Road Trip! The Final Frontier.
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Guh. Sorry I haven't had an update in a bit. 
Thanks so much for the reviews as always!
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Outside house, 9am
Lori: *walks over, lifts brow*
Scott: *shuts door*
Lori: What the hell is this?
Scott: A new truck.
Lori: Uh yeah I see it's a new truck. Why is it in our driveway?
Scott: Because I don't want you stuck here while I'm at work.
Lori: ...You didn't have to do this. I can take a bus.
Scott: You would rather take a bus?
Lori: I just...don't want this to become habit. I don't want it to seem like I'm only here because you have money.
Scott: Does it seem like that, or is it that?
Lori: I'd be lying if I said your money doesn't factor into anything. The point is, when I look at you, I don't see a giant price tag but my family does. I mean, how much was the truck?
Scott: Ballparking it? ...50k.
Lori: Take the truck back.
Scott: I bought a house, you didn't seem to have a problem with that.
Lori: I'm paying half the bills and we're both utilizing the space. I can't accept a vehicle worth 50 grand.
Scott: So you want to take the bus in protest. Prove to your family that you're not using me. Lori, you didn't ask me to buy you a vehicle, you didn't even hint at it in any way. I was driving your truck when it was pulverized and the insurance paid out on it so I got you a new one. It's not that big a deal.
Lori: My truck was only worth 2 grand at the most and I'd like to earn my way to a new one. I don't want you to just snap your fingers and fix everything for me.
Scott: It's just a truck.
Lori: It's a goal. I'm not like you, Scott. I don't throw around money like it's nothing.
Scott: Nothing, huh. It's just all play money.
Lori: I-
Scott: Why don't you consider who's fronting for your mother in-law's medical bills and prescriptions. Or how about who's paying for Bailey's funeral and Lori's various hospital stays. Gosh it's a lot of fun just throwing my money around like that, I may as well burn it and dance naked around the fire.
Lori: ...I didn't know you were doing that.
Scott: Who do you think was paying for your treatment after the accident and the explosion in New York? The healthcare faeries?
Lori: You didn't have to do that.
Scott: No, I didn't. I could have kept all that money and bought professional hookers and a personal jet.
Lori: *crosses arms* That's not funny.
Scott: I choose not to be some asshole with secret accounts or millions burried underneath the floor boards when I can do something with it that benefits someone else. Maybe that makes me too gullible or even fake in others' eyes but I can't stand to sit by and watch everyone else struggle even after they work their asses off. If you want me to take the truck back, fine. You might not think you deserve it but it was meant to make your life a little easier.
Lori: Whatever happened to used cars?
Scott: The repairs cost more than the vehicle itself. You'll get at least 10 years out of this one.
Lori: Do I really need dual air conditioning and a sunroof?
Scott: It gets hot in Miami.
Lori: How about a 6-stereo Bose system?
Scott: Alright that was a little extravagant but it's a floor model.
Lori: *laughs* Okay, fine, but uh...7 passenger seating?
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Oh no. No no. I agreed on ONE kid.
Scott: Think about this truck as an investment in tomorrow.
Lori: Scott...did you hear what I just said?
Scott: And idling won't really be a big problem because it's Flex-Fuel so it runs on a mixture of 85% ethanol so in the long run, it's cleaner for the environment.
Lori: Where exactly would I be parking that would cause me to burn that much fuel? Soccer practices and drive-thrus?
Scott: See? Now you're thinking.
Lori: *frowns* Scott Finch, you and I need to have a chat.
Scott: Relax, I'm just messing around.
Lori: You know...you could use the truck and I could just take your car to work.
Scott: *laughs* Nice try.
Lori: *grabs keys, steps closer* Now get out of my way, I need to run some errands.
Scott: I thought you didn't want the truck.
Lori: I'm considering it. Every good investment needs to be test-driven.
Scott: Is that how you pick boyfriends too?
Lori: *slaps Scott*
Scott: Ow.
Lori: *opens truck door* Move aside.
CSI Garage, Hummerhome
Heather: *presses buttons*
Ryan: What are you doing?
Heather: Testing the new system.
Ryan: You need a password.
Heather: Oh, what's the password?
Anni: I bet it's Ryan Wolfe.
Heather: *presses buttons*
System beeps
Heather: Nope.
Ryan: I wouldn't use my own name as the passcode, that's ridiculous.
Heather: Then what is it?
Ryan: I'm not telling you, you'll just hack in and screw everything up.
Heather: I promise I won't.
Ryan: Promises mean nothing in this team.
Lora: Can you tell me?
Ryan: I'm ESPECIALLY not telling YOU.
Lora: What damage could I possibly do?
Ryan: You already plugged the toilet.
Lora: I wanted to see how much would fit down there.
Ryan: Well congratulations, your answer is 'not much'.
Anni: How come the Hummerhome has so many bedrooms but only one bathroom?
Everyone: ...
Heather: My first design flaw. I feel so...dirty.
Anni: Oh honey we need to fix this. You cannot expect 8 girls to go on a road trip with only a single bathroom. And well, Eric too. He tends to spend years in there with his hair gel.
Lora: *pressing buttons*
Ryan: *grabs remote* Stop it. You don't know the password.
