Sorry I haven't had a chapter up in a while, I've been a bit er...bogged down with schooling. Heather knows what I'm talking about. :lol: I swear, sometimes I feel like I have an IQ of about 40. :/
*protects Scott from transient toasters*
Thanks so much for the reviews gals, they make getting online such a plus in my day. *sigh*
WickedWitch said:
So what's going on with the Trippy Roadsters?
You, my friend are about to find out. :shifty:
Wow, that sounded so HoCaine. Actually, I'm pretty sure he said that in season 2 minus the 'my friend' part. Okay, apparently it's too early for me to be up in the morning because I'm rambling.
I do that sometimes, don't mind me.
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Hummerhome, CSI Garage
Anni: Hey Ryan?
Ryan: What.
Anni: Can I play with the welder?
Ryan: Uh...no.
Anni: Why not?
Ryan: I don't trust you guys with open flames.
Anni: I promise I won't burn anything down.
Heather: Famous last words.
Anni: HEY. Are you part of the team or not?
Heather: Man, you used to be mature.
Anni: *laughs* No. I used to be fun. Then I got mature when you got here and now I'm fun again. You've yet to witness the awesomeness that is Anni.
Ryan: Could the awesomeness lift her foot? Ryan's hand is bleeding.
Anni: Oh geez. *lifts foot* Sorry. *falls backwards* AH! *slams into air conditioning duct* OWIE! *looks down, flails feet* ...Huh. Somehow I should have seen this coming.
Delko: *walks in, stops* ...I thought Jess was the one to get stuck in everything.
Anni: Don't you even compare her boobs to my butt.
Ryan: Eric, I need you.
Everyone: ...
Ryan: *lifts head* Um...to help me lift this panel.
Anni: How come you didn't ask me to help?
Ryan: Your ass is stuck in the air conditioner.
Anni: So? My feet can act as leverage. *swings out feet*
Ryan: OW! *covers front of jeans*
Anni: Ooh did I get ya?
Ryan: Maybe it would be best if you guys left for a little while.
Heather: *throws toothpicks up at ceiling* Where would we go?
Ryan: Anywhere but here.
Heather: Yeah but it's so much fun irritating you. I want to see that little vein on the side of your neck bulge out.
Ryan: *frowns*
Delko: Hey what does this button do?
Ryan: DON'T TOUCH THAT!
Delko: *wide-eyed*
Ryan: I will NOT have the wrath of Eric Delko circle through the Hummerhome like a broken horseshoe tumbling down an open umbrella underneath a ladder onto a shattered mirror.
Heather: *scrunches nose*
Ryan: What.
Heather: Nothing, I'm just trying to visualize all of that. It's kind of hard.
Anni: Hey you think if I farted into this thing, we'd all explode?
Ryan: GET OUT! GET OUT! *yanks hair, falls to knees*
Heather: Geez, we haven't even gotten started yet.
Ryan: If I hear one more voice,
I'm going to explode.
Anni: Didn't you already explode when you told us to get out?
Ryan: *looks at Anni*
Anni: Alright, someone get me out of here, I don't like the way he's looking at me.
Delko: *grabs Anni, pulls*
Anni: *pops out of air conditioner* WEE! *rubs butt* That's going to leave a very rectangular mark.
Heather: *stands* I just want you to know that if you need any help, I'll be around. All you have to do is page me.
Ryan: I don't need your help.
Heather: Didn't you want to get that panel up?
Ryan: I just want to be left alone with the technology.
Heather: Seems like a pretty depressing existence.
Ryan: Out.
Heather: Fine. *throws toothpick*
Trace lab
Katie: *walks in* Hey, what are you workin' on?
Speed: *lifts head* Do I look old to you?
Katie: *blinks* You mean like Horatio old or The Hef old.
Speed: ...I don't really want to be compared to any of those people.
Katie: Oh, well, in that case, you look fine to me. Why?
Speed: No reason.
Katie: You never ask me personal questions. What's up?
Speed: Nothing. I was just curious.
Katie: *lifts brow* Okay.
Speed: *looks down at table, grabs pen*
Katie: *places hands in pockets*
Speed: Do you like Scott?
Katie: *smiles* Do I ever!
Speed: *frowns* Not like that.
Katie: *shrugs* I guess. He's abnormally polite and has a nice smile. *smiles* And the accent is very hot.
Speed: Alright,
you might be sitting in the gutter but I'm not so hop onto the same page as me.
Katie: *rolls eyes*
Speed: The reason I ask is because the guy's property is involved in an ongoing case and it's not looking so hot for him.
Katie: Really. What happened?
Speed: His car was broken into and there was heroin in the trunk.
Katie: *gasp* Nooooo, no no. *stomps* NO he was a good one too. Aw man.
Speed: The heroin's bunk. It's garbage.
Katie: So?
Speed: So it's looking less like a setup and more like a message.
Katie: Oooh you think he pissed off the wrong person? *sigh* How dangerous.
Speed: Katie, he's a little young for you.
Katie: So? Who says I can't look and drool every once in a while? He's cute and he has money AND he doesn't appear to be psychotic, obsessive, addicted or abusive. OH and he can cook. Stick THAT in your pipet and process it.
