Road Trip! The Final Frontier.

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  1. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    ^ Well, actually, I think Horatio already confronted Stetler about the whole middle name thing. :p But still, it would be nice to get it out in the open for everyone. :D

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    Hospital, two days later

    Lori: *zips up jacket*

    Speed: *standing in doorway*

    Lori: *grabs bag, walks to door*

    Speed: Going somewhere?

    Lori: *lifts head* ...Tim.

    Speed: I wasn't aware we were on a first name basis.

    Lori: You're standing in my exit.

    Speed: *crosses arms* Your mother is very upset.

    Lori: Why, she get her ass stuck between a parked car and a wall?

    Speed: *frowns*

    Lori: I am leaving and I'm not getting a lecture.

    Katie: *walks in* We need to have a chat about your case.

    Lori: Isn't this a conflict of interest?

    Katie: This is important. You could be looking at serious jail time.

    Lori: For selling fake drugs.

    Katie: Selling fake drugs is just about the same as selling real drugs.

    Lori: Yeah okay, I sold a bunch of flour and oregeno to South America, arrest me for seasoning.

    Katie: Did you know the crates that were to be sold were real cocaine?

    Lori: Shouldn't I be talking to a lawyer or something?

    Katie: You seem to think you're so smart, you probably don't need one.

    Lori: *lifts arm, steps forward*

    Speed: *grabs Lori's arm*

    Lori: *looks at Speed* You do realize I could drop you in two seconds flat.

    Speed: I can and I will drop you into next week unless you behave yourself. Understand?

    Lori: *yanks arm away*

    Speed: Now, you have the opportunity to make a deal with the DA.

    Lori: What kind of deal?

    Katie: You give up all of your information on every drug lord you've dealt with, the locations for the drop-offs and you walk.

    Lori: Done. Is there some kind of catch?

    Katie: Treatment.

    Lori: *lifts brow* Treatment? Like rehab? I'm not on drugs.

    Katie: 90 days psychiatric treatment.

    Lori: You're kidding, right?

    Katie: You need help.

    Lori: Why can't you people just leave me alone?

    Katie: Why did you call the cops instead of your crime buddies?

    Lori: ...

    Katie: You think just because there isn't a poisonous substance in your body, that it means you're completely healthy? What you didn't recieve was a way to deal with the aftermath. You've been through a lot of crap and the substances stunted your ability to emotionally and mentally handle things. And now that you don't have a way to hide from it all, you've spun violently out of control. We heard what you did to Josh...and the doctor told us what you do to yourself.

    Lori: *sits on bed*

    Katie: Well?

    Lori: Could you uh...leave the room for a minute? Please.

    Katie: Sure, we can.

    Lori: No. No, just you.

    Katie: Whatever it is, you can tell me.

    Lori: Please.

    Katie: *sigh* Fine. *leaves, closes door*

    Lori: *wipes eyes*

    Speed: *sits on bed*

    Lori: *shrugs* I didn't want her to see me cry.

    Speed: Obviously she struck a chord then.

    Lori: I don't hate her, you know. I've just never been able to...*scratches head* I don't know. I'm sorry.

    Speed: *nods*

    Lori: Y'know, I act tough but...I'm not. I'm...tired of this. Trying to act like I'm okay. I'm not okay. *starts to cry* I'm not okay.

    Speed: *lifts brow*

    Lori: *crying*

    Speed: *wraps arm around Lori*

    Lori: *hugs Speed* Help me!

    Speed: *mumbles* Thank God.

    TBC......................................
     
  2. Anni Grey

    Anni Grey Coroner

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    Finally! She cries out for help! It's a good thing too, because she was on a slow ride to hell. I'm glad she finally found the strength to ask for help and I'm more impressed that Katie kinda forced Lori's hand. Very impressed!


    Very excellent update, Geni!
     
  3. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Thanks for the review! :D

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    Outside Lab

    Jenna: HOLY COW! Look at the size of that lab! It's gotta be 20 storeys tall!

    Heather: Actually...*grabs Jenna's face* You want to look to your left.

    Jenna: ...

    Heather: That's the lab.

    Jenna: Well that's not nearly as impressive as the skyscraper.

    Colton: Wait until you see the inside. They've matched everything to Horatio's hair.

    Jenna: Oh cool so it'll look just like McDonalds inside! *runs*

    Heather: I really hope she doesn't touch anything.

    Cop: *drags Jenna over*

    Colton: You spoke too soon.

    Jenna: OKAY OKAY! Geez.

    Cop: *walks away*

    Heather: What did you do?

    Jenna: I stepped in the roses.

    Colton: You...you stepped in the roses? OH MY GOD!

    Jenna: *wide-eyed* WHAT! WHAT!

    Colton: *rolls eyes* Get a grip.

    Jenna: *frowns* You're mean.

    Anni: *runs over* Okay don't freak out or anything but...I kind of just did something bad.

    Jenna: Oh man, you didn't step in the roses did you?

    Anni: *lifts brow* What roses? Anyway, no. I kind of sort of volunteered to back the Hummerhome into the garage and I sort of...suck at it.

    Heather: I didn't hear any explosions.

    Colton: *sniffs* I don't smell gas.

    Anni: Just get over here and look.

    CSI Garage

    Heather: ...

    Colton: *staring*

    Jenna: HAHA OH MAN! Who cares about the flowers now, you totally busted the side of the Hummerhome! It looks like someone took a can opener to it.

    Anni: I'm sure Horatio has some kind of super sonic hearing so quiet down.

    Colton: And...what inspired you to...volunteer?

    Anni: It was either me or Lora.

    Heather: Where's Lora?

    Anni: She was actually flagging me in when I...ran her over.

