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9 am, driveway
Delko: *closes Hummerhome door*
Speed: *walks over* Hey.
Delko: *nods*
Speed: A suitcase. You staying longer?
Delko: I'm thinking about it.
Speed: You think?
Delko: *rolls eyes*
Cellphone rings
Delko: *looks down*
Speed: ...
Delko: *places phone in pocket*
Speed: That's not yours.
Delko: No, it's Jess'.
Speed: Who was it?
Delko: Look, I don't have time for 20 questions, alright? *walks past*
Speed: *turns around* Eric.
Delko: I don't need your help.
Speed: *lifts brow* I never said you did.
Delko: *sigh*
Speed: You've been acting weird all week.
Delko: If serious is weird, then yeah. Maybe I've matured or something.
Speed: You want to talk about it?
Delko: I think I've made it clear I don't. *walks away*
Speed: *stares at door*
Backyard
Alena: *runs to Horatio* Look! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
Horatio: He-y..A wasp nest. *grabs nest* You know what, let me take that, okay?
Alena: *smiling* I found it.
Horatio: Yes you did...*looks down at wasp nest*
Lora: *runs over* HOLY SH-I don't think so. *runs away*
Horatio: Ryan! Ryan!
Ryan: *walks over* Yeah H?
Horatio: Um, can you get a pail?
Ryan: Is that a wasp nest?
Horatio: Yes.
Ryan: Why are you holding a wasp nest?
Horatio: Alena found it.
Ryan: Is there anything in there?
Horatio: Do you hear buzzing?
Ryan: I thought that was just my ears.
Horatio: A pail, Mister Wolfe.
Ryan: Not until you call me Ryan.
Horatio: I already did.
Ryan: Oh. Okay. *grabs pail*
Horatio: Alena, get into the house please.
Alena: Wacha gonna do with the nest?
Horatio: I'm going to um....Set them free.
Alena: *smiles* YAY! *claps*
Horatio: But in order for me to do that, you need to be inside...With the shades drawn.
Alena: How come?
Horatio: Because the wasps will see you and they won't want to leave.
Alena: How come?
Horatio: They like their privacy.
Alena: How come?
Horatio: *looks at Ryan*
Ryan: Well, they...They just do.
Alena: How come?
Horatio: Because they get angry when there's too many people around and you don't want to get hurt, right?
Alena: Nope. *rocks back and forth on feet* Will you get hurt uncie H?
Horatio: Um, no. No, see these wasps are nice wasps.
Alena: So then they won't get mad?
Horatio: *closes eyes*
Ryan: Alena, why don't I take you inside for some juice.
Alena: YAY!
Ryan: *grabs Alena's hand*
Ryan and Alena leave
Horatio: *looks around* ...Eric! Eric!...Speed!
Speed: *walks around back* Yeah H...What in the hell is that?
Horatio: Wasp nest. Can you grab the pail over here please?
Speed: *crosses arms*
Horatio: Speed.
Speed: *smirks*
Horatio: Speed, this is not a game.
Speed: You can blow up a semi trailer harboring terrorists but you can't handle a few thousand wasps.
Horatio: Speed, I'm not kidding around.
Speed: How did you get a wasp nest anyway?
Horatio: Alena found it.
Speed: And you took it from her?
Horatio: Okay, Speed, this is a ticking time bomb.
Speed: *scoffs* Hey, you're the bomb expert.
Horatio: *stares at Speed* Please push the pail over here.
Speed: Can't.
Horatio: Why.
Speed: I'm allergic to wasps. *leaves*
Horatio: ERIC! ERIC! ...*sigh* Okay Horatio, think this out. You can handle anything....*kicks at pail*
Pail rolls down small hill
Horatio: ...Bad move, Caine. You are definitely better with your gun than you are with your feet.
Calleigh: *walks over* I heard you calling from the Hummerhome, is everything okay?
Horatio: Wasp nest, wasp nest.
Calleigh: Oh my.
Horatio: Help.
Calleigh: Well the only way to stop them all from flying out is to drown 'em.
Horatio: What?
Calleigh: You have to toss that into the pool.
Horatio: Jess doesn't have a pool.
Calleigh: Neighbors do.
Horatio: I'm not going to throw a wasp nest into someone's pool.
Calleigh: It's either that or be in a lot of pain.
Horatio: *sigh*
Calleigh: Ooh one's flying out.
Horatio: AH! *throws wasp nest, runs into house*
Calleigh: *runs into house*
Inside house
Alena: *drinking juice*
Ryan: *drinking juice*
Horatio: *slams into counter*
Ryan: ...You okay?
Horatio: *holding stomach* Uh...*coughs* Yeah.
