Those are some great pictures.
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Next day, halls
Ryan: *walks over* Hey I was looking for you. You didn't page me. The lab tech girl had to tell me where you were.
Delko: I got an ID from the victim. His name's Oscar Martinez. He owns the boat in the marina, and he's an ex captain.
Ryan: In the military?
Delko: Boat captain.
Ryan: So did you find the knife?
Delko: Actually, that's going to be up to you.
Ryan: What do you mean?
Delko: You're going back to the boat to find it.
Ryan: ...You think the killer left it there?
Delko: I don't know, go find out. *walks away*
Ryan: ...Aye aye.
Trace Lab
Anni: *walks in* Hi.
Speed: *looking through scope*
Anni: You certainly left early this morning.
Speed: I had work.
Anni: You didn't even have breakfast.
Speed: Normally I don't.
Anni: Did I do something wrong?
Speed: Nope.
Anni: What are you workin' on?
Speed: A case.
Anni: Oh...Because that never happens.
Speed: *lifts head*
Anni: ...
Speed: Your mother called.
Anni: ...My..My mother?
Speed: She called your cell this morning. She asked who I was.
Anni: Oh...
Speed: I said I was your husband, and apparently she's never even heard of me.
Anni: She's old.
Speed: You didn't tell her you got married.
Anni: ...My parents and I have never had the most solid relationship. I didn't know I was obligated to tell them everything about me.
Speed: I'm your husband. You don't think I would have, I don't know, come up in a family conversation in the future?
Anni: Why are you getting so uptight about this? I was going to tell them.
Speed: Are you ashamed of me or something?
Anni: No.
Speed: *crosses arms*
Anni: It's just...My parents always expected me to marry this rich clean shaven respectable man. You know, a laywer or a doctor, or the head of a company. I ran off from Texas to Canada.
Speed: So I'm not exactly what they have in mind.
Anni: No.
Speed: Well they're coming to Florida for their anniversary and they want to meet me.
Anni: What?
Speed: Yeah.
Anni: No...I...Why?
Speed: I don't know.
Anni: You don't understand, I can't see them again.
Speed: I'm sure it won't be so bad.
Anni: They're the most conservative people on the planet. I'm the exact opposite. It'll be like a hippie sitting at a table with the King and Queen of England.
Speed: ...England doesn't have a King.
Anni: The point is it'll be the most uncomfortable encounter ever.
Speed: You're not a hippie.
Anni: *frowns*
Speed: You also don't look very happy.
Anni: I'm not.
Speed: Don't worry about it.
Anni: Easy for you to say, your dad is dead and your mom might as well have alzheimers.
Speed: That's low.
Anni: *sigh* I'm sorry.
Speed: Anni, you'll be fine.
Anni: Can we run up to Canada?
Speed: No.
Anni: Ah man.
Speed: *looks at door*
Woman: ANNI!
Anni: *turns around* ....MOM...Hi...What are you doing here so early? I thought you would have driven here.
Mom: I flew, dear. We have our own helicopter.
Anni: Of course...
Mom: *hugs Anni* It's so good to see you honey.
Anni: I thought you would be in tonight.
Mom: Oh nonsense, I wasn't about to sit in the car with your father all day.
Anni: ...Great.
Mom: So where's your husband? I want to meet him.
Anni: He's...Not here.
Speed: *lifts brow*
Anni: He's in Aruba.
Mom: Oh what's he doing there? I just spoke to him on the phone this morning.
Anni: He left this morning. He's the head of a very very...Very big company. Lots of money flying around.
Mom: I was looking forward to meeting him.
Anni: Why?
Mom: I want to see what my Annigale married.
Anni: ...Mom that's not my name.
Mom: That's what it says on your birth certificate.
Anni: So where's Dad?
Mom: He's parking the car. My goodness there is impossible parking around here.
Anni: How did you even find me?
Mom: Your husband told us where you worked. Personally, I can't stand these dirty places.
Speed: Well, actu-
Anni: Mom, I think you would be more comfortable in a very large hotel somewhere.
Mom: Your father and I are staying with you. Have your butler pick up our things when we get there.
Anni: Butler?
Mom: You...Do have one, don't you?
Anni: Yes! Of course I do.
Mom: Where's your address?
Anni: Uh....It's...
Speed: She owns the Hotel Intercontinental. You should be fine there.
Anni: Yeah, um...Tim here's the butler there.
Speed: What?
Anni: *smiling* He's very good at his job.
Mom: Then what's he doing here?
Anni: He knew you were coming here, and he decided to drive you to the hotel himself.
Speed: *frowns*
Anni: Get going.
Speed: *stands*
Mom: That's very nice of him. Alright, I'll be outside. But don't be too late, because this sun is dreadful on my skin. *leaves*
Anni: *turns around* I'm so sorry.
Speed: Does that mean we have to stay at the hotel?
Anni: Just until they leave.
Speed: I am not going to be their butler.
Anni: Oh come on! I wouldn't ask if this wasn't important.
Speed: You didn't ask, you recruited.
Anni: Yeah but...Please?
Speed: Fine. But you'll have to tell them the truth eventually.
Anni: I will.
Speed: *leaves*
Anni: *sigh*
Atrium
Stetler: Horatio.
