CSISDFlash said:
I agree I think Scott is so much like Speed its scary. OOOH what if he ends up being Speeds long lost son or something! He was from Syracuse you know and his family had money too. Could be from his highschool days with old girlfriend he forgot about! Wouldn't that be wierd!
LOL. Particularily weird for the kiddies. (a.k.a, Lori & Scott) :lol:
^ Yeah, what Jenna said.
Thanks so much for the reviews!
*hugs*
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10am, Hummerhome
Heather: DIE WUBBA! *smashes walls with hammer*
Ryan: *walks over* WHOA WHOA! What are you doing!
Heather: I can't get my virtual map to fit!
Ryan: Maybe that's because the wall is destroyed.
Heather: No no no. I measured it perfectly but for some reason, the math just DOESN'T ADD UP!
Ryan: Have you been here all night?
Heather: Rome wasn't built in a day. And they probably weren't lazy either.
Ryan: Sleeping doesn't make you lazy, it makes you less insane in the morning.
Heather: Be a dear and hold this platform up.
Ryan: *grabs platform*
Heather: NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!
Ryan: HOW IS THERE A WRONG WAY TO HOLD A PIECE OF METAL!
Heather: IT'S NOT METAL, IT'S FIBREGLASS!
Ryan: *drops platform* Forget it.
Heather: OW OW OW MY FOOT! OW!
Ryan: Oh crap! Are you okay?
Heather: YOU JUST BROKE MY FOOT! *hopping up and down*
Ryan: Here, sit.
Heather: *falls over onto couch* OWIE OWIE!
Ryan: Stop it, it's not that bad.
Heather: *starts slapping Ryan* YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!
Ryan: OW OW! STOP!
Heather: YOU RUINER OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND PURE!
Ryan: IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU SUCK!
Heather: GAHHH! *slapping Ryan*
Apartment
Anni: *laughs* Seriously, give me the coffee.
Speed: *smiling* You mean this? *lifts mug*
Anni: Yes that, you little thief.
Speed: *steps closer* Maybe when
someone remembers where they put my keys.
Anni: *smiling* I can't be held liable for any lost or stolen property.
Speed: Mhm, sure. *kisses Anni, hands over mug*
Anni: Why thank you.
Speed: Keys.
Anni: No idea.
Speed: I'm late for work.
Anni: You're always late for work.
Speed: Gee I wonder why.
Katie: *runs in* OH MY GOD! Oh hey, the door's unlocked.
Speed: *lowers head, angry sigh*
Anni: *places hand on Speed's chest*
Speed: *mumbles* I knew one morning alone was too good to be true.
Anni: Sorry.
Katie: *smiles* Heeey what's goin' on here? Are we in close personal spaces here?
Speed: *looks over* Do you ever knock?
Katie: Hardly. You're late for work.
Speed: Nice of you to come all the way down here and tell me but I think I have it covered.
Katie: Huh. You seem...chipper. For real. *gasp* You two totally got nekkid.
Speed: Out.
Katie: You were supposed to help me out. Horatio told you to.
Speed: He also said when I get into work. Not whenever Katie decides to break in.
Katie: I'll be in the hall. *walks away, shuts door*
Anni: You'd better get going.
Speed: What are the odds H will accept my resignation right this second?
Anni: *smiles* Slim to none. Go be a CSI, it's your life.
Speed: My life was just interrupted for that damn job.
Anni: I will still be here when you get back.
Speed: I know
you will.
Anni: Aw someone's worried about getting killed in the line of duty.
Speed: Yeah at the hands of Katie.
Anni: *laughs* Go.
Speed: I'd rather just leave her out in the hall all day.
Anni: Tim, dead people need a voice. They depend on those little swabs and pipets so no more arguing.
Speed: Then give me my keys.
Anni: Hee. I was this close to making you search me for them. *pulls out keys*
Speed: *smirks, grabs keys* See you later.
Anni: Have fun.
Speed: Yeah right. *leaves*
Anni: *shakes head*
Hallway
Katie: Took you long enough.
Speed: Had to find my keys.
Katie: Sooo let me in on all the mushy gushy details.
Speed: No.
Katie: Oh come on, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful, natural thing.
Speed: No.
Katie: *smiles* I guess now that Anni's mind is in tip top shape, her body was soon to follow.
Speed: Don't you ever stop?
Katie: Pretend I'm one of the guys.
Speed: No. *walks down steps*
Katie: *runs* It'll be fun. You tell me all the mistakes you made and I'll laugh and say you're out of practice.
Speed: *laughs*
Katie: I pictured that the other way around but this is neat. You're...I'm not even sure how to describe it. Normal? Accessing the full range of human emotion? It's nice.
Speed: I suppose that's what happens when a marriage actually works between two people.
Katie: HA. Very funny.
Speed: *opens Hummer door*
Katie: *stares at door*
Speed: You're supposed to get in.
Katie: This is weeeeird. You're holding the door open for me.
Speed: Alright fine, don't get in. You could use the exercise.
Katie: *slaps Speed*
Speed: *smiles*
Katie: You're going to shut the door on my head, aren't you.