Alena: *giggles*
Calleigh: Oh hi Alena!
Alena: *waves* Hiya.
Calleigh: *smiles* You grew up so big.
Alena: Momma says it's 'cause of the veggies.
Horatio: *falls onto floor*
Ryan: *looks down* ...Is he okay?
Calleigh: *looks down*
Horatio: *foot twitches*
Calleigh: Maybe he had a heart attack.
Ryan: *kicks Horatio*
Two minutes later
Calleigh/Ryan: *staring at Horatio*
Alena: Momma! Uncie H died!
Bedroom
Jess: Okay! *sigh* Eric, this has to stop.
Delko: I agree. This guy's been calling you for almost two weeks and you didn't tell the police?
Jess: We both know how things like this turn out if the police get involved.
Delko: Well now they're involved. Do you have
any idea who would want you dead?
Jess: Honestly? Probably a few dozen. I translated in numerous drug running cases from Nicaragua, Colombia, Venezuela, Mexico and even Florida. But...
Delko: But what?
Jess: There was this one case that stuck with me. I assisted an interrogation at the embassy a few months ago. This guy was suspected of murdering a police chief from Venezuela who was in California on business.
Delko: Okay what was this guy's name?
Jess: Julio Verrera. He was here on a work Visa and did some kind of commercial packaging work across the US, mostly out of here and Florida. He wasn't found guilty but his family was slaughtered in Venezuela just after we picked him up. They thought it was the police chief's men.
Delko: *dials phone*
Jess: Who are you calling?
Delko: You don't want local authorities involved so we won't get them involved.
Jess: You are
not calling Miami.
Delko: *lifts phone* Yeah, Paula can you transfer me to homicide? Thanks.
Jess: *rolls eyes* I can't believe this.
Delko: You want my help or not?
Jess: *rubs eyes*
Miami PD
Lori: *picks up phone* Homicide.
California
Delko: Yeah Lori? It's Eric Delko. I need a favor.
Miami PD
Lori: You name it.
California
Delko: Fax me some information on a Julio Verrera, specifically working Visa information, employment records, DMV, things like that.
Miami PD
Lori: You got it.
California
Delko: Thanks. *closes phone*
Jess: We don't even know if it's the guy.
Delko: It's all we have for the moment. Is there anywhere you and Alena can stay?
Jess: Uh no, because we're staying right here.
Delko: Look, the guy has your phone number, it's pretty safe to say he has your address too.
Jess: I'm not going anywhere until we find out who the guy is.
Delko: *looks down at phone*
Jess: What?
Delko: *leaves*
Jess: Ugh.
Hummerhome, second level
Delko: *grabs zip drive*
Ryan: *from downstairs* Hey Eric! I saw you run in here, you got diahrrea or something! *runs upstairs*
Delko: *attaches zip drive to phone*
Ryan: You've sure turned into the 'International Man of Mystery' these days.
Delko: Does this laptop have a reverse directory program on it?
Ryan: No, we only have access to the basics. Horatio didn't want to waste a budjet on a mobile lab we'll never use...Well, at least until right now. If only I knew what you were doing.
Delko: I can't say yet, I haven't confirmed anything.
Ryan: Confirmed what?
Delko: Like I said-
Ryan: Yeah you can't say anything. *scratches forehead* Well if you want to run a reverse directory, you can always use the yellow pages.
Delko: What?
Ryan: Online. It's pretty primitive but the guys in patrol used to use it all the time for quick reference to keep an eye on informants.
Delko: *nods* Good. *starts to type*
Ryan: So does this 'I can't say anything' case have anything to do with Jess? I mean, that's why you're so gun-ho about it, right?
Computer beeps
Delko: Ah. *clicks mouse*
Ryan: *looks at computer*
Delko: A California area code, landline...Outgoing calls only.
Ryan: So what does that mean?
Delko: It means whoever called this cell, used a payphone.
Ryan: I thought you could call payphones.
Delko: Not anymore. It costs the state too much in maintenance each year so they cut back on service.
Ryan: And you know this how...
Delko: I saw it on CNN.
Ryan: You watch CNN?
Delko: *clicks mouse* Looks like the call came from the downtown plaza.
Ryan: That's only a few miles from here, right?
Delko: *looks at Ryan*
Ryan: I watch Cops.
Delko: Come on, let's take a little road trip of our own.
Ryan: You mean with me?
Delko: Yeah or you could blab to Horatio about the whole thing and I beat you up.
Ryan: Count me in. Let's go.
Downtown Plaza, Sacramento
Delko: *walking*
Ryan: You do realize you have zero jurisdiction here, right?
