^ I ain't tellin'.
Thanks for the reviews! Hee. Heather, too bad Jensen isn't in the RT eh?
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Restaurant, New York
Lori: *sips water*
Scott: *staring out window*
Lori: Thanks for lunch.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: You seem...disturbed.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *looks down at table* I think I'm feeling it too. What's the point in a relationship if we live a thousand miles away. *shrugs* I know it's a bit selfish but sometimes I wish you hadn't been in Miami when I entered that treatment place. Well actually, I wish you were
from Miami because that would work out better for the both of us. What made you even talk to me in the first place?
Scott: I don't know. I've been told I'm a nice guy, it would make sense that I'd introduce myself. Afterall, you were just sitting there like a cold stone.
Lori: *lifts head* Why were you sitting there to begin with? You'd already been there a couple of weeks.
Scott: I wasn't sure that place was right for me. I was in and out a couple of times.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: Turns out the only part of that place that was right for me was you.
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Anyway, I'm glad I introduced myself.
Lori: ...I'm glad you did too.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *sigh* Bailey probably told you to ask me to marry you.
Scott: That she did. I guess it's just too bad for her that it's not going to happen.
Lori: *nods, stares at table*
Scott: ...It's...not, right?
Lori: What? *lifts head* No. No, of course not. Besides, we've only known each other a few months and like I said, we live a thousand miles away. It would be ridiculous to even think about it. I mean, you're a big businessman, I'm a convicted felon, you're this sweet, nice guy that makes everyone feel comfortable, I have intimacy issues, there's just too many wierd elements thrown in.
Scott: You didn't seem to have intimacy issues around
me.
Lori: *sinks down in booth* Shut up. You're ruining my point.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Stop smiling.
Scott: I can't. You're adorable.
Lori: *pouts*
Scott: *grinning*
Lori: *throws bun* Stop it.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: *rolls eyes*
Large explosion blasts through restaurant; people scream
Miami, CSI Garage
Heather: Okay, so I'm ready to get dirty. Teach me everything there is to know about being a CSI.
Ryan: Alright, rule number 1. Never open a door if you don't know what's behind it.
Heather: Why?
Ryan: Trust me, when you make that mistake, you'll find out.
Heather: Oh. So what's rule number 2?
Ryan: Don't argue with Horatio Caine. He'll just make you go over the evidence again.
Heather: Interesting. What if Horatio's not working the case?
Ryan: Rule number 3. When Horatio's not working the case, he's
still working the case.
Heather: You're so smart.
Ryan: I know. That's rule number 4. Ryan knows everything.
Heather: I thought Horatio knew everything.
Ryan: Well I learned everything from Horatio.
Heather: I thought you learned everything from Calleigh.
Ryan: Okay, do you want to be a CSI or not?
Heather: Shutting up.
Lilly: *runs in* Ryan! I'm ready for my first CSI lesson!
Heather: What? No, he's teaching me.
Lilly: ...No, he's teaching
me.
Heather: I was here first.
Lilly: We had a standing appointment.
Heather: *looks at Ryan* Is this true?
Ryan: *scratches head* Lilly, our appointment is for 2.
Lilly: I thought the first rule was always be early if you can.
Heather: *gasp* You're teaching her different rules?
Ryan: Uh uh uh...BRRRING! BRRRING! Oh gee, it's my phone. Sorry ladies, we'll have to cut this meeting short. *runs away*
Heather: Did he actually just say 'brrring brrring' and expect us to believe that?
Lilly: I thought he was just being chilly.
Heather: *frowns* He is sooo not finished with us. It's time for grasshopper to beat the living shit out of the master. *walks away*
Lilly: Yeah you go girl! Sit on him!
Lab hallway
Heather: *sitting on Ryan* SAY IT! SAY IT!
Ryan: NO!
Heather: *pulls Ryan's legs backwards*
Ryan: OW! OW OW!
Heather: SAY IT!
Ryan: I CAN'T! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!
Heather: Your legs are broken, not your tongue. NOW SAY IT!
Ryan: Ugh FINE. Heather is not my bodyguard, she is my...*sigh* all-powerful overlord of awesomeness.
Heather: *slaps Ryan's head* And?
Ryan: And she's way more attractive than Lilly.
Heather: *smiles* Good boy. *gives cookie*
Ryan: *grabs cookie, eats it*
Trace lab
Katie: *staring into hallway* Wow, she really has a handle on him.
Anni: Tell me about it. I can't get Tim to do his own laundry.
Katie: I can't even get
me to do my own laundry.
Anni: Then who does your laundry?
Katie: I hired a maid.
Speed: *walks in* Sorry I'm late, I was at the strip club across town.
Anni/Katie: *stare at Speed*
Speed: Someone was murdered there, it's a crime scene.
