Still_RIP_Speed said
I doubt there are many if any other stories that have run for this long and still have this much of a following-with gathering new members all the time...
I'm sure there are plenty out there.
Really, there are much better stories here than mine. Look at the RPs for example, they're so fabulous.
But mine
has gone a long time. -- Actually I shouldn't call it mine persay, because everyone has input and without everyone else reading, there wouldn't be much of a fic to begin with.
...Unless I sat by myself in a dark room just posting update after update. :lol:
To Leave Behind
Lab Halls next day
Missy: Can you believe H and Calleigh and Carly had an autopsy table race?
Katie: Yeah I heard about that. Too bad I was stuck in the garage with Megan dying of varnish poisoning.
Missy: Maybe you should stay away from toxic chemicals.
Katie: *laughs* I think the toxic chemicals should stay away from
me.
Megan: *walks over* There are scuff marks EVERYWHERE. Whoever drove the Hummer around screwed with the floors.
JC: *runs over* OH MY GOD!
Megan: What?
JC: They painted the floors with tire marks. Very cool.
Megan: ...
JC: What?
Megan: Why would
anyone do that?
JC: Because it's very chic.
Megan: No it's not.
Calleigh: *walks over* Hey Katie are you still on the ice hockey case?
Megan/JC/Missy: NO!
Calleigh: What?
Megan: No.
Calleigh: ...No what?
Megan: Please stop calling it 'ice hockey' for the love of God.
Calleigh: Why?
Megan: Because we all assume it's on ice unless told otherwise.
Calleigh: Like roller hockey?
Megan: Yeah. But the ice hockey crap is a little lame.
Calleigh: But I've always said ice hockey.
Megan: Yeah well you're not Canadian.
Calleigh: Neither are you.
Megan: Yes I am.
Calleigh: Where aboots?
Megan: *frowns*
Calleigh: Oops.
Megan: *lunges at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *screams*
Apartment
Speed: *grabs keys*
Riley: *walks out of room*
Speed: Good morning.
Riley: Where are you off to?
Speed: Work.
Riley: ...This early? No one gets up this early. And your stupid alarm clock woke me up.
Speed: ...Most people start work at 9.
Riley: *lifts brow*
Speed: You know...It's an hour on the clock. Right before 10 and after 8...AM.
Riley: *stares blankly*
Speed: What time do you normally get up?
Riley: 2.
Speed: *nods*
Riley: In the afternoon.
Speed: And what exactly is your job?
Riley: I work for a high end company and I deal with their very rich clientel.
Speed: And you don't start until after 2pm.
Riley: They don't get up until near then either. Why go to work early?
Speed: *blinks*
Riley: So do you have any food?
Speed: Yeah.
Riley: Great, I could
really go for some lobster.
Speed: We have Special K and Lucky Charms.
Riley: ...What are those?
Speed: Cereal.
Riley: ...
Speed: *grabs box* This is cereal. You put milk in it.
Riley: Why would you put milk with that brown stuff? Milk goes in cups, not bowls.
Speed: We have toast.
Riley: What's toast?
Speed: Toasted bread.
Riley: Like croutons?
Speed: ...No, it's a bit bigger than croutons and you put peanut butter and jam on it.
Riley: Oh I've heard about that. PB&J or something, right? My friends used to have that during sleepovers when I went to their houses.
Speed: Yeah.
Riley: *walks over to fridge* Do you have any wine to go with it?
Speed: Juice.
Riley: What kind?
Speed: Orange.
Riley: ...But there's some kind of wine in it, right? I mean you can't just have squeezed oranges. That's like drinking the milk from the bowl.
Speed: *closes fridge* We don't keep wine there.
Riley: Where do you keep wine?
Speed: The liquor store.
Riley: ...I must seem like a real jerk.
Speed: Why?
Riley: I know people don't drink wine for breakfast and eat lobster. I guess that's what I've always been used to.
Speed: Well when you go back to California, you can have all of that back.
Riley: Right.
Speed: So you're just going to sit around all day?
Riley: Well I was hoping to rent a car and tour the city a little.
Speed: I'm not paying for that.
Riley: I don't expect you to. I'll find a temporary job somewhere.
Speed: I don't think most places are hiring for something temporary.
Riley: Then what do I do?
Speed: Well, instead of touring the city in a no doubt...Luxury vehicle, you could go to the county jail and visit your parents.
Riley: They put them in the same cell?
Speed: No. Different buildings actually.
