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Prison bus, correctional facility
Delko: *shines flashlight* So nobody saw what happened?
Calleigh: The driver said he was too busy concentrating on the heavy traffic.
Delko: And the guards?
Calleigh: They didn't notice anything unusual. The only time visibility was compromised inside the bus was when they passed through an underpass during rushour.
Horatio: *walks onto bus*
Delko: A bus full of murderers.
Horatio: Our suspect pool, just got more interesting.
CSI Garage, Hummerhome
Katie: *slams beer onto table*
Lora: *swigs beer*
Jenna: Well this is relaxing.
Katie: *leans head against window* Y'know what I blove about this place? The AIR CONDITIONTHINGER.
Jenna: I can't believe you got blasted at noon.
Katie: I'm Katie.
Jenna: *lifts brow*
Lora: That's really the only answer you need.
Carly: *walks in* Hey, Colton's lookin' for you.
Katie: HOLY! You just sounded southern!
Carly: I'm Australian.
Katie: Yeah but you were like. HOLY.
Carly: Is she drunk again?
Jenna: *nods*
Lora: *looks in purse* ..Katie did you steal my pain medication?
Katie: *stacking pills* No.
Lora: *frowns* I can see the pills.
Katie: Hehe, they look like Fred Flinstone. YABBA DABBA DOO!
Carly: Who bought the beer?
Katie: I did with my fake ID.
Carly: Katie, you're over 21.
Katie: Yeah but they don't know that.
Lora: So when are we going on a road trip?
Carly: When Horatio says we are. Right now he's investigating Trevor's death.
Katie: I DIDN'T DO IT!
Carly: I hear we're going to Mount Everest.
Lora: What? I can't hike with a broken leg.
Carly: You're staying at basecamp with the goats.
Lora: Well this sucks.
Jenna: Can't you die up at Everest?
Katie: Yeah can't we climb a tree or something?
Carly: No.
Katie: Okay, can I climb a tree?
Carly: Go for it.
Katie: *runs to the door, falls down steps*
Lora: She's getting better at this.
Katie: I'M OKAY! *holding head*
Jenna: Hun, you're bleeding.
Katie: No no, it's cool. I won't even feel it until I get sobered up.
Wachovia Financial Centre
Lori: So this is where you work.
Scott: *pushes elevator button* Yeah.
Lori: You know, we're supposed to be at the restaurant with everyone else across the street.
Scott: This'll only take a minute.
Lori: I realize you have to keep an eye on your cubicle but why drag me in on this?
Scott: You followed me, remember?
Lori: Yes because you almost got run over by a bus on the way up.
Scott: If I had crossed the street at the lights, the staff would have seen me.
Lori: You're insane.
Scott: *smiles* That's the idea, right?
Lori: *rolls eyes*
Scott: *steps off elevator*
Lori: *follows* I can't believe there's a basketball court downstairs.
Scott: Everyone in Miami knows this building has one. How long have you been here?
Lori: I wasn't raised here. Does that help?
Scott: Not really.
Lori: The tallest building I'd ever seen was the Torre Colpatria. It had 50 floors or something and it did not have a basketball court. *looks out window* I hate heights.
Scott: *opens desk*
PD--Interrogation room
Horatio: Officer, can you tell me what you saw on the bus?
Cop: I didn't see anything.
Delko: Did you hear anything?
Cop: It was loud. You know how roudy they can get.
Horatio: Mhm. Was anyone sitting with the victim?
Cop: He was at the back of the bus. It's just a long bench at the back so he could have had maybe 3 or 4 people sitting with him.
Delko: What, and you don't carry a manifest?
Cop: I didn't think anyone was going to be murdered on the bus.
Horatio: Well you thought wrong, didn't you.
Cop: *looks at Horatio*
Delko: *stares at Cop*
Cop: Why does it matter? He was a criminal.
Horatio: He was also a human being.
Cop: Not from what I heard.
Horatio: Excuse me?
Cop: The inmates talk. I guess they think if there's a cage blocking us from them that we won't be able to hear what they're saying. Before we left, your victim seemed pretty buddy-buddy with a couple of them. They kept saying how it was all in effect. Apparently your victim had quite a vendetta against the City of Miami.
Horatio: Explain please.