    Jenna: WHAT!

    Lora: *pushes head out from under Hummerhome* Yeah she broke my friggin' foot!

    Jenna: Oh I thought you killed her.

    Lora: She damn near did! Anni you suck!

    Anni: Sorry! I guess when they say 'Objects in mirror are closer than they appear'...they mean it.

    Lora: When Horatio finds out you almost killed his girlfriend, he's going to hang you.

    Colton: I wouldn't really call the Hummerhome his girlfriend.

    Lora: ...I'M TALKING ABOUT ME!

    Treatment Facility

    Old Frumpy Woman: Come here now! Come here! *sits Lori down* Well aren't you just a beautiful little thing you! Oooh we're going to have SO much fun! *claps*

    Lori: *lifts brow*

    Old Frumpy Woman: *pinches Lori's cheeks* We're going to make you nice and sane! Aren't we? *pats Lori's head* I need to get you some cocoa! *waddles off*

    Lori: *covers eyes*

    Guy: *leans over* Too much sugar, not enough spice for my liking.

    Lori: *lifts head* What?

    Guy: *extends hand* Scott.

    Lori: *crosses arms*

    Scott: What are you in for?

    Lori: My phobia of strange men who like to talk.

    Scott: *laughs*

    Lori: *frowns*

    Scott: I see you were dropped off in a police car. It happens I suppose.

    Lori: What 'happens'?

    Scott: Well the only reason people get dropped off here in cop cars is if they did something wrong and need to be evaluated before court.

    Lori: Are you Lobby Man or something? You just sit here and make small talk with all the admissions?

    Scott: No.

    Lori: *shakes head*

    Scott: ...You're not going to ask why I'm here?

    Lori: It's none of my business.

    Scott: No, I suppose it isn't. Still, you're bound to find out. There's probably going to be some kind of group meeting or coombaya or something.

    Lori: Great.

    Scott: Have you seen any of the other admissions? I spoke to this nice lady a few minutes ago, I think it's going to be a fun group of people. Most of the staff seem nice t-

    Lori: Are you always this irritating? I mean, did your friends and family have enough of you and decide to drop you off here so you could torment complete strangers?

    Scott: *lifts brows* No. My family doesn't actually live in Miami. I just moved here. I am liking it here though, there's a lot of-

    Lori: Nice people, right?

    Scott: Most of the time. You don't seem happy to be here.

    Lori: Are you happy to be here?

    Scott: It seems comfortable. It's not such a big place.

    Lori: As opposed to the other psychiatric facilities you've been to?

    Scott: *laughs* This is my first one, actually.

    Lori: Yeah, well, probably not your last. *filling out paperwork*

    Scott: *looks over* Speedle. Huh, that's not what it said on your intake card.

    Lori: You read my intake card?

    Scott: The lady who brought you here had it in her hand and I noticed. It said Henderson.

    Lori: Yeah well I'm trying to keep a low profile.

    Scott: *gasp* OH I heard about you. You were on the news, you're that drug lord. I have to say, you don't seem nearly as intimidating up close.

    Lori: I'm not involved with that anymore.

    Scott: I see. I bet you've seen some exciting things.

    Lori: That's relative. I'm sure you've seen some exciting things...in....whatever you do for a living.

    Scott: I used to work with stocks, then data analysis but I'm looking to get into something more worthwhile.

    Lori: Wow. Stocks and data analysis. Sounds...breathtakingly exciting.

    Scott: You'd be surprised.

    Lori: Let me guess, you're suicidal?

    Scott: What gives you that idea?

    Lori: You work with stocks.

    Scott: I said I used to. Besides, the last time I checked, the stock market hasn't crashed big time since the 20s.

    Lori: Well then, maybe you aren't one to jump out of windows. Must be some other reason you're here.

    Scott: *frowns*

    Lori: ...What.

    Scott: *looks down at floor, covers eyes*

    Lori: Are you okay? What, was it something I said?

    Scott: It's okay.

    Lori: Obviously not. If I offended you, th-

    Scott: You didn't offend me. But thank you for asking. A lot of people wouldn't have enough decency.

    Lori: Uh, well, no problem. So...you're here for random freak-outs?

    Scott: You first.

    Lori: There's something wrong with me and I don't know what it is. But I've hurt a lot of people. And I'm tired of hurting people.

    Scott: That's unfortunate.

    Lori: And what about you?

    Scott: PTSD or so I'm told.

    Lori: What, did the stocks traumatize you?

    Scott: Let's just say I picked a bad year to start work on the 80th floor of the World Trade Centre.

    Lori: ...

    Scott: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: Wow. Your issue totally trumps mine. I am so sorry.

    Scott: Please don't apologize. I'm tired of hearing apologies.

    Lori: *nods*

    Scott: *smiles* It's been a pleasure meeting you, Lori. *stands walks away*

    Lori: You too.

    CSI Garage

    Anni: Okay Lora, I'll pull and Colton, you push.

    Colton: I'm not touching her butt.

    Lora: Can someone else push me?

    Anni: Heather, get in there.

    Heather: What did she do, lay down before she got run over?

    Lora: I was expecting it.

    Heather: And you couldn't think enough to move out of the way?

    Lora: ...

    Anni: PUSH! *pulls*

    Lora: Ow ow OW! ow ow.

    Colton: It's no use. We'll have to just leave her.

    Lora: Bull shit.

    Heather: Maybe we should call an ambulance.

    Anni: Um no. I've caused enough trouble, we don't need half the lab watching.

    Lora: My foot is broken and you don't want to cause attention? What do you think will happen when Horatio finds out about my broken foot?

    Anni: Try not to hobble.