Lora: Is it Horatio?
Ryan: It's not Horatio.
Lora: Caine?
Ryan: No.
Lora: H?
Ryan: No one sets their password with just one letter.
Lora: ...Ho-Caine?
Ryan: No.
Lora: CaineHoratio?
Ryan: IT'S NOT HORATIO!
Lora: Stetler?
Ryan: You don't need to know the password, Lora so stop it.
Heather: I designed this place, how come I don't get to know it?
Ryan: Because if I limit the amount of people in the system, chances are it won't get everyone trying to customize the settings and blowing the system.
Heather: Come on, you can let me know. I'll keep it secret.
Ryan: I don't trust you.
Anni: *lifts hand* Do you trust ME?
Ryan: I don't trust anyone affiliated with our group.
Lora: You're a nasty little boy, you know that? Where would you be without us?
Ryan: In my house rolling in piles of money.
Lora: What do you roll in right now?
Ryan: Nothing.
Lora: I'll tell ya what I'd like to roll around in-
Heather: Please don't tell us.
Lora: I WASN'T GONNA SAY HORATIO! Geez. *storms off*
Anni: *stands* Alright, I need to get into some air conditioning before I explode. *leaves*
Heather: Okay they're gone, tell me the password.
Ryan: No problem. It's go to Hell.
Heather: *frowns* You're mean.
Lab, hallway
Anni: *runs over* Hey!
Katie: *walking, reading folder* Hey.
Anni: You're actually working? *looks over* And you're actually wearing work clothes. Holy buttermilk pancakes woman, you're lookin' professional.
Katie: I'm trying to add some credibility back to myself.
Anni: *grabs Katie's hair* Nice job with the hair, you're taking after Calleigh.
Katie: *rolls eyes* Well I was kind of tired of people thinking I was here as a visitor or someone accused of a crime. I have a job here, you know.
Anni: And how many murders have you solved lately?
Katie: It takes more than a day to solve a murder.
Anni: So which one are you trying to solve today? *grabs folder*
Katie: Hey!
Anni: Miami highrise murder. Local real estate developer found dead in his kitchen. Wow. Sensational.
Katie: *snatches folder* I know it's not high profile but sometimes regular people die too.
Anni: Regular? Regular would be a family of 5 shot to death in their home. Regular would be a prom queen found in a ditch after a prank gone wrong, this is some rich housing guy in his kitchen. That's like...Miami.
Katie: Well we are in Miami.
Anni: Whatever happened to the little people?
Katie: You mean midgets?
Anni: Now THAT would be an interesting case.
Katie: *waves hand* It's been done.
Anni: You're acting like we're in some crazy parallel universe of television or something.
Katie: I need to get to Trace, are we finished?
Anni: Uh no. You can walk and talk, can't ya?
Katie: *walks away*
Anni: Someone woke up on the wrong side of sunny Miami.
Trace lab
Katie: *walks in* You have my results?
Speed: *staring into microscope, points to table*
Katie: *grabs folder*
Anni: *walks in* You sure walk fast in those heels.
Katie: I'm talented I guess. *opens folder* ...No no no. That's not right.
Speed: GCMS doesn't lie.
Katie: You must have processed this wrong. There's only half a profile here.
Speed: That's what happens when there's not enough of a sample to break it down.
Katie: Then how does this help?
Speed: You find more trace, bring it here and I can process it. Otherwise, find some other evidence that connects you to the killer.
Katie: Our tax dollars are going towards this state of the art lab and for what? Half a profile giving me inconclusive results?
Speed: Look. *lifts head* ...
Katie: *staring at Speed*
Speed: ...I do the best I can. I can't just make evidence appear.
Katie: You sure make it appear when it's your case.
Speed: *nods* Can I let you in on something?
Katie: Go for it.
Speed: You have an unrealistic view of what I can do here. The science is only one part of it and it's not always as available as we'd like. So you can either keep arguing with me over something I can't change or you can go back out there and investigate your case to the best of your abilities. It shouldn't be hard, you're a very smart woman.
Katie: *blinks*
Speed: Will that be all or can I help you with something else?
Katie: *narrows eyes*
Anni: Um...*sings* HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!
Katie/Speed: *look at Anni*
Anni: Thought so.
TBC.......................
Thanks so much for the reviews as always!
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Outside house, 9am
Lori: *walks over, lifts brow*
Scott: *shuts door*
Lori: What the hell is this?
Scott: A new truck.
Lori: Uh yeah I see it's a new truck. Why is it in our driveway?
Scott: Because I don't want you stuck here while I'm at work.
Lori: ...You didn't have to do this. I can take a bus.
Scott: You would rather take a bus?
Lori: I just...don't want this to become habit. I don't want it to seem like I'm only here because you have money.
Scott: Does it seem like that, or is it that?
Lori: I'd be lying if I said your money doesn't factor into anything. The point is, when I look at you, I don't see a giant price tag but my family does. I mean, how much was the truck?
Scott: Ballparking it? ...50k.
Lori: Take the truck back.
Scott: I bought a house, you didn't seem to have a problem with that.