Cop: He kept saying how he could take down Miami in one fell swoop if he wanted too, you know, arrogant asswipe stuff. I guess he was going for publicity and a reputation so he could build an army and rob the city blind.
Horatio: Who was he talking to?
Cop: Hell if I know. I transport them, not babysit.
Horatio: *nods*
Ballistics Lab
Horatio: *walks in* Ma'am.
Calleigh: *smiles* Good to see you on your feet. When I spoke with you on the phone, I didn't realize you were interested in coming back so soon.
Horatio: Well crime doesn't take a day off.
Calleigh: True. Speaking of, I went to see Alexx. Cause of death was exsanguination from stab wounds.
Horatio: Multiple?
Calleigh: *opens folder* That's what I thought at first but look at how close together they are.
Horatio: *tilts head* The distance is the same between each wound.
Calleigh: And it's hard to do that with a knife or a shank.
Horatio: So we're looking for one weapon containing multiple sharp ends.
Calleigh: A small weapon. These wounds aren't more than an inch long but did the job on his carotid artery.
Horatio: So we're talking about extensive force as well.
Calleigh: How did an inmate get a weapon aboard the prison bus from the PD?
Horatio: That...is a very good question. *walks away*
Police Department
Tripp: *flipping through pages*
Horatio: Hey Frank, you have a minute?
Tripp: Sure H. What do you need?
Horatio: I need a log of all the people sent to the correctional bus this morning and their personal effects.
Tripp: I'll go get it. *walks away*
Horatio: Thank you.
Two minutes later
Tripp: *places down box* Here's the personal effects and here's the list. *hands over paper*
Horatio: *looks down at paper*
Tripp: *opens box* We got uh, shoelaces, clothing, bubble gum, jewelery, b-
Horatio: Wait a second, did you say jewelery?
Tripp: Yeah. They're from some goth kid who liked to blow stuff up.
Horatio: Goth kid...may I see the jewelery please.
Tripp: Sure. *lifts out jewelery* A spiked collar thing, arm bands, nose ring...
Horatio: *lifts collar*
Tripp: My ex-wife tells me men are dogs but that's taking it a little too literal.
Horatio: Did you perform a search before he went on the bus?
Tripp: Of course.
Horatio: Cavity search?
Tripp: We don't do cavity searches. Prison does.
Horatio: *nods* Thank you. *walks away*
Interrogation room
Calleigh: *sits* Jonah, I know you were on the prison bus with Trevor Saunders.
Jonah: So? Doesn't mean I killed him.
Calleigh: The police officer witnessed a conversation between the two of you concerning a plan Trevor had to 'rob Miami'. Do you know what that was about?
Jonah: I don't know. He was spouting off a bunch of stuff about how he stole guns and explosives and he was going to do all this stuff. But he was in prison, y'know? How was he going to do all of that?
Calleigh: Did he have any affiliates?
Jonah: He was part of the same gang as me.
Calleigh: Gang.
Jonah: Yeah. The Hellraisers. I know, it's kind of cheap but we're working on the name. Trevor thought it up.
Calleigh: So you knew him personally.
Jonah: I just joined. He was like a god, I wasn't going to just up and talk to him. *smiles* But he started talking to me.
Calleigh: *looks at Jonah's hand* Interesting ring.
Jonah: *looks down* Oh yeah, that's the gang's ring. It's a devil with spikes coming out all over its head.
Calleigh: How did you manage to get it past our people?
Jonah: I hid it...somewhere. Look, I'm not going to go to prison without some kind of street cred. When people see this ring, they'll know I'm not some bitch. It actually um...fell out on my way into the bus. I found it lying on the floor when we got to the prison. But I swear, I didn't kill the guy.
Calleigh: May I borrow it?
Jonah: Why?
Calleigh: To confirm your story.
Jonah: *lifts brow* If it'll help. I guess.
Miami, Hallway
Horatio: *shifts positions*
Calleigh: *walks over* There was blood on the ring. Valera's running it now.
Horatio: So Jonah looks very good for the murder.
Calleigh: He claims it fell when he got onto the bus. Anyone could have picked it up. And the way Trevor was talking, it's no surprise someone had enough of him.
Horatio: The statement mentions explosives. You guys didn't find any explosives, did you?
Calleigh: Just some fire crackers.
