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Holding cell
Horatio: *walks in*
Speed: *stands*
Horatio: Well, I just got back from the hospital. Warren's finally awake. He doesn't want to press charges.
Speed: Why?
Horatio: I convinced him not to.
Speed: *sigh*
Horatio: It's something you should really be punished for. Fortunately for you, it isn't going to happen. So tell me, why are you on antidepressants?
Speed: You
fired me. Do you realize how late we are in rent? I just got an eviction notice so thank you very much. Now not only is my job gone, but my wife hates me, slept around with some guy, lied to me about being pregnant, I'm losing my apartment, and I beat a guy almost to death for no reason.
Horatio: You did bring some of that upon yourself.
Speed: Yes, I did.
Horatio: You're still technically a police officer, you just don't work here. You can find other jobs.
Speed: Who wants to hire a fired cop?
Horatio: ...Canada?
Speed: Funny.
On the road
Lora: *lays across Carly*
Carly: *pushes Lora* Get up.
Lora: I'm tired and you're cushy.
Carly: Why aren't you in the front seat?
Lora: Heather's driving scares the crap out of me.
Carly: So why don't you drive?
Lora: I don't drive stupid piddly cars.
Heather: Hey. This car is nice.
Lora: If we get into an accident, I'll end up in the front seat whether I wanted to or not.
Carly: So put on your seat belt.
Lora: Seat belts are for losers.
Carly: Dying is for losers.
Lora: *sits up* Heather, make her shut up.
Carly: You shut up.
Heather: Which interstate am I supposed to get off on?
Lora: I don't normally get off at interstates but whatever.
Heather: I meant where do I turn.
Lora: OH! Okay because you totally made that sound all misconstrued. Okay, well you turn three rights ago.
Heather: ....I missed the turn.
Lora: Yeah but no worries, there will be other interstates.
Carly: How come we didn't pack any skis?
Lora: Because we're going to rent them.
Carly: That's like wearing someone's dirty underwear.
Lora: ...But the skis aren't dirty.
Heather: *presses gas pedal*
Lora: AH! *falls against seat*
Heather: Sorry, some jerk cut me off so I'm riding his bumper.
Lora: *squints* His bumper sticker says Texas 4 Eva.
Carly: And it's a patrol cop.
Heather: What?
Sirens turn on
Heather: He didn't have his lights on! I didn't know it was a cop!
Lora: His lights didn't
disappear just because they weren't on.
Heather: Okay everyone stay cool. I have my liscence around here, I'm sure.
Lora: ...You did bring it, right?
Heather: Probably.
Cop: *walks over to window, knocks on it*
Heather: *rolls down window*
Cop: Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?
Heather: Because you cut me off.
Cop: No. Because you were following too close. I need to see your liscence, registration and insurance please.
Heather: *opens glove box* Sure. *hands over papers*
Cop: *looks down at liscence*
Lora: *slowly clicks seatbelt on*
Cop: Okay, ma'am I'm going to issue you a citation for following too close to a law enforcement vehicle.
Heather: Uh...But you cut me off.
Cop: I'm allowed to.
Heather: *frowns*
Carly: *lifts brow*
Heather: Uh, you can't break the law.
Cop: Please step out of the vehicle ma'am.
Heather: Fine. *gets out of car*
Cop: I'm going to need the rest of y'all to exit the vehicle as well.
Carly and Lora get out
Cop: *writing ticket* Where are you off to?
Heather: Vermont.
Cop: Why's that?
Heather: We're going skiing.
Cop: Without skis?
Lora: I told you.
Heather: We're going to rent them.
Carly: Yeah, why does it matter where we're going anyway?
Cop: *lifts head* You're Australian.
Carly: ..Yeah, so?
Cop: Do you have your green card?
Carly: I'm here on a working Visa.
Cop: I need to see it.
Carly: Uh, okay. *grabs purse from car*
Cop: Whoa, whoa whoa. Slowly now. *takes out gun*
Carly: I'm just getting my purse. You told me to get my working Visa.
Cop: Slowly.
Carly: *reaches inside purse*
Cop: Stop. Is that a gun?
Carly: *looks down* OH! Oh no no no, this is for work.
Cop: GET ON THE GROUND!
Carly: What?
Cop: Get on the ground now! *lifts gun*
Heather: She's a CSI.
Lora: Yeah, I mean she isn't on duty or anything but whatever.
Cop: *clicks radio* I need backup. Nearest officers to my location. *looks at Carly* Spread your legs.
Carly: Gee, I haven't been asked to do
that in a while.
Lora: *snickers*
Cop: I know what y'all are trying to do here. Smuggle illegal immigrants into the country.
Heather: Dude, we're already IN the country.
Cop: Exactly.
Lora: If we were smuggling Australians, why would we be going to Vermont?
Black SUV pulls up
Cop: Oh good. Sir, I caught them smuggling immigrants.
Josh: *walks over*
Carly: *looks up*
Josh: *looks at cop* You pulled me off a crime scene for this?
Cop: She has a concealed weapon, sir.
Josh: *grabs Carly's hand*
Carly: *stands*
Cop: *hands over cuffs*
Josh: *places cuffs on roof of car*
Cop: Sir?
Josh: Why did you pull them over?
Cop: They were following too closely.
Heather: And he cut me off.
Carly: And I was about to get arrested for being Australian.
Lora: Have any hand cream in the back of your truck?
Cop: I've already written down the citation.
Josh: Does it have a signature?
Cop: Not yet.
Josh: *grabs paper* I'll take care of it.
Cop: The Australian has to go. No green card.
Carly: WORKING VISA! I swear, I'm g-
Josh: She's fine.
Cop: B-
Josh: Take a hike.
Cop: You know, you detectives always try and take the collar from us. If I wasn't out here, you'd have a lot more crime scenes to process. And these people broke the law. I should arrest every one of 'em. Especially the non-American bitch over there, always takin' our jobs. *scoffs* And I've heard of you. You're one of them fags. Supportin' the immigrant bitches.
Josh: *grabs cop, slams him against car*
Cop: AH! AH!
Josh: If you weren't so quick to judge everyone, you would have seen her working Visa, and don't you
ever talk about a lady like that ever again.
Cop: Get your hands off of me.
Josh: *lets go*
Cop: *gets into cop car, drives off*
Lora: If only you could tag along the whole way.
Heather: Thanks.
Carly: We have to head out. *gets into car*
Lora: Uh...Yeah. *gets into car*
Heather: That was nice, what you did for us.
Josh: He had no right to do what he did.
Heather: *smiles* I'm glad there are a few good cops left in Miami.
Josh: *lifts brow*
Heather: *gets into car*
TBC......................