Delko: I know. As far as anyone's concerned, I'm just a civilian carrying a makeup kit.
Ryan: With forensic tools in it.
Delko: No one knows.
Ryan: We'll know.
Delko: Glove up.
Ryan: What? Why?
Delko: We're going to print every payphone in the area.
Ryan: Uh, Eric I'm all for a little detective work where it's not permitted just out of spite and pure fun but...We're in downtown Sacramento. There's got to be thousands of partials on every payphone.
Delko: So we'd better get started.
Ryan: You're insane. I'm calling Horatio.
Delko: *grabs Ryan's phone*
Ryan: Hey! I don't go stealing your phones from you.
Delko: I don't want to get too many people involved.
Ryan: What the hell is so damn important?
Delko: You don't need to know.
Ryan: I'm not about to fingerprint every payphone in the area on the basis of nothing.
Delko: Then leave.
Ryan: I'm not leaving you here.
Delko: I'll take a cab back.
Ryan: This is going to take you hours.
Delko: *hands over keys*
Ryan: You're serious.
Delko: Tell anyone anything and I'll hurt you.
Ryan: *nods* Fine. *grabs keys* See you later. *drives off*
Delko: *looks down block*
Jess' house--few hours later
Horatio: *places ice pack on head*
Jess: What happened to you?
Horatio: I had a run-in with a few wasps.
Jess: Were they armed with bricks?
Calleigh: He fell into the counter.
Jess: *nods*
Alena: *runs over to H* I got you soup! *hands over can of soup*
Horatio: Um, thank you.
Alena: Hee.
Katie: Lora are you still wearing that dress?
Lora: *looks down*
Jess: Where you in my attic?
Lora: ...IT'S HEATHER'S FAULT! *points to Heather*
Heather: You dragged me up there.
Lora: You can't prove that.
Heather: Um, I'm not the one wearing the dress.
Lora: *frowns*
Horatio: You know when Sylvester the cat bonked his head and saw a bunch of tweetie birds flying around his head?
Jess: Yeah.
Horatio: I'm having one of those moments right now.
Jess: Maybe you should lie down.
Horatio: *falls off stool*
Jess: ...Or the floor's okay.
Lora: Maybe we should take him to a hospital.
Delko: *walks in*
Calleigh: Where have you been?
Delko: Jess, can I speak to you?
Jess: Sure. *walks over*
Calleigh: *frowns*
Dining room
Delko: *places paper on table* I just got the faxes back from Miami.
Jess: She dig anything up on him?
Delko: Yeah, actually. His phone records for the past year, fingerprints from DMV because he was on a working Visa but no prior convictions.
Jess: Well the phone records will get us somewhere, right?
Delko: *shakes head* I determined this afternoon that whoever it was used a payphone. So I printed all of the ones downtown.
Jess: ...You printed a hundred payphones.
Delko: 197, actually.
Jess: Have you had a chance to look at them?
Delko: *nods* Yeah. Got a match.
Jess: To Julio?
Delko: Yep. You were right.
Jess: Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better.
Delko: It's time for you and Alena to leave. That was the deal.
Jess: Just hold on. I can't just up and leave. I have a job, Alena has school and it would be a little weird to explain to my 'guests' that we have to leave because there's a strange man calling me all the time.
Windows break, people scream
Jess: *looks up*
Delko: *runs out of room*
Living room
Katie: *dives behind couch* IT'S ARMAGEDDON!
Calleigh: Guys, get down!
Bullets fly through the house
Speed: *grabs Alena*
Alena: *screams*
Delko: *runs over* Move! Move!
Lora: Ack! I'm tripping on the dress! I'm tripping on the dress!
Heather: Take off the damn dress!
Lora: I'm not going to run around in my knickers!
Heather: No one calls them that!
Delko: Jess!
Jess: *runs over*
Pots smash onto floor
Jess: *ducks*
Ryan: *grabs Jess*
Delko: *pulls out gun* Get down!
Katie: But I want to see what's going on.
Calleigh: *pulls out gun, crawls to kitchen center island* Eric, you see where it's coming from?
Delko: *leans past wall*
Bullets fly past
Delko: *leans back* Yeah.
Calleigh: *looks at couch* You guys okay over there?
Lora: Well Horatio's still out cold. But I don't think that has anything to do with the situation at hand.
Colton: Ah road trips, these are the days.
Heather: So when can we be issued guns?
Speed: Eric.
Delko: Yeah?
Speed: Alena might need some help.
Delko: *looks at Alena*
Alena: *crying*
Speed: *stares at Eric*
Delko: *lifts gun, aims it at window*
Bullets fly by
Delko: *pulls trigger*
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
TBC...................