    Lora: Screw you. You killed my foot with your bigass bus.

    Colton: Why don't we just back up the Hummerhome some more?

    Lora: You want to perpetuate the breaking?

    Colton: At least you'll be free.

    Anni: I'll do it!

    Everyone: NO!

    Anni: ...

    Heather: I'll do it. *grabs keys, runs*

    Anni: Okay Lora try not to move.

    Lora: You're not helping.

    Heather: Okay everyone! Stand away!

    Engine roars

    Heather: *slams on gas*

    Lora: *screaming*

    Colton: STOP! STOP THE HUMMERHOME!

    Heather: *turns off Hummerhome* What did I do?

    Lora: YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BACK UP NOT GO FORWARD! Oh my GOD! MY LEG!

    Colton: It's probably best not to look.

    Lora: *looks at leg* OH MY GOD!

    Colton: I said don't look.

    Heather: *runs over* Who was the idiot that put it in drive?

    Anni: You.

    Heather: No way, I didn't touch it.

    Anni: Exactly. Your fault.

    Colton: Looks like they'll have to amputate.

    Lora: *screaming*

    Heather: *slaps Colton* Stop scaring her.

    Katie: *walks in* What's with all the screaming?

    Lora: THEY BROKE MY LEG!

    Katie: Oh, well that tends to happen when one lies down under the Hummerhome.

    Lora: *screaming*

    Psych Facility

    Lori: *walks over to table*

    Scott: *pulls out chair*

    Lori: *looks at Scott* What the hell are you doing?

    Scott: You have a tray in your hands.

    Lori: Are you going to chew my food for me too?

    Scott: *smiles*

    Lori: *sits*

    Scott: *sits*

    Lori: Y'know, I heard the PTSDers sit with their own and the murderers sit over here.

    Scott: I don't know anyone else.

    Lori: You've been here 5 hours and you don't know anyone but me.

    Scott: Add Social Phobia to the list.

    Lori: I see. *looks at plate* What in the hell is that?

    Scott: Pasta, two oranges and a V8.

    Lori: *looks down at cookies*

    Scott: You really need to eat healthier. Sugar's good and all but you need some protein and iron.

    Lori: I'll look after my own diet, thanks.

    Scott: Suit yourself.

    Lori: *drinks soda*

    Scott: *sigh*

    Lori: What.

    Scott: Water might be better.

    Lori: *looks down at can*

    Scott: Let me guess, you have a history of drug use so you're used to sugars.

    Lori: I can eat...fancy things too you know.

    Scott: *pushes over tray*

    Lori: ...

    Scott: Eat.

    Lori: No.

    Scott: I'm not going to let you eat a cookie and soda for dinner.

    Lori: *frowns*

    Scott: It's good for you.

    Lori: What about you?

    Scott: I might be a little insane, but I eat properly.

    Lori: Yeah well it's not your fault. I'm here because I did this to myself.

    Scott: Really. How's that?

    Lori: I chose to be an arrogant ass.

    Scott: You don't think very highly of yourself, do you.

    Lori: I don't get to think anything of myself after what I did.

    Scott: Well, you can't appreciate others until you learn to appreciate yourself.

    Lori: Gee, I didn't realize data analyst meant therapist in your weird mind.

    Scott: I've spoken to a lot of therapists.

    Lori: Doesn't make you one.

    Scott: *smiles* No, it doesn't.

    Lori: So I guess next you'll tell me that there really is a God and we all have a purpose.

    Scott: Is that what you think?

    Lori: You've got to have some faith.

    Scott: What makes you say that.

    Lori: I don't know. You just seem the type.

    Scott: The type.

    Lori: Yeah. You know...

    Scott: No, I don't know.

    Lori: Whatever, anyway, just drink your V8.

    Scott: *stares at Lori*

    Lori: What.

    Scott: You don't trust very many people, do you.

    Lori: *tosses fork onto tray* Do you ever stop?

    Scott: *shrugs*

    Lori: This is going to be a long 90 days.

    TBC..................................
     
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  4. Anni Grey

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    This is my second chance at posting, so I hope I get it right. Scott's a trip to me, I mean, yeah, he's in the loony bin and everything, but yet he manages to try and make it somewhat pleasant for Lori- even though we all know what pleasant does for Lori. But hey, if she needs to be snarky to get better, than snark it up!

    Okay...so we're all clear on something- Anni doesn't need ANY responsibility for the duration of the trip. Despite the fact that Horatio's going to have a conniption about his Hummerhome, she's pretty much branded as 'damaged goods' by everyone on the trip. I'd like to call it just plain ol lunacy though :guffaw:

    Excellent work, Geni!
     
  5. racefh853629

    racefh853629 Pathologist

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    Okay, now that I'm all caught up...

    Wow... That's all I can say lol.

    I'm glad Lori's getting help... and that she helped out Speed. Great job! :)
     
  6. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    LOL poor RT Anni. And she's insane in a good way. :D

    Yay! racefh caught up! I hope you're not totally bummed up to this point about how things are turning out. :eek:

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    Hospital--Miami

    Horatio: *places hands on hips*

    Anni: *looks down at floor*

    Horatio: *frowns*

    Anni: I did a bad thing.

    Horatio: You did an irresponsible thing.

    Anni: Well in my defense, Lora should have stayed out of the way. I don't know how to drive a Hummerhome.

    Horatio: Which is why you should have called me.

    Anni: Yeah I know.

    Horatio: How do you expect her to pay for the medical bills?

    Anni: Send her back to her homeland of Canuckia. Problem solved.

    Horatio: She's not going to Canada.

    Anni: It's not that far.

    Horatio: Anni.

