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Outside Lab--Miami
Delko: *walks over* H.
Horatio: *turns around* Just a second, Eric. *puts phone up to ear* Yes, I understand. No, I can assure you that--...I..excuse me? What-what do you m-
Delko: *grabs phone*
Horatio: *looks at Eric*
Delko: This can't wait.
Horatio: *looks at phone* ...Eric, that was a very important call.
Delko: I don't care. You sent me here on a wild goose chase, you know that.
Horatio: *shakes head* I don't know what you mean.
Delko: *lifts brows* So the whole FBI angle...that was just...nothing? They always take over our cases?
Horatio: You're not supposed to-
Delko: You don't give me a lot of credit. Look, if this case was part of something bigger, you could have told me.
Horatio: Unfortunately it doesn't work that way.
Delko: It had better start.
Horatio: *stares at Eric*
Delko: Now tell me what the hell is going on.
Horatio: In the truck, okay?
Large house, Miami
Tony: *slams lid onto crates*
Lori: *holding head*
Tony: Guys! Get in here!
Guy1: *walks over* Boss, the captain keeps calling me. You haven't checked in yet.
Tony: What did you tell him?
Guy1: I told him you were negotiating.
Tony: *lifts brow* Negotiating what?
Guy1: *shrugs* A new sell date.
Tony: Where's the rest of the team?
Guy1: They're out back.
Tony: I need them in here.
Guy1: What are we supposed to do with
her?
Tony: Does she look like she's about to get up and foil us? I didn't think so. Just leave her there. Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll go into a coma.
Lori: *blinking*
Guy1: She doesn't look very good.
Lori: *vomits*
Guy1: Ew.
Tony: *tilts head* Maybe I gave her a bit too much.
Guy1: Well, in any case, the guys she hired are wrangled upstairs. They shouldn't be a problem.
Tony: Good. You know, all the years I've been doing this... Drunks, drug dealers, pimps, none of those have pissed me off as much as HER. *looks at Lori*
Guy1: *laughs* She give you the shiner there boss?
Tony: Shut up. She should rot in hell like the rest of them as far as I'm concerned. Hurry up and nail these things closed.
Lori: *reaches for coffee table*
Guy1: Where's the nail gun?
Tony: How am I supposed to know? You were the last one to have it.
Guy1: Why the hell would I have a nail gun?
Tony: I thought you were nailing the other crates.
Guy1: I was upstairs kicking ass.
Tony: *rolls eyes*
Lori: *grabs gun*
Guy1: HEY! *runs over to Lori*
Tony: *looks back*
Guy1: *punches Lori in face*
Lori: UGH! *rolls over*
Guy1: The little bitch just tried to shoot us.
Tony: They're like roaches. *walks over* No matter how hard you step on them, they just. don't. die. *kneels, grabs Lori by the hair*
Lori: *squints*
Tony: You're persistant, I'll give you that.
Lori: *kicks Guy1*
Guy1: UGH! *falls backwards*
Lori: *slams fist into Tony's head*
Tony: AH! *holds head*
Lori: *grabs beeper from Tony*
Tony: *rubs head* What the hell..
Guy1: I thought you said you had her!
Tony: Shut up and cuff her!
Guy1: *grabs cuffs from back pocket*
Tony: GIVE ME THAT! *grabs beeper* Trying to call your drug lord friends huh? I doubt they'll come and save you. *looks down at beeper*
Guy1: Who'd she beep?
Tony: ...*lifts brow* 9-1-1. Extension 32.
Guy1: She called the
cops?
Tony: *laughs* That cocaine drive itself a little too far into your brain there? *slaps Lori's face* You're just callin' us sweetheart.
MDPD parkinglot
Horatio: *starts engine*
Speed: *runs over, knocks on window*
Horatio: *rolls down window*
Speed: You heading to Coral Gables?
Horatio: No, we're heading to the air strip.
Speed: No you're not. *lifts pager*
Delko: Hey, that's my pager.
Horatio: *takes pager* ...A 9-1-1 from a cellphone.
Speed: Yeah from another PD number. Narcotics unit.
Delko: How does that translate to Coral Gables?
