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Thanks for the reviews! (And racefh! Your one-shots are back! I need to check them out)
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Miami, Bank of America Tower, 9am
Scott: *leaning on counter* Yes, I had an account here 9 months ago.
Woman: *typing* It looks like you closed it.
Scott: Yeah I moved back to Manhattan.
Woman: And what's your interest in re-opening an account here?
Scott: ...Well I live
here now.
Woman: In Miami?
Scott: Yes.
Woman: You don't live in Manhattan.
Scott: No.
Woman: It says here you live in Manhattan. 400 East 70th Street.
Scott: *places paper onto counter* This is my new address.
Woman: *grabs paper* This is Coconut Grove. It's not Manhattan.
Scott: *smiles* I don't live in Manhattan anymore.
Woman: That's not what the computer says.
Scott: That's why I'm here. I've moved and I need to transfer my accounts.
Woman: You moved to Manhattan?
Scott: *looks down at counter* I moved to Miami.
Woman: We're
in Miami.
Scott: Yes. We are.
Woman: Then why are you here? We have branches in New York.
Scott: *smiles* Let's try this again. I used to live in New York, where I was with a Bank of America branch there. I have now moved to Miami and I would like to transfer my accounts to
this branch.
Woman: Okay. *typing*
Scott: *nods*
Woman: It says here you live in Manhattan.
Scott: *stares at Woman*
Woman: ...You have very pretty eyes.
Scott: Thank you. *points to computer* My account.
Woman: Oh, right. *looks at computer screen* Okay, you have...*wide-eyed* a LOT of money. Is this a glitch? *smacks computer*
Scott: It's not a glitch. If I recall correctly, you have some sort of policy dealing with large sums of money?
Woman: Oh yes, definitely, we get lots of celebrities and stuff. Are you a celebrity? You're certainly handsome enough.
Scott: I'm not a celebrity, I'm the CEO of an international investment company.
Woman: But you're so young. Well, I-I mean not
so young but young enough. Y'know, from a CEO standpoint and everything. Did I mention you're not too young? OH OH but that's not to suggest you're old or anything either. I mean, you're probably older than me but it's not like you're
ancient.
Scott: *smiles* May I speak with your manager please?
Woman: Sure. *grabs phone*
Scott: Thank you. Oh and your name?
Woman: ...Crystal.
Scott: Crystal, thank you for...everything you've done so far.
Crystal: *smiles*
3 minutes later
Manager: *walks over* I'm Alexis Washington, the manager here. Is there a problem?
Scott: I would like to speak to you about transferring some private accounts.
Alexis: *smiles* Of course.
Shots start to break out; people scream
Alexis: *flinches*
Scott: *looks back*
People run down the halls, shots fly everywhere
Alexis: Uh uh uh uh oh my God, stay calm. *crawls to floor* We need to stay calm. *covers head*
Scott: *looks around*
Woman: *walks over, lifts gun* With everyone else. NOW.
Alexis: Okay okay okay! You can have everything! I'll give you the vault codes!
Woman: *grabs Alexis*
Alexis: AH! AH!
Woman: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *looks at Woman*
Woman: You too.
Lobby
Woman: Congratulations! You have all been invited to the party. The only thing separating this from fun parties is we're the only ones who are going to be having the fun. Most of you may very well die.
Crystal: *crying*
Alexis: *elbows Crystal* Shush, you're gonna get us killed.
Woman: Y'all can call me Erin. That's of course not my real name but I always kind of liked it. My armed guards whom are surrounding this building as we speak have very little tolerance for heros so I'd advise everyone to sit this one out. We're in control. *waves hands*
Guards lower window shades
Erin: Now I assume one of you yokels hit the silent alarm. It's not something we normally invite but I like a challenge so thank you. You are all hostages. Yes? That means *points* your name is Hostage1, your name is Hostage2, your name is Hostage3 and so forth. *kneels* Hostage2, what's your problem?
Crystal: *sniffs* You're gonna kill us.
Erin: Yes. But I guess that's why your nifty new nickname as Hostage2 works out so well. See, I've dehumanized you which makes me feel a whole lot better about puttin' a bullet through your head.
Crystal: *starts to cry*
Erin: *looks at Guard* I really hate the whiners.
Guard: *nods*
Erin: *places gun against Crystal's head*
Alexis: Wait!
Erin: *looks at Alexis*
Alexis: I'm the one you want! Take me!
Erin: *smiles* How would you know I want you at all?
Alexis: ...I saw it in a movie.