    Anni: *sigh* I'll pay for it. *reaches into wallet, pulls out wads of cash*

    Horatio: *lifts brows*

    Anni: Here's 5 grand, that ought to cover the first half.

    Horatio: ...Where did you get that kind of money?

    Anni: *stares at Horatio* Uh...we're big savers.

    Horatio: *narrows eyes*

    Anni: I swear. I've been pulling a Katie and doing some side jobs downtown. You'd be surprised how many men would pay to see me shake my thang. *winks*

    Horatio: *crosses arms*

    Anni: Really.

    Horatio: Why is it every time I ask about money, the answer is prostitution?

    Anni: Dancing is not prostitution.

    Horatio: That's not the point.

    cellphone rings

    Horatio: *opens phone* Yeah.

    Anni: *creeps away*

    Horatio: *grabs Anni*

    Anni: Ah man.

    Horatio: ...Thank you Eric. *closes phone*

    Anni: Wha'd he want?

    Horatio: Where's Speed.

    Anni: Hell if I know. It's not like I keep a collar around his neck with GPS tracking. Man if I invented that for husbands, I'd be a billionaire.

    Horatio: I'm going to keep this cash, okay? *walks away*

    Anni: Don't spend it all in one place!

    Miami Lab

    Horatio: *steps off elevator*

    Delko: See you later man.

    Speed: *nods*

    Horatio: Tim.

    Speed: *looks at Horatio*

    Horatio: Let's step outside.

    Speed: Why?

    Horatio: Because there are too many witnesses in here.

    Speed: *lifts brow*

    Outside

    Horatio: *holds out money*

    Speed: *rubs chin* It's not my birthday...

    Horatio: I got this from Anni.

    Speed: What was she doing with that much cash?

    Horatio: I could ask you the same question. Except I already know.

    Speed: Do you.

    Horatio: We've been tracking Lori's accounts ever since the operation got blown to smitherines and guess what, 2.5 million dollars went missing. I had Eric do some digging and the electronic trail leads to your account.

    Speed: And you're going to trust Eric's computer skills? He has trouble finding Google.

    Horatio: Why'd she give it to you?

    Speed: It's not like I said "give me 2 and a half million".

    Horatio: Answer the question.

    Speed: Anni has some outstanding medical bills and I'm not exactly employed.

    Horatio: That money is dirty.

    Speed: Yeah.

    Horatio: This isn't a good way to get on my good side, you know.

    Speed: Because that is what I live for.

    Horatio: How about this--I take the money, you give me something to get Lori with so she stops perpetuating her situation and I offer you a job.

    Speed: And you're assuming she told me a bunch of incriminating secrets.

    Horatio: I am.

    Speed: *nods*

    Horatio: I can also put you on the stand at her hearing.

    Speed: Did Stetler crawl up your ass or something?

    Horatio: Tell me what she's done.

    Speed: *stares at Horatio*

    Horatio: If you tell me, not only will you have a job, but Anni's expenses will be taken care of.

    Speed: *looks around*

    Horatio: I know you love Lori but we all know psychiatry won't help her. She's a danger to herself and others. In prison, she'll have food, shelter and rehabilitation in a controlled and monitored environment for an extended period.

    Speed: *rubs eyes*

    Horatio: And Anni can spend her last days comfortably with you at her side.

    Speed: I can't do that. I was desperate and it was wrong to ask her for help and it would be wrong for me to do your job for you. And when the hell did it start being okay for you to blackmail your friends? It's pretty pathetic.

    Horatio: *shrugs* Beating your ex-wife was pathetic.

    Speed: Yes, it was. *leans over* At least my mistakes are out in the open...right?

    Horatio: *smirks*

    Speed: *walks away*

    Horatio: *nods*

    TBC...........................
     
  7. racefh853629

    racefh853629 Pathologist

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    *dances at being caught up* lol

    No, I'm not at all bummed by the way things have turned out... I like it. :)

    And Horatio needs to pull Stetler out of his ass... haha. Great job! :)
     
  8. Jenna_Caine

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    *cracks up* God, I LOVE Jenna's reaction to the lab... :lol: :guffaw:
     
  9. Anni Grey

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    Awesome! Anni gets chastized by Horatio...how classic is that? I loved how she tried to slink away and he caught her, even while on the phone. I may be insane, but I LOVED that:guffaw:

    And the plot thickens...

    Horatio is hounding Speed to rat out Lori. One has to think if Speed is really thinking a bout that twice. I don't neccesarily think that Lori's beyond help..>Even though this is what, her fourth trip to the psych ward? I still hold out hope for Lori.


    Excellent work and hilarious as ever!
     
  10. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Hehe. First trip, I think, second time with a psychiatrist. Lord knows she has needed way more than that. :lol:

    Speed was definitely thinking about turning her in. :eek:

    Thanks for the reviews!

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    Psych Facility

    Lori: *leaning over toilet*

    Scott: *looks in, walks inside room* Lori?

    Lori: Uh, what.

    Scott: *walks over* I haven't seen you for a few days.

    Lori: *wipes forehead* I...I haven't really felt very good.

    Scott: The flu?

    Lori: Dear God I hope so. *covers eyes*

    Scott: *sits on tub*

    Lori: Ugh. *pukes*

    Scott: *grabs Lori's hair*

    Lori: *coughing*

    Scott: Maybe you should see the nurse.

    Lori: Maybe you should mind your own business.

    Scott: Then next time leave the door locked.

    Lori: *rolls eyes*

    Scott: *grabs cloth from counter*

    Lori: What in the hell are you doing?

    Scott: *hands over cloth*

    Lori: *snatches cloth* You can leave now.

    Scott: ...I guess you're used to riding the porcelain bus.