Riley: Do you think they're okay? I mean, no riots or that kind of thing?
Speed: They're fine.
Riley: Are you sure?
Speed: I'll drive you over there.
Riley: Thanks.
Miami Lab
Horatio: *places hands on hips* Okay status.
Calleigh: Hey you're okay.
Horatio: I'm fine. The case please.
Calleigh: Well we have one suspect. Jordy Seers. Carly's talkin' to him right now. I also have Katie out at the hockey rink looking for a gun.
Horatio: And what's this?
Calleigh: This is the cheerleader's uniform. I've been looking at the gunshot pattern, and my best estimate for range was about four feet.
Horatio: So whoever was shooting, was also running right?
Calleigh: Yeah, I figure the guy was chasing her into the Glades, pulled out a gun, and shot.
Horatio: Is it possible the shooter and stabber are two different people?
Calleigh: It's possible. When we find the gun, we'll find out.
Horatio: Okay thank you Calleigh.
Halls
Megan: Okay! Okay! I have an idea.
Katie: Is it boring?
Megan: You don't know me very well do you?
Katie: Please share.
Megan: Let's have a drag race on the beach. If Horatio gets to do it, we get to as well.
Katie: Oh I like that idea.
JC: I call a Hummer!
Missy: I think we can all have a Hummer.
JC: Excellent. My evil plan is working. MUAHA!
Megan: Okay I'll go steal the keys, let's get down to the beach.
Katie: Just don't run me off the road. Hummers freak me out.
Prison
Riley: *sits down*
Harold: *behind glass* Riley! It's so good to see you honey, how are you?
Riley: I'm okay. You?
Harold: I'm doing fine.
Riley: ...Why did you kill that man?
Harold: *rolls eyes* You're too young to understand.
Riley: I think I'm old enough to understand murder.
Harold: Should have known. You used to read all those detective stories when you were little. You obviously didn't get your natural curiosity from me, I can tell you that.
Riley: No. And you didn't answer the question.
Harold: He wasn't one of us. You know that.
Riley: So you killed him?
Harold: It was necessary. Only the stronger and richer survive.
Riley: Well that's quite a twist on Darwin's theory.
Harold: Who?
Riley: ...Nevermind.
Harold: Your mother should have never bought you those books. They do nothing but clutter your mind with nonsense.
Riley: I like to read.
Harold: Well people who read books never got into modeling, did they?
Riley: I don't want to be a model.
Harold: You'd be perfect. You have the looks, the personality, and you'd make our family richer than it already is.
Riley: Maybe I want to do something fufilling with my life.
Harold: What, those clients at your agency? Ditch them, you're too good for them.
Riley: I like working with people.
Harold: So do I, from behind a phone.
Riley: So everyone who isn't you, deserves to die.
Harold: Like I said.
Riley: Not everyone is rich.
Harold: Everyone should be. Wouldn't the world be a much better place?
Riley: Maybe. But sometimes money isn't everything.
Harold: Money
is everything, honey. You just haven't had the chance to see the world yet. But you'll get there don't worry.
Riley: Are you having fun seeing the world from a different persepective? Behind bars?
Harold: I shouldn't even be here. I'll make bail.
Riley: You murdered someone.
Harold: Rich people don't stay in jail.
Riley: Even if they're guilty?
Harold: That's where money comes in. It doesn't matter if you're the worst man on the planet. If you have money, you can make anyone believe anything.
Riley: So what are you going to do when you get out?
Harold: I'm going to sue the city of Miami and all the cops who put me in here against my will.
Riley: You know what dad? It's a prison, of course it's against your will. You can't sue people for doing their job.
Harold: A job that doesn't pay anything. Their only satisfaction is to make sure rich people go to jail. They want to ruin our lives, and make us miserable.
Riley: *frowns*
Harold: I've been telling you that since you were small.
Riley: I know.
Harold: I'm always right, you know that.
Riley: ...Then why did you lie to me?
Harold: What do you mean?
Riley: I'm not your biological daughter.
Harold: Those cops are lying to you. You're my daughter.
Riley: They showed me evidence.
Harold: What evidence?
Riley: Blood.
Harold: They could have manipulated it. You can't trust anyone.
Riley: I
don't trust anyone.
Harold: Good, always remember never to trust anyone. Except your mother and I. Now, where are you staying while we're here temporarily?
Riley: Um...In an apartment.
Harold: Oh good, I hope it's a classy one. You don't want rats eating at the walls or anything.