Horatio: How big was the hold?
Calleigh: It was about 4 meters long and 2 meters wide.
Horatio: Big enough for explosives.
Calleigh: Well they were gone by the time Katie and Colton got there.
Horatio: So where are they now and who's using them?
Delko: *runs over* H!
Horatio: *turns around* Yeah Eric.
Delko: You gotta come see this. *runs into lounge*
Horatio: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
Lounge
Horatio: *stares at television*
Calleigh: That's the financial building downtown.
Delko: News says it was bombed just a few minutes ago.
Horatio: *frowns*
Delko: I guess that's where Trevor's explosives went.
Horatio: At least three banks, the Dade Community foundation, Canadian Consolate, various other foundations and investment groups. Perfect place to rob Miami blind.
Delko: I guess if they were going to go for blind, they should have picked something more subtle.
Horatio: Gear up.
Wachovia Financial Centre
Lori: *stands, dusts self off* What the hell was that?
Scott: *holding onto desk*
Lady: *runs out of room screaming*
Guy: *ducks from falling beam*
Lady2: *holds arm*
Lori: *looks out broken window* ...Wow.
Lady2: Is everyone okay!
Guy: I'm okay.
Lady3: What happened?
Guy: I don't know. It felt like an explosion.
Lady3: I can hear popping sounds. Are those gunshots?
Guy: I think so.
Lady3: Someone call 9-1-1.
Guy: *picks up phone* ...It's dead.
Lori: Anyone here have a cellphone?
Lady3: I didn't bring mine today.
Lori: Scott, do you have a cellphone?
Scott: *covers eyes*
Lori: *looks outside* I think the pedestrians down there have it covered. They're all on their phones.
Lady3: What do we do?
Guy: We should go downstairs. C'mon, everyone to the elevator.
Lady3: *runs to elevator*
Scott: *lifts head* I wouldn't do that.
Guy: Why the hell not?
Elevator door opens
Guy: *looks down* ...Hey, how come the elevators are off?
Scott: To direct idiots to the stairs.
Guy: *looks over* Hey you know what your problem is? You think you know everything. The second you got here, you started at a higher wage, you got all the promotions and I'm pretty sure the boss had a crush on you but that doesn't mean you know everything.
Scott: Then please, find the exit for us.
Guy: I will. *walks over to door, pushes it* ...It's bent.
Lady3: The blast sure felt close.
Guy: There's a bank two floors below this one. Maybe it was a robbery.
Lori: Explains the gunshots.
Guy: And who the hell are you? You don't work here.
Lori: I'm on a field trip.
Guy: *looks around* How do we get out?
Lady3: The firefighters will take care of us. They know what to do.
Guy: Yeah. I mean, how tall are their ladders?
Scott: 9 storeys.
Guy: What?
Scott: I said 9 storeys.
Guy: But...we're on the 55th.
Scott: Exactly.
Guy: *walks over to broken window* HELP! HELLLLP!
Scott: *sits in chair, covers forehead*
Lori: *kneels* Hey. Are you okay?
Scott: *exhales* When they said I should confront my demons, I didn't imagine this.
Lori: Kind of unlucky huh.
Scott: What would your worst nightmare be?
Lori: *looks down at floor* Probably...locked in a room with a bunch of decaying corpses.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: Don't even ask.
Scott: *nods*
Guy: Hey! Hey! I see firetrucks! There's dozens of them heading this way. WE'RE SAVED! Oh oh and cops too, lots of them. *lifts brow* What kind of cop drives a Hummer?
Lori: *lifts head* Hummer? What Hummer? *runs to window*
Guy: Right there.
Lori: Great.
Downtown Miami
Horatio: *closes Hummer door* What do we have gentlemen?
Cop: From what we can tell, two banks were bombed and the men inside have guns. One of the staff members upstairs called rescue and said she found one body and a gun on the floor.
Horatio: So they were stupid enough to blow themselves up.
Cop: Bombs aren't the most idiot-proof devices.
Horatio: *smirks* Very true. Okay, let's get a confirmation of how many people are up there.
Cop: Yes sir.
Horatio: Chief.
Chief: *walks over* Yeah Lieutenant.
Horatio: How stable is this building?