    Lori: *lifts head* Why.

    Scott: Well the way your arm looks, I'd say you have some experience with not feeling so hot.

    Lori: *leans back against wall, scoffs* Yeah.

    Scott: You still using?

    Lori: No. Haven't been for a while. I don't even smoke, can you believe that?

    Scott: *smiles*

    Lori: I don't know, I guess I wanted to prove to myself that underneath everything the drugs had done to me, there was still a decent human being there. *throws cloth* Turns out I was wrong.

    Scott: You got here, that says something.

    Lori: No, I'm just lying to myself again. Not to mention my family. I'll just go back to what I was doing before.

    Scott: And what were you doing before?

    Lori: None of your damn business.

    Scott: *smirks*

    Lori: *narrows eyes* Is this some kind of sick therapy for you? Find people more messed up so you don't seem so bad?

    Scott: *tilts head* No. Do you always think the worst in people?

    Lori: Yeah, that way I'm never disappointed. And look, you irritate me and moreso now that I feel like a garbage receptical. No offense.

    Scott: Why would I take offense to that?

    Lori: I don't know. Am I allowed to be rude to an American hero?

    Scott: *laughs*

    Lori: *lifts brow*

    Scott: That's a good one. *laughing*

    Lori: What the hell is so funny?

    Scott: Who do I look like, Steve McQueen?

    Lori: Depends. I have no idea who that is.

    Scott: Nevermind.

    Lori: *grabs box from counter*

    Scott: *lifts brow* Is that a pregnancy test?

    Lori: No, I'm checking my oil.

    Scott: *frowns*

    Lori: Don't worry, I already peed on it so you don't have to shield your eyes.

    Scott: Wow. You sure have an eventful life then.

    Lori: What's that supposed to mean?

    Scott: You're not married and you haven't mentioned a boyfriend.

    Lori: I was married.

    Scott: Was?

    Lori: Yeah. He blew his head off in front of me. Now I'm not married.

    Scott: I see.

    Lori: *looks down at stick*

    Scott: So, what's the verdict?

    Lori: Not guilty.

    Scott: I assume that's good news?

    Lori: *feels forehead* Flu explanation it is.

    Scott: Maybe you shouldn't be so promiscuous.

    Lori: *glares* What, you haven't had a one night stand here and there?

    Scott: No. I respect myself and women so I don't have time for garbage like that.

    Lori: *stares at Scott*

    Scott: What?

    Lori: Are you gay?

    Scott: ...No.

    Lori: Ever done drugs?

    Scott: No.

    Lori: Ever hit a girl?

    Scott: No, what's with the interrogation?

    Lori: Great, I'm stuck in a psych ward with...with...Juicy Fruit.

    TBC......................
     
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  11. racefh853629

    racefh853629 Pathologist

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    Haha, Lori's priceless.

    I'm glad someone like Scott's there for her... even if she doesn't want him there. :lol:

    Great update!
     
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    I agree, Scott's good for Lori, if nothing than to keep her on her toes:D . I hope that Lori can come around a bit and start to function like a normal person again. She was cool at one point. It would be awesome if she could go back to that!

    Awesome work!
     
  13. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    Aw, yeah she was cool at one point. :D That is, when she wasn't going insane and trying to kill everyone because of her own deep-seeded problems. :lol:

    Thanks for the reviews!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Miami--Lab

    Delko: *runs over* You called? What's wrong?

    Calleigh: *closes phone*

    Delko: You said Horatio was hurt, what's going on?

    Calleigh: *lifts head* Horatio was...stumbling around the lab with a serious head wound.

    Delko: Is he okay?

    Calleigh: He's in the hospital. Ryan's there right now.

    Delko: Did anybody see anything?

    Calleigh: *shakes head* It must have happened somewhere else.

    Delko: So we have a crime scene to find.

    Calleigh: *smirks* Mhm. We're in luck though, we follow the blood trail-

    Delko: We find out where it all started.

    Calleigh: Exactly. That is if he started bleeding pretty soon after which would mean he would have had to've been hit more than once.

    Delko: So it definitely wasn't an accident.

    Calleigh: We won't know unless we follow the evidence.

    Delko: IAB will be here soon with their own investigators.

    Calleigh: So we just have to find out what happened before they get here.

    Delko: ... We're tainting the case just by standing here, Cal. *laughs* How do you expect us to solve a case when we're on the team?

    Calleigh: *smiles* Find someone who isn't 'on' the team.

    Delko: *crosses arms* Night shift?

    Calleigh: It's been done before.

    Delko: No. No, those guys are a bunch of basement nerds.

    Calleigh: Okay then, who did you have in mind?

    Delko: Katie and Colton are still CSIs, right?

    Calleigh: *stares at Eric*

    Delko: They're not really officially on day shift.

    Calleigh: They're not officially CSIs either. I mean, they haven't worked a case in years.

    Delko: Okay so we get someone who knows the ropes to help them out. Someone not on day shift.

    Calleigh: ...

    Delko: *looks around*

    Calleigh: We could.

    Delko: I think we should stay hands-off.

    Calleigh: *smiles* I appreciate that you want to stay clean in all of this and follow protocol but it really wouldn't hurt to observe.

    Delko: It would if we were to influence the case.

    Calleigh: So we won't influence it.

    Delko: *shakes head* What about Josh?

    Calleigh: Josh's in Orlando on a seminar.

    Delko: Boa Vista?

    Calleigh: She's back-logged three weeks in DNA. I doubt she'll have a minute let alone hours for case supervision. *sigh* Look, we both know who the obvious choice is for this. Tim's not doing anything.

    Delko: He was also fired, that gives him a pretty good reason not to be here and frankly it makes him a suspect.