Horatio: *looking out window*
Stetler: How's the new kid?
Horatio: You're not here to check up on him.
Stetler: No. As a matter of fact I'm here about Miss Duquesne.
Horatio: She is a police officer, you will address her as such.
Stetler: Fine, Detective Duquesne. I might have been a little quick to fire her.
Horatio: Need I remind you, I can have you fired as well.
Stetler: What for?
Horatio: Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your conversation with Riley? This
is why you're apologizing for firing Calleigh so quickly, isn't it?
Stetler: I'm at my last bone with the department, Horatio.
Horatio: That's unfortunate.
Stetler: I can't make another mistake.
Horatio: Mistakes are all I see from you Rick.
Stetler: I give you your CSI back, you keep the kid, and in turn you promise to look the other way if the department asks you any questions about me.
Horatio: A tempting offer.
Stetler: We both win.
Horatio: *nods* Alright here's what's going to happen. You get Calleigh her job back, wipe her record clean as well as Colton's. Then I will decide if I keep Ryan Wolfe, and I will decide whether or not to toss your name around the department again. Sound good? I thought so.
Stetler: ...You're the boss.
Horatio: *walks away*
Stetler: Oh and Horatio.
Horatio: *turns around*
Stetler: Thank you.
Horatio: Don't thank me yet Rick. *leaves*
Stetler: *frowns*
Marina
Manager: So, what are you lookin' for?
Ryan: *looks around* The murder weapon.
Manager: How long is this going to take? I need this slip.
Ryan: Sir, could you just wait outside please?
Manager: You didn't answer my question, boy.
Ryan: It's going to take as long as it takes sir.
Manager: You know, the killer probably took it with him.
Ryan: It doesn't change what I have to do here.
Manager: You guys have been lifting and printing for almost two days. I think you have all the evidene you're gonna get.
Ryan: *kneels, shines flashlight over couch*
Manager: What is it?
Ryan: *reaches between cushions*
Manager: It's probably just a remote or something.
Ryan: *pulls out bloodied knife*
Manager: ...
Ryan: *looks at manager* You're not going to get your slip back for a while.
Manager: Pfft, yeah well that's what I get for putting my tax dollars in for your job. *leaves*
Ryan: *places knife on couch, grabs camera*
Calleigh: *walks in*
Ryan: *looks up* Detective. Hi, what are you doing here?
Calleigh: I just came to see how you were doing.
Ryan: You were fired.
Calleigh: *smiles* You know, you've already told me that.
Ryan: Do you really think it's appropriate to be here then?
Calleigh: *shrugs* I haven't touched anything.
Ryan: You shouldn't be in an active crime scene.
Calleigh: With all due respect, you're just a newbie.
Ryan: Well with all due respect ma'am, you were fired.
Calleigh: *smile fades* ...
Ryan: You should leave. *snaps picture*
Calleigh: You're kicking me out of the crime scene.
Ryan: It's the rules.
Calleigh: *looks around*
Ryan: *places knife in bag*
Calleigh: *walks further inside* So, there's arterial spray on the ceiling.
Ryan: *looking down at couch* I thought you were leaving.
Calleigh: *smiles* I'm just observing.
Ryan: *stands, turns to Calleigh* Well observe, outside.
Calleigh: *looking at ceiling* Your victim wasn't stabbed in the neck, was he?
Ryan: No, just the stomach and chest area.
Calleigh: Well...For this to happen, he would have had to be stabbed in an artery, more specifically, and artery in the neck.
Ryan: So?
Calleigh: I think you have two victims.
Ryan: I just looked over this scene top to bottom. There's nothing else here.
Calleigh: Then you missed something. I mean, you just found the murder weapon, right?
Ryan: Yeah.
Calleigh: That means you're not finished.
Ryan: *frowns*
Calleigh: *smiling*
Hotel Intercontinental, suite
Mom: Whew look at that view.
Anni: Yeah it's great.
Speed: *places suitcases on floor*
Mom: Thank you dear. *hands over a five dollar bill*
Speed: ...Keep it.
Mom: Nonsense, don't spend this all in one shop.
Speed: *looks at Anni*
Anni: Actually, I've invited Tim here over for dinner.
Mom: Oh! Good, does he cook too?
Anni: *laughs* He sure does!
Speed: *frowns*
Anni: I'm sure he can make us something, right?
Speed: ...Yes ma'am.
Anni: ...HAHA wow...He's never called me...Ma'am before. *smiling*
Mom: Then what does he call you?
Anni: Um...Anni.
Mom: That seems a little personal considering he's your employee. Okay, go play with your money now. Maybe you can...Buy a razer or something.
Speed: *glares*
Anni: *laughs* Mom, that's really funny. It is.
Speed: I'll be back with the rest of the luggage...Ma'am.
Anni: *giggles*
Speed: *leaves*
Anni: Oh MAN it's cool when he calls me ma'am. He has to start doing that more often.
Mom: You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you had a little thing for him.
Anni: Me? No. No way. I would never.
Mom: I see the way he looks at you honey.
Anni: ...You do?
Mom: Your father used to look at me that way when we were teenagers. He certainly swept me off my feet when I was younger.
Anni: *smirks*
Mom: Let's get me settled in.
Anni: Sure.
TBC...............