Riley: Actually, I have a guest room.
Harold: You found a roomate already? Moved in with your old boyfriend?
Riley: No. I'm staying with a cop.
Harold: I can't believe they're taking you in like you're some kind of puppy. You're better than them.
Riley: Why?
Harold: You're part of
this family. You're better than everyone. You should buy that apartment you're staying at and kick them to the curb like they deserve.
Riley: *stands* Enjoy your stay in prison.
Harold: Where are you going?
Riley: I'm going to go kick the people who took me in, to the curb.
Harold: Oh good! Atta girl!
Riley: *frowns* Sarcasm.
Harold: ...What? Don't do that. I hate it when people say things like that. I never know who's joking and who isn't.
Riley: *leaves*
Harold: Riley? Riley! You should see the investments I made from the cigarettes I keep getting!
Front of building
Riley: *walks out from gates*
Speed: Finished already?
Riley: He's a cold hard bastard.
Speed: Well it looks like you had a lovely time.
Riley: I never saw how terrible his morals were. I never knew what any of that really meant in persepective.
Speed: You grew up with him, he's your father. You were pretty much inclined to believe everything he said.
Riley: How could I have been so stupid?
Speed: You're not stupid.
Riley: *sigh* I feel stupid.
Speed: Come on, I'll take you back to the apartment.
Riley: No. I want to do something more challenging than sitting around.
Speed: Like what?
Riley: Does Miami have a library?
Speed: Sure, a few.
Riley: Could you drop me off there?
Speed: You like to read.
Riley: Well I happen to be one of the few that go to libraries and actually read the books.
Speed: *nods* Alright.
Riley: Thank you.
TBC.................
Woo!
Miami Beach
Katie: Start your engines!
The convo of Hummers start to rumble. People grab their now crying children and run out of the way
Megan: On my mark! ONE! TWO! TH-
Katie: WAIT! I have an M&M stuck in my tooth. *grabs toothpick*
Megan: *frowns*
Katie: Okay.
Megan: ONE! TWO! TH-
JC: WAIT! Does this thing go into drive? Because I'm stuck in reverse.
Katie: Just pill up that black thing beside the steering wheel that looks like an elbow.
JC: Like this?
Katie: No those are your windshield wipers. The other one.
JC: Oh. Okay there we go.
Megan: Can we get this going now?
JC: Be my guest.
Megan: ONE! TWO! TH-
Missy: WAIT!
Megan: What now?
Missy: What if my Hummer hits your Hummer? Does that mean I'll get hurt? Because I have a photoshoot.
Megan: Why do you have a photoshoot?
Missy: I'm pretty, duh!
Megan: ...Alright are there any more problems with the Hummers and/or anything else?
Katie/JC/Missy: No.
Megan: Good. ONE! TWO! TH-
Pimply adolescent lifeguard walks over
Lifeguard: WAIT!
Megan: Ah crap.
Lifeguard: *walks over* You just got everyone off the beach. What are you doing?
Katie: ...Shark. SHARK! SHARK!
Lifeguard: There are no sharks on Miami Beach.
Katie: Um, they're in the water stupid. Sheesh, what kind of lifeguard are you?
Lifeguard: You scared everyone off, so get off the beach.
Megan: Ah come on dude, we just wanted to drive around and check for...Murders.
Lifeguard: Murders?
Megan: MDPD. *whips out badge, badge falls onto sand*
Lifeguard: *looks down at ground*
Megan: Okay so the badges aren't exactly made out of cement. Big deal.
Lifeguard: Get off the beach before I call the police.
JC: Good luck. We
are the cops.
Missy: Um, we're CSIs.
JC: I know that. But we're also cops.
Missy: CSIs.
JC: Cops.
Missy: CSIs.
JC: Cops.
Missy: CSIs!
JC: COPS!
Missy: CSI!
JC: COP!
Missy: CSI!
JC: COP!
Missy: CSI! CSI! CSI!
JC: COP! COP! COP!
Lifeguard: Enough! I don't care who you are. Leave.
Katie: *smiles* Oh hey, do you have a girlfriend?
Lifeguard: ...No. Look at me.
Megan: *leans over window* Are ya kiddin' me?
Katie: We'll be long gone before he even notices.
Megan: *nods* GO!
Hummers zoom
Katie: AH! THE SAND! IT'S TOO MUCH!
Missy: I'M VEERING INTO THE OCEAN! I CAN'T SWIM!