Chief: Depends what kind of explosives they were using and what combinations. I have to tell you, Lieutenant, we don't get a lot of high-rise fires in Miami and when we do, the frames haven't been blasted to smitherines.
Horatio: I understand.
Financial Building
Lori: *leaning against wall* It's starting to get a bit dusty in here.
Guy: Should we smash open another window?
Lady3: Yeah, I can barely breathe.
Scott: No. We have enough air.
Lady3: I have asthma. It might start to act up.
Scott: Then we should be figuring out how to get downstairs.
Guy: Again with the all-knowingness. What are the odds we won't run into giant hole in the building and fall to our deaths? How do you know there isn't a giant fireball below?
Scott: Because the floor isn't hot.
Guy: What?
Scott: There's no fire directly below us because the floor isn't heating up. Would you like me to repeat everything I say or is simple english good enough?
Guy: I graduated from MIT at the top of my class. I also attended two years at Harvard. Don't patronize me.
Scott: Congratulations. I went to a community college and I still make more money than you.
Lori: Boys, let's put away the measuring sticks.
Guy: Why? You feeling overshadowed by my superiority?
Lori: *looks at Scott* And I'm the one with a therapist.
Scott: *smirks*
Guy: Okay, look, why don't we just try and bust the door down.
Lady3: How?
Guy: Let's use the desks.
Lady3: They're bolted to the floor.
Guy: So we're out of options.
Scott: We could climb down the elevator shaft.
Everyone: *looks at Scott*
Scott: What, I can't suggest anything?
Lori: Okay, come on. *stands, walks over to elevator*
Guy: You're crazy. *stands* What if we fall?
Scott: *stands* Don't fall.
Elevator shaft
Lady3: *coughing*
Scott: *climbs down beside Lady3* You okay?
Lady3: Just a lot more dusty down here is all.
Scott: You can make it. Just try to take normal breaths.
Lady3: *nods*
Scott: Lori!
Lori: *shines flashlight down* Yeah!
Scott: I think there's an open door just a few meters from here!
Lori: Perfect!
Guy: Where did you two meet anyway?
Scott: I'm on the same field trip.
Guy: For what? I don't remember the company sending anyone out on a field trip.
Scott: Get a better salary. *climbs down*
Guy: *frowns*
Inside empty room
Lori: *climbs in* Okay, what floor are we on?
Guy: 52nd. I think we bypassed one of the blown banks.
Scott: Start looking around for a cellphone or something.
Guy: So we can call for help?
Scott: So we can start identifying to them who we are in case we don't make it out.
Guy: That's morbid.
Lady3: I think I found one! *picks up cellphone* AH!
Everyone: *looks over*
Lady3: OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD!
Scott: *looks at floor*
Guy: *covers mouth*
Lady3: He's been shot or something, he's all mangled! Oh my God. *covers eyes*
Scott: *nods* Check if he has a wallet or something.
Lori: The whole building's a crime scene. I don't think we should touch anything aside from what we need to.
Scott: Yeah, good idea.
Guy: Y'all are acting like it's normal to see dead people everywhere.
Lori: *dials phone*
Scott: Who are you calling?
Lori: Horatio.
Scott: Who's Horatio?
Lori: *puts phone up to ear*
Downtown Miami
Horatio: *answers phone* Caine.
Delko: *walks up*
Horatio: ...*looks at Eric* Mhm.
Delko: *lifts brow*
Horatio: And you're okay...alright. No no, we're doing everything we can from down here....okay. I'll let them know. *closes phone*
Delko: Who was that?
Horatio: Apparently Lori and three other people are on the 52nd floor.
Delko: How?
Horatio: They were supposed to be at a restaurant across the street when one of the men she was with decided to grab something from his office.
Delko: Are they alright?
Horatio: So far. Where are we with hazmat?
Delko: They're upstairs now. The Chief also just told me the building's safe. It's just a matter of getting everyone on the top floors downstairs which should be easy once the fire's contained.
Horatio: Good. So Trevor started a gang of thieves whose plan was to rob Miami directly.
Delko: Ambitious plan. So who killed him?
Horatio: We still have yet to find that out. Calleigh's working on it with the rest of the team.
Delko: *nods*
Horatio: And Eric.
Delko: Yeah H.
Horatio: We're going on vacation after this.
Delko: *laughs* I hear ya.
