:lol: Lilly. Well American, Canadian, they're all the same to me
Nikki, I slipped it?
...Hmm you know, I think you're right. This is what happens when people get me on MSN. :lol:
Colton! *attacks and hugs* Love the use of the word 'gaspilicious'.
And I shall update soon!
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Trace Lab, next day
Katie: *runs in* Okay I know that you're mad at me but hear me out.
Speed: *looking through microscope* Okay. I've heard you. Out.
Katie: This is important.
Speed: Why, you found more bruises on a corpse?
Katie: You knew I wouldn't.
Speed: That's because I don't beat my children.
Katie: No, because she's alive.
Speed: *lifts head* Are you off your meds or something?
Katie: She wasn't in the casket. It's been three years!
Speed: Yeah a lot of her wouldn't still be there after this long.
Katie: She's in Colombia, Alexx confirmed she signed off the death certificates there.
Speed: Alexx can't sign death certificates.
Katie: Well whatever she signed. And she's alive.
Speed: So...The coroner signed 'death certificates' for someone in Colombia and that means she's automatically alive.
Katie: She is. I tested the murder weapon and found fish poison on it.
Speed: *nods slowly*
Katie: She faked her death!
Speed: ...Did you and your boyfriend steal some drugs?
Katie: No. Why aren't you listening?
Speed: Because you're insane.
Katie: Oh come on you knew she was alive. Don't tell me you're a CSI and you can't even tell the difference between a dead body and a live body.
Speed: That whole sentence didn't make sense.
Katie: I'm a bit hyper.
Speed: I can tell.
Katie: We have to go to Colombia.
Speed:
We are not going anywhere.
Katie: You won't even help me?
Speed: I don't get paid enough to help you.
Katie: Funny.
Speed: Why don't you just calm down with the faked death scenario and go have a cookie or something.
Katie: *frowns* You were angry that she left. That she had to do this to help other people. You were mad that she betrayed our family and you probably want nothing to do with her.
Speed: Katie, enough.
Katie: Carly said the same thing. So are you two in on it?
Speed: In on
what?
Katie: This whole thing. I mean, the fact that cocaine is illegal and she went to a country undercover to help out mob boss prostitutes probably won't spark a lot of conversation with everyone else.
Speed: You have way too much time on your hands.
Katie: Exactly. If I didn't, the whole conspiracy would still be covered but I exploited it and no one believes me.
Speed: Maybe it's because you're wrong.
Katie: I thought you knew she was alive.
Speed: Look, I might have...Taken a second look a couple of times because you always hope that they'll still be alive but she was clearly dead. And I know it sounds stupid for a CSI to admit that they wish a victim lying on a table in the morgue wasn't really dead but it happens when it's your child. I was angry because it was my fault, nothing more.
Katie: So you don't think she's alive and you haven't the entire time.
Speed: I said I thought she might be. I wasn't going to...Do what you did over it. You're insane, I'm not.
Katie: Well I have evidence that she is.
Speed: Do you have physical evidence or just theories?
Katie: Oh look who's curious.
Speed: No, it's an actual question. If you have nothing then stop wasting my time.
Katie: How about if we go to Colombia and find her?
Speed: Do you know how big Colombia is?
Katie: Yes. This is why I got information out of Alexx. Arauca is near the border of Venezuela.
Speed: And?
Katie: And that's where Alexx told me to look.
Speed: So she confirmed that she's alive.
Katie: Yeah.
Speed: Why didn't you start with that part?
Katie: I like to present my findings first like any good CSI. I want to be interesting.
Speed: Yeah I think you have to actually be 'good' for that to be interesting.
Katie: *blank stare* Do you want to find your daughter or not?
Speed: Not particularily. If she wanted to leave her life behind, that's her decision.
Katie: Oh you are so pissed inside.
Speed: No I'm not.
Katie: She faked her death! I'd be pissed. Okay I am pissed. I should stop saying pissed. I kind of have to pee now. I can't believe you aren't showing any emotion toward this. She's ALIVE.
Speed: I can't change what she did.
Katie: What the hell is wrong with you? Therapy has turned you...Responsible and accepting. You're supposed to be rebellious and dramatic with a pinch of insanity!
Speed: That's your department.
Katie: So when you see her you're just going to stare at her and then say "Hi".
Speed: I'm not going to see anyone. I have work this week.
Katie: Next week?
Speed: No week.
Katie: Too bad. I have plane tickets. We're going tonight.
Speed: I'm not going anywhere.
Katie: Don't you want to see your daughter?
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: HA. You ARE angry. I knew it.
Speed: I'm trying not to be angry.
Katie: Oooh so that's what the therapy is for. I SO KNEW YOU KNEW.
Speed: Where do you get your information from?
Katie: My head.
Speed: Well that explains everything.
Katie: *puts on shades* WE'RE GOING TO COLOMBIA!
Speed: Where did you get those shades from?
Katie: My pocket.
Speed: Naturally.
DNA lab
Delko: *taps fingers against table*
Valera: *staring at computer*
Delko: *looks around*
Valera: *typing*
Delko: *sigh*
Valera: Just because you want it to go faster, doesn't mean it will.
Delko: Sorry I'm just...Anxious about the results.
Valera: I understand that. But could you please stop hammering your fingers on my table? You're vibrating everything.
Delko: Sorry.
Computer beeps
Valera: ...
Delko: What is it?
Valera: No match. The victim in The Everglades isn't a match to your DNA.
Delko: *nods* Okay that's good. Thanks.
Valera: No problem.
Halls
Delko: *walking* Hey H.
Horatio: *walking* You got the results?
Delko: Not a match.
Horatio: So the question becomes who is this little girl?
Delko: We still have to find Alena.
Horatio: Okay. I'll send Colton and Carly out on this case while you and I will continue with Alena. Right now I have to meet with Stetler.
Delko: You're going to arrest him?
Horatio: I'm not sure what his intentions are but I'll get to the bottom of it. *walks away*
Delko: Right.
Atrium
Horatio: *frowning, walks over*
Stetler: Horatio, I-
Horatio: Don't you 'Horatio' me, Rick.
Stetler: I know you're angry b-
Horatio: Angry? This is beyond angry. You're lucky I don't have a trigger finger or you'd be pushing up daisies right now.
Stetler: Is that a threat?
Horatio: I haven't even made my threat yet. How
dare you get my CSIs involved with your little drug mission and steal a child, Rick. A child. I want to know where she is.
Stetler: I don't know.
Horatio: That's a load of garbage.
Stetler: Do you always speak like this to your superiors?
Horatio: I wouldn't care if you were the
President, I want that child back and I want her back here right now.
Stetler: I don't have her.
Horatio: You better have her.
Stetler: Or what? You'll kill me? The mighty Horatio Caine will pop one off and send me swimming with the fishes? That,
is the term you New Yorkers use, right?
Horatio: *frowning*
Stetler: I gave her to someone else after I took her.
Horatio: Hmm you never cease to amaze me with your idiotic mistakes, you're under arrest.
Stetler: What for?
Horatio: Copping to kidnapping and child endangerment. That and cocaine distribution, theft, destroying county property, felony murder, shall I continue?
Stetler: You can't prove it.
Horatio: I'm a CSI, I can prove anything. *walks away*
TBC............