Erin: Well dear, this isn't a movie. This is a preamble to your bloddy and horrific execution. *stands* All of you! *smiles* I'm very happy, you all look very terrified. *looks at Scott* Except you. *kneels* What's your story, Hostage5?
Scott: My name is Scott.
Erin: No. Your name is Hostage5.
Scott: No, it's not.
Erin: *looks at Guards* I want to keep this one alive for the time being. He interests me. *stands* Everyone listen up! You're all going to the parking garage and subsequently into the vans. Hostage1 here will show me to the vault. Then we'll be in our own separate fun van. *grabs Crystal* You too, Hostage2. Let's MOVE.
Vault
Erin: Open it.
Alexis: *presses buttons*
Erin: *walks in, looks around* I'm not very impressed. This is supposed to be one of the wealthiest banks in Miami. These are all stocks and safety deposit boxes. Where's your cash?
Alexis: We haven't had an order brought in yet.
Erin: *rolls eyes, throws knife to Guard* Open the safety deposit boxes and take anything valuable. I'm going to escort our hostages to the van. *lifts gun* Get moving.
1 hour later, van pulls over
Erin: *slides door open* Get out.
Crystal: Me?
Erin: *lifts gun* GET OUT!
Crystal: Okay okay! *crawls out*
Erin: You too.
Alexis: Why?
Erin: Because I'll kill you if you don't.
Alexis: We're surrounding a bunch of bombs, you won't pull the t-
BAM
Alexis: AGH! *holds arm*
Erin: Out.
Alexis: *crawls out*
Erin: You too, Prince Charming.
Scott: *jumps out*
Erin: *turns around* Congratulations. You've now given the cops at least 5 different directions to go. They'll have to find all the bodies before they can find the bombs. By the way, your precious bank looks like well, like a bomb went off. I sure hope the CSIs on the scene are okay. *smiles*
Alexis: Why are you doing this?
Erin: *tilts head, steps forward* Y-You mean, you don't remember me?
Alexis: What are you talking about?
Erin: I'm the person who lost her husband a year ago and tried to get his account settled. You told me I wasn't a high priority because he was dead and living people need their accounts faster. Nobody cares. It's like he died for nothing. Now
you're going to. GET ON YOUR KNEES!
Alexis: *gets to knees*
Crystal: *gets to knees*
Erin: *pushes gun against Crystal's head*
Crystal: *starts to cry*
Erin: What are
you whining about? This is the easy part. Quick and painless, you should be thanking me.
Alexis: *holding arm* Killing us won't bring back your husband.
Erin: No. But now your families get to know what it's like to live each day without you.
Alexis: ...I don't really have a family. My parents died when I was 9 and I don't have any siblings.
Crystal: *crying* I only have a grandpa.
Erin: *walks over to Scott, pushes gun against his head* Yeah? And what about you? You got someone waiting for you at home?
Scott: Yes.
Erin: Who?
Scott: ...Um...I have a fiancée and a little girl.
Alexis: Damn.
Erin: Well I'll make sure to be very sorry for
their loss. *cocks gun*
Scott: *closes eyes*
Erin: No. No I have something
much better for you. *lowers gun*
Scott: *lifts head*
Erin: Get in the van.
Scott: What are you going to do to them?
Erin: I'm finished with them. *grabs Scott*
Scott: *stands*
Erin: Good luck finding your way back to town, ladies. Watch out for aligators. *shoves Scott into van*
House, 7 days later
Speed: *walks in*
Lori: *runs over* Did they find him?
Speed: *shakes head* The two women who were kidnapped made it back to town. They were dehydrated and one of them had a gunshot wound to the arm. They said a woman named Erin threw him into a van packed with explosives and drove off.
Lori: ...
Speed: PD found his broken phone but no sign of him or the van. They're out right now...looking for bodies in the Glades.
Lori: What are the odds he's alive?
Speed: You want my professional opinion? Slim.
Lori: *sigh*
Speed: 170 hours is a long time to be gone. Too long for this type of situation.
Lori: *frowns*
Speed: I need to get back to the team, they're stopping in town for a couple of hours.
Lori: You're leaving
now?
Speed: I just spent 5 whole days at work looking for him. There's nothing to find.
Lori: Are you kidding me? It's not like he disappeared off the face of the planet, Florida's not even THAT BIG!
Speed: Don't get angry at
me, I've done everything I can.
Lori: Then who am I supposed to be angry at? Am I just supposed to take this? Just 'oh well, it was good while it lasted'?