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Prison bus, correctional facility
Delko: *shines flashlight* So nobody saw what happened?
Calleigh: The driver said he was too busy concentrating on the heavy traffic.
Delko: And the guards?
Calleigh: They didn't notice anything unusual. The only time visibility was compromised inside the bus was when they passed through an underpass during rushour.
Horatio: *walks onto bus*
Delko: A bus full of murderers.
Horatio: Our suspect pool, just got more interesting.
CSI Garage, Hummerhome
Katie: *slams beer onto table*
Lora: *swigs beer*
Jenna: Well this is relaxing.
Katie: *leans head against window* Y'know what I blove about this place? The AIR CONDITIONTHINGER.
Jenna: I can't believe you got blasted at noon.
Katie: I'm Katie.
Jenna: *lifts brow*
Lora: That's really the only answer you need.
Carly: *walks in* Hey, Colton's lookin' for you.
Katie: HOLY! You just sounded southern!
Carly: I'm Australian.
Katie: Yeah but you were like. HOLY.
Carly: Is she drunk again?
Jenna: *nods*
Lora: *looks in purse* ..Katie did you steal my pain medication?
Katie: *stacking pills* No.
Lora: *frowns* I can see the pills.
Katie: Hehe, they look like Fred Flinstone. YABBA DABBA DOO!
Carly: Who bought the beer?
Katie: I did with my fake ID.
Carly: Katie, you're over 21.
Katie: Yeah but they don't know that.
Lora: So when are we going on a road trip?
Carly: When Horatio says we are. Right now he's investigating Trevor's death.
Katie: I DIDN'T DO IT!
Carly: I hear we're going to Mount Everest.
Lora: What? I can't hike with a broken leg.
Carly: You're staying at basecamp with the goats.
Lora: Well this sucks.
Jenna: Can't you die up at Everest?
Katie: Yeah can't we climb a tree or something?
Carly: No.
Katie: Okay, can I climb a tree?
Carly: Go for it.
Katie: *runs to the door, falls down steps*
Lora: She's getting better at this.
Katie: I'M OKAY! *holding head*
Jenna: Hun, you're bleeding.
Katie: No no, it's cool. I won't even feel it until I get sobered up.
Wachovia Financial Centre
Lori: So this is where you work.
Scott: *pushes elevator button* Yeah.
Lori: You know, we're supposed to be at the restaurant with everyone else across the street.
Scott: This'll only take a minute.
Lori: I realize you have to keep an eye on your cubicle but why drag me in on this?
Scott: You followed me, remember?
Lori: Yes because you almost got run over by a bus on the way up.
Scott: If I had crossed the street at the lights, the staff would have seen me.
Lori: You're insane.
Scott: *smiles* That's the idea, right?
Lori: *rolls eyes*
Scott: *steps off elevator*
Lori: *follows* I can't believe there's a basketball court downstairs.
Scott: Everyone in Miami knows this building has one. How long have you been here?
Lori: I wasn't raised here. Does that help?
Scott: Not really.
Lori: The tallest building I'd ever seen was the Torre Colpatria. It had 50 floors or something and it did not have a basketball court. *looks out window* I hate heights.
Scott: *opens desk*
PD--Interrogation room
Horatio: Officer, can you tell me what you saw on the bus?
Cop: I didn't see anything.
Delko: Did you hear anything?
Cop: It was loud. You know how roudy they can get.
Horatio: Mhm. Was anyone sitting with the victim?
Cop: He was at the back of the bus. It's just a long bench at the back so he could have had maybe 3 or 4 people sitting with him.
Delko: What, and you don't carry a manifest?
Cop: I didn't think anyone was going to be murdered on the bus.
Horatio: Well you thought wrong, didn't you.
Cop: *looks at Horatio*
Delko: *stares at Cop*
Cop: Why does it matter? He was a criminal.
Horatio: He was also a human being.
Cop: Not from what I heard.
Horatio: Excuse me?
Cop: The inmates talk. I guess they think if there's a cage blocking us from them that we won't be able to hear what they're saying. Before we left, your victim seemed pretty buddy-buddy with a couple of them. They kept saying how it was all in effect. Apparently your victim had quite a vendetta against the City of Miami.
Horatio: Explain please.