Katie: ACK GET YOUR HUMMER AWAY FROM MINE!
Missy: I CAN'T HELP IT!
Megan: They're so pathetic.
Miami Lab
Colton: *walks over* Hey Cal.
Calleigh: *smiles* Hey.
Colton: Um...You left your earring at my place.
Calleigh: *smiling* You found that? I've been looking for it everywhere. Thank you.
Colton: So are we going out for dinner tonight?
Calleigh: Actually, I might be working late tonight.
Colton: Oh...Well, the job should come first anyway. I mean, you've had a relationship with it longer.
Calleigh: *laughs* I'll try and break away as soon as I can, I promise.
Colton: Good. *kisses Calleigh*
Calleigh: *wide-eyed*
Colton: See you later. *walks away*
Calleigh: *blank stare*
Miami-Dade Library
Riley: *flips pages of book* What are you, my bodyguard?
Speed: *places hands in pockets* You said you didn't know the city very well.
Riley: Um, the library is hardly a city and you had to be at work, remember?
Speed: I'm just making sure you're finding everything okay.
Riley: That's what the librarian is for.
Speed: You want to get rid of me?
Riley: It's hard to read with you standing over my shoulder.
Speed: What are you reading?
Riley: A book.
Speed: Yeah I know that. What book?
Riley: American History.
Speed: That's some heavy stuff.
Riley: Yeah and nicely packed in a heavy book. They sure know how to transfer their subject-matter into physical manifestations.
Speed: You like history?
Riley: No.
Speed: ...Then why are you reading it?
Riley: I like to read.
Speed: So you'll read anything as long as it's a book?
Riley: Keeps the mind occupied.
Speed: *nods*
Riley: *flips page*
Speed: *stares at Riley*
Riley: What.
Speed: Nothing.
Riley: *looks at Speed* I'm trying to read and you're blocking my light. Make yourself useful and go to work.
Speed: Sure, no problem.
Riley: But I'll need a ride back to your place.
Speed: Miami has a transit system.
Riley: I need money then.
Speed: *hands over money* That should get you back.
Riley: Thanks.
Speed: *walks away*
Lounge
Horatio: *places hands on hips* Drag racing on the beach? Flirting with underaged lifeguards? Running everyone off the beach and screaming 'shark'?
Katie: ...Oops.
Megan: It was all her idea.
Katie: *slaps Megan* It was all YOUR idea you butt munch.
Megan: I am not a butt munch you paper bag.
Katie: *gasp* I am NOT a paper bag.
Horatio: Enough. Where's Missy and JC?
Katie: They got sea sick.
Horatio: How?
Katie: They drove their Hummers into the ocean.
Horatio: *frowns* The department Hummers?
Katie: ...Maybe.
Horatio: Maybe? Maybe isn't going to cut it missy.
Katie: My name's Katie. K. T.
Horatio: You're grounded.
Katie: Ah man.
Miami Lab, two hours later
Carly: Hey Colton.
Colton: Hey.
Carly: I spoke to this Jordy guy.
Colton: Yeah? I'm not on your case.
Carly: You are now.
Colton: Excellent.
Carly: He doesn't have an alibi so I'm keeping him around for a while. I think Anni or Katie was supposed to be looking for a gun, but I haven't seen Anni and Katie's grounded because she's an idiot.
Colton: Yeah I knew that.
Carly: ...The Katie being grounded thing, or her being an idiot?
Colton: Both.
Carly: Not cool ma man.
Colton: Sorry. I still don't like her that much.
Carly: Well I hate to say it but...You deserved to go to jail you freak.
Colton: *looks at Carly*
Carly: *laughs* I'm kidding. Look, you two have this sibling rivalry. It's actually kind of cute.
Colton: It is not.
Carly: Yeah it is.
Colton: Shut up.
Carly: *laughs*
New York, Hotel
Delko: *loads gun*
Josh: Whoa, load that thing away from yours truly will ya?
Delko: Oh, sorry.
Josh: *shakes head*
Delko: So where's your sister?
Josh: I don't know.
Delko: Oh...So we're going in this blind as bats.
Josh: Actually, bats have sonar ears that allow them to map the place out, so it's really a misconception that bats are blind. Most times, th-
Delko: *lifts hand* Okay I get it.
Josh: *looking at map* We just have to think like bats.
Delko: Sorry dude my ears aren't big enough.
Josh: The cell phone service was pegged at 114th avenue.
Delko: So we should look there, right?