Lori: I'm paying half the bills and we're both utilizing the space. I can't accept a vehicle worth 50 grand.
Scott: So you want to take the bus in protest. Prove to your family that you're not using me. Lori, you didn't ask me to buy you a vehicle, you didn't even hint at it in any way. I was driving your truck when it was pulverized and the insurance paid out on it so I got you a new one. It's not that big a deal.
Lori: My truck was only worth 2 grand at the most and I'd like to earn my way to a new one. I don't want you to just snap your fingers and fix everything for me.
Scott: It's just a truck.
Lori: It's a goal. I'm not like you, Scott. I don't throw around money like it's nothing.
Scott: Nothing, huh. It's just all play money.
Lori: I-
Scott: Why don't you consider who's fronting for your mother in-law's medical bills and prescriptions. Or how about who's paying for Bailey's funeral and Lori's various hospital stays. Gosh it's a lot of fun just throwing my money around like that, I may as well burn it and dance naked around the fire.
Lori: ...I didn't know you were doing that.
Scott: Who do you think was paying for your treatment after the accident and the explosion in New York? The healthcare faeries?
Lori: You didn't have to do that.
Scott: No, I didn't. I could have kept all that money and bought professional hookers and a personal jet.
Lori: *crosses arms* That's not funny.
Scott: I choose not to be some asshole with secret accounts or millions burried underneath the floor boards when I can do something with it that benefits someone else. Maybe that makes me too gullible or even fake in others' eyes but I can't stand to sit by and watch everyone else struggle even after they work their asses off. If you want me to take the truck back, fine. You might not think you deserve it but it was meant to make your life a little easier.
Lori: Whatever happened to used cars?
Scott: The repairs cost more than the vehicle itself. You'll get at least 10 years out of this one.
Lori: Do I really need dual air conditioning and a sunroof?
Scott: It gets hot in Miami.
Lori: How about a 6-stereo Bose system?
Scott: Alright that was a little extravagant but it's a floor model.
Lori: *laughs* Okay, fine, but uh...7 passenger seating?
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Oh no. No no. I agreed on ONE kid.
Scott: Think about this truck as an investment in tomorrow.
Lori: Scott...did you hear what I just said?
Scott: And idling won't really be a big problem because it's Flex-Fuel so it runs on a mixture of 85% ethanol so in the long run, it's cleaner for the environment.
Lori: Where exactly would I be parking that would cause me to burn that much fuel? Soccer practices and drive-thrus?
Scott: See? Now you're thinking.
Lori: *frowns* Scott Finch, you and I need to have a chat.
Scott: Relax, I'm just messing around.
Lori: You know...you could use the truck and I could just take your car to work.
Scott: *laughs* Nice try.
Lori: *grabs keys, steps closer* Now get out of my way, I need to run some errands.
Scott: I thought you didn't want the truck.
Lori: I'm considering it. Every good investment needs to be test-driven.
Scott: Is that how you pick boyfriends too?
Lori: *slaps Scott*
Scott: Ow.
Lori: *opens truck door* Move aside.
CSI Garage, Hummerhome
Heather: *presses buttons*
Ryan: What are you doing?
Heather: Testing the new system.
Ryan: You need a password.
Heather: Oh, what's the password?
Anni: I bet it's Ryan Wolfe.
Heather: *presses buttons*
System beeps
Heather: Nope.
Ryan: I wouldn't use my own name as the passcode, that's ridiculous.
Heather: Then what is it?
Ryan: I'm not telling you, you'll just hack in and screw everything up.
Heather: I promise I won't.
Ryan: Promises mean nothing in this team.
Lora: Can you tell me?
Ryan: I'm ESPECIALLY not telling YOU.
Lora: What damage could I possibly do?
Ryan: You already plugged the toilet.
Lora: I wanted to see how much would fit down there.
Ryan: Well congratulations, your answer is 'not much'.
Anni: How come the Hummerhome has so many bedrooms but only one bathroom?
Everyone: ...
Heather: My first design flaw. I feel so...dirty.
Anni: Oh honey we need to fix this. You cannot expect 8 girls to go on a road trip with only a single bathroom. And well, Eric too. He tends to spend years in there with his hair gel.
Lora: *pressing buttons*
Ryan: *grabs remote* Stop it. You don't know the password.
Lora: Is it Horatio?
Ryan: It's not Horatio.
Lora: Caine?
Ryan: No.
Lora: H?
Ryan: No one sets their password with just one letter.
Lora: ...Ho-Caine?
Ryan: No.
Lora: CaineHoratio?
Ryan: IT'S NOT HORATIO!
Lora: Stetler?
Ryan: You don't need to know the password, Lora so stop it.
Heather: I designed this place, how come I don't get to know it?
Ryan: Because if I limit the amount of people in the system, chances are it won't get everyone trying to customize the settings and blowing the system.
Heather: Come on, you can let me know. I'll keep it secret.
Ryan: I don't trust you.
Anni: *lifts hand* Do you trust ME?
Ryan: I don't trust anyone affiliated with our group.
Lora: You're a nasty little boy, you know that? Where would you be without us?
Ryan: In my house rolling in piles of money.
Lora: What do you roll in right now?
Ryan: Nothing.
