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Hummerhome, 7am
Katie: AGH! *holding knee* I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SHOT ME!
Delko: I thought you were a burglar!
Katie: AT 7 IN THE MORNING? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY?
Delko: Everyone else is at the restaurant down the road! How was I supposed to know it was you!
Katie: YOU SHOT ME!
Delko: Reflex!
Speed: Guys, calm down.
Katie: HE SHOT ME!
Speed: He grazed you.
Katie: HE SHOT ME!
Speed: *angry sigh* Hold still.
Katie: Would YOU have shot me?
Speed: You weren't exactly announcing your presence.
Katie: I don't have to. I trust you guys enough NOT TO SHOOT ME! On second thought, maybe I shouldn't put any trust in you guys AT ALL.
Speed: Stop screaming.
Katie: HE SHOT ME!
Delko: Grazed you.
Katie: IT HURTS DAMNIT!
Speed: *cuts Katie's jeans*
Katie: What the HELL are you doing?
Speed: I need to get to the wound. Unless you'd rather call the paramedics.
Katie: No.
Speed: *grabs cloth, places it on Katie's leg*
Katie: OW! GOD DAMNIT! GAH!
Speed: Would you stop it? You're acting like a 3-year old.
Delko: With a mouth like a sailor.
Katie: You evil little man. I hope you get run over by a Pepsi truck.
Delko: Why not Coke?
Katie: I don't like Coke.
Delko: I like Coke.
Katie: Coke is stupid.
Delko: It's better than Pepsi.
Katie: It is not.
Delko: Is too.
Katie: Is not.
Delko: Is too.
Katie: IS NOT!
Delko: IS TOO!
Katie: IS NOT GOD DAMNIT!
Speed: Enough. Both of you.
Katie: Can't believe he shot me.
Delko: Didn't shoot you.
Katie: Oh they call it something else in...whatever state we're in?
Speed: Arizona.
Katie: ARIZONA! Wait, how did we end up in Arizona? Is that why you're all sweaty? You really shouldn't wear a black dress shirt in 90 degree weather.
Speed: *frowning*
Katie: It's not a gross sweaty, it's actually a pretty hot sweaty.
Speed: *tapes Katie's leg*
Katie: OWOWOW!
Speed: Eric, give us a minute.
Delko: Why?
Speed: Because I find it weird that you're watching.
Delko: It's not like she's naked.
Speed: Out.
Delko: Ugh fine. *walks away*
Speed: I assume you brought more than one pair of jeans with you.
Katie: I'll go change into them. Thanks. *stands, grabs onto Speed* Oof. Sorry.
Speed: It's okay. *stands, grabs Katie's hand*
Katie: *nods* I'll be right back. *walks into room*
Speed: *walks over to fridge, opens it*
Ryan: *runs in* Have you seen Horatio's wallet? He's been looking everywhere.
Speed: I heard something about Heather and Eric plotting to take it, you might want to start the interrogations there.
Ryan: Yeah. Thanks, I'll go grill Heather. I swear, Horatio's going to break down and cry someday because of them. *walks away*
Katie: *walks over* Oh cold beer just for me?
Speed: Actually, n-
Katie: *grabs beer, smiles* Thought you weren't drinking anymore.
Speed: Seeing you makes me want to drink.
Katie: Aw someone's grumpy. Must be all that hot weather.
Speed: No really, it was so nice not having you here. Did you know that while you were gone, no one got hurt?
Katie: *lifts brow* Then what the hell did you guys do while I was gone? Play Travel Scrabble?
Speed: We had fun, connected, displayed a real family spirit and then cooked some smores.
Katie: Cute.
Speed: No really. We're all a lot closer.
Katie: I highly doubt I've been the one keeping everyone apart.
Speed: You'd be surprised.
Katie: TIM! *slaps Speed*
Speed: *grabs beer* So how's Scott?
Katie: Fine. As is Lori.
Speed: *opens beer* Mhm.
Katie: You know, your daughter...flesh and blood...responsible adult with a high paying job?
Speed: Doesn't sound familiar.
Katie: *rolls eyes* You know who you should be mad at? Be mad at Scott. He knocked up your little girl. God, I swear you're completely backwards.
Speed: *drinks beer*
Katie: You were a lot less mad at her when she was messed up. Now that she's doing well, you aren't speaking to her.
