*huggles
Nikki.*
And hey, how about another chapter!
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Hummerhome, Next day
Katie: *sits up* ...
Megan: *grabs cup* Morning.
Katie: ....Okay what happened.
Megan: You got drunk.
Katie: What did I do and how much is it going to cost?
Megan: You owe the bellhop 40 dollars.
Katie: Why?
Megan: You were racing jellybeans down the stairs and he won.
Katie: ...Anything else?
Megan: You owe the manager 300 dollars.
Katie: Did we race jellybeans too?
Megan: You knocked him into the pool and broke his nose in three places.
Katie: ...Oops.
Megan: How do you feel?
Katie: *holding head* I don't know, I think I'm still a little drunk. Where's Missy and JC?
Megan: JC's driving, Missy's asleep. We should be back in Miami within the hour.
Katie: Good.
Megan: At least you didn't get arrested this time.
Katie: Yeah.
Megan: Have some coffee.
Katie: No, I don't need coffee. I need more alcohol.
Megan: Are ya kiddin' me?
Katie: *staggers over to cupboard* I left the vodka in here somewhere.
Megan: ...What are you doing?
Katie: *grabs bottle*
Megan: You don't need any more of that stuff.
Katie: *drinks*
Megan: *lifts brows*
Katie: *slams bottle into sink*
Megan: Are you finished?
Katie: *opens fridge, grabs wine, pops cork*
Megan: Katie...
Katie: *starts drinking wine*
Megan: *grabs wine* Katie, stop.
Katie: *laughs* What are you, the alcologohol police?
Megan: Sit down.
Katie: *staggers over to dinette* You da boss. *salutes, bangs hand against window* Whoa, excuse me sir.
Megan: Hey JC, are we there yet?
JC: About a half hour we will be.
Megan: *grabs cellphone, dials*
Miami lab
Horatio: *opens phone* Caine.
Megan: We have a problem.
Horatio: Megan.
Megan: It's Katie.
Horatio: You four took my Hummerhome. MY Hummerhome.
Megan: H, there's a problem and we need your help.
Horatio: What's wrong with Katie?
Megan: She's been drunk for two days.
Horatio: ...Two days?
Megan: The first night we were just having fun, but then it got serious.
Horatio: Bring her here.
Megan: No problem.
Horatio: And if you forget the keys to my Hummerhome, someone's going to be shot.
Megan: ...Also no problem.
Half hour later, interrogation room
Katie: *throwing chairs*
PatrolCop: Lieutenant...
Horatio: Hold off for a minute. Katie, Katie can I speak with you for a minute?
Katie: *climbs onto table* Go nuts McRed.
Horatio: How much have you had to drink?
Katie: Enough to make me want to puke but not enough that I pass out. You do the math.
Horatio: Is there a reason you're doing this?
Katie: It's fun.
Horatio: And this has nothing to do with Speed.
Katie: *stares at Horatio*
Horatio: Do you want to talk to him?
Katie: NO! *rolls off table* WHOA! I just fell right off of there! *laughs*
Horatio: *looks at door*
Speed: *walks in*
Horatio: Katie, get off the floor.
Katie: Whoa, there are dark blue speckles in the floor. I'M SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN! SOMEONE GET ME A TUBA!
Horatio: Katie, come here.
Katie: *jumps up, staggers over, salutes* Mon capitaine, I'm HERE. Reporting for duty SIR. *falls against Horatio* Whoa there, the capitaine is a little close for comfort.
Horatio: *holding Katie* We want to get you some help.
Katie: OH! Like that intervention show! Well sorry Van Ponderosa, I don't think so. I say NO I tells ya.
Speed: Katie.
Katie: WHAT!
Speed: We're going to get you some help.
Katie: I don't need help. What I need...*staggers toward door* Is another drink.
Speed: *grabs Katie*
Katie: *slaps Speed* NO! *bangs head against door* ...The door is guarded by some sort of shield. *banging head against door* OPEN SESAME STREET!
Door slides open
Katie: *falls over* WOOO! I am the Queen of the Secret Cloud Police Spider People! *gives two thumbs up* And EXHALE!