Lora: I'll tell ya what I'd like to roll around in-
Heather: Please don't tell us.
Lora: I WASN'T GONNA SAY HORATIO! Geez. *storms off*
Anni: *stands* Alright, I need to get into some air conditioning before I explode. *leaves*
Heather: Okay they're gone, tell me the password.
Ryan: No problem. It's go to Hell.
Heather: *frowns* You're mean.
Lab, hallway
Anni: *runs over* Hey!
Katie: *walking, reading folder* Hey.
Anni: You're actually working? *looks over* And you're actually wearing work clothes. Holy buttermilk pancakes woman, you're lookin' professional.
Katie: I'm trying to add some credibility back to myself.
Anni: *grabs Katie's hair* Nice job with the hair, you're taking after Calleigh.
Katie: *rolls eyes* Well I was kind of tired of people thinking I was here as a visitor or someone accused of a crime. I have a job here, you know.
Anni: And how many murders have you solved lately?
Katie: It takes more than a day to solve a murder.
Anni: So which one are you trying to solve today? *grabs folder*
Katie: Hey!
Anni: Miami highrise murder. Local real estate developer found dead in his kitchen. Wow. Sensational.
Katie: *snatches folder* I know it's not high profile but sometimes regular people die too.
Anni: Regular? Regular would be a family of 5 shot to death in their home. Regular would be a prom queen found in a ditch after a prank gone wrong, this is some rich housing guy in his kitchen. That's like...Miami.
Katie: Well we are in Miami.
Anni: Whatever happened to the little people?
Katie: You mean midgets?
Anni: Now THAT would be an interesting case.
Katie: *waves hand* It's been done.
Anni: You're acting like we're in some crazy parallel universe of television or something.
Katie: I need to get to Trace, are we finished?
Anni: Uh no. You can walk and talk, can't ya?
Katie: *walks away*
Anni: Someone woke up on the wrong side of sunny Miami.
Trace lab
Katie: *walks in* You have my results?
Speed: *staring into microscope, points to table*
Katie: *grabs folder*
Anni: *walks in* You sure walk fast in those heels.
Katie: I'm talented I guess. *opens folder* ...No no no. That's not right.
Speed: GCMS doesn't lie.
Katie: You must have processed this wrong. There's only half a profile here.
Speed: That's what happens when there's not enough of a sample to break it down.
Katie: Then how does this help?
Speed: You find more trace, bring it here and I can process it. Otherwise, find some other evidence that connects you to the killer.
Katie: Our tax dollars are going towards this state of the art lab and for what? Half a profile giving me inconclusive results?
Speed: Look. *lifts head* ...
Katie: *staring at Speed*
Speed: ...I do the best I can. I can't just make evidence appear.
Katie: You sure make it appear when it's your case.
Speed: *nods* Can I let you in on something?
Katie: Go for it.
Speed: You have an unrealistic view of what I can do here. The science is only one part of it and it's not always as available as we'd like. So you can either keep arguing with me over something I can't change or you can go back out there and investigate your case to the best of your abilities. It shouldn't be hard, you're a very smart woman.
Katie: *blinks*
Speed: Will that be all or can I help you with something else?
Katie: *narrows eyes*
Anni: Um...*sings* HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!
Katie/Speed: *look at Anni*
Anni: Thought so.
TBC.......................
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
He,he...snuggles Scott. Smart man. Go get em. Make it nine for a whole team:guffaw:I'm with you all the way.
**Giggle, snort**:lol: Tries to remember back to younger days:lol:
Nasty little boy:devil:
Aww..I needed a good read. Thanks Geni. I know I don't always comment. But I'm always reading.
Update again soon.
Anni Grey
Coroner
Loved the update, Geni! Especially the Lori and Scott moment. It was a breath of fresh air for Scott to explain to Lori that it's okay to accept gifts- especially if they are from the guy she wants to have a baby with. Shocking to know that he's the one footing Anni's med bills and that he's been doing so for Lori since New York. That Scott's an alright dude. It was cute how he teased her with the amount of children they were going to have. I could just see Lori having a coronary...
Ryan's got a point, and he's right to keep the password away. Although, unless it's a damned good one, his goose is cooked. Somehow, someway, the ladies of the RT are gonna find out what it is. And then...well...you can almost figure out the results of that.
Katie and Speed...another row? Leave it to Anni to provide the comic relief though...lol
Great update!
Ryan's got a point, and he's right to keep the password away. Although, unless it's a damned good one, his goose is cooked. Somehow, someway, the ladies of the RT are gonna find out what it is. And then...well...you can almost figure out the results of that.
Katie and Speed...another row? Leave it to Anni to provide the comic relief though...lol
Great update!
CSISDFlash
Pathologist
Great update I love speed !!!!!
hahaha Lori and Scott's convo was awesome! <3
hahaha Ryan <3
and not another arguement between Katie and Speed, hahaha Anni is <3
Great update Geni!
hahaha Ryan <3
and not another arguement between Katie and Speed, hahaha Anni is <3
Great update Geni!
racefh853629
Pathologist
:lol:
You know, you just made my day with this. Seriously. I wasn't having a good day, and then I read this, and it made me smile. I thank you for that.
