddos made me laugh with their trick...good job!
 
Thanks so much for the reviews! Hee. :D

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Gables Estates, house, 6am

Lori: *staring at table, biting nails*

Tom: *pushes door* Lori? *steps in* Hey, I called, you never picked up. *walks over* What...the hell is on your table?

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Tom: *sits on couch, wipes Lori's cheek* What happened? What's all this?

Lori: ...Gavin.

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: H-He pointed a gun to my head, he wanted me to take a hit but I said no and he left. I-I haven't touched it.

Tom: *looks at table*

Lori: *grabs Tom's arm* Get rid of it.

Tom: *nods* Okay.

Kitchen

Tom: *turns on sink*

Lori: *stares into sink*

Tom: You alright?

Lori: What do you think? Ugh, you know what, I've had enough of this. Scott needs to get his ass back to Miami. *walks away*

Tom: Uh...okay.

Upstairs, bedroom

Lori: *throws suitcase onto bed*

Tom: Where are you going?

Lori: New York.

Tom: *blinks* You can't call Scotty?

Lori: I want to speak to him, face-to-face. You mind watching the kids?

Tom: Yes.

Lori: *turns around* I will owe you big time. It'll only be for a couple days.

Tom: Lori, I have enough on my plate without adding children who don't belong to me.

Lori: I'll pay you.

Tom: That's hilarious coming from you.

Lori: I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. Besides, Steph spends all day at school and Dom kicks it at daycare. You'll barely have to see them.

Tom: I'd rather not see them at all.

Lori: *places hands on Tom's chest* Steph loves hanging out with you.

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: And she's really missing Scott...I think it would be good for her.

Tom: I'm not her father.

Lori: Scott doesn't seem to be lately, either.

Tom: *lowers eyes*

Lori: When I was little, I didn't have a stable man in my life. I don't want that to happen to her too.

Tom: ...Okay.

Lori: Thank you. *turns around, throws clothes into suitcase* Oh and Dom's starting to bite and pinch so watch out.

Tom: *frowns*

Manhattan, Wall Street, 10am

Lori: *looks around* ...Alright. I know I'm in New York...now I just need to figure out where the hell I am. *looks down at map* ...Ugh...okay, no problem, I need a landmark. *starts walking* Where art thou bigass empire building thing?

People start to swarm

Lori: AH! What is this, professional recess? *stumbles* AH! *bumps into Man, drops purse*

Man: *turns around, lowers phone*

Lori: Watch it, buster! No funny moves, I have a knife...somewhere on me! *kneels, grabs at purse*

People kick purse around

Lori: Oh come on! Don't you people know where you're stepping!

People bump into Lori

Lori: ACK!

Man: *kneels, picks up purse*

Lori: HEY! THAT'S MINE, BUCKO! *snatches purse, stands*

Man: *lifts head, stands* I thought you might need some help, Miss.

Lori: Mind your own business. *looks down at map* Ugh, it got ripped.

Man: What are you looking for?

Lori: The Empire State Building.

Man: *smiles* That would be on the other side of town. Did you lose your tour group?

Lori: No. My husband works there, I'm trying to yell at him for being gone all the time.

Man: Ah. Well you need to take that station over there. *points to subway entrance*

Lori: *looks back* I just came from there. Your city is confusing as hell, mister...um..

Man: Matthew Whitfield. *extends hand*

Lori: *grabs Matthew's hand* Right. Nice to meet you, now could you direct me to the right train?

Cellphone rings

Matthew: *looks down at phone*

Lori: Nevermind, I can see you're busy. Thanks anyway.

Matthew: *places phone in pocket* Nah, it's not important. Why don't I take you downstairs.

Lori: Fine. But keep your hands to yourself. *walks away*

Subway station

Lori: *staring up at screens* This must be what ants feel like when they get to a new hill.

Matthew: You want the second one on the list. It'll put you about a block away.

Lori: Great. Thanks.

Matthew: I uh, never got your name.

Lori: *looks at Matthew* Lori.

Matthew: *smiles* It was nice to meet you.

Lori: *nods*

Matthew: *reaches into breast pocket, pulls out card* If you ever need anymore help getting around...here's my card.

Lori: *looks at card*

Matthew: Some people find the city overwhelming.

Lori: *takes card* ...Does this usually work on women?

Matthew: *tilts head* I don't know what you mean.

Lori: *laughs* 'Here's my card'? Now that's gotta be a businessman line or something. It's cute. Too bad it's not going to work, I'm very happily married thank you very much.

Matthew: *blinks*

Lori: You can just keep your card. *stuffs card into Matthew's coat*

Matthew: *looks down at coat*

Lori: *slaps Matthew on the chest* Take care. *walks away*

Matthew: ...*lifts brow*

TBC....................................

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Empire State Building, 79th floor, 11:45am

Lori: *walks up to counter*

Receptionist: *smiles* Welcome to APL, how can I help you?

Lori: I'm looking for Scott Finch.

Receptionist: He's in a meeting right now, can I take a message?

Lori: No, you can take me to Scott.

Receptionist: I'm sorry but he's in a meeting right now.