Horatio: ...Um...Narco has a team in there right now. Lori's house.
Delko: Why would someone on narco be calling me?
Speed: Open up, I'm coming with you.
Horatio: No you're not.
FBI agents start running to their vehicles
Horatio: *looks around*
Delko: Where are
they going?
Agent: *runs over* Lieutenant, meet us in Coral Gables. We've got an issue. *runs off*
Delko: How do you even know what's going on?
Speed: Katie.
Delko: Of course.
Horatio: Alright, get in.
Large house, Miami
Tony: Pack up the stuff, let's head out.
Guy1: *looks out window* Uh...boss?
Tony: What.
Guy1: There's a bunch of cop cars outside.
Tony: Narco task force?
Guy1: *squints* Not unless we have trucks that say 'Crime Scene Investigation' on them.
Tony: Damnit. *looks at Lori* What did you do, you bitch!
Lori: *stares at Tony*
Tony: *smacks Guy1* You were supposed to call the captain back and explain why I didn't check in.
Guy1: I thought I did.
Tony: Piss poor excuse my friend. Now the FBI's all over the place.
Doorbell rings
Guy1: Oh hey maybe that pizza I ordered finally got here. *walks to door*
Tony: NO! N-
Guy1: *opens door*
Clicks are heard
Horatio: *holding gun* Good evening, gentlemen.
Guy1: Uh, Tony, it's for you. *backs up*
Horatio: *walks in*
Delko: *walks in*
Tony: All of this because I forgot to check in with my captain?
Guy1: And I accidentally beeped the wrong thing to the wrong number. *clears throat*
Katie: *walks in, gun lifted*
Speed: *walks in*
Horatio: See
I think that 9-1-1 was from the young lady on the carpet over there.
Katie: *looks at floor, walks ahead*
Speed: *grabs Katie*
Horatio: Care to explain,
officer?
Tony: I stopped her from selling this pure cocaine. She resisted arrest.
Agent: 3 tonnes of cocaine went missing from the Narcotics Division last night. Pure cocaine, I might add.
Horatio: Didn't even try to cover your tracks.
Tony: I'm not a CSI.
Delko: Then I guess it's a good thing
we are. Get on the ground.
Tony: *gets to knees*
Agent: *grabs Tony*
Katie: *runs over to Lori* Lori? Lori, look at me. *kneels*
Lori: *grabs at Katie*
Katie: We're here, we're here. Calm down. *touches Lori's head* She's running a high fever.
Horatio: I'll get rescue in here. *grabs cellphone*
Katie: *lifts head*
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *leaves*
Katie: It's okay, you'll be fine.
Outside
FBI people scrambling inside the house, others on radios
Speed: *walks over to car*
Tony: Hey could you loosen the cuffs? My skin's very fragile.
Cop: Live with it.
Tony: This is harassment you know. You guys know I'm a cop!
Speed: *slams Tony against car*
Tony: HEY! AH!
Delko: *runs over* Forget about him.
Speed: *stares at Tony*
Tony: *stares at Speed*
Delko: I'm sure there's enough people on the inside that had the pleasure of knowing him and probably won't make him forget.
Speed: *lets go*
Delko: Get in the car.
Tony: Get a leash for your pit bull. *gets into car*
Delko: *slams door* Take it easy.
Speed: He's a real piece of work.
Delko: I know. It's unfortunate that some people who get hired onto the force are somewhat unbalanced.
Speed: I get your point.
Delko: Don't give Horatio more reasons to distrust you.
Speed: What difference does it make?
Delko: The difference is the person sitting in that car and the person standing out here.
Speed: ...
Delko: *walks away*
Speed: *looks around*
Inside house
Delko: Everything's secured.
Horatio: Good work.
Delko: Did rescue get Lori to the hospital?
Horatio: Mhm. Tell you what, let's go through the accounts and see where this organization was heading before the FBI get their hands on it.
Delko: Sure. I'll give Calleigh a call.
Horatio: And let the team know I'm sorry for cutting their vacation short.
Delko: We'll get back on the road again soon.
Horatio: *puts on shades* Yup. *walks away*
TBC..................................