Horatio: *walks over, grabs Katie*
Speed: *grabs Katie*
Katie: *stands* I don't need all y'alls helps...Y'all. You all, y'all.
PatrolCop: *grabs Katie*
Horatio: Make sure to send her to the facility that I marked down.
PatrolCop: Yes sir.
Katie/PatrolCop leave
Horatio: You okay?
Speed: Yeah.
Horatio: She seemed pretty out of it.
Speed: She'll be fine. *leaves*
Horatio: *puts on shades* I have to see a woman about a Hummerhome. *walks away*
Trace Lab
Speed: *walks in*
Ryan: *looks up from table*
Speed: ...What are you doing in here?
Ryan: I'm trying to work the GCMS.
Speed: Y-You're what? No, stop. Just don't touch anything, get away from the table.
Ryan: Eric sent me here.
Speed: Eric has the brain of a porpous.
Ryan: A what?
Speed: It's like a seal or something. Anyway, step back and stop touching the machines.
Ryan: I'm just trying to help.
Speed: Don't help, just move.
Ryan: *moves aside*
Speed: *presses buttons*
GCMS stops beeping
Ryan: How did you get it to do that?
Speed: I know how to work my machines.
Ryan: Man I thought it would be like my microwave. Well, former microwave, I'm staying at Calleigh's house so technically it's her microwave and she told me I wasn't allowed to touch it.
Speed: You see this machine?
Ryan: Yeah.
Speed: IT'S NOT A MICROWAVE!
Ryan: *screams*
Speed: Hands. Off. My. Machines.
Ryan: *puts hands in pockets*
Calleigh: *walks in* OH Ryan.
Speed/Ryan: *look at Calleigh*
Calleigh: I've been lookin' for you everywhere.
Ryan: Really? *smiles* I've been sought after, that's so cool.
Calleigh: Did you run that Trace for me?
Ryan: Yeah it's still running, actually. Thanks for teaching me how to do that.
Calleigh: *smiles* You'll get the hang of things yourself. Pretty soon you won't even need me.
Ryan: I doubt that.
Calleigh: *smiling*
Speed: WHOA. Okay, just back up the flirt train for a second. You asked him to run Trace, and not me?
Calleigh: You were with Horatio.
Speed: I'm the Trace analyst.
Calleigh: You were busy.
Speed: ...I'm the Trace analyst.
Ryan: *pats Speed on the back* Don't worry buddy, I covered for you.
Speed: *frowns* Do not touch me.
Ryan: ...*takes hand away*
Calleigh: Tim, I needed that to be processed, and you weren't here so I asked Ryan.
Speed: Are you going to ask
Ryan to clean your car and walk your dog now?
Calleigh: ...I don't have a dog.
Speed: I'M THE TRACE ANALYST!
Calleigh: ...And?
Speed: He...I...You...I'M THE TRACE ANALYST!
Ryan: It's okay, I'm sure plenty of people still need your expertise in cheating on their wives and dumping their guns into a tub of popcorn and dirt.
Speed: *blank stare*
Ryan: Gosh Calleigh has told me
so much about you.
Speed: ...
Ryan: Did you know that there is ten times more dead and rough skin on an unshaved face than there is on a clean shaven face? You should think twice before processing evidence, you could contaminate it with dead skin cells that slop off.
Speed: ...
Ryan: I'll see you at lunch, Cal. *leaves*
Calleigh: *smiling* Isn't he great?
Speed: *frowning* Yeah he's a prize.
Calleigh: Oh Tim, lighten up.
Speed: *mumbles* I'm going to kick his little clean shaven face into next week.
Calleigh: What was that?
Speed: I said I should come to work with a clean shaven face next week.
Calleigh: Oh good.
Speed: *mumbles* And then I'm going to dump his gun in popcorn and dirt.
Calleigh: What?
Speed: I said Eric spilled popcorn on his shirt.
Calleigh: Oh.
Speed: *mumbles* Microwave my ass.
Calleigh: What was that?
Speed: I want you to microwave my ass.
Calleigh: *stares at Speed*
Speed: ...That actually didn't sound very good in my head either.
Calleigh: ...*backs up slowly, leaves*
TBC.................