Katie: Yeah right, show me the pictures.
Speed: *hands over camera*
Katie: *presses buttons* ...
Anni: *looks over*
Katie: Huh. She has nice breasts.
Anni: Oh yeah, those must be new.
Speed: *frowns, grabs camera* That's where she was shot.
Katie: Relax, we're just teasing you. *smiles* So did you bring me a present?
Speed: The male strippers aren't in until tomorrow.
Katie: *slaps Speed* I meant evidence-wise.
Speed: Oh yeah. *hands over bag*
Katie: *grabs bag* Condoms. Used condoms.
Speed: That's right Double-Oh, happy swabbing.
Katie: Ha ha. *walks over to other end of table*
Anni: I have to get over to the PD, there's some forms I still need to fill out.
Speed: *nods*
Anni: *walks away*
Katie: *swabbing condoms* You know what's great about these?
Speed: *looks through microscope* They're about as disposible as you?
Katie: Funny. I was going for the fact that we're going to get two profiles from these giving us a better idea of who was with whom. It means less interrogations and witness statements which are unreliable. This is pure science.
Speed: Right.
Katie: So where's Calleigh? I tried paging her this morning but she didn't answer.
Speed: Maybe she got busy at a scene.
Katie: She's tagged as being at the lab all day.
Speed: *lifts head, grabs pen* Ask Eric.
Katie: ...Why would Eric know?
Speed: I don't know, why would you ask me?
Katie: You're the only one in the room.
Speed: All the more reason not to ask me anything.
Katie: *rolls eyes*
Horatio's office
Lora: *puts box on desk*
Horatio: What's this?
Lora: I've been doing some investigating of my own. In that box, you will find dirt on every employee in this lab, excluding yours truly.
Horatio: Um...I'm not sure I understand.
Lora: Well I figure if I get there before Stetler, you won't be surprised when you find out how screwed up everyone is. You're always complaining about how Stetler does these biased investigations, well I did my own unbiased version and I have to tell ya, the results are staggering.
Horatio: *opens folder* ...Calleigh and Eric are having an affair.
Lora: Yep.
Horatio: *flips page* Heather and Lilly are competing over Ryan Wolfe.
Lora: Mhm.
Horatio: *turns page* ...Horatio Caine is paying for Anni's medical bills.
Lora: *grabs paper* Uh, that one got mixed in with the wrong...files. You know what, let's just get rid of that. *crams paper into mouth*
Horatio: Lora, you don't need to do this. I'm aware of everything that's happening around my lab, I don't want you spying on everyone and putting it all into public record. If there's a problem, I'll look into it.
Lora: *chewing* But but...I'm supposed to be your partner in justice.
Horatio: Justice outside of the lab. Meaning criminals. Not my staff.
Lora: *frowns* But they're more criminal than the criminals half the time. Did you see what Heather did to Ryan?
Horatio: No more spying.
Lora: ...But that's what I do best.
Horatio: Find another hobby.
Lora: B-
Horatio: No buts.
Lora: Fine. I'll get into..pottery or something gay like that. *walks away*
Horatio: *shakes head*
Restaurant, New York
Fire alarms going off, people scattered all over restaurant; dust settles
Lori: *coughs, brushes glass from head*
Waitress: *crying*
Lori: *looks around*
Waiter: *runs over to Waitress* Are you okay?
Waitress: What happened?
Waiter: I don't know.
Lori: *blinks, wipes dust from eyes*
Waiter: *kneels* Ma'am, are you alright?
Lori: I...I think so. *wipes nose, looks down at hand* Did you see what happened?
Waiter: No, I was serving an elderly couple across the other side of the restaurant when all hell broke loose. Where were you sitting?
Lori: Um...I don't know. What part of the restaurant am I in?
Waiter: You're near the bar. Just opposite the front of the place.
Lori: *nods* That's where I was, near the front. *rubs neck* Oh my God, where's Scott?
Waiter: Who?
Lori: I was with a man, he was sitting with me, I don't know where he is.
Waiter: Okay, what does he look like?
Lori: He's um, a little older than me, tall, brown hair, blue eyes...*looks around* You have to help me find him.
Waiter: Just calm down ma'am. You need to stay put until the paramedics g-
Lori: NO. I have to find him. Scott! *coughs* Scott!
Waiter: *sighs, follows Lori*
Lori: *overturns table*
Waiter: *looks down* Is that him?
Lori: *shakes head* No. *looks around*
Waiter: Oh no. *grabs tiles*
Lori: What?
Waiter: My manager. *covers mouth*
Lori: ...She must have been near the blast.
Waiter: *drops tiles, nods*
Lori: *squints, moves hanging duct* Scott. *crawls over* Scott!
