Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect
Well I wouldn't want you to miss the next dose!
I've been trying to think of something to write all morning, and all of last night. This is where being the only author for this story isn't very handy. :lol: ...I shall think of something and it shall be great.
This Time I Won't Run Away
Miami, Next day
Horatio: ...What happened to my lab?
Delko: Wasn't Calleigh in charge?
Horatio: No I left JC in charge.
Delko: You did?
Horatio: *looks around* Where are they? What did they do to my lab?
Delko: It looks like they ran a lawn mower through here.
JC: *runs up* HEY! Look that way for about two hours okay?
Horatio: *places hands on hips* What happened.
JC: Well...We kind of needed a pickmeup since you were all gone and everything.
Horatio: And?
JC: And we had a party.
Horatio: Who had a party?
JC: Uh...Carly had a party.
Horatio: And you...Had nothing to do with it.
JC: Well Anni had the alcohol and Carly had...The jackhammer.
Delko: Where did she get a jackhammer?
JC: She found it.
Delko: MY DIVE GEAR! IT'S EVERYWHERE! *runs away*
Horatio: *narrows eyes*
JC: ...Haha...Be gentle.
Horatio: Where's Carly?
JC: She's...Somewhere.
Horatio: Somewhere.
JC: Somewhere like...The Trace Lab.
Horatio: Come on.
JC: Where?
Horatio: We're going to visit the Trace Lab.
JC: Why?
Horatio: Let's go.
JC: AH man.
California
Katie: *rolls over* Are you going to work?
Speed: Work?
Katie: Yeah...A job.
Speed: Don't you have a job?
Katie: I...Should probably go in.
Speed: Whatever happened to James anyway?
Katie: He must have gotten out right?
Speed: You would think.
Katie: Well I have to drop in and get some files, you want to drive me?
Speed: You drive.
Katie: Yeah but not very well.
Speed: *sigh* I don't really want to see or talk to
him.
Katie: You don't have to. Now get out of bed. *pushes Speed*
Speed: Alright, I'm going.
Ad Agency
Katie: *walks in* Oh James, you look...Like crap.
James: *points* You.
Katie: It's not my fault you couldn't kill me.
James: You know about that?
Katie: Yeah kind of. Do you want this twizzler?
James: No.
Speed: *walks in*
James: Oh no, not you again.
Speed: Yeah me again. How tragic.
Katie: If you two are going to fight, go outside. I don't want to get James' blood spatter on my desk.
James: What? Why won't his blood spatter get anywhere?
Speed: Because the chances are if you and I get into a brawl, I won't bleed.
James: Why not?
Speed: *frowns* You won't get a punch in. *crosses arms*
James: ...Katie?
Katie: Don't anger the beast.
James: I wasn't.
Katie: Good. I got the file, let's go.
James: *laughs* Wait a second, you're together? That's stupid. You told me how much he hurt you.
Katie: No...I don't ever remember having that conversation with you.
James: He's scared you into silence. I should call the cops.
Speed: *smirks* He's going to call the cops?
Katie: Oh he's going to call the cops.
Speed: We love the cops.
Katie: I love the cops.
James: You're both crazy. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy. Maybe we're ALL crazy.
Katie: ...Try not to think to hard okay? You might get a nosebleed. *walks out*
James: Wha?
Speed: See you around. *leaves*
James: *mumbles* Yeah...Whatever. *kicks garbage can*
TBC........