Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect
Thanks carole. I would appreciate that.
Hey that reminds me...My name's french. :lol: It's too bad no one can spell Geneviève.
Now, to get back onto the trip...
Hotel...Africana?
Guy's room
Speed: *walks in* Shh Eric.
Delko: What?
Speed: He's still asleep.
Delko: We've only been gone like ten minutes.
Speed: Yeah but if we don't wake him, we can have some fun.
Delko: What do yo mean?
Speed: *pulls out a Sharpie*
Delko: *smiles* Oh no way. You are not going to color on Horatio's face with a marker.
Speed: Oh lighten up. It'll be fun.
Delko: Where's Tim Speedle and what did you do with the body?
Speed: Watch and learn my dear Watson.
Delko: No problem Sherlock.
5 minutes later
Delko: Ah the unibrow is very effective.
Speed: You know what he needs?
Delko: I'm afraid to ask.
Speed: Makeup.
Delko: Are you drunk?
Speed: I wish. Go upstairs and ask the girls for some makeup.
Delko: Uh yeah right. They're going to question my sanity and my sexual preference.
Speed: You don't suppose they have any dresses up there do you?
Delko: ...Are you okay?
Speed: Eric, you're young and you're...Semi-single. Live on the wild side for once.
Delko: Dude, Africa affects your head.
Speed: Go get the makeup.
Delko: What are you going to do, undress him? Do you realize how wrong that will look if he wakes up?
Speed: Just do it.
Delko: Fine. *leaves*
Speed: *places hands on hips* Horatio Caine, prepare to be beautiful.
Girl's room
Delko: *knocks on door*
Katie: *opens door* What are you doing here?
Delko: Do you have makeup and a dress I can borrow?
Katie: ....How much did you drink and how much money do you owe my husband?
Delko: No, it's for Horatio. We're beautifying.
Katie: *laughs*
Delko: I'm serious.
Katie: Come on in.
Delko: Hey girls.
Carly: HI! WELCOME TO MADAME AUSSIE'S ENTERTAINMENT ROOM EQUIPPED WITH A TELEVISION, X-BOX AND COMPLIMENTARY SOAP.
Delko: ...Uh...Okay.
Calleigh: What did you need Eric?
Delko: Well Speed and I got bored so we're going to give Horatio a makeover as he sleeps. I need makeup and a dress.
Calleigh: Are you serious?
Delko: It was Speed's idea.
Katie: NO WAY!
Delko: What?
Katie: MY GOD IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! A prank. Now THAT is hot.
Delko: *lifts brow*
Katie: *opens suitcase* Take what you need.
Delko: Oh cool, you have an eyelash curler?
Katie: And a hair curler.
Delko: ...Horatio Caine as Conan O'Brien, I don't know.
Katie: Man I have to see this.
Calleigh: OH CAN WE HELP?
Delko: Sure, the more the merrier.
Guy's room, half hour later
Calleigh: Now that is a pretty man.
Speed: He looks like a transvestite hooker with a unibrow.
Delko: Hey it was your idea.
Speed: Yeah and man, I love my ideas.
Katie: You are so hot.
Speed: What?
Katie: I...Sneezed.
Speed: Right. *walks away*
Carly: ..You're crazy.
Katie: But lookie. He's not being mature it's AWESOME.
Calleigh: I think we should be proud of our sleeping masterpiece.
Delko: He underwent a sex change in under a half hour.
Speed: And he didn't pay a penny.
Calleig: *slaps Speed*
Speed: Ow.
Horatio: *sits up* What's all the talking? *yawns*
Delko: *smiles*
Calleigh: *covers mouth*
Carly: *giggles*
Horatio: What? Why are you all in my room?
Speed: *smirks*
Horatio: Why does this feel like a terrible dream?
Speed: Because you're going to wish it was.
Horatio: Why?
Delko: No reason.
Horatio: *looks down* AH! WHY AM I WEARING A PINK FRILLY DRESS! WHY AM I WEARING LEGGINGS! *runs to mirror*
Delko: Oh boy.
Horatio: *screams*
Speed: *starts laughing*
Carly: *falls down laughing*
Everyone starts laughing
Horatio: *turns around* IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF ENTERTAINMENT?
Delko: Why are you lookin' at me Ginger? I didn't think this up.
Horatio: WHO'S IDEA WAS IT!
Silence
Horatio: Well? WHO'S IDEA WAS IT!
Speed: Uh, that would be me boss.
Horatio: *glares* You.
Speed: ...Or Eric.
Horatio: Timothy you had better have a good reason for this.
Speed: Uh...I'm drunk. Very very drunk, and yet able to keep my balance and speak in complete sentences.
Horatio: *narrows eyes*
Speed: You were asleep! What was I supposed to do!
Horatio: Um...NOT dress me up.
Speed: ...He called me Timothy didn't he?
Calleigh: Uh...We...Left the stove on.
Carly: We have a stove?
Calleigh: Let's run.
Girls run out of the room
Horatio: *walks closer*
Speed: *backs up*
Horatio: YOU.
Speed: Uh...
Horatio: What do you have to say for yourself?
Speed: You know, it's really hard to take you seriously with all that mascara.
Delko: *snorts*
Speed: *hits Delko*
Delko: Ahem, sorry.
Horatio: I am going to make the next twelve hours a living hell for you boys.
Delko: Hey, what did I do?
TBC...........