Speed: I'm thinking about it.
Katie: Thought so. Well it was nice to see a smile anyway, even if it was vindictive. *gets into Hummer*
Speed: *shuts door, walks away*
Inside Hummer
Katie: You know, it doesn't matter what you do or don't tell me, I'm going to hear it from Anni anyway.
Speed: Mhm.
Katie: I'm serious. She tells me everything.
Speed: *slams on breaks*
Katie: *screams, grabs dashboard*
Speed: *staring ahead*
Katie: Wow. That guy totally just blew the red light, did you see that?
Speed: Yep. *turns on lights, steps on gas*
Katie: Uh what are you doing?
Speed: My job.
Katie: Your job is in an air conditioned government building. Call patrol.
Speed: It's a simple traffic stop.
Katie: I've never been to a traffic stop. Well...from the other side anyway.
Speed: Consider this a lesson on people skills.
Katie: *laughs* You're going to teach
me people skills. This'll be a riot. Do you always pull people over?
Speed: Never.
Katie: Oh. Great. Well he's stopping so let the lesson begin.
Speed: *pulls over, turns key*
Katie: *opens door*
Near car
Speed: *walks over, places hand on holster*
Katie: *creeps over* Are you sure this is safe?
Speed: *taps on window*
Window lowers
Speed: *looks into car* Hi. You almost hit my Hummer. You're lucky you weren't blown all the way into your back seat.
Guy: What, the cops drive Hummers now instead of cars?
Speed: License and registration.
Guy: *rolls eyes, reaches for glove box, opens it*
Speed: *pulls out gun* I'm not really in the mood to be shot today so why don't you leave your piece in the glove box and put your hands on the wheel. I'm sure whatever your wallet has stamped on it, your brain can remember. Name.
Guy: *sigh* Bob.
Speed: Do you have a last name, Bob?
Bob: Smith.
Speed: Now
that was original. You could have at least picked something I haven't heard a thousand times.
Bob: My mistake.
Speed: So tell me Mister Smith, what were you doing running a red light?
Bob: I was in a hurry.
Speed: *looks at Katie* He was in a hurry.
Katie: *lifts brow*
Speed: Where are you headed in such a hurry?
Bob: Your mother's house.
Speed: *laughs* It's going to be a long drive. You're heading about 1000 miles in the wrong direction, Bob. Do me a favor and step out of the vehicle.
Bob: Or what?
Speed: You're about to find out and it won't be very fun for you.
Bob: *sighs, opens door*
Speed: *steps back, holsters gun*
Bob: *stands*
Speed: *grabs pen and paper from pocket*
Bob: Who's the whore?
Katie: *frowns*
Speed: *lifts eyes*
Bob: *stares at Speed*
Speed: *smirks*
Bob: ...I'm sorry?
Speed: Good choice,
Bob. *looks down at paper, writes* You are now the lucky owner of a ticket for failing to stop at a controled intersection, a second ticket for that
probably illegal firearm just sunbathing out in the open there and a third ticket for providing the wrong personal information at a traffic stop.
Bob: Gee, anything else officer?
Speed: Detective.
Bob: What's the difference?
Speed: I'm smarter.
Bob: If you're so smart, how are you supposed to give me a ticket if I didn't give you the right name?
Speed: Katie.
Katie: *opens wallet* Bob Taylor.
Speed: Now you have. *rips off tickets* Have a nice day.
Bob: *frowns, snatches tickets, gets into car*
Speed: Drive safe!
Car zooms away
Katie: *stares at Speed*
Speed: *turns around* Ready to go?
Katie: ...
Speed: *steps over to Hummer, wipes hood with elbow* Fuckin' retards. *gets into Hummer, slams door*
Katie: *scratches head* Alright I'm confused. *walks over to Hummer*
Hummerhome
Jenna: ...What happened?
Ryan: I had to tie her up, she wouldn't stop.
Heather: *mumbling*
Ryan: Yeah! And that's where the duct tape is gonna stay!
Jenna: Did you have to tape her to the wall?
Ryan: I was already taping the wall, it just made more sense this way.
Heather: *muffled screams*
Ryan: *smiles* That's right, enjoy the stay, you're going to be here a while.
Jenna: Why didn't you just kick her out?
Ryan: I tried. She just went limp. *looks at Heather* You're so immature.
Heather: *kicking wildly*
Ryan: HA HA! I'm too far away! Na na na na BOOGERS! *sticks tongue out*
Heather: *kicks wall*
Sheets of ceiling tiles fall
Ryan: OW! *holds head*
Heather: *muffled cackles*
Ryan: You're such a b....
Jenna: *places hands on hips*
Heather: *frowning*
Ryan: -oob.
Jenna: She's a boob?
Ryan: Yeah. That's right. You're a giant boob, you hear that? BOOBIES!
Jenna: Maybe we should duct tape
you to the wall too.
Ryan: I've been hanging around Heather too much as it is, don't make me literally hang around her.
Heather: *muffled obscenities*
Ryan: Wha? What was that? I can't HEAR YOU!
Jenna: *rolls eyes*
TBC........................
