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Psych ward, 11am, 2 days later
Lori: *flips magazine page*
Tom: *steps over*
Lori: *lifts head*
Tom: Hey. I was in the area, I thought I'd see how you're doing.
Lori: *yanks arm* I'm still attached to this bed and I've got one hell of a stomach ache but I'm alive.
Tom: *sits*
Lori: So how long am I in for?
Tom: As long as it takes.
Lori: I don't want to be here.
Tom: I know.
Lori: How do I get out?
Tom: You have to want to get better and work at it.
Lori: Well how long's
that going to take?
Tom: *stares at Lori* This isn't a race.
Lori: And what the hell would you know about any of it?
Tom: ...I jumped off the causeway and overdosed twice. On purpose.
Lori: *lowers eyes*
Tom: It's going to take more than restraints and medications to help you, you have to look inside yourself. Deeply.
Lori: Is this a continuation of the lecture from the other day?
Tom: Good, you were listening. I just hope one of these days, we'll stop flip-flopping around and both be clean and healthy at the same time.
Lori: ...Me too.
Tom: I'll stop by every few days to see how you're doing.
Lori: Why?
Tom: *stands* Get well.
Lori: *frowns* How did you start to become such a good cop?
Tom: *smiles, leaves*
Lori: *sigh*
Gas station, outside Hummerhome, 1pm
Katie: *runs over* Hey, is H still filling up?
Speed: Yeah.
Katie: Where's everyone else?
Speed: Playing slots near the bathroom.
Katie: Oh awesome, we win anything?
Speed: ....They're slot machines. At a gas station.
Katie: *smiles* Which means a lot of idiots with a bunch of cash try their luck which means their money will become ours when we win.
Speed: I bet everyone says that.
Katie: *grabs Speed's shades* Oooh where'd you get these?
Speed: *takes shades* I'm not H, I don't have a gazillion pairs so don't break them.
Katie: *grabs shades, bends them*
Speed: *frowns* What the hell did you do that for? You broke them.
Katie: Yup.
Speed: You owe me 80 dollars.
Katie: I can deal with that.
Speed: And an apology.
Katie: *places hands on Speed's chest* Nah I don't really feel like it.
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: *smiles*
Delko: *runs over* I WON 3 DOLLARS!
Katie: *looks at Eric*
Delko: *waves money* I WON!
Speed: *takes money*
Delko: Hey!
Speed: You owe me money.
Delko: No I don't.
Speed: *shrugs* Katie owes me money.
Delko: Then take Katie's money.
Katie: *pinches Speed*
Speed: Ow.
Katie: *pinches Speed*
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Katie: ...I'll stop.
Inside Hummerhome, road
Katie: *kicks Speed's leg*
Speed: *staring ahead*
Katie: *kicks Speed's leg*
Speed: *looks at Katie* I thought you said you were stopping.
Katie: Apparently not.
Delko: Can I kick you too?
Speed: *frowns* No.
Katie: *pulls Speed's hair*
Speed: *takes Katie's hand* Let's make one thing clear. I'm not a rag doll and there are actual nerve endings under my skin so stop it.
Katie: Or what?
Speed: ...Or
what what?
Katie: What'll you do if I don't stop?
Speed: ...I'll be annoyed.
Katie: You're already annoyed.
Speed: True.
Colton: *slaps Katie in the head*
Katie: OW!
Colton: There. She's been hit, she can rest easy tonight.
Katie: *frowns, punches Colton*
Colton: OW.
Speed: *punches Colton*
Colton: HEY! OW! HORATIO!
Horatio: Guys, stop hitting each other.
Delko: We can still hit
on people though, right?
Horatio: ...I suppose.
Delko: *looks at Anni, smiles* Heeeeey-
Anni: Don't even bother.
Delko: *smile fades*
APL Manhattan Miami, office
Scott: *writing*
Donna: *steps over* Mister Finch?
Scott: Mhm.
Donna: Um...the school called, your daughter's in their sick room.
Scott: *nods*
Donna: They were wondering if you could come pick her up.
Scott: *closes folder*
Donna: Do you want me to send the nanny?
Scott: No. *places pen on desk* I'll pick her up. *stands*
Donna: How long will you be out?
Scott: Until tomorrow. *smiles* Thank you for letting me know. *walks away*
Donna: *nods*
Inside car, road
Steph: *leaning over bucket*
Scott: You okay, Stephie?
Steph: I want Momma.
Scott: Mom's in the hospital.
Steph: How come?
Scott: She's sick again.
Steph: In the head.
Scott: Yep.
Steph: When's she gonna get better?
Scott: I don't know.
Steph: How come Momma's stuff's not at home?
Scott: She had to move away to get better.
Steph: Oh.
Scott: *turns wheel*
Inside house
Steph: *runs in*
Scott: Vicky!
Vicky: *runs downstairs, smiles* Mister Finch! You're home so soon.
Scott: Stephanie wasn't feeling well so I brought her home.
Vicky: Oh I'll run her a bath.
Scott: No no it's okay, I'll be here for the rest of the day.
Vicky: *places baby into playpen* Great, you can kick back.
Scott: ...Kick back.
Vicky: *smiles* Yeah, I got the kids covered, you go relax.
Scott: I...wh...I'm not sure I understand.
Vicky: Here. *grabs Scott's arm*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Den
Vicky: *drags Scott over* Sit.
Scott: *sits*
Vicky: *grabs Scott's legs* Put them up on the table here, I'll go get you a beer.
Scott: Wait, I-
Vicky: *runs away*
Scott: *blinks*
2 minutes later
Vicky: *runs over* ...How come you aren't relaxing?
Scott: It's not really my thing. I'd much rather spend the day with the kids.
Vicky: Why?
Scott: ...I'm their father?
Vicky: Right. Sorry, it's just that most of my clients are business types who don't spend much time at home. I'm not really used to it.
Scott: Why don't you take the day.
Vicky: ...What would I do?
Scott: *smiles* Whatever you wish. *picks up mail, looks down*
Vicky: *nods slowly* Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, sir. *walks away*
TBC......................................