Cop: He kept saying how he could take down Miami in one fell swoop if he wanted too, you know, arrogant asswipe stuff. I guess he was going for publicity and a reputation so he could build an army and rob the city blind.
Horatio: Who was he talking to?
Cop: Hell if I know. I transport them, not babysit.
Horatio: *nods*
Ballistics Lab
Horatio: *walks in* Ma'am.
Calleigh: *smiles* Good to see you on your feet. When I spoke with you on the phone, I didn't realize you were interested in coming back so soon.
Horatio: Well crime doesn't take a day off.
Calleigh: True. Speaking of, I went to see Alexx. Cause of death was exsanguination from stab wounds.
Horatio: Multiple?
Calleigh: *opens folder* That's what I thought at first but look at how close together they are.
Horatio: *tilts head* The distance is the same between each wound.
Calleigh: And it's hard to do that with a knife or a shank.
Horatio: So we're looking for one weapon containing multiple sharp ends.
Calleigh: A small weapon. These wounds aren't more than an inch long but did the job on his carotid artery.
Horatio: So we're talking about extensive force as well.
Calleigh: How did an inmate get a weapon aboard the prison bus from the PD?
Horatio: That...is a very good question. *walks away*
Police Department
Tripp: *flipping through pages*
Horatio: Hey Frank, you have a minute?
Tripp: Sure H. What do you need?
Horatio: I need a log of all the people sent to the correctional bus this morning and their personal effects.
Tripp: I'll go get it. *walks away*
Horatio: Thank you.
Two minutes later
Tripp: *places down box* Here's the personal effects and here's the list. *hands over paper*
Horatio: *looks down at paper*
Tripp: *opens box* We got uh, shoelaces, clothing, bubble gum, jewelery, b-
Horatio: Wait a second, did you say jewelery?
Tripp: Yeah. They're from some goth kid who liked to blow stuff up.
Horatio: Goth kid...may I see the jewelery please.
Tripp: Sure. *lifts out jewelery* A spiked collar thing, arm bands, nose ring...
Horatio: *lifts collar*
Tripp: My ex-wife tells me men are dogs but that's taking it a little too literal.
Horatio: Did you perform a search before he went on the bus?
Tripp: Of course.
Horatio: Cavity search?
Tripp: We don't do cavity searches. Prison does.
Horatio: *nods* Thank you. *walks away*
Interrogation room
Calleigh: *sits* Jonah, I know you were on the prison bus with Trevor Saunders.
Jonah: So? Doesn't mean I killed him.
Calleigh: The police officer witnessed a conversation between the two of you concerning a plan Trevor had to 'rob Miami'. Do you know what that was about?
Jonah: I don't know. He was spouting off a bunch of stuff about how he stole guns and explosives and he was going to do all this stuff. But he was in prison, y'know? How was he going to do all of that?
Calleigh: Did he have any affiliates?
Jonah: He was part of the same gang as me.
Calleigh: Gang.
Jonah: Yeah. The Hellraisers. I know, it's kind of cheap but we're working on the name. Trevor thought it up.
Calleigh: So you knew him personally.
Jonah: I just joined. He was like a god, I wasn't going to just up and talk to him. *smiles* But he started talking to me.
Calleigh: *looks at Jonah's hand* Interesting ring.
Jonah: *looks down* Oh yeah, that's the gang's ring. It's a devil with spikes coming out all over its head.
Calleigh: How did you manage to get it past our people?
Jonah: I hid it...somewhere. Look, I'm not going to go to prison without some kind of street cred. When people see this ring, they'll know I'm not some bitch. It actually um...fell out on my way into the bus. I found it lying on the floor when we got to the prison. But I swear, I didn't kill the guy.
Calleigh: May I borrow it?
Jonah: Why?
Calleigh: To confirm your story.
Jonah: *lifts brow* If it'll help. I guess.
Miami, Hallway
Horatio: *shifts positions*
Calleigh: *walks over* There was blood on the ring. Valera's running it now.
Horatio: So Jonah looks very good for the murder.
Calleigh: He claims it fell when he got onto the bus. Anyone could have picked it up. And the way Trevor was talking, it's no surprise someone had enough of him.
Horatio: The statement mentions explosives. You guys didn't find any explosives, did you?
Calleigh: Just some fire crackers.
Horatio: How big was the hold?
