Thanks y'all.
And er, don't worry about Lori being in too much of it. Just in case y'all start to think the entire thread will be about her. :lol:
I think Eric will really have a lot to deal with, especially since Jess has been injured
a lot, and all of which could have been prevented. (Besides, like RL Jess said, there's something still goin' on with her)
Soon though we'll have some Lilly/Ryan development too.
LOL! Lora that episode was called 'Alice'.
Wee, my favorite episode because Tom had stubble. *COUGH* Anyway, lol. I saw that one today too.
:lol: Aw Anni I hope I get you all untwisted soon. It must not be a good sight, heh.
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Miami Lab
Phil: Oh dear, it looks like you went a few rounds with a brick. *lifts badge* FBI.
Lori: FBI my ass.
Phil: *sigh* We really don't have time for this. Mason's men should have killed you. Instead, pfft, a few bruises.
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Speed: I want the new code.
Lori: *stares at Speed*
Speed: ...
Lori: *places hands on hips, taps belt*
Speed: *looks down*
Lori: You want the code?
Phil: Yeah.
Lori: It's 911.
Phil: Clever. *turns to lock*
Lori: *presses belt buckle, small blade slides out*
Speed: *grabs blade, presses it against Phil*
Phil: *stops*
Speed: How many more people do you have down in Miami?
Phil: 20.
Speed: Including the 5 that Mason sent.
Phil: They'll be expecting the cocaine.
Speed: Yeah well I guess you have a problem then.
Interrogation room, next morning
Phil: *drops into chair*
Lori: *sits on table* I just learned a whole lot about you Phil. You see, I'm not even supposed to be on this case but as it turns out, not only are you working for the same people who want Mason dead, but you're trafficking children in containers with those guns. Those same containers that make it to the even bigger buyers in South America, Africa, and Europe.
Phil: You don't know what you're talking about. I don't traffic children.
Delko: *walks in* That's funny because your record says different.
Phil: You can't prove anything.
Delko: *hands over folder*
Lori: *opens folder, reads it*
Delko: *crosses arms*
Lori: 30 children have gone missing from California and Miami in the last 5 weeks. All Cuban American children, all girls. *throws folder onto table*
Delko: The same race and gender of children your record indicates you started trafficking 20 years ago. Unfortunately, there was no DNA testing back then and you walked.
Lori: *looks down at papers* I pulled your financial records. A deposit was put into your account for 100 grand. Was that how much your real
boss paid you to get Alena and the guns from Mason? And then when he killed her, you had to find another way to save your own skin so you decided to apease him with the cocaine deal?
Phil: Look, Mason was slow. He wanted everyone to be patient and wait for the results, and wait for the payments. He owed a lot of people, including my boss. I thought when Mason kidnapped the kid and mentioned the guns that it was finally going to work out. All I had to do was wait for the guns to be stolen back. But the idiot killed the girl! My boss said kids AND guns, not guns and an empty container. Stupid ass, I should have capped him and done everything myself.
Lori: And you thought since Mason had kidnapped two people in which one used to work for the lab, that he'd be able to get you inside and steal the cocaine.
Phil: *sigh* He had motive, it was perfect.
Delko: Not perfect enough. Manipulation works both ways and it landed you in federal prison.
Phil: *looks at Eric*
Atrium, Miami Lab
Delko: *stares out window*
Lori: *walks over* Hey, I didn't get your signature on the report.
Delko: *grabs paper* Yeah, I'll sign 'em right now.
Lori: Great.
Delko: So Mason's guys beat the hell out of you, huh.
Lori: Wounds heal.
Delko: *looks at Lori*
Lori: Look, I'm sorry about your kid. But...Between you and me...What she was facing if Phil had gotten to her would have been way worse.
Delko: Yeah but it still doesn't warrant her death.
Lori: Absolutely not.
Delko: *sigh* I just can't help thinking about the alternative. Being that young and forced to get by in a strange country. And 30 other kids are having to deal with that right now and we can't do a damn thing. I mean...Don't the police in those countries do anything?
Lori: At least where I was...The children were taught not to trust the police because they were worse than the pimps.
Delko: How could they be worse?
Lori: There are some things I won't talk about and that's one of them.
Delko: Sorry.
Lori: *shrugs* Not your fault. *smiles* Anyway, I'm glad you guys got the bad guy. Give my best to Jess.
Delko: Will do.
Lori: *walks away*
Delko: *sigh*
Speed: *walks over*
Delko: Don't do that again.
Speed: I was improvising. I'd say it was pretty good.
Delko: You know, you could have gone to jail for that.
Speed: Well then I'm glad I had my best friend on my trail making sure that didn't happen.
Delko: *laughs* Yeah right, I'm your best friend out of convenience.
Speed: *smirks*
Delko: Thanks man.
Speed: You know, something's up with Jess.
Delko: Yeah?
Speed: I was actually taking her to the hospital when we got run off the road. She thought she had some sort of infection but I think it's worse than that, I mean she was taking pain meds that were prescribed to Alena for a broken arm.
Delko: You serious?
Speed: Yeah.
Delko: She didn't even come to me.
Speed: She thought you'd have social services on her about it.
Delko: Yeah well there's no chance in that happening
now.
Speed: *nods*
Delko: Lori was telling me how Alena would have probably ended up in the same situation as her.
Speed: Probably.
Delko: I still should have been able to protect her.
Speed: Eric, life throws curve balls and you can't catch them all.
Delko: Yeah well I've always sucked at baseball anyway.
Speed: I know, I played on your team last summer against Frank County.
Delko: *laughs*
Speed: *looks out window*
Delko: Hey uh...Did Lori ever tell you about some of the stuff she experienced in South America?
Speed: She told me everything.
Delko: Even about the cops?
Speed: *looks at Eric*
Delko: Well?
Speed: She told me everything, Eric.
Delko: *nods* So I guess you aren't going to tell
me.
Speed: See you back in California. *walks away*
Delko: ...Aren't we on the same flight? *runs*
TBC....................
