Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect
Legal? I think I've seen that episode once...Or twice. Funny how that's the only thing I remember from that episode and I stole it.
*sigh* I'm going to update now.
It's My Imagination
Miami, Trace Lab
Horatio: Carly...
Carly: ...Horatio...
Horatio: You had a jackhammer in my lab?
Carly: Maybe.
Horatio: What were you doing?
Carly: I don't know, I was drunk, I mean impaired, I mean...Under the influence...Hammered?
Horatio: Didn't you listen to JC?
Carly: She gave me the jackhammer.
Horatio: *looks at JC*
JC: ..Haha...
Horatio: You and I need to talk.
JC: We do?
Horatio: My office, now.
JC: ...Are you mad at me?
Horatio: Go to my office and wait for me.
JC: *leaves*
Horatio: *places hands on hips*
Carly: Oh don't give me that look.
Horatio: Where's Calleigh?
Carly: She went out to buy beer and never came back.
Horatio: What do you mean, never came back?
Carly: I mean she's not here and I haven't heard from her since yesterday.
Horatio: What time did she leave?
Carly: About nine. You don't think she's missing do you?
Horatio: Did you try her cell?
Carly: No.
Horatio: *dials phone*
Carly: *jumps off table*
Calleigh: *sneaks over* What's he doing?
Carly: Trying your cell.
Calleigh: Why?
Carly: We can't find you.
Calleigh: Oh.
Horatio: *closes phone* Okay she's not answ-AH! ...Calleigh what are you doing here?
Calleigh: Were you looking for me?
Horatio: Where were you?
Calleigh: I was at home.
Carly: Hey you were supposed to get us beer.
Calleigh: I got sidetracked.
Carly: How?
Calleigh: I was tired.
Carly: ...You were on Mission Heinekin and you couldn't even finish the mission.
Calleigh: Sorry.
Horatio: Alright get this lab cleaned up. *walks away*
Calleigh: *shrugs*
Carly: *picks up microscope off floor*
Horatio's office
Horatio: *sits on desk, crosses arms* Start from the top.
JC: I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD A PLAN!
Horatio: Plan?
JC: To get drunk, and have a party. I told them that you weren't going to be happy and they did it anyway, they got drunk and they did all this stuff and now I'm getting yelled at for it and I didn't even do anything.
Horatio: I haven't yelled at you.
JC: You will.
Horatio: How do you know that?
JC: You look mad.
Horatio: *scratches head* So...Where's everyone else?
JC: Sleeping in the ballistics lab.
Horatio: ...Sleeping in the ballistics lab.
JC: Yup.
Horatio: Why?
JC: They were too hammered to go the the hotel. Plus Missy wanted to 'save a horse ride a bell hop' whatever that means.
Horatio: I don't want to know.
JC: Good because I think I have an idea and it would probably involve getting undressed and we're all sharing a room so it would kind of uncomforta-
Horatio: *holds up hand* I get the picture.
JC: So did this just destroy our relationship?
Horatio: ...I'm sorry, what?
JC: Us.
Horatio: There's an 'us'?
JC: *frowns*
Horatio: Well I'm sorry I wasn't aware we were an item.
JC: Don't you like me?
Horatio: Of course I do.
JC: So....What's the problem?
Horatio: Uh...Maybe you should go help clean the lab.
JC: I want an answer.
Horatio: Life isn't fair, come on. *grabs JC*
California
Mall
Katie: So all your stuff is in Miami right?
Speed: Pretty much.
Katie: So you'll need to go shopping right?
Speed: *stops walking* You said we were eating lunch, not shopping.
Katie: We'll eat after.
Speed: I don't want to shop.
Katie: You can't wear that forever.
Speed: *looks down* ...What's wrong with what I'm wearing?
Katie: Come on, I know a really great store.
Speed: I'm sure you do but I don't need clothes.
Katie: Yes you do.
Speed: Okay but I don't want to shop for any.
Katie: Men like shopping.
Speed: No, men do not like shopping.
Katie: How do you know?
Speed: No equipment, no opinion.
Katie: *grabs Speed* Come on it'll be fun.