    Calleigh: Suspect?

    Delko: Horatio's the one who fired him. Anni's medical bills are piling up, his daughter was sent to a psychiatric hospital on his dime and life wouldn't suck so hard if he still had a job.

    Calleigh: *hands over folder*

    Delko: What's this? *opens folder*

    Calleigh: Horatio didn't sign the dotted line. He hasn't officially been fired.

    Delko: What?

    Calleigh: I guess he was waiting for him to... make up for his mistakes. This looks like a suspension without pay and a possible return to night shift. You know Horatio. I'd say this is a pretty good way.

    Delko: Calleigh, we have a better chance with IAB if we do this as opposed to him. Not to mention how pissed Horatio'll be when he finds out.

    Calleigh: Katie and Colton will be the main eyes on the case. He'll just be there to referee if need be.

    Delko: *shakes head*

    Calleigh: Someone has to make the call in Horatio's absence and I'm the one that responsibility falls to. I might not be able to touch the case but I can lift suspensions.

    Delko: Fine. Call him up. *walks away*

    Calleigh: *sigh*

    Lab, two hours later

    Katie: *places down kit* You cordon off the area?

    Colton: *drops crime scene tape* Whoops. Yeah, I got it.

    Katie: *clicks on flashlight*

    Colton: Stop, that's embarassing.

    Katie: What?

    Colton: It looks like the surface of the sun in here and you're using a flashlight?

    Katie: Shut up. *stands, points flashlight down* You talk to Ryan?

    Colton: No, he's not supposed to be in on the case.

    Katie: He was there for Horatio as a friend.

    Colton: That's cheating.

    Katie: Y'know it's interesting how we're more concerned about protocol than finding out who almost took away someone's life.

    Colton: Protocol makes the world go 'round.

    Katie: *walking* You snapping photos?

    Colton: Uh...why?

    Katie: Because those blood drops are evidence. You forget how to do this?

    Colton: I don't have to photograph every blood drop.

    Katie: Yes you do... I think.

    Colton: This is so tedious.

    Katie: Then why did you agree to work the case?

    Colton: Horatio Caine almost got murdered in the crime lab. It's the case of the century.

    Katie: We don't know if he was attacked in the lab. *walks away*

    Colton: *rolls eyes*

    Elevator

    Katie: *kneels* Blood drops in here too. So he entered through the elevator.

    Colton: It's not like he flew in through the windows.

    Katie: *snaps picture*

    Colton: *looks at buttons* Hey. Blood on the number pad here.

    Katie: That just proves Horatio pressed a button.

    Colton: Not necessarily. *snaps photo*

    Katie: Why?

    Colton: Well look at the pattern on the number pad. It's huge. Horatio has small girlish fingers.

    Katie: Actually that looks like a foot print.

    Colton: *tilts head* Baby foot print.

    Katie: *tilts head*

    Colton: God we suck at this.

    Katie: Babies aren't this tall and can't walk on walls so what's another possibility?

    Colton: *shrugs* I guess case closed. It's a mystery. OH let's call Shaggy and the gang!

    Katie: *grabs Colton's hand, slams it against number pad*

    Colton: OW!

    Katie: *lifts hand away*

    Colton: What was that for?

    Katie: Look.

    Colton: *looks at number pad*

    Katie: The side of your hand made a similar impression to the one on the wall.

    Colton: So?

    Katie: So that means someone slammed the button from outside the elevator. The angle confirms that.

    Colton: So the attacker pressed the button and sent Horatio up here. Why?

    Katie: My guess? To be found dead inside the elevator for everyone to see.

    Colton: But he didn't die. He's like a holy cockroach.

    Katie: *rubs chin* So what now...

    Colton: Case closed.

    Katie: What? Why?

    Colton: Because I got nothing. I mean, what does Calleigh expect? We're not miracle workers. We can't solve a case in an hour.

    Katie: This is supposed to take more than an hour.

    Colton: It is? That's not what the brochure said.

    Speed: *leans on door frame* You need to check every floor.

    Katie: *looks over* Excuse me?

    Speed: You need to go through every floor and look for signs of a struggle and a murder weapon. Question the employees, get the security camera footage and question your survivor.

    Katie: He's awake?

    Speed: Wolfe just called me. Yeah.

    Colton: So...why are you telling us what to do? You're supposed to be fired.

    Speed: *looks down*

    Colton: *lifts brow, looks down*

    Speed: Oh gee. Wow you're right. Fired people don't wear guns and badges. *lifts head* I guess I'll go crawl back into the slum from which I came.

    Colton: Great. See ya.

    Speed: Report to me, or go back home and sit in your underwear eating Cheerios.

    Colton: I don't wear underwear when I eat Cheerios.

    Katie: *covers eyes*

    Speed: *stares at Colton*

    Colton: Alright, too much information. I'm not taking orders from you.

    Speed: Fine. Get out.

    Colton: *scrunches face* No.

    Speed: *pulls out cellphone*

    Colton: What are you doing?

    Speed: Calling security. I don't have all day to play these petty games with you.

    Colton: FINE! Fine. But don't think I'm going to call you 'sir' or anything because that would imply I have an ounce of respect for you.

    Speed: Subtle.

    Colton: Truthful.

    Speed: *fiddling with phone*

    Colton: Does it piss you off?

    Speed: *looking down at phone* What.

    Colton: The fact that I'm bangin' your ex-wife.

    Speed: *lifts eyes*

    Katie: *looks at Colton*

    Speed: *staring at Colton* Check each floor for everything I mentioned and Katie, go down to the hospital and get Horatio's statement please.