Speed: Of course not.
Lori: *shakes head, walks upstairs*
Speed: *sigh*
Texas, warehouse
Erin: *sits in chair, places gun on table*
Scott: *staring at Erin*
Erin: You sure look like you've had the hell beat out of ya. My guys can get a little out of hand sometimes. *laughs* I have to hand it to them though, it
was clever to use the old generator out back to shock the system a little. I hope that wasn't too painful.
Scott: *frowning*
Erin: I never realized how freeing it is to watch somebody else suffer for a while. Not to mention what this must be doing to your family. They must be
so worried.
Scott: This helps you deal with your husband's death. Torturing someone else.
Erin: Yes. *stands, walks over* Hearing you scream from down the road, now
that was fun. *laughs* You've certainly got some pipes on you.
Scott: I'm glad I could accomodate.
Erin: Mm yes. I wonder...how long will it take to break you? Another 7 days? 7 weeks? I could do this forever. It's unfortunate for you though because I know the human body can only take so much. Let's see how it goes, yes?
Scott: *looks down at floor, sighs*
Erin: *smiles*
Hummerhome, Miami
Delko: This is stupid, Heather.
Heather: I don't want you getting into trouble. *ties knots*
Delko: So you're tying me to the ceiling?
Heather: You said you wanted to see everything that's going on.
Delko: Yeah but I didn't think you'd go all Exorcist on me and tie me to the ceiling.
Heather: The little girl never actually floated to the ceiling. This is more like...Supernatural.
Delko: What the hell is a Supernatural?
Heather: *frowns, ties ropes*
Delko: OW!
Jenna: *runs in* Do you know where I put Horatio's hair dye?
Heather: *lifts brow* He has hair dye?
Jenna: *blinks* ...No.
Heather: You just said hair dye.
Jenna: No. I said tye dye.
Heather: You said hair dye. *looks up* Eric, did she say hair dye?
Jenna: *looks up, screams*
Delko: *waves hand* Hi.
Jenna: ...What's he doing on the ceiling?
Heather: Observing.
Delko: You said hair dye by the way.
Jenna: I didn't say hair dye. Why would Horatio need hair dye? Pfft.
Heather: Maybe if he's not a real red head.
Delko: You know, there are ways to verify that.
Heather: EW. *slaps Eric*
Delko: OW!
Jenna: He's a genuine red head. Pale skin and all. He's even got those blue eyes too. Wait, they
are blue right? Sometimes the surroundings are way too bright and I can never tell what's real.
Delko: I think we're going to need a hair sample.
Heather: Ditto.
Jenna: No no no. Horatio's hair is red. His eyebrows are even red.
Delko: You know, one time I went through this phase where I thought I was Ronald McDonald and I dyed my hair bright red, even my eyebrows.
Jenna: Well Horatio doesn't think he's Ronald McDonald. And you would look really weird with red hair.
Delko: Yeah I scared my mother. She thought I was a burglar and hit me over the head with a frozen pie.
Heather: What did you do after she realized it was you?
Delko: Asked if I could have some pie.
Heather: Typical.
Jenna: Anyway, I'm going to head out.
Heather: *grabs Jenna* I don't think so. We're going to get a sample of Horatio's hair.
Jenna: No. You are. I'm going to go hide.
Heather: Come on, it's not like he'll question us if we manage to 'accidentally' rip out some of those Caine hairs.
Jenna: What if he finds out?
Heather: Who cares? If his hair's fake and he's really that vain about it, he wouldn't be working with CSIs.
Jenna: I see. *taps chin* How do you suspect we'll get the hair?
Heather: Easy peasy. We run up to him and you rip out the hair while I tickle him.
Jenna: I don't think he'll appreciate it all that much.
Heather: It's a distraction.
Jenna: What if he kills us?
Heather: He can't. Murder isn't in his genetic code. Well...at least that's what he
says. What he does is a completely different story.
Delko: Can I help?
Heather: No. You're staying up there. You're going to spy on Ryan and figure out if he likes me or not.
Delko: What if Ryan never shows up?
Heather: Then spy on the people that
do show up and tell me all about it. I'm thinking of starting a gossip blog about everyone.
Jenna: That's not very nice.
Heather: But imagine the DRAMA! *sigh* I love myself sometimes.
Delko: It's obvious.
Heather: *frowns* Shut it. You're supposed to be listening, not talking.
Jenna: Are you going to put yourself in your blog?
Heather: I have no dirt on me.