Speed: No no, it won't be fun.
Katie: I don't know your size. You have to be here.
Speed: Medium. Can I go now?
Katie: Medium in what? Jeans, shirts, sweaters, shoes, dress pants, ties?
Speed: I don't care.
Katie: You can't wear clothes if they don't fit.
Speed: I'm not a Ken doll.
Katie: ...Who says you're not a Barbie?
Speed: Very funny.
Katie: I know what would look great on you, come on.
Speed: No.
Katie: Why?
Speed: Because you're going to go crazy and I don't want to be in the middle of that.
Katie: *gasp* SUITS! *grabs Speed* We have to go in here.
Speed: *sigh*
Suit store
Katie: Okay try this one on.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: It won't bite.
Speed: I'm not wearing that.
Katie: You wear suits to court all the time.
Speed: Yeah I know. I'm not wearing THAT.
Katie: It's silk.
Speed: It's stupid.
Man: *walks over* May I help you?
Speed: No. We're leaving.
Katie: *laughs* No, we're not. We need to find him a suit.
Man: Well you came to the right place. This is the suit store.
Speed: What a creative name.
Katie: He needs something with longer cut arms.
Man: Alright, this way please.
Speed: I need what?
Katie: Come on.
Man: Alright over here we have the new men's edition cashmere suits.
Speed: No thanks.
Man: What's wrong with these?
Speed: No offense but I don't want to look like a teacher.
Man: *frowns* These are 6000 dollar suits.
Speed: What a coincidence. We're more of the Wal-Mart type of people. Let's go.
Katie: Sorry.
Man: *sigh*
Mall
Katie: That was rude.
Speed: I don't want a suit.
Katie: What do you want?
Speed: Food.
Katie: Is that all you men think about?
Speed: ...Not exactly, no.
Katie: Come on, we're going to get you clothes and you're going to LOVE them.
Speed: Why do I get the feeling this is going to be painful?
Katie: Because it will be if you don't cooperate. There, a tie store. Get in.
Speed: Fine. *walks in*
Katie: Pick a tie.
Speed: I don't wear ties.
Katie: You do now. *grabs tie* Put it on.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: *frowns*
Speed: ...Fine. *grabs tie*
Katie: *smiles* Excellent. You know how to put those on right?
Speed: Yes.
Katie: Good.
Speed: Happy?
Katie: *tilts head*
Speed: ...What does that mean?
Katie: It's...Um...
Speed: It's what?
Katie: You look old.
Speed: *takes off tie* What a nice compliment.
Katie: Sorry.
Speed: I don't need a tie.
Katie: If I was any other woman I'd say you don't need clothes but I'm trying to help you.
Speed: Yeah you're doing a great job picking all the wrong things.
Katie: Fine, we'll get you some t-shirts.
Speed: *grabs Katie* No. No, I don't think you understand.
Katie: What's not to understand?
Speed: Dress shirts.
Katie: Bu-
Speed: Dress shirts.
Katie: But you d-
Speed: *lifts brow*
Katie: *sigh* Fine. HEY I wonder how a pink one would look.
Speed: I'm not Eric.
Katie: ...Blue?
Speed: We went over this.
Katie: Oh yeah, no blue....White?
Speed: Just pick something.
Katie: Does that mean you want white?
Speed: Whatever you want.
Katie: Pink.
Speed: No pink.
Katie: White.
Speed: I don't care.
Katie: We seemed to have this issue before with baby names.
Speed: So?
Katie: So you never tell me what you like. You only tell me what you don't like, and then give inklings. It's annoying.
Speed: Fine, get white.
Katie: What size to you take?
Speed: *frowns* Double extra small.
Katie: *laughs* Yeah right in a perfect world.
Speed: That was a joke.
Katie: *strokes Speed's face* And it was very funny.
Speed: Can you stop that now?
Katie: Why, is it turning you on? *winks*
Speed: I'm leaving.
Katie: NO! Okay I'm sorry.
Speed: Stop fooling around.
Katie: *opens mouth*
Speed: If in any way you turn that sentence dirty, we're getting divorced.
Katie: ...Dang.
TBC.........