    Colton: *rolls eyes*

    Katie: *nods*

    Speed: *leaves*

    Katie: *slaps Colton*

    Colton: OW.

    Katie: Stop being an ass. That was totally uncalled for.

    Colton: Why? It's true.

    Katie: You're at work, try to be a little professional and stop broadcasting our relationship or we'll be out of a job.

    Colton: Yeah well he shouldn't be here at all.

    Katie: *shrugs* He needs the money.

    Colton: *snaps photos* I can't believe you married that guy.

    Katie: Jealous?

    Colton: *looks at Katie* HA. HA. I'm ten times the man he is. At least I treat you with respect.

    Katie: Yes, saying you were 'banging' me was very respectful, thank you.

    Colton: Oh come on, his face was priceless.

    Katie: Just get to work. *walks away*

    Colton: Lighten up! Ah come on!

    Halls

    Katie: *runs over* Hey!

    Speed: *reading folder*

    Katie: Hey, do you have the hospial's number? I wanted to check with them about his personal effects before I get there. We might get some evidence off of them.

    Speed: Yeah sure. *hands over phone* It's under recieved calls.

    Katie: Thanks. *pressing buttons*

    Speed: *flips through folder*

    Katie: Um, I'm sorry about before, with Colton. He was totally out of line.

    Speed: *lifts page, reading* Mhm.

    Katie: You're not angry?

    Speed: No.

    Katie: Well good. Because he really is a nice guy. Very respectful. He treats me very well.

    Speed: That's good.

    Katie: I'm happy being with him. I mean, you know that feeling when you wake up next to someone for the first time and you just can't take your eyes off of them and you just want to lay there forever? I feel like that all the time with him.

    Speed: Great. I'm happy for you.

    Katie: *smiles* I kind of feel like wearing my sexy things again. It's cool, I don't even wear my sweatpants anymore. *looks down* This is the first time I've worn something with cleavage in a long time. I actually thought it was a little too slutty for work but-

    Speed: Each second you waste is another second Horatio has of losing the recollection of what happened.

    Katie: Oh. Right. Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes.

    Speed: Uh huh.

    Katie: It's just...nice to turn heads every now and then. *smiling, flips hair*

    Speed: *closes folder* Congratulations. Please work the case.

    Katie: Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?

    Speed: No, you're making yourself tardy.

    Katie: *lifts brow* You're not in the least bit uncomfortable? My skirt even has a slit up the side and I'm not wearing any underwear.

    Speed: Something tells me that if Eric or Calleigh were standing here, you wouldn't be this unprofessional.

    Katie: Well, maybe if Eric were here...

    Speed: I understand if you want to be more...free and comfortable with your sexuality - which is fine - but have a little respect for yourself.

    Katie: What are you talking about?

    Speed: Tomorrow, I don't want to see another low-cut top or short skirt. You're not here to dance and pick up dates, you're here to work an attempted murder investigation. Understand?

    Katie: My skirt isn't that short.

    Speed: Guess what, this isn't semantics. You'll wear appropriate attire tomorrow because this isn't a vacation or a strip club.

    Katie: ...Right. I guess I'm a little used to...looser wear. Sorry.

    Speed: Horatio's visiting hours are up in an hour so you'd better get down there.

    Katie: *nods* I'll call if I get anything probative. *leaves*

    TBC..............................
     
  14. racefh853629

    racefh853629 Pathologist

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    Colton's priceless... :lol: Horatio almost getting murdered really is the case of the century... haha.

    Good for Katie finding someone... even if he's incredibly blunt about it... hehe.

    Great update!
     
  15. Finch

    Finch Funnier in Enochian Super Moderator

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    :lol: Thanks!

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    Hospital

    Katie: *sits, fidgets with skirt*

    Horatio: *looks over* Where's the team?

    Katie: I am the team.

    Horatio: I understand.

    Katie: *searches purse for pen*

    Horatio: You have some questions?

    Katie: Yup, that's right. Gonna find out who bonked your noggan. Hmm, where did I put that thing.

    Horatio: There isn't really much to tell.

    Katie: *lifts head* Oh. Well I guess that makes my job a lot easier then. So, who did it?

    Horatio: I don't know.

    Katie: That helps.

    Horatio: I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you who did it but I was hit from behind and then I woke up here.

    Katie: ...You don't remember stumbling around the lab?

    Horatio: *shakes head*

    Katie: *sigh* Okay. This is one of those times where I wish I had invented the MemoireChip.

    Horatio: Excuse me?

    Katie: Oh, it's just a little something I've been thinking up. You stick it around someone's head like headgear and the lasers go through your eyes and pull up your most recent memories. It's so cool. Well, at least in my head it is.

    Horatio: ...

    Katie: It's a work in progress. I mean, especially because if I actually invented it, the lasers would fry through your brain and kill you, thus ruining the point for the device. Anyhow, I think I'm supposed to be asking you questions.

    Horatio: *nods*

    Katie: Can you think of any enemies? Any male enemies, or women with big hands.

    Horatio: *lifts brow* Women with big hands?

    Katie: Yeah.

    Horatio: Um, no. I can't really think of anyone.

    Katie: Are you serious? You're Horatio Caine. You had a whole gang after you.

    Horatio: I killed them all.

    Katie: Oh.

    Horatio: A lot of people have been angry with me but I can't think of who the suspect might be.

    Katie: Name the most recent.

    Horatio: Um... Now that you mention it, there are A LOT of people who don't like me... kind of makes me depressed.

    Katie: Okay any one of these loonies want to kill you?

    Horatio: Maybe their intent wasn't to kill.