Calleigh: It was about 4 meters long and 2 meters wide.
Horatio: Big enough for explosives.
Calleigh: Well they were gone by the time Katie and Colton got there.
Horatio: So where are they now and who's using them?
Delko: *runs over* H!
Horatio: *turns around* Yeah Eric.
Delko: You gotta come see this. *runs into lounge*
Horatio: *looks at Calleigh*
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
Lounge
Horatio: *stares at television*
Calleigh: That's the financial building downtown.
Delko: News says it was bombed just a few minutes ago.
Horatio: *frowns*
Delko: I guess that's where Trevor's explosives went.
Horatio: At least three banks, the Dade Community foundation, Canadian Consolate, various other foundations and investment groups. Perfect place to rob Miami blind.
Delko: I guess if they were going to go for blind, they should have picked something more subtle.
Horatio: Gear up.
Wachovia Financial Centre
Lori: *stands, dusts self off* What the hell was that?
Scott: *holding onto desk*
Lady: *runs out of room screaming*
Guy: *ducks from falling beam*
Lady2: *holds arm*
Lori: *looks out broken window* ...Wow.
Lady2: Is everyone okay!
Guy: I'm okay.
Lady3: What happened?
Guy: I don't know. It felt like an explosion.
Lady3: I can hear popping sounds. Are those gunshots?
Guy: I think so.
Lady3: Someone call 9-1-1.
Guy: *picks up phone* ...It's dead.
Lori: Anyone here have a cellphone?
Lady3: I didn't bring mine today.
Lori: Scott, do you have a cellphone?
Scott: *covers eyes*
Lori: *looks outside* I think the pedestrians down there have it covered. They're all on their phones.
Lady3: What do we do?
Guy: We should go downstairs. C'mon, everyone to the elevator.
Lady3: *runs to elevator*
Scott: *lifts head* I wouldn't do that.
Guy: Why the hell not?
Elevator door opens
Guy: *looks down* ...Hey, how come the elevators are off?
Scott: To direct idiots to the stairs.
Guy: *looks over* Hey you know what your problem is? You think you know everything. The second you got here, you started at a higher wage, you got all the promotions and I'm pretty sure the boss had a crush on you but that doesn't mean you know everything.
Scott: Then please, find the exit for us.
Guy: I will. *walks over to door, pushes it* ...It's bent.
Lady3: The blast sure felt close.
Guy: There's a bank two floors below this one. Maybe it was a robbery.
Lori: Explains the gunshots.
Guy: And who the hell are you? You don't work here.
Lori: I'm on a field trip.
Guy: *looks around* How do we get out?
Lady3: The firefighters will take care of us. They know what to do.
Guy: Yeah. I mean, how tall are their ladders?
Scott: 9 storeys.
Guy: What?
Scott: I said 9 storeys.
Guy: But...we're on the 55th.
Scott: Exactly.
Guy: *walks over to broken window* HELP! HELLLLP!
Scott: *sits in chair, covers forehead*
Lori: *kneels* Hey. Are you okay?
Scott: *exhales* When they said I should confront my demons, I didn't imagine this.
Lori: Kind of unlucky huh.
Scott: What would your worst nightmare be?
Lori: *looks down at floor* Probably...locked in a room with a bunch of decaying corpses.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: Don't even ask.
Scott: *nods*
Guy: Hey! Hey! I see firetrucks! There's dozens of them heading this way. WE'RE SAVED! Oh oh and cops too, lots of them. *lifts brow* What kind of cop drives a Hummer?
Lori: *lifts head* Hummer? What Hummer? *runs to window*
Guy: Right there.
Lori: Great.
Downtown Miami
Horatio: *closes Hummer door* What do we have gentlemen?
Cop: From what we can tell, two banks were bombed and the men inside have guns. One of the staff members upstairs called rescue and said she found one body and a gun on the floor.
Horatio: So they were stupid enough to blow themselves up.
Cop: Bombs aren't the most idiot-proof devices.
Horatio: *smirks* Very true. Okay, let's get a confirmation of how many people are up there.
Cop: Yes sir.
Horatio: Chief.
Chief: *walks over* Yeah Lieutenant.
Horatio: How stable is this building?