Legal? I think I've seen that episode once...Or twice. Funny how that's the only thing I remember from that episode and I stole it.
*sigh* I'm going to update now.
It's My Imagination
Miami, Trace Lab
Horatio: Carly...
Carly: ...Horatio...
Horatio: You had a jackhammer in my lab?
Carly: Maybe.
Horatio: What were you doing?
Carly: I don't know, I was drunk, I mean impaired, I mean...Under the influence...Hammered?
Horatio: Didn't you listen to JC?
Carly: She gave me the jackhammer.
Horatio: *looks at JC*
JC: ..Haha...
Horatio: You and I need to talk.
JC: We do?
Horatio: My office, now.
JC: ...Are you mad at me?
Horatio: Go to my office and wait for me.
JC: *leaves*
Horatio: *places hands on hips*
Carly: Oh don't give me that look.
Horatio: Where's Calleigh?
Carly: She went out to buy beer and never came back.
Horatio: What do you mean, never came back?
Carly: I mean she's not here and I haven't heard from her since yesterday.
Horatio: What time did she leave?
Carly: About nine. You don't think she's missing do you?
Horatio: Did you try her cell?
Carly: No.
Horatio: *dials phone*
Carly: *jumps off table*
Calleigh: *sneaks over* What's he doing?
Carly: Trying your cell.
Calleigh: Why?
Carly: We can't find you.
Calleigh: Oh.
Horatio: *closes phone* Okay she's not answ-AH! ...Calleigh what are you doing here?
Calleigh: Were you looking for me?
Horatio: Where were you?
Calleigh: I was at home.
Carly: Hey you were supposed to get us beer.
Calleigh: I got sidetracked.
Carly: How?
Calleigh: I was tired.
Carly: ...You were on Mission Heinekin and you couldn't even finish the mission.
Calleigh: Sorry.
Horatio: Alright get this lab cleaned up. *walks away*
Calleigh: *shrugs*
Carly: *picks up microscope off floor*
Horatio's office
Horatio: *sits on desk, crosses arms* Start from the top.
JC: I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD A PLAN!
Horatio: Plan?
JC: To get drunk, and have a party. I told them that you weren't going to be happy and they did it anyway, they got drunk and they did all this stuff and now I'm getting yelled at for it and I didn't even do anything.
Horatio: I haven't yelled at you.
JC: You will.
Horatio: How do you know that?
JC: You look mad.
Horatio: *scratches head* So...Where's everyone else?
JC: Sleeping in the ballistics lab.
Horatio: ...Sleeping in the ballistics lab.
JC: Yup.
Horatio: Why?
JC: They were too hammered to go the the hotel. Plus Missy wanted to 'save a horse ride a bell hop' whatever that means.
Horatio: I don't want to know.
JC: Good because I think I have an idea and it would probably involve getting undressed and we're all sharing a room so it would kind of uncomforta-
Horatio: *holds up hand* I get the picture.
JC: So did this just destroy our relationship?
Horatio: ...I'm sorry, what?
JC: Us.
Horatio: There's an 'us'?
JC: *frowns*
Horatio: Well I'm sorry I wasn't aware we were an item.
JC: Don't you like me?
Horatio: Of course I do.
JC: So....What's the problem?
Horatio: Uh...Maybe you should go help clean the lab.
JC: I want an answer.
Horatio: Life isn't fair, come on. *grabs JC*
California
Mall
Katie: So all your stuff is in Miami right?
Speed: Pretty much.
Katie: So you'll need to go shopping right?
Speed: *stops walking* You said we were eating lunch, not shopping.
Katie: We'll eat after.
Speed: I don't want to shop.
Katie: You can't wear that forever.
Speed: *looks down* ...What's wrong with what I'm wearing?
Katie: Come on, I know a really great store.
Speed: I'm sure you do but I don't need clothes.
Katie: Yes you do.
Speed: Okay but I don't want to shop for any.
Katie: Men like shopping.
Speed: No, men do not like shopping.
Katie: How do you know?
Speed: No equipment, no opinion.
Katie: *grabs Speed* Come on it'll be fun.