I loved the part about the midgets, too. I thought that was hysterical. :lol: :lol:
Awesome job!
You know, you just made my day with this. Seriously. I wasn't having a good day, and then I read this, and it made me smile. I thank you for that.
I loved the part about the midgets, too. I thought that was hysterical. :lol: :lol:
Awesome job!
Guh, sorry I haven't had an update in a few days. >.<
Aw I made someone's day, that just made my day. :adore:
Thanks so much for the reviews y'all, I should have another chapter up in the next couple of hours. (ideally)
ETA: I'm back--sooner than I thought. :lol:
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Sidestreet, Miami
Katie: *closes car door* You sure this is the right place?
Speed: You wanted help navigating so I navigated. How did you ever get to the crime scene in the first place?
Katie: PD drove me.
Speed: I didn't realize they did that.
Katie: *smiles* Depends how you ask. You sure volunteered to help, I must have a way with men.
Speed: Yeah especially when you threaten to neuter them. I don't think my wife would appreciate that.
Katie: Pfft, it's not like you'll be having any more children in this lifetime. *looks down street* Speaking of your children. *points*
Speed: *looks down street*
Katie: That's Lori, right? Near that shiny big truck.
Speed: Uh yeah, looks like it.
Katie: Wow. That's the first time I've seen her wear...a dark solid colour in a long time. I was starting to get used to her wearing pink and white. I was so sure she was going to dye her hair blonde and get a manicure.
Speed: Why don't you go upstairs and I'll go talk to her.
Katie: No. You always get the fun jobs. How about you go back to my crime scene and look around while I interrogate her on her choice of denim and leather.
Speed: Go.
Katie: *narrows eyes* Fine but you have to tell me everything. *walks away*
Near truck
Speed: *walks over* Lori.
Lori: *spins around* Hi! What are you doin' here?
Speed: Helping out on a case. And the reason you're in a heavy drug area...
Lori: I actually hadn't noticed. My pharmacy's down the street.
Speed: Pharmacy.
Lori: *smiles* Yes, it's a building with people behind a counter wearing white coats. I was picking up a prescription.
Speed: Prescription for what?
Lori: *pulls paper out of pocket* Symbicort.
Speed: Isn't that for asthma?
Lori: Yes.
Speed: You don't have asthma.
Lori: No, I don't. It's Scott's prescription, I was picking it up for him.
Speed: He's got lung problems?
Lori: I know you're his biggest fan but he's fine. Anyway, I have to get going, is there something you needed?
Speed: No. Just wanted to see why you were in the area.
Lori: *smirks* You're never going to stop looking over my shoulder, are ya.
Speed: I want to.
Lori: Maybe you should try it out and see how it goes. Otherwise you might be tailing me forever making sure I don't trip over the cracks of life. *opens truck door* See you around. *gets in, turns on engine*
Hummerhome, middle of floor
Heather: ARG! *slams remote onto floor*
Anni: Having trouble? *walks over*
Heather: Ryan's stupid password is SO STUPID! I've put in every word and every combination of words that I could think of that he might think of and I can't figure it out. He completely took over my project and he won't even give me the effin' password. What a bum.
Anni: He didn't write the password on the back?
Heather: ...
Anni: *looks down at remote*
Heather: Nah, you don't think he's that stupid, right?
Anni: Well...I'd suspect as much from Eric but I'm not sure about Ryan.
Heather: *picks up remote* Should I?
Anni: You've been waiting this long.
Heather: *slowly turns remote over*
Anni: Does it have the password?
Heather: ...I don't know. Unless Toshiba is the password.
Anni: Try it.
Heather: *presses buttons*
System beeps
Heather: YES! *jumps up* I GOT IT! YES! YES!
Outside Hummerhome
Colton: *lifts head*
Jenna: *looks over*
Inside Hummerhome
Heather: GOD YES! I AM THE QUEEN! YES! YEEEEESSSSS!
Outside Hummerhome
Colton: Seems like she's enjoying herself.
Jenna: Geez, what did Anni to do her?
Colton: Mmm naked pillow fight.
Jenna: What?
Colton: Huh? What? Nothing. Stop hearing voices.
Jenna: *narrows eyes* You're such a man.
Colton: I'll take that as a compliment.
Inside Hummerhome
Heather: Now to re-program everything.
Anni: The system seems fine the way it is to me.
Heather: Ah to the regular Jane but you're not a geek like me thus you have little comprehension as to how the way Ryan input the information simply doesn't work.
Anni: *nods slowly* And why doesn't it work?
Heather: Because I didn't do it. *pressing buttons*
Anni: You're both geeks. *walks away*
Heather: ...Yes and that's why we're meant for each other!
Outside Hummerhome
Anni: Hey what are you guys up to?
Jenna: Colton's fantasizing about naked pillow fights.
Anni: OH can we have one? That seems like SO MUCH FUN!
Colton: Man am I ever dating the wrong woman.
Anni: Katie doesn't go for pillow fights?
Colton: No but she does do a lot of things naked. Like vacuuming the house and...gardening.
Anni: Outside?
Colton: She clearly doesn't understand the term 'indecent exposure'. She doesn't look all that indecent though so she probably got confused.