Speed: Do you have anything else to talk about?
Katie: You need to fix this.
Speed: Fix what? She hasn't exactly reached out either.
Katie: That's because she's afraid of you.
Speed: *scoffs* Right.
Katie: She is. I don't think you realize she's not the fearless, reckless attitude-driven monster woman from before. She's calmed down quite a bit, she's really very sweet and soft-hearted.
Speed: And Elvis lives.
Katie: I'm serious. She's completely different. Well, okay, she still has a tongue on her but she's usually pretty respectful and I'm tellin' you, she's scared to death that you're going to scream at her or abandon her completely. Go to Miami, just for a few days.
Speed: No.
Katie: You need to see her, it would be good for the both of you.
Speed: You know why I'm out in Arizona? Because I'm not in Miami. I like it out here. There's no Lori.
Katie: *lifts keys* If all else fails, you can have a beer with Scott.
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Please?
Speed: No.
Katie: Pretty please? Cherries on top? Chocolate sprinkles on the side?
Speed: No.
Katie: Fine, you'll be stuck here with me for the next...wait, how long are we going to be out here? Month? Whew, a month with me in close quarters.
Speed: *grabs keys* See you in a few days.
Katie: *smiles* Excellent.
Speed: *leaves*
Katie: BAHA! I WIN!
Restaurant, down the road
Horatio: *looks under booth* Seriously guys, this isn't funny.
Ryan: I've been looking everywhere H, your wallet's gone.
Horatio: That's impossible. Unless someone grabbed it from my pocket, it should be in this building.
Ryan: I already asked Heather and Eric and th-
Horatio: Wait, why would you be asking Heather and Eric about my wallet?
Ryan: Uh...because they were plotting to take it.
Horatio: Do they have it?
Ryan: They say no but I don't think they were telling the truth.
Horatio: So you were going to make me stay on my hands and knees all day looking for my wallet instead of telling me they were plotting to steal it.
Ryan: But I just told you.
Horatio: About an hour too late. They could have done anything with it by now. *stands* Okay Mister Wolfe, here's the plan.
Motel room, across the street
Delko: You call the hooker?
Heather: Yep.
Delko: *laughs* You pre-paid with a credit card?
Heather: Hey gotta use this thing sometime. Horatio needs to get out more often. His bank statement is going to paint him as one of the most exciting crime lab supervisors in the country. Or...maybe one of the most sleezy. I can't decide which.
Delko: What are we supposed to do when the hooker gets here?
Heather: Hide in the shower.
Delko: Naturally.
Bar
Anni: *drinks beer*
Katie: *walks over, sits*
Anni: *smiles* Hey I heard Eric shot you.
Katie: I don't know why Horatio lets Eric have a gun.
Anni: He'd probably throw a tantrum if he didn't get one.
Katie: *nods* So Speed was telling me how close everyone became while I was gone.
Anni: Really?
Katie: Yeah apparently the team gets along better without me.
Anni: *laughs* I think he was pulling your leg. Eric set Ryan's pants on fire because he was lying about stealing Eric's eyelash curler.
Katie: Eric has an eyelash curler?
Anni: What's more disturbing is Ryan was the one who stole it.
Katie: What's the point in lying to me about it then? It's not a big deal.
Anni: He likes to tease you.
Katie: I know and I keep telling him to stop it. When we were married, he didn't tease me as much. Sorry, I know you hate it when I bring up the whole marriage thing.
Anni: Nah it's all right. No point in denying you guys had a thing.
Katie: I hear you two are getting along great now.
Anni: *smiles*
Katie: *rolls eyes*
Anni: *slaps Katie* Oh hush.
Katie: *laughs*
Anni: I heard you sent him to Miami.
Katie: Yep. He needs to learn to play well with others.
Anni: Isn't Lori doing well though?
Katie: Yeah so I don't know why Speed has a problem with her. He hasn't told you anything?
Anni: He doesn't talk about her. It's like he'd rather soon forget she ever existed. But you know, it's not necessarily a bad thing. Lori's an adult and she's doing well on her own and maybe he wants to continue living his life instead of keeping an eye on hers.
Katie: Maybe. He could still call her once in a while.
Anni: Well you know him.
Katie: *scoffs* Yeah. Stubborn as hell.
TBC.........................