Lori: *blinks* Okay here's where I think we're having a problem. Um, I don't care.

Receptionist: If you'd like to speak to him, you'll have to make an appointment. *opens book, grabs pen* How does next Tuesday, 9:30am sound?

Lori: Ridiculous. He's my husband.

Receptionist: Oh. Why didn't you say that to begin with?

Lori: Can I see him now?

Receptionist: You'll need to make an appointment.

Lori: *frowns* I seem to go through this everytime I get here. Get my husband!

Receptionist: I'm sorry he's in a meeting right now. But I can relay a message.

Lori: You deaf? Pull him out of his meeting.

Receptionist: I'm afraid Mister Finch doesn't like to be interrupted.

Lori: Trust me, he'll be fine with it. *walks past counter*

Receptionist: You can't go back there! *stands, runs*

Hallway

Lori: *grabs doorknobs, yanks them*

Receptionist: *runs over* You'll have to wait in the waiting room. It's policy.

Lori: SCOTT!

Receptionist: I'm sorry but yelling isn't allowed here. It upsets the atmosphere. Mister Finch prefers a peaceful environment.

Lori: SCOTT FINCH, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

Receptionist: And he certainly doesn't allow cursing.

Lori: OH, GEE, LOOK, HERE COMES A PLANE!

Scott: *opens door* Get in here.

Lori: *smiles* Hey babe.

Office

Scott: *shuts door* What the hell are you doing here?

Lori: Tracking your ass down.

Scott: Why?

Lori: Um, let's see...*snaps fingers* oh that's right, you're my husband and the father of my children.

Scott: Yeah, and?

Lori: *blinks* ...And we love you? *looks around* I thought you were having a meeting.

Scott: We just finished.

Lori: Great so you can come home now.

Scott: I need at least another week, I'm not going anywhere.

Lori: No. There is no way you're staying here another week.

Scott: I'm sorry but I can't leave. I have a lot of work to get done. *places hand on Lori's shoulder* I'll have someone drive you back to the airport.

Lori: I don't want to go back to the airport, not without you. What the hell is wrong with you?

Scott: I can't have any distractions, Lori.

Lori: *stares at Scott* ...That's what we are to you. Distractions.

Scott: *lowers head* You know that's not what I meant.

Lori: I think it is.

Scott: Why don't I just have someone take you back to my condo and I'll meet up with you a little later.

Lori: You have a condo?

Scott: Yeah. You didn't think I slept in my office, did you?

Lori: Gosh, I don't know where I got that idea. *shakes head* Job in New York, condo in New York...you got a girlfriend here too?

Scott: *frowns* Jesus, Lori. Of course not.

Lori: Well, what am I supposed to think? You have a whole other life here.

Scott: You knew what I did for a living when you met me.

Lori: No. I knew Scott, not 'Mister Finch'. I'm tired of this.

Scott: Then why don't you guys just move here.

Lori: You don't get it. It doesn't matter where we go. You are nowhere to be found.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Don't you ever miss us?

Scott: ...All the time.

Lori: *nods* ...This isn't going to work, Scott. I'm not going to spend my whole life waiting for you. And I don't think the kids will either.

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Lori: If you stay here another 5 days...don't come home at all. *walks away*

Scott: *stares at door*

Condo, 4pm

Lori: *opens door*

Bailey: You said it was urgent?

Lori: Yeah, get inside.

Bailey: *steps in* What's going on? Are you okay?

Lori: *hands over flashlight*

Bailey: *looks down at flashlight*

Lori: This is Scott's condo. I need to find evidence of women.

Bailey: *lifts brow*

Lori: He's been gone a lot.

Bailey: Oh. So what do we do when we find girls hiding under his floor boards?

Lori: *frowns* You were a lot more fun when you were a drunk. *walks away*

Bedroom

Lori: *opens drawers*

Bailey: *opens closet*

Lori: Find anything?

Bailey: Yep we got handcuffs, oxygen, gag balls and photos of women with giant rex Xs on their faces.

Lori: *looks at Bailey*

Bailey: This is Scott Finch, sweetie. What do you think's in his closet? Perfectly pressed shirts and pants, all color coordinated.

Lori: *lifts book* AHA! His little black book. I'm sure there are women all over the place in here.

Bailey: *walks over*

Lori: *flips through pages* Wow he sure writes a lot.

Bailey: That's a bible.

Lori: ...Oh.

Bailey: Lookie here. *picks up picture frame* A photo of you and the kids.

Lori: *looks at picture*

Bailey: It was even facing up. That's a big 'not guilty' sign in my book.

Lori: Let's check the bathroom. *walks away*

Bathroom

Lori: *kneels, opens cupboard*

Bailey: Ooooh, toilet paper and glass cleaner, the bastard.

Lori: AH! I FOUND PORN! *lifts magazine from basket*

Bailey: Looks like a business magazine.

Lori: No no. Watch and learn. *opens magazine*

Bailey: ...Top ten ways to ensure capital stability. Mm, love when Wall Street talks dirty.

Lori: *flips through pages* Who the hell has this in their bathroom? *stands*

Bailey: *stands* Looks completely harmless.