Jenna: What would our world be like if clothes were never invented?
Everyone: *shivers*
Hummerhome lifts into the air, slams into the ceiling
Jenna: *looks over* What the hell?
Heather: *opens door, looks down* Oops. I guess the hydraulics aren't quite finished yet.
Colton: What in Jesus H Christ do you need hydraulics for?
Heather: In case of flooding.
Colton: Where are you planning on taking us? The middle of the Atlantic?
Heather: It's not out of the question. Plus if the traffic gets bad, we can just drive over people's cars to get past them. Hey you think this would be a good idea to install into cop cars and fire trucks?
Colton: One retarded innovation at a time.
Heather: Don't you call my innovation retarded boy! *throws remote*
Remote hits Colton in the head
Colton: OW!
Hummerhome falls
Heather: *screams*
Colton: Serves you right. You messed up my hair.
Anni: *walks over to chart* Days without an accident? Zero. *flips chart*
Jenna: Just keep it that way, it'll save you the time.
Office building
Scott: *walks into office, stops* ...Jeanine!
Jeanine: *runs over* Yes sir?
Scott: It looks like a bomb went off in here.
Jeanine: Um...well that's actually half right.
Scott: Explain.
Jeanine: Uh well the guys were on their break watchin' sports and the Dolphins won the game so they got a wee bit excited and decided to throw a smallish party.
Scott: In my office.
Jeanine: That's where they were keeping the fireworks.
Scott: ...Fireworks.
Jeanine: Very...very small fireworks. *nervous laugh* Some of the guys felt a little bad about breaking the windows so they left a parachute in here for you.
Scott: *staring at Jeanine*
Jeanine: It was Phil's idea.
Scott: PHIL!
Jeanine: *flinches*
Phil: *walks in* Yeah boss?
Scott: *picks up parachute*
Phil: HA! You found it!
Scott: I suspect you think this was very clever.
Phil: *smiling* A couple of us did an employment check on you. And since you're in department 7, we got a new nickname for ya. 7/11, what do you think? *laughs* Get it? It's like 9-
Scott: I got it. *places parachute onto desk*
Phil: It was either that or Black Lung so I'm glad the vote went my way.
Scott: You had a vote, huh.
Phil: Oh yeah everyone voted.
Jeanine: *lifts hand* Um, I didn't vote. I thought it was childish and unprofessional.
Phil: Shut up Jeanine, or we'll give you a nickname. I see the words 'fatso' in your future.
Jeanine: *frowns* I'm not fat.
Phil: I think we'll let Jenny Craig decide that.
Jeanine: I'll have you know, I just lost 40 pounds.
Phil: You need to lose about 40 more and maybe we'll start inviting you to the Christmas parties.
Jeanine: ...That's why I wasn't invited to the Christmas party last year? John said it was because of the fire code.
Phil: *laughs* Yeah, you wouldn't fit through the door.
Scott: Enough. You want to play these immature games? Fine, do it on your own time but as long as you're in this building, you're going to be respectful to your fellow co-workers. Otherwise your nickname will be 'unemployed'. Got it?
Phil: Alright.
Scott: Go do your job, the party's over.
Phil: *walks away*
Jeanine: You look a little tired, are you sure you should be back?
Scott: *looks at Jeanine*
Jeanine: Uh well, I uh, I didn't mean to say that you look bad or anything. Actually, I think you're quite attractive. OH WAIT no, no that sounded horrible, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to suggest that I find you attractive in any way, just that some people might. You know, people who aren't under you-oh geez I mean work under you. *covers eyes* I'm so fired, aren't I.
Scott: *smiles*
Jeanine: *uncovers eyes* ...Right?
Scott: Your report isn't going to get finished while you're standing here.
Jeanine: I'll get right on it! *runs away*
Scott: *looks down at desk, sighs*
TBC...........................
Aw I made someone's day, that just made my day. :adore:
Thanks so much for the reviews y'all, I should have another chapter up in the next couple of hours. (ideally)
ETA: I'm back--sooner than I thought. :lol:
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Sidestreet, Miami
Katie: *closes car door* You sure this is the right place?
Speed: You wanted help navigating so I navigated. How did you ever get to the crime scene in the first place?
Katie: PD drove me.
Speed: I didn't realize they did that.
Katie: *smiles* Depends how you ask. You sure volunteered to help, I must have a way with men.
Speed: Yeah especially when you threaten to neuter them. I don't think my wife would appreciate that.
Katie: Pfft, it's not like you'll be having any more children in this lifetime. *looks down street* Speaking of your children. *points*
Speed: *looks down street*
Katie: That's Lori, right? Near that shiny big truck.
Speed: Uh yeah, looks like it.
Katie: Wow. That's the first time I've seen her wear...a dark solid colour in a long time. I was starting to get used to her wearing pink and white. I was so sure she was going to dye her hair blonde and get a manicure.
Speed: Why don't you go upstairs and I'll go talk to her.
Katie: No. You always get the fun jobs. How about you go back to my crime scene and look around while I interrogate her on her choice of denim and leather.
Speed: Go.