Josh: Yeah if you want to just walk right out in traffic.
Delko: Maybe she was in a building. GPS on phones aren't always as precise as they advertise.
Josh: They advertise GPS?
Delko: ...Maybe that was Onstar.
Josh: Yeah. *walks over to box*
Delko: What's in the box?
Josh: *throws vest at Eric*
Delko: What's this?
Josh: Kevlar.
Delko: *starts to laugh*
Josh: Something funny?
Delko: No, not at all.
Josh: We have to meet one of my old friends Ernie downtown near Grand Central Station. He said he has information.
Delko: Great, was he one of your cop buddies?
Josh: ...Uh...No.
Delko: What do you mean?
Josh: He was an old boyfriend.
Delko: ...
Josh: What, you're not going to laugh?
Delko: Why would I laugh?
Josh: You seem immature.
Delko: Well...Yeah from a distance.
Josh: *walks to door*
Delko: FROM A DISTANCE! See? Distance.
Grand Central Station
Delko: Alright so where's this Ernie guy?
Josh: *looks around* You're going to have to play along by the way, he gets a little fretful if people betray him.
Delko: What do you mean betray him?
Josh: He's had a lot of boyfriends who have "turned to the straight side". He thinks it's always his fault.
Delko: Seems like Ernie has issues.
Josh: Yeah.
Ernie walks over
Ernie: JOSH!
Josh: Hey.
Ernie: I haven't seen you in ages! *flails* You have to tell where you're livin' now.
Josh: Florida.
Ernie: Oh my GOSH! I have SO many friends down there right now. Oooh who's this dish?
Josh: This is my boyfriend, Eric.
Ernie: OH MY GOSH! LOOK AT YOU ALL DOLLED UP!
Delko: *nervous smile*
Ernie: Oh now he's a dish. MM MM MMmm. OH JOSH! You're married!
Josh: Yeah, well...I meant Eric's my husband.
Delko: *looks at Josh* Say again?
Ernie: Married! How did that happen?
Josh: ...We went to Canada.
Ernie: Well good for you! Oh you seem under the weather, are you okay?
Josh: Oh I'm fine. I think Eric's the one who looks like he's going to be sick.
Delko: *punches Josh*
Josh: Stop that honey, it tickles!
Delko: *frowns* I. Hate. You.
Josh: Oh come on now love bunny, those codes are getting so OLD. I wuv you too.
Delko: *eye twitches*
Ernie: Aww, look at him trying to contain his happiness.
Josh: Yeah he's ready to bust.
Ernie: *hugs Josh* I've missed you SO much. I never thought I'd see you and your hand cream ever again. How's the business?
Josh: Slow-going. I have a few clients around, but nothing big.
Ernie: Well that'll all change once you set back up in New York.
Josh: I'm actually here on business.
Ernie: OOOh are you trying out some new samples for your hubby? OH GOSH you have to tell me how he gets his skin so smooth!
Delko: *frowning*
Josh: He uses my products faithfully. Isn't that right sweetheart?
Delko: *grumbles*
Josh: *kicks Delko*
Delko: YES!
Erinie: Whew, he seems excited.
Josh: Oh yeah he's a real blast to be around. So listen, I have a few questions about the area.
Ernie: Go ahead.
Josh: I recieved a call a while ago and I was wondering where the closest building would be from that location. *hands over paper*
Ernie: Ooh look at your cute little highlights. Hun you are a master with a marker.
Josh: *smirks*
Delko: *rolls eyes*
Ernie: Alright, well you want to start at these apartment buildings. Those are the most populated. Aside from that, there's an old grainery nearby.
Josh: They still have those?
Ernie: Yeah it's a whole industrial area a little further down you go.
Josh: Great.
Ernie: Oh hey remember that time you took me to the bridge to see the sunset? I miss those days.
Delko: *gasp* You took him to see the sunset? You never did that for me.
Josh: We weren't looking at the sunset that one night honey. Remember?
Delko: *wide-eyed*
Ernie: Oooh firey. Well if you need anything else, I'll be in touch. *pokes Josh* HAHA.
Josh: Yeah, thanks man.
Ernie: *skips away*
Delko: So you and Ernie huh.
Josh: *frowning*
Delko: Must have been quite the relationship.
Josh: Shut up.
Delko: And thanks for dragging me down with you, that was really thoughtful.
Josh: You wanted to fly up here.
Delko: *punches Josh in the arm*
TBC................