    Katie: Yeah well let me be the judge of that. I'm the CSI, you're the victim. Get that? Victim. Imagine if your first name was Vic and your last name was Tim. Wouldn't that be awkward as a cop? "Hey, who's in charge of this case?" "Vic Tim." Weird.

    Horatio: ...

    Katie: Right, okay, questions about the case only. So anyone have a beef with you?

    Horatio: You're just asking the same question over and over again.

    Katie: Anyone...not have a beef with you?

    Horatio: That wouldn't make them a very good suspect I'd think.

    Katie: You never know. A stalker would love you but still be crazy enough to kill you.

    Horatio: I don't think I have a stalker.

    Katie: How do you know?

    Horatio: I guess I don't.

    Katie: Wait, does Lora count?

    Horatio: No.

    Katie: Damn. I'm out one suspect. How about Hagen?

    Horatio: He's dead.

    Katie: That could be a problem.

    Horatio: *frowns*

    Katie: Yelina.

    Horatio: HA! I doubt it.

    Katie: *rolls eyes* Don't think so highly of yourself. Okay, what's the last thing you remember doing?

    Horatio: Walking from the garage to the elevator.

    Katie: Excellent. I found the crime scene before Colton. I win.

    Horatio: I don't think I was hit in the garage though.

    Katie: What?

    Horatio: I remember bleeding in the garage but not being hit.

    Katie: So you don't remember being hit, you remember the garage, but not the lab. Can you see where this is a real problem? You're a horrible witness.

    Horatio: Victim.

    Katie: Can a victim and witness be one in the same?

    Horatio: No.

    Katie: What if the victim has one of those body disorders where they float around the room on crazy drugs looking at themselves?

    Horatio: But they'd still be in their body.

    Katie: Yeah but that's not the point. You know what? Victims aren't supposed to argue with the CSI. Moving on. Did you have an argument in the last 48 hours?

    Horatio: ...Huh. Yes, I did.

    Katie: Oooh really. With whom?

    Horatio: Speed.

    Katie: No.

    Horatio: What?

    Katie: He didn't attack you.

    Horatio: ...Do you have evidence to the contrary?

    Katie: Do you have evidence to the...what's the opposite to contrary?

    Horatio: *sigh*

    Katie: That's a sound effect.

    Horatio: I'm obviously not much of a help. Perhaps you should go see how Colton's doing.

    Katie: Why? Why-why-wh-why why would I care what Colton's doing?

    Horatio: You mentioned him before. He's helping with the case, is he not?

    Katie: OH! Yeah. Yeah. Okay, I'll do that. You get well there champ. *pats Horatio's head* I will find out who stole the last 40 years of your life. *walks away*

    Horatio: ...I'm still alive.

    Miami Lab--next day

    Katie: *walks over* So, you find the crime scene?

    Colton: I did, actually. Just outside the garage.

    Katie: Great, the only place where there isn't cameras.

    Colton: I questioned some of the staff, they don't know anything. No one was unaccounted for either.

    Katie: So it's not a member of staff.

    Colton: At least not one on duty.

    Katie: So what's this? *points to microscope*

    Colton: This was swabbed from Horatio's head wound. Hospital sent it over. It's motor oil.

    Katie: Wow, motor oil near a garage. He could have fallen in the stuff.

    Colton: Or the person who whacked him works in it or lives around it.

    Katie: Still, it's pretty circumstantial.

    Colton: I'm doing the best I can. You question Horatio?

    Katie: Yeah. He was so uncooperative.

    Colton: Bummer.

    Katie: So all we have to work with is this stupid evidence.

    Colton: Or lackthereof.

    Speed: *walks over* Hey.

    Colton: *looks over* We're not done.

    Speed: I know. You missed some evidence.

    Colton: I didn't miss anything.

    Speed: *hands over file*

    Colton: *opens file, looks down*

    Speed: Shoe prints lifted from inside the garage.

    Colton: There weren't any shoe prints.

    Speed: You didn't look. Run these please.

    Colton: That's quite the pun.

    Speed: *lifts brow*

    Colton: ...Nevermind. *opens scanner*

    Katie: I'm going to go sift through Horatio's clothes. Thanks for the evidence, Speed. *walks away*

    Colton: *shakes head* She takes this job way too seriously. You see the getup she's wearing? She looks like she's ready to go to law school or be some business executive. She even did her hair.

    Speed: You get anything on the shoe print yet?

    Colton: No.

    Speed: *lifts paper* What's this?

    Colton: Motor oil found in Horatio's head wound. So we're thinking the culprit works around the stuff.

    Speed: It's possible that it's transfer from the weapon itself.

    Colton: Can you think of any possible weapons that leak motor oil? That's stupid.

    Speed: They don't have to leak anything. Passive transfer. That means th-

    Colton: I know what passive transfer is.

    Speed: Just trying to help.

    Colton: I can work a case by myself, I don't need your help.

    Computer beeps

    Colton: *types*

    Speed: *looks over*

    Colton: Sledge-Groove 2000. It's a boot.

    Speed: Boot?

    Colton: Yeah like a cowboy boot.

    Speed: Good work.

    Colton: ..You were the one who found the print.

    Speed: Mhm.

    Colton: *nods*

    Speed: Let me know when you get a suspect.

    Colton: Wait.

    Speed: *turns around*

    Colton: I'm sorry about yesterday. I was rude.

    Speed: Don't worry about it.

    Colton: Really, I'm not like that with her. I guess I just felt compelled to get into a pissing contest with you. I see how much she cares about you.

    Speed: She shouldn't. And you don't have to worry about it.

    Colton: You don't care about her?

    Speed: What I care about, is finding Horatio's attacker. You'll let me know when you get something?

    Colton: Sure.

    Speed: Thanks. *walks away

    TBC............................
     
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