Jenna: Yeah right. What were you and Ryan doing on the couch a while back?
Heather: Twister.
Jenna: *places hands on hips*
Heather: Let's go get that hair. *walks away*
Jenna: Hypocrite. *walks away*
Lab hallway
Horatio: *looking down at paper*
Yelina: You have 355 messages.
Horatio: Aren't you supposed to filter these? A lot of these look like prank calls from someone named...Ricky Martin.
Yelina: We have to assume they're all important.
Horatio: Yes but this message asks me how much money I saved from switching to Geico. Hardly an emergency.
Yelina: Did you save any money?
Horatio: I'm with Allstate. *smiles* I'm in good hands.
Yelina: *nods slowly* Yes you are.
Jenna: TICKLE FIGHT! *grabs Horatio*
Horatio: AH!
Heather: *grabs at Horatio's hair* GAH!
Horatio: What in the hell are you doing?
Jenna: ...Tickling you.
Horatio: Why?
Jenna: RUN!
Heather: *runs away*
Ballistics lab
Jenna: Didja get it?
Heather: No, I didn't get enough of it in my fist.
Jenna: You only need one hair.
Heather: Yeah but he's really slinky. Okay, we'll try again. I know of a way we can do it without him even knowing we're there.
Jenna: You are
not thinking of using a fishing pole.
Heather: ...Could we?
Jenna: *frowns*
Horatio's office
Horatio: *writing*
Air vent
Jenna: *pulls off casing*
Heather: I can't believe we both fit in here.
Jenna: Shhh.
Heather: Seriously, I thought we'd have to roll around in a tub full of butter.
Jenna: We could still do that you know.
Heather: Nah, let's make Ryan and Eric roll around in it. Half nekkid men in butter. Mmmm. Think we'll be able to talk Speed into it?
Jenna: I think Speed's a little old for that.
Heather: *lifts brow* I find him quite attractive.
Jenna: I meant mature.
Heather: Fine. Okay, lower away.
Jenna: *lowers pole*
Heather: You sure those tweezers are powerful enough to get his hair?
Jenna: They're industrial and hydraulically powered.
Heather: Nice. Get 'em from the Hummerhome?
Jenna: Yep. *twists pole* Nice and easy, nice and easy...
Heather: Damn he keeps moving.
Jenna: Patience is a virtue.
Heather: Since when has anyone in our team had patience?
Jenna: Horatio.
Heather: I think Horatio's patience is severely waning with us.
Jenna: So shut up and stop giving him a reason to lose his patience.
Horatio's office
Horatio: *scratches ear*
Air vent
Heather: *whispering* Stop tickling his ear.
Jenna: Well I'm trying to get his hair. Sorry if his ears get in the way but they kind of popped out on his head when he was you know...born.
Heather: *lifts brow* Ears don't pop out as soon as you're born.
Jenna: *rolls eyes* That's not what I mean.
Heather: That would be kind of cool though.
Jenna: Ah HA. I'm in position.
Heather: Get it get it get it.
Jenna: I'm getting it, shut up.
Heather: It doesn't matter how many times you tell me to shut up, I'm still not gonna do it.
Horatio's office
Horatio: OW. *holds head*
Ceiling
Heather: Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Jenna: I am.
Heather: Did you get it?
Jenna: *looks at tweezers* No but I got some scalp.
Heather: We can't test scalp for hair.
Jenna: We could check his parentage though.
Heather: That's a stupid idea. You don't start questioning people's parentage this many years into their lives...and seasons.
Jenna: Seasons?
Heather: Nevermind. Let's think up a new plan. *moves elbows* ...*struggles* Can you move?
Jenna: You're in the way.
Heather: What do you mean I'm in the way? You're the one taking up all the room.
Jenna: It's your fat ass.
Heather: It's YOUR fat boobs.
Jenna: How can your boobs be fat?
Heather: It's like an ass up front.
Jenna: Except not.
Heather: You slide backwards and I'll slide forwards.
Jenna: Okay. *struggles*
Heather: *struggles*
Jenna: How about you go the other direction.
Heather: What other direction? We're in a vent.
Jenna: Fall through the opening.
Heather: Onto Horatio's desk? I don't think so. You do it.
Jenna: I don't like heights.
Heather: Then what the hell are you doing up here?
Jenna: I didn't really think about it until I got up here.
Heather: *sigh*
Jenna: Guess you wish we rolled in butter now, huh.
Heather: *looks at Jenna*
TBC............................