Chief: Depends what kind of explosives they were using and what combinations. I have to tell you, Lieutenant, we don't get a lot of high-rise fires in Miami and when we do, the frames haven't been blasted to smitherines.
Horatio: I understand.
Financial Building
Lori: *leaning against wall* It's starting to get a bit dusty in here.
Guy: Should we smash open another window?
Lady3: Yeah, I can barely breathe.
Scott: No. We have enough air.
Lady3: I have asthma. It might start to act up.
Scott: Then we should be figuring out how to get downstairs.
Guy: Again with the all-knowingness. What are the odds we won't run into giant hole in the building and fall to our deaths? How do you know there isn't a giant fireball below?
Scott: Because the floor isn't hot.
Guy: What?
Scott: There's no fire directly below us because the floor isn't heating up. Would you like me to repeat everything I say or is simple english good enough?
Guy: I graduated from MIT at the top of my class. I also attended two years at Harvard. Don't patronize me.
Scott: Congratulations. I went to a community college and I still make more money than you.
Lori: Boys, let's put away the measuring sticks.
Guy: Why? You feeling overshadowed by my superiority?
Lori: *looks at Scott* And I'm the one with a therapist.
Scott: *smirks*
Guy: Okay, look, why don't we just try and bust the door down.
Lady3: How?
Guy: Let's use the desks.
Lady3: They're bolted to the floor.
Guy: So we're out of options.
Scott: We could climb down the elevator shaft.
Everyone: *looks at Scott*
Scott: What, I can't suggest anything?
Lori: Okay, come on. *stands, walks over to elevator*
Guy: You're crazy. *stands* What if we fall?
Scott: *stands* Don't fall.
Elevator shaft
Lady3: *coughing*
Scott: *climbs down beside Lady3* You okay?
Lady3: Just a lot more dusty down here is all.
Scott: You can make it. Just try to take normal breaths.
Lady3: *nods*
Scott: Lori!
Lori: *shines flashlight down* Yeah!
Scott: I think there's an open door just a few meters from here!
Lori: Perfect!
Guy: Where did you two meet anyway?
Scott: I'm on the same field trip.
Guy: For what? I don't remember the company sending anyone out on a field trip.
Scott: Get a better salary. *climbs down*
Guy: *frowns*
Inside empty room
Lori: *climbs in* Okay, what floor are we on?
Guy: 52nd. I think we bypassed one of the blown banks.
Scott: Start looking around for a cellphone or something.
Guy: So we can call for help?
Scott: So we can start identifying to them who we are in case we don't make it out.
Guy: That's morbid.
Lady3: I think I found one! *picks up cellphone* AH!
Everyone: *looks over*
Lady3: OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD!
Scott: *looks at floor*
Guy: *covers mouth*
Lady3: He's been shot or something, he's all mangled! Oh my God. *covers eyes*
Scott: *nods* Check if he has a wallet or something.
Lori: The whole building's a crime scene. I don't think we should touch anything aside from what we need to.
Scott: Yeah, good idea.
Guy: Y'all are acting like it's normal to see dead people everywhere.
Lori: *dials phone*
Scott: Who are you calling?
Lori: Horatio.
Scott: Who's Horatio?
Lori: *puts phone up to ear*
Downtown Miami
Horatio: *answers phone* Caine.
Delko: *walks up*
Horatio: ...*looks at Eric* Mhm.
Delko: *lifts brow*
Horatio: And you're okay...alright. No no, we're doing everything we can from down here....okay. I'll let them know. *closes phone*
Delko: Who was that?
Horatio: Apparently Lori and three other people are on the 52nd floor.
Delko: How?
Horatio: They were supposed to be at a restaurant across the street when one of the men she was with decided to grab something from his office.
Delko: Are they alright?
Horatio: So far. Where are we with hazmat?
Delko: They're upstairs now. The Chief also just told me the building's safe. It's just a matter of getting everyone on the top floors downstairs which should be easy once the fire's contained.
Horatio: Good. So Trevor started a gang of thieves whose plan was to rob Miami directly.
Delko: Ambitious plan. So who killed him?
Horatio: We still have yet to find that out. Calleigh's working on it with the rest of the team.
Delko: *nods*
Horatio: And Eric.
Delko: Yeah H.
Horatio: We're going on vacation after this.
Delko: *laughs* I hear ya.