Speed: You need to stop coming up with those burns because they're not very good.
Katie: Yeah well come up with a better one and I'll stop. *sigh* I'm so jealous of Lori. How come she gets the good one and I was stuck with y...
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Katie: *scratches head* ...Colton.
Speed: Y-Colton.
Katie: It's a pet name.
Speed: Sure it is.
Katie: *mumbles* Maybe
I should go to rehab.
Speed: *shakes head*
Katie: OH! OH! That reminds me, I have to meet Lori for lunch, she owes me my second-last cheque. You want to tag along?
Speed: No, I have work to do like the rest of society.
Katie: Bah humbug. *walks away*
Restaurant
Katie: *walks in, looks around* Where is that girl?
Scott: *walks over* Katie?
Katie: *wide-eyed* HI! What-what in the heck are you doin' here?
Scott: Lori sent me down here to get the cheque, she's busy in a meeting this afternoon.
Katie: Oh I see, I see. And where um are you seated?
Scott: It was a little out of the way, I'll show you. *walks away*
Katie: *sigh*
Booth
Scott: *smiles* Please, have a seat.
Katie: *smirks* Thanks. *flops into booth*
Scott: *sits*
Katie: *looks around* It's really quiet back here.
Scott: *hands over envelope* I hope this is enough for the month.
Katie: *looks down at table* What? Oh yeah, the money. *grabs envelope, opens it* Looks about right. She's making 3 times what she used to, why doesn't she just give me a lump sum? I mean, you've got more than enough to support her, right?
Scott: She would rather just go with what the court decided. It's simpler that way.
Katie: *smiles* Well I'm all for simplicity.
Waitress: *walks over* Two coffees?
Scott: *nods*
Waitress: *places cups onto table, walks away*
Katie: Wow, you ordered me a coffee?
Scott: You came all the way down here, it's the least I could do.
Katie: *laughs* Nah, you didn't need to do this. I'm the one taking Lori's money, remember? I deserve a kick in the butt, not a free coffee.
Scott: *drinks coffee, stares at Katie*
Katie: *taps on table, scratches head* Wow look at them icy blues just watchin' me and everything.
Scott: Am I making you feel uncomfortable?
Katie: Noooo no of course not. I'm as cool as a cucumber. Well, maybe a pickle.
Scott: *smiles*
Katie: *looks down at table* SO Lori's somethin' isn't she? I bet you get a real kick out of her winning personality. I-I bet you two are INSEPARABLE! You must love her very very very much.
Scott: Are you alright? You look a little...flushed.
Katie: Oh I'm fine, don't you worry about little ol' me. *lifts head* Did you know I have a boyfriend?
Scott: *lifts brow*
Katie: His name's Colton.
Scott: ...Congratulations?
Katie: HA, thanks. He's
great. Although he can get a tad boring. GOSH you should have seen my first marriage, now THAT was entertaining. There was adultery and abuse and and drugs and a lot of traveling to different cities just to get away from the bugger. *laughs* Those were the days. You ever been to Africa?
Scott: *blinks*
Katie: Nevermind. You don't look like the traveling type. That's alright, I much prefer to stay where I'm used to, too. Although it's okay when I'm with a group of people and we're on the ground y'know? *laughs* Never did like flying much, I was always afraid we'd crash into a mountain or a b...ountain. *clears throat* Sorry. No offense meant.
Scott: None taken.
Katie: Ugh, see? That's what's so great about you. You're so...well rounded.
Scott: I appreciate that.
Katie: That's why you and Lori are going to work out so well. She's overly rude and you're overly nice, it'll cancel itself out and you'll be the perfect couple.
Scott: *laughs* That's an interesting way of putting it.
Katie: I mean it too. You two seem to complete each other, it's a rare thing to see.
Scott: *nods*
Katie: I assume you guys are going to get married someday?
Scott: *stares at Katie*
Katie: Oh I'm sorry, I tend to pry a little too much as you probably know.
Scott: It's alright. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure when or if that'll happen.
Katie: Really. You're not ready yet?
Scott: *smirks* Actually, Lori's the one who doesn't seem to be able to make up her mind. One minute she's a locked book, the next, she's picking out flower arrangements.
Katie: *lifts brow* Lori? Picking out flowers? There's a whole other side to her I don't know.
Scott: I don't think she'd really admit it but...she's quite a romantic.
Katie: And here I thought her idea of romance was a machine gun in one hand and someone's head in the other. So no marriage soon, huh.
Scott: There's no reason to rush.
Katie: Yet. What if you knock her up? I heard your family was pretty...traditional if I may put it delicately.
Scott: My family can go to hell.
Katie: *lifts brows*
Scott: To put it delicately.
Katie: Interesting. Well, I should be going. *stands*
Scott: *stands*
Katie: Thanks for the coffee.
Scott: No problem.
Katie: Anyway, uh, BYE! *walks away*
Scott: You forgot your cheque.
Katie: *stops, turns around* So I did. *runs over to booth, grabs cheque* I have it now! Later. *runs off*
Scott:
Strange woman.
TBC.............................