Speed: No no, it won't be fun.
Katie: I don't know your size. You have to be here.
Speed: Medium. Can I go now?
Katie: Medium in what? Jeans, shirts, sweaters, shoes, dress pants, ties?
Speed: I don't care.
Katie: You can't wear clothes if they don't fit.
Speed: I'm not a Ken doll.
Katie: ...Who says you're not a Barbie?
Speed: Very funny.
Katie: I know what would look great on you, come on.
Speed: No.
Katie: Why?
Speed: Because you're going to go crazy and I don't want to be in the middle of that.
Katie: *gasp* SUITS! *grabs Speed* We have to go in here.
Speed: *sigh*
Suit store
Katie: Okay try this one on.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: It won't bite.
Speed: I'm not wearing that.
Katie: You wear suits to court all the time.
Speed: Yeah I know. I'm not wearing THAT.
Katie: It's silk.
Speed: It's stupid.
Man: *walks over* May I help you?
Speed: No. We're leaving.
Katie: *laughs* No, we're not. We need to find him a suit.
Man: Well you came to the right place. This is the suit store.
Speed: What a creative name.
Katie: He needs something with longer cut arms.
Man: Alright, this way please.
Speed: I need what?
Katie: Come on.
Man: Alright over here we have the new men's edition cashmere suits.
Speed: No thanks.
Man: What's wrong with these?
Speed: No offense but I don't want to look like a teacher.
Man: *frowns* These are 6000 dollar suits.
Speed: What a coincidence. We're more of the Wal-Mart type of people. Let's go.
Katie: Sorry.
Man: *sigh*
Mall
Katie: That was rude.
Speed: I don't want a suit.
Katie: What do you want?
Speed: Food.
Katie: Is that all you men think about?
Speed: ...Not exactly, no.
Katie: Come on, we're going to get you clothes and you're going to LOVE them.
Speed: Why do I get the feeling this is going to be painful?
Katie: Because it will be if you don't cooperate. There, a tie store. Get in.
Speed: Fine. *walks in*
Katie: Pick a tie.
Speed: I don't wear ties.
Katie: You do now. *grabs tie* Put it on.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: *frowns*
Speed: ...Fine. *grabs tie*
Katie: *smiles* Excellent. You know how to put those on right?
Speed: Yes.
Katie: Good.
Speed: Happy?
Katie: *tilts head*
Speed: ...What does that mean?
Katie: It's...Um...
Speed: It's what?
Katie: You look old.
Speed: *takes off tie* What a nice compliment.
Katie: Sorry.
Speed: I don't need a tie.
Katie: If I was any other woman I'd say you don't need clothes but I'm trying to help you.
Speed: Yeah you're doing a great job picking all the wrong things.
Katie: Fine, we'll get you some t-shirts.
Speed: *grabs Katie* No. No, I don't think you understand.
Katie: What's not to understand?
Speed: Dress shirts.
Katie: Bu-
Speed: Dress shirts.
Katie: But you d-
Speed: *lifts brow*
Katie: *sigh* Fine. HEY I wonder how a pink one would look.
Speed: I'm not Eric.
Katie: ...Blue?
Speed: We went over this.
Katie: Oh yeah, no blue....White?
Speed: Just pick something.
Katie: Does that mean you want white?
Speed: Whatever you want.
Katie: Pink.
Speed: No pink.
Katie: White.
Speed: I don't care.
Katie: We seemed to have this issue before with baby names.
Speed: So?
Katie: So you never tell me what you like. You only tell me what you don't like, and then give inklings. It's annoying.
Speed: Fine, get white.
Katie: What size to you take?
Speed: *frowns* Double extra small.
Katie: *laughs* Yeah right in a perfect world.
Speed: That was a joke.
Katie: *strokes Speed's face* And it was very funny.
Speed: Can you stop that now?
Katie: Why, is it turning you on? *winks*
Speed: I'm leaving.
Katie: NO! Okay I'm sorry.
Speed: Stop fooling around.
Katie: *opens mouth*
Speed: If in any way you turn that sentence dirty, we're getting divorced.
Katie: ...Dang.
TBC.........