Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect
:lol: Poor Speed and his...Mishaps.
Ah Clavo. So stupid, yet so lovable.
Tell Her Face To Face
Outside, Clavo's car
Speed: It's a shame someone like him owns this car.
Calleigh: *kneels* Well right now our concern isn't the car. It's what's in the car.
Speed: It's probably cocaine.
Calleigh: *swabs pavement* We'll know for sure when we test it.
Speed: Yeah but we still can't arrest him.
Calleigh: I guess that's why Horatio wanted us to keep an eye on him. When he gets drunk, we can call the police and have him detained again.
Speed: You think he's going to fall for that a second time?
Calleigh: We'll just have to wait and see.
Speed: *looks at car*
Calleigh: *smiles* Are you finished admiring the paint job?
Speed: No, I'm admiring the blood on the side of his vehicle.
Calleigh: There's blood?
Speed: ...No I lied, it's ketchup. He probably ran over Ronald McDonald on his way over here.
Calleigh: *laughs* Here, take a picture of it.
Speed: *grabs camera*
Calleigh: I wonder what else we'll find when we impound his car and get a warrant.
Speed: *snaps pictures*
Clavo: *walks over* Hey! What are you doing to my car!
Calleigh: *stands*
Clavo: What the hell is this? Isn't it enough that you people harassed me in the States, now you gotta do that here?
Calleigh: Did you know you have blood on the side of your car?
Clavo: Yeah it's mine. I got into a fight yesterday.
Calleigh: You don't have a bruise on your face.
Clavo: I heal fast. And hey you have no right to be touching my car.
Calleigh: We haven't touched your car. So you can just step back for us.
Clavo: Yeah? What if I don't want to?
Calleigh: Excuse me?
Clavo: *walks over* Yeah. I'm not going to let a little perra tell me what I can and cannot do.
Calleigh: *frowns* Step back.
Clavo: Or what, you'll shoot me with your pretty gun? How about I show you my gun. *reaches into jacket*
Speed: HEY! *walks over* Don't move.
Clavo: *grabs gun*
Speed: *grabs Clavo*
Clavo: HEY! HEY!
Speed: Get on the ground.
Clavo: I got rights! You can't touch me!
Speed: *pushes Clavo*
Clavo: HEY! *falls* Get off of me man!
Speed: Don't move or it's the last one you're going to make.
Clavo: Come on man!
Speed: *grabs cuffs*
Calleigh: *picks up gun* It's a .38 caliber.
Clavo: Yeah and it was expensive too! Get your hands off my gun! That's my gun! No one touches my gun!
Calleigh: You should have thought of that before you pulled it out.
Clavo: AH! AH! HEY MAN THOSE CUFFS ARE TOO TIGHT.
Speed: You'll live. Come on, get up.
Clavo: *stands* Oh you picked the wrong man to piss off tonight.
Horatio: *walks over* Do we have a problem here?
Calleigh: *hands gun to Horatio* It's the same caliber as the casing we found in the street, and the bullet that was in the wheel of the Hummer.
Horatio: Interesting.
Speed: There's also blood on the side of his pretty car.
Clavo: I told you dawg, that's my blood!
Horatio: Hmmm swab it.
Clavo: You can't touch my car without a warrant!
Calleigh: You threatened an officer so you're going to be detained and your car is going to be impounded.
Clavo: You can't pull that twice!
Horatio: On the contrary, we can and we are. And the last time I checked, you didn't have diplomatic immunity anymore.
Clavo: You still can't touch my car without a warrant.
Horatio: Duely noted.
Cop car pulls up
Horatio: There's your ride.
TBC..........
:lol: Poor Speed and his...Mishaps.
Ah Clavo. So stupid, yet so lovable.
Tell Her Face To Face
Outside, Clavo's car
Speed: It's a shame someone like him owns this car.
Calleigh: *kneels* Well right now our concern isn't the car. It's what's in the car.
Speed: It's probably cocaine.
Calleigh: *swabs pavement* We'll know for sure when we test it.
Speed: Yeah but we still can't arrest him.
Calleigh: I guess that's why Horatio wanted us to keep an eye on him. When he gets drunk, we can call the police and have him detained again.
Speed: You think he's going to fall for that a second time?
Calleigh: We'll just have to wait and see.
Speed: *looks at car*
Calleigh: *smiles* Are you finished admiring the paint job?
Speed: No, I'm admiring the blood on the side of his vehicle.
Calleigh: There's blood?
Speed: ...No I lied, it's ketchup. He probably ran over Ronald McDonald on his way over here.
Calleigh: *laughs* Here, take a picture of it.
Speed: *grabs camera*
Calleigh: I wonder what else we'll find when we impound his car and get a warrant.
Speed: *snaps pictures*
Clavo: *walks over* Hey! What are you doing to my car!
Calleigh: *stands*
Clavo: What the hell is this? Isn't it enough that you people harassed me in the States, now you gotta do that here?
Calleigh: Did you know you have blood on the side of your car?
Clavo: Yeah it's mine. I got into a fight yesterday.
Calleigh: You don't have a bruise on your face.
Clavo: I heal fast. And hey you have no right to be touching my car.
Calleigh: We haven't touched your car. So you can just step back for us.
Clavo: Yeah? What if I don't want to?
Calleigh: Excuse me?
Clavo: *walks over* Yeah. I'm not going to let a little perra tell me what I can and cannot do.
Calleigh: *frowns* Step back.
Clavo: Or what, you'll shoot me with your pretty gun? How about I show you my gun. *reaches into jacket*
Speed: HEY! *walks over* Don't move.
Clavo: *grabs gun*
Speed: *grabs Clavo*
Clavo: HEY! HEY!
Speed: Get on the ground.
Clavo: I got rights! You can't touch me!
Speed: *pushes Clavo*
Clavo: HEY! *falls* Get off of me man!
Speed: Don't move or it's the last one you're going to make.
Clavo: Come on man!
Speed: *grabs cuffs*
Calleigh: *picks up gun* It's a .38 caliber.
Clavo: Yeah and it was expensive too! Get your hands off my gun! That's my gun! No one touches my gun!
Calleigh: You should have thought of that before you pulled it out.
Clavo: AH! AH! HEY MAN THOSE CUFFS ARE TOO TIGHT.
Speed: You'll live. Come on, get up.
Clavo: *stands* Oh you picked the wrong man to piss off tonight.
Horatio: *walks over* Do we have a problem here?
Calleigh: *hands gun to Horatio* It's the same caliber as the casing we found in the street, and the bullet that was in the wheel of the Hummer.
Horatio: Interesting.
Speed: There's also blood on the side of his pretty car.
Clavo: I told you dawg, that's my blood!
Horatio: Hmmm swab it.
Clavo: You can't touch my car without a warrant!
Calleigh: You threatened an officer so you're going to be detained and your car is going to be impounded.
Clavo: You can't pull that twice!
Horatio: On the contrary, we can and we are. And the last time I checked, you didn't have diplomatic immunity anymore.
Clavo: You still can't touch my car without a warrant.
Horatio: Duely noted.
Cop car pulls up
Horatio: There's your ride.
TBC..........