Thanks for the reviews! Hehe. 
Short one for now.
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Gables Estates, house, 9am
Lori: *throws keys* Did Bailey leave already?
Scott: *walks over* Yeah, she had to catch her flight back. Kids are gone for the morning.
Lori: Did you check with the hospital when they'll have a slot open for the surgery?
Scott: No.
Lori: Why not?
Scott: We need to talk about this more.
Lori: No we don't. I want to do it.
Scott: It's complex surgery, Lori.
Lori: It's not like an intern's doing it, Scott. They're doctors. It's kind of their job. *walks into kitchen*
Scott: What happens if something goes wrong?
Lori: *opens fridge, grabs soda* Then that's that.
Scott: ...What's that supposed to mean?
Lori: I don't want to be like this, Scott. Not if I don't have to. If I die, at least it won't be because I was trying to destroy myself for once.
Scott: *sigh*
Lori: *closes fridge* I'll be fine.
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: *blinks*
Scott: *hugs tighter*
Mexico, flea market
Horatio: *puts on sombrero* How does it look?
Lady: *lifts brow*
Horatio: Little big?
Lady: *stares at Horatio*
Horatio: Yeah you're right. *takes off sombrero* Oooh how much for these rattles? *picks up rattles, shakes them*
Lady: *crosses arms*
Horatio: *shaking rattles, starts dancing* COOKAMONGA!
Lady: *takes rattles*
Horatio: Sorry.
Break room
Katie: *scrubbing floor*
Anni: *wiping couch*
Katie: *looks over*
Anni: *whistling*
Katie: *narrows eyes*
Anni: *wipes couch*
Katie: What the hell are you whistling about?
Anni: *looks at Katie* Huh?
Katie: *rolls eyes* Must have been one hell of an evening.
Anni: *smirks*
Katie: *jumps onto couch* Spill.
Anni: No way. I'm still mad at you.
Katie: Come on!
Anni: Get cleaning. *pushes Katie*
Katie: I hate you.
TBC..................................
Short one for now.
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Gables Estates, house, 9am
Lori: *throws keys* Did Bailey leave already?
Scott: *walks over* Yeah, she had to catch her flight back. Kids are gone for the morning.
Lori: Did you check with the hospital when they'll have a slot open for the surgery?
Scott: No.
Lori: Why not?
Scott: We need to talk about this more.
Lori: No we don't. I want to do it.
Scott: It's complex surgery, Lori.
Lori: It's not like an intern's doing it, Scott. They're doctors. It's kind of their job. *walks into kitchen*
Scott: What happens if something goes wrong?
Lori: *opens fridge, grabs soda* Then that's that.
Scott: ...What's that supposed to mean?
Lori: I don't want to be like this, Scott. Not if I don't have to. If I die, at least it won't be because I was trying to destroy myself for once.
Scott: *sigh*
Lori: *closes fridge* I'll be fine.
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: *blinks*
Scott: *hugs tighter*
Mexico, flea market
Horatio: *puts on sombrero* How does it look?
Lady: *lifts brow*
Horatio: Little big?
Lady: *stares at Horatio*
Horatio: Yeah you're right. *takes off sombrero* Oooh how much for these rattles? *picks up rattles, shakes them*
Lady: *crosses arms*
Horatio: *shaking rattles, starts dancing* COOKAMONGA!
Lady: *takes rattles*
Horatio: Sorry.
Break room
Katie: *scrubbing floor*
Anni: *wiping couch*
Katie: *looks over*
Anni: *whistling*
Katie: *narrows eyes*
Anni: *wipes couch*
Katie: What the hell are you whistling about?
Anni: *looks at Katie* Huh?
Katie: *rolls eyes* Must have been one hell of an evening.
Anni: *smirks*
Katie: *jumps onto couch* Spill.
Anni: No way. I'm still mad at you.
Katie: Come on!
Anni: Get cleaning. *pushes Katie*
Katie: I hate you.
TBC..................................