Lori: I know how we'll catch him. The fridge. *walks away*

Kitchen

Lori: Champagne and strawberries, here I come! *opens fridge*

Bailey: Yogurt and a half-eaten pizza.

Lori: *stares blankly*

Bailey: Oh yes! Red bull! *grabs drink*

Lori: I was so sure he was having an affair.

Bailey: Maybe he has it at her place. *grabs piece of pizza, eats*

Lori: *narrows eyes* Interesting. *slams fridge shut, grabs papers from magnets* Her address has to be here somehere in plain sight. *fiddles with papers*

Bailey: Oh, Chinese menu. I'll take that. *grabs menu*

Lori: None of these numbers are for women.

Bailey: Maybe he's gay.

Lori: *looks at Bailey*

Bailey: What? He's very clean.

TBC..................................
 
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LOL! Lori...I can totally understand where she's coming from, she never sees Scott anymore, and she has to wonder if he does have a little something- something on the side. I don't blame her for that at all...However,...enlisting Baliey...that was questionable. She of course makes it fun and entertaining, and is the voice of reasoning... I just hope that Scott can get it in his head that he needs his family as much as they need him. Hopefully, he'll be back within five days.

Awesome update:D
 
Thanks for the review! :D

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Condo, 1am

Lori: *staring at television, flips channel* ...*sigh*

Door opens

Lori: *looks at door*

Scott: *steps in, shuts door*

Lori: *stands*

Scott: *stares at Lori* ...I quit.

Lori: *smiles, runs over, hugs Scott*

Scott: *falls back against door, smiles*

Lori: *kisses Scott* You *kisses Scott* are *kisses Scott* so AWESOME. *kisses Scott*

Scott: *laughs*

Telephones start to ring

Lori: I take it your co-workers aren't happy.

Scott: *rips phone from wall, kisses Lori*

Lori: *smiles*

Miami, condo, 3am

Katie: Whew, home at last. *throws suitcase onto floor*

Suitcase opens, clothes spill everywhere

Speed: *walks in, looks at floor*

Katie: *jumps onto couch* The rainforest was way too green for me.

Speed: What were you expecting?

Katie: Come sit.

Speed: *walks over, sits*

Katie: *turns on television* HOW I'VE MISSED THEE! *hugs remote*

Speed: You know, you should really start paying for half the rent and utilities...and food.

Katie: Why? You let Lori stay with us without paying.

Speed: *squints* She was 13.

Katie: Yeah but she had a job.

Speed: Wasn't a legal one.

Katie: OH! BIGGEST LOSER! I LOVE THIS SHOW! Go make me popcorn.

Speed: *stands, walks into kitchen*

Katie: *looks back* You're actually doing it?

Speed: *opens cupboard*

Katie: *stands, runs over* You don't have to.

Speed: I would love to do something for you.

Katie: *lifts brow, grabs Speed's face* Are you okay?

Speed: *smirks*

Katie: I don't know if I like this subdued...helpful...loving 'you'.

Speed: That's fine.

Katie: *places hand on Speed's forehead* You're sick. I think you caught a jungle disease.

Speed: *kisses Katie*

Katie: *closes eyes*

20 minutes later

Katie: *pulls head away* ...Am I boring you?

Speed: *blinks* What?

Katie: I figured we'd get a little further than first base by now.

Speed: *stares blankly*

Katie: What am I too old and ugly for you?

Speed: No, y-

Katie: I can take a hint that someone's not interested in me.

Speed: Katie, I love you.

Katie: Well your body doesn't agree. *walks upstairs*

Speed: *sighs, rubs forehead*

Biscayne Park, house, 5am

Tom: *reading paper*

Steph: *walks over, rubbing eye*

Tom: Morning.

Steph: Where's Momma?

Tom: Bringing Dad home.

Steph: I don't wanna go to school.

Tom: Too bad.

Steph: *slides chair closer, jumps into chair* I'm not going, Tommy.

Tom: Yes you are.

Steph: No I'm not.

Tom: *looks at Steph* Yes you are.

Steph: *smiles, shakes head* Nope.

Tom: I don't think Mom would be too happy if you didn't go.

Steph: She's not here, Tommy. *places finger on Tom's lips*

Tom: *smirks*

Steph: I want oatmeal.

Tom: I bet you do.

Steph: Go get it, Tommy. *pushes Tom's arm*

Tom: *laughs* You probably think you're so cute.

Steph: Yup.

Tom: *smiling* Well you're not.

Steph: Yes I am.

Tom: If you go get dressed for school, I'll make you some oatmeal.

Steph: *narrows eyes*

Tom: Deal?

Steph: *nods*

Tom: Great. Get going.

New York, condo, 8am

Lori: *places hand on Scott's cheek*

Scott: *opens eyes, smiles*

Lori: Mornin'.

Scott: You're so beautiful.

Lori: I know.

Scott: *laughs*

Lori: *smiles*

Scott: You know, this reminds me of our first morning together.

Lori: Yeah, you were a lot less fit.

Scott: Hilarious.

TBC.............................
 
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