Waiter: *runs over* You found him?
Lori: Yeah. *brushes tiles away* Scott.
Waiter: Is he alive?
Lori: *places finger on Scott's neck* ...Yes. *shakes Scott* Hey, wake up. Scott, wake up. *taps Scott's face* Come on, move, make a sound, anything.
Scott: *groans*
Lori: *sigh* Good. Scott, can you hear me?
Scott: *blinks, coughs* L-Lori.
Lori: *smirks* Yeah. *looks at Waiter* Help me move this garbage.
Waiter: Right. *grabs pieces of wood*
Lori: *pushes large piece of metal, looks down* Can you move?
Scott: *sits up, holds head* Are you alright?
Lori: I'm fine. *brushes glass from Scott's hair* You, on the other hand are bleeding.
Scott: *coughs* What the hell happened?
Lori: I don't know. Can you tell me what day it is?
Scott: What, you want the exact date or the first one that comes to mind?
Lori: This isn't the time to be joking around.
Scott: I don't know what day it is, okay? I just got thrown halfway across a room. Don't expect me to play 20 questions with great accuracy. Besides, when's the last time you actually looked at a calendar.
Lori: Fine, how about a simpler one. Tell me your name.
Scott: *sighs, wipes blood from forehead* Scott.
Lori: Last name too.
Scott: ...
Lori: Um, hello.
Scott: *blinks* Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought.
Lori: Wonderful. Can you stand?
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *grabs Scott's arm*
Scott: *gets to feet, staggers sideways*
Lori: Whoa.
Scott: *holds side* Ugh, Jesus.
Lori: You hit the floor a little harder than you thought too, huh.
Scott: Maybe I'll sit. *sits, leans against overturned table*
Lori: *kneels* You're going to be okay.
Scott: I'm just peachy, you don't seem so sure of yourself right now though.
Lori: Do I look that scared?
Scott: Terrified.
Lori: *tilts head* It's my first explosion.
Scott: *nods*
Waiter: *walks over* The front's blocked by a bunch of debris. We won't be leaving that way.
Lori: What about a back door?
Waiter: It's behind the kitchen, I'll go move some crap.
Lori: Thanks.
Waiter: *walks away*
Scott: *squints, grips side*
Lori: Let me check that.
Scott: I'm fine.
Lori: *lifts Scott's shirt* Maybe...a couple of broken ribs at best. *looks at Scott* You're shivering.
Scott: Super.
Lori: You're going into shock. *looks around, lifts piece of metal, grabs jacket* Here. *covers Scott* Don't move.
Glass pops, breaks; fire breaks out in kitchen
Lori: *lifts head*
Waiter: *runs over*
Lori: You okay?
Waiter: Just a little singed around the edges. Look, there's propane tanks in the kitchen.
Lori: *looks over at kitchen*
Waiter: I don't think we have more than a few minutes. We need to get everyone out the back door.
Lori: *nods* Okay, you grab the waitress, I'll take Scott.
Waiter: Right. *runs across room*
Lori: Scott, we need to go.
Scott: *blinks slowly*
Lori: Scott. *grabs Scott's face* Hey. Stay with me. No, come on. *shakes Scott* Stay awake.
Waiter: *walks over* Hey, let's go.
Lori: Get up, Scott!
Waiter: Just leave him, we have to get out before we all die!
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Waiter: Let's go!
Lori: No! We're going to
drag him out of here if we have to!
Scott: *groans*
Waiter: He'll just slow us down!
Lori: Then I guess we'll just have to see who wins. The bigass fireball or us. *stands* Grab him.
Waiter: Are you insane?
Lori: I can't take him alone.
Waiter: Then you're both dead. *runs out*
Lori: *stares through hallway* ...*looks down, grabs Scott* Get up you SON-OF-A-BITCH! *pounds fists against Scott* GET UP!
Scott: *coughs*
Lori: *drags Scott* UGH!
Scott: *grabs onto floor, props self up, falls*
Lori: Come on, move it!
Scott: *coughing, gets to knees*
Lori: *coughs, grabs Scott by the hair*
Scott: UGH!
Lori: Better. Get your ass moving.
Scott: *grabs Lori, stands*
Lori: *pulls door* ...*yanks door* You have got to be kidding me.
Scott: *blinks*
Lori: *pulling door* Come on, OPEN!
Beam above shakes
Scott: *lifts head*
Beam falls
Scott: Look out! *snatches Lori, pulls her to floor*
Lori: Oof!
Door creaks open
Scott: *pulls door open*
Lori: *stands* Hell of a time to listen to me.
Scott: You only broke 3 more of my ribs. *coughs* Get going.
Lori: *runs*
Scott: *runs*
Restaurant explodes
TBC.................................