Katie: *narrows eyes* Fine but you have to tell me everything. *walks away*
Near truck
Speed: *walks over* Lori.
Lori: *spins around* Hi! What are you doin' here?
Speed: Helping out on a case. And the reason you're in a heavy drug area...
Lori: I actually hadn't noticed. My pharmacy's down the street.
Speed: Pharmacy.
Lori: *smiles* Yes, it's a building with people behind a counter wearing white coats. I was picking up a prescription.
Speed: Prescription for what?
Lori: *pulls paper out of pocket* Symbicort.
Speed: Isn't that for asthma?
Lori: Yes.
Speed: You don't have asthma.
Lori: No, I don't. It's Scott's prescription, I was picking it up for him.
Speed: He's got lung problems?
Lori: I know you're his biggest fan but he's fine. Anyway, I have to get going, is there something you needed?
Speed: No. Just wanted to see why you were in the area.
Lori: *smirks* You're never going to stop looking over my shoulder, are ya.
Speed: I want to.
Lori: Maybe you should try it out and see how it goes. Otherwise you might be tailing me forever making sure I don't trip over the cracks of life. *opens truck door* See you around. *gets in, turns on engine*
Hummerhome, middle of floor
Heather: ARG! *slams remote onto floor*
Anni: Having trouble? *walks over*
Heather: Ryan's stupid password is SO STUPID! I've put in every word and every combination of words that I could think of that he might think of and I can't figure it out. He completely took over my project and he won't even give me the effin' password. What a bum.
Anni: He didn't write the password on the back?
Heather: ...
Anni: *looks down at remote*
Heather: Nah, you don't think he's that stupid, right?
Anni: Well...I'd suspect as much from Eric but I'm not sure about Ryan.
Heather: *picks up remote* Should I?
Anni: You've been waiting this long.
Heather: *slowly turns remote over*
Anni: Does it have the password?
Heather: ...I don't know. Unless Toshiba is the password.
Anni: Try it.
Heather: *presses buttons*
System beeps
Heather: YES! *jumps up* I GOT IT! YES! YES!
Outside Hummerhome
Colton: *lifts head*
Jenna: *looks over*
Inside Hummerhome
Heather: GOD YES! I AM THE QUEEN! YES! YEEEEESSSSS!
Outside Hummerhome
Colton: Seems like she's enjoying herself.
Jenna: Geez, what did Anni to do her?
Colton: Mmm naked pillow fight.
Jenna: What?
Colton: Huh? What? Nothing. Stop hearing voices.
Jenna: *narrows eyes* You're such a man.
Colton: I'll take that as a compliment.
Inside Hummerhome
Heather: Now to re-program everything.
Anni: The system seems fine the way it is to me.
Heather: Ah to the regular Jane but you're not a geek like me thus you have little comprehension as to how the way Ryan input the information simply doesn't work.
Anni: *nods slowly* And why doesn't it work?
Heather: Because I didn't do it. *pressing buttons*
Anni: You're both geeks. *walks away*
Heather: ...Yes and that's why we're meant for each other!
Outside Hummerhome
Anni: Hey what are you guys up to?
Jenna: Colton's fantasizing about naked pillow fights.
Anni: OH can we have one? That seems like SO MUCH FUN!
Colton: Man am I ever dating the wrong woman.
Anni: Katie doesn't go for pillow fights?
Colton: No but she does do a lot of things naked. Like vacuuming the house and...gardening.
Anni: Outside?
Colton: She clearly doesn't understand the term 'indecent exposure'. She doesn't look all that indecent though so she probably got confused.
Jenna: What would our world be like if clothes were never invented?
Everyone: *shivers*
Hummerhome lifts into the air, slams into the ceiling
Jenna: *looks over* What the hell?
Heather: *opens door, looks down* Oops. I guess the hydraulics aren't quite finished yet.
Colton: What in Jesus H Christ do you need hydraulics for?
Heather: In case of flooding.
Colton: Where are you planning on taking us? The middle of the Atlantic?
Heather: It's not out of the question. Plus if the traffic gets bad, we can just drive over people's cars to get past them. Hey you think this would be a good idea to install into cop cars and fire trucks?
Colton: One retarded innovation at a time.
Heather: Don't you call my innovation retarded boy! *throws remote*
Remote hits Colton in the head
Colton: OW!
Hummerhome falls
Heather: *screams*
Colton: Serves you right. You messed up my hair.
Anni: *walks over to chart* Days without an accident? Zero. *flips chart*
Jenna: Just keep it that way, it'll save you the time.
Office building
Scott: *walks into office, stops* ...Jeanine!
Jeanine: *runs over* Yes sir?
Scott: It looks like a bomb went off in here.
Jeanine: Um...well that's actually half right.
Scott: Explain.
Jeanine: Uh well the guys were on their break watchin' sports and the Dolphins won the game so they got a wee bit excited and decided to throw a smallish party.
Scott: In my office.
Jeanine: That's where they were keeping the fireworks.
Scott: ...Fireworks.
Jeanine: Very...very small fireworks. *nervous laugh* Some of the guys felt a little bad about breaking the windows so they left a parachute in here for you.
Scott: *staring at Jeanine*
Jeanine: It was Phil's idea.
Scott: PHIL!
Jeanine: *flinches*
Phil: *walks in* Yeah boss?
Scott: *picks up parachute*
Phil: HA! You found it!
Scott: I suspect you think this was very clever.
Phil: *smiling* A couple of us did an employment check on you. And since you're in department 7, we got a new nickname for ya. 7/11, what do you think? *laughs* Get it? It's like 9-
Scott: I got it. *places parachute onto desk*
Phil: It was either that or Black Lung so I'm glad the vote went my way.
Scott: You had a vote, huh.
Phil: Oh yeah everyone voted.
Jeanine: *lifts hand* Um, I didn't vote. I thought it was childish and unprofessional.
Phil: Shut up Jeanine, or we'll give you a nickname. I see the words 'fatso' in your future.
Jeanine: *frowns* I'm not fat.
Phil: I think we'll let Jenny Craig decide that.
Jeanine: I'll have you know, I just lost 40 pounds.
Phil: You need to lose about 40 more and maybe we'll start inviting you to the Christmas parties.
Jeanine: ...That's why I wasn't invited to the Christmas party last year? John said it was because of the fire code.
Phil: *laughs* Yeah, you wouldn't fit through the door.
Scott: Enough. You want to play these immature games? Fine, do it on your own time but as long as you're in this building, you're going to be respectful to your fellow co-workers. Otherwise your nickname will be 'unemployed'. Got it?
Phil: Alright.
Scott: Go do your job, the party's over.
Phil: *walks away*
Jeanine: You look a little tired, are you sure you should be back?
Scott: *looks at Jeanine*
Jeanine: Uh well, I uh, I didn't mean to say that you look bad or anything. Actually, I think you're quite attractive. OH WAIT no, no that sounded horrible, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to suggest that I find you attractive in any way, just that some people might. You know, people who aren't under you-oh geez I mean work under you. *covers eyes* I'm so fired, aren't I.
Scott: *smiles*
Jeanine: *uncovers eyes* ...Right?
Scott: Your report isn't going to get finished while you're standing here.
Jeanine: I'll get right on it! *runs away*
Scott: *looks down at desk, sighs*
TBC...........................
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CSISDFlash
Pathologist
Great update, please hurry wih another!
Have you been watching to many cartoons? Wasn't their one with a train that raises up so it goes over another train comming down the tracks maybe a old Mickey Mouse cartoon or something like that?
Anywho thats what the quoate about getting stuck in traffic and driving over the other cars reminded me of! LoL!
Have you been watching to many cartoons? Wasn't their one with a train that raises up so it goes over another train comming down the tracks maybe a old Mickey Mouse cartoon or something like that?
Anywho thats what the quoate about getting stuck in traffic and driving over the other cars reminded me of! LoL!
LOL, great update Geni!
Hurry up with the next!
Hurry up with the next!
Anni Grey
Coroner
Hahaha...The password was on the back of the remote?! That's a new one :guffaw: And now that they have control over the Hummerhome...who here thinks all hell's about to break loose? *raises hand*
Lori's going to prove them all wrong! She's going to thrive and be sucessful and love! ( Yes, I just had one of those moments). I just really hope that everything goes well for her.
Scott's a bit on edge, but understandably so. And his office personnel- just when did he allow the circus to take over?:wtf:
Excellent update!
Lori's going to prove them all wrong! She's going to thrive and be sucessful and love! ( Yes, I just had one of those moments). I just really hope that everything goes well for her.
Scott's a bit on edge, but understandably so. And his office personnel- just when did he allow the circus to take over?:wtf:
Excellent update!
CSISDFlash
Pathologist
Hey at least Speed is trying to be a little kinder to Lori, and he sorta playing the concerned Father roll at least. I was supprised he didn't ask about the new Ride Lori was sporting around.
Heather is about to bust it wide open now that she has controll over the Hummerhome. Can't wait to see where they head out to on their Roadtrip.
Heather is about to bust it wide open now that she has controll over the Hummerhome. Can't wait to see where they head out to on their Roadtrip.
HellsBells
Tormenting Camp Counselors
Hydrolics? Can anyone say "Pimp my Hummerhome?" Although that would be cool during traffic. I can just see cop cars going OVER the traffic. People looking up going Oo WHAT THE?
Lori suspiciously in a High Drug Traffic area? Wearing her old clothes? I, for one do not believe that pharmacy bull. Walgreens is on every corner, so I'm sure that somethings up. *is suspicious of Lori*
Awesome updates. Can't wait to read more. <3
Lori suspiciously in a High Drug Traffic area? Wearing her old clothes? I, for one do not believe that pharmacy bull. Walgreens is on every corner, so I'm sure that somethings up. *is suspicious of Lori*
Awesome updates. Can't wait to read more. <3
Jenna_Caine
Police Officer
Lol, leave it to Jenna to wonder about clothes never invented... XD :guffaw:
Great job! And I'm gonna be keeping my eye on Lori... *sweatdrop* I'm not too sure WHAT I believe when it comes to her... Lol
Great job! And I'm gonna be keeping my eye on Lori... *sweatdrop* I'm not too sure WHAT I believe when it comes to her... Lol
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