Road Trip! The Final Frontier.

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New York Crossover!

It wouldn't be CSI:Miami if I didn't throw one in every once in a while.
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Uh, yeah it would. :lol: It's called a soap opera, #1 show on television, y'know. :lol:

Wow, that was a twist! Great job, Gen!
 
I'm loving the twist! Who would've known that sadistic ass Johnny was related to Scott? Ugh..talk about black sheep. Now more than ever , I want him found. ANd I keep wondering why everyone suspects Scott of something because his record is spotless? Could it be that Scott's just a super citizen?

Awesome update, Geni!

ps...I wouldn't be opposed to an eleventh thread!
 
^^ Psh, it's still better than Days of Our Lives if you ask me, Lilly. :lol:

Thanks for the reviews!

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Miami, Interrogation Room

Ryan: Officer McInnis. *opens folder* That's your name, in case you forgot.

McInnis: Uh, yeah don't worry, I know my own name.

Ryan: Then why did you sign this log with mine? *places paper on table*

McInnis: *looks down* I didn't sign that.

Calleigh: We have the tapes from your patrol car. You and only you responded to a call at a treatment facility two months ago. What was so important or...non-important that you didn't feel the need to sign your own name in the log?

McInnis: *shrugs* Long night. End of shift, I just put the last name that was mentioned on the police radio.

Ryan: You know, that excuse is about as flimsy as the entire investigation. What did you do with the suspect after you removed him from the premises?

McInnis: I don't remember, it was two months ago.

Calleigh: Looks like we need to take a glance back at the tapes.

McInnis: NO. No, okay...alright look, I didn't want to get jammed up with a bunch of paperwork at the end of shift and that place should have had their own security. They could have held him overnight instead of calling the PD, we have enough to worry about than one guy in a locked facility. Where the hell was he going to go anyway?

Ryan: So you let him loose?

McInnis: *sigh* ...I was going to take him in...initially.

Calleigh: What happened?

McInnis: ...He saw the uh...the crack pipe in the driver's seat of my car.

Calleigh: *looks at Ryan*

Ryan: *looks at Calleigh*

McInnis: *lifts head* He said his uncle's a judge and that he would have me fired and gone to prison faster than I could put the cuffs on him. Normally I wouldn't have even listened to the guy but I caught a peek at his intake file before I took him and the judge's name was right on the page.

Calleigh: You saw the intake file.

McInnis: Yeah looks like he was sent there by the guy. Anyway, I freaked and let him go.

Ryan: *nods* That's just great. While you were busy getting high, a murderer was let out on the streets. You know he killed that girl just a couple of days ago.

McInnis: *stares down at table*

Calleigh: *slides paper over* This is the log from that crime scene. You were the responding officer and did sign your real name. I'm bettin' it's not just a coincidence.

McInnis: ...He had me by a short leash. He threatened me, said he was going to call up the judge if I didn't take care of it.

Ryan: Take care of what?

McInnis: He told me to take the gun and casings from the crime scene.

Calleigh: Where are they now.

McInnis: *looks at Calleigh*

Calleigh: Your career's already over, you might as well tell us.

CSI Garage

Delko: *lifts trunk*

Ryan: McInnis said the gun's somewhere back here.

Delko: *clicks on flashlight*

Ryan: Can you believe that guy? Making a deal with a killer because he was too high to do his job.

Delko: *feels around trunk* Yeah well stranger things have happened in this department.

Ryan: You find it yet?

Delko: *lifts head slowly*

Ryan: *gives thumbs up* You're doing a great job, man.

Delko: *reaches to back of trunk*

Ryan: *scratches head*

Delko: *stands straight, holds gun*

Ryan: Calleigh would be so proud.

Delko: *smiles* Why don't you do me a favour and uh, find the casing that goes with this gun.

Ryan: Don't mind if I do. *pulls on glove*

Ballistics lab

Calleigh: *smiles* Hey.

Delko: Hey you match that bullet?

Calleigh: Yep. Couldn't be more clear. This is the gun and casing we were lookin' for. *grabs screen* I ran the serial number, this gun belongs to Krista Nelson.

Delko: The victim's gun.

Calleigh: Mhm. Looks like she purchased it for protection after she got out.

Delko: It didn't protect her much.

Calleigh: Neither did we.

Delko: We can't blame ourselves for what one cop refused to do the first time around.

Calleigh: We're every bit as responsible. That girl died because no one bothered to make sure the case was followed through.

Delko: That girl died because a man shot and strangled her.

Calleigh: *sighs, looks down at table* Sometimes I hate getting there after the fact.

Delko: *places hand on Calleigh's shoulder*

Calleigh: *looks at Eric*

New York, 502 Park Avenue

Horatio: *closes phone* Danny says this is the place.

Speed: Expensive place for a sleezeball.

Horatio: *pulls out weapon* Not for long.

Inside apartment

Horatio: *lifts gun* John!

Speed: *pulls out gun*

Horatio: *looks around* ...Miami Police! *steps into hallway*

Kitchen

Horatio: *walks in* ...

Speed: *lowers weapon*

Horatio: It appears someone beat us to him.

Speed: *holsters gun* He was shot.

Horatio: Mhm.

Speed: *looks down at floor, tilts head* Got something. *kneels*

Horatio: *places hands on hips*

Speed: It's the end of a keychain. There's an insignia on the back. *squints* New York Country Club.

Horatio: *nods* The same one our judge friend belongs to.

Speed: *stands*

Horatio: Tell you what, let's pay a visit to His Honor's chambers.

Courthouse, couple hours later

Henry: *walks in, stops*

Horatio: *uncrosses arms*

Henry: It amazes me how you're able to find you way into a locked room.

Horatio: *smirks* We all have our secrets.

Henry: What can I do for you?

Horatio: You can...call it a day.

Henry: *laughs* Sorry, as much as I'd like to have a drink with you at the club, I have a meeting with Judge Connors in about 15 minutes.

Horatio: Funny you should mention the club, we found your keychain at your nephew's murder scene this afternoon.

Henry: ...

Horatio: So you want to tell me what happened?

Henry: *frowns* What happened? What happened was the embarassment of a little punk, a kink in the chain of our family reputation. Ever since he was little, we knew there was something wrong with him. We sent him to private schools, boot camps, workshops, nothing would help, he just got worse and worse.

Horatio: Until you sent him for treatment.

Henry: What else was I supposed to do? Let him roam the streets in my city?

Horatio: No. No, you let him roam the streets in my city. And then you covered it up by intimidating the staff into destroying the intake files and prevented a warrant from being issued for the evidence.

Henry: Do you know what would have happened to us if it got out that my nephew was a looney tune? We would be destroyed by the media. I would lose my reputation on the bench and everyone we know would turn their backs on us. My grandfathers and great grandfathers helped build this city and preserved the integrity of the family name, I wasn't going to let a little blip on the radar ruin everything. So I took care of it.

Horatio: Yes you did. You did take care of it. And now you're going to sit in a cell with the very people who are most familiar with your reputation...Your Honor.

Henry: You'll never get a jury to convict me.

Horatio: I guess we'll see about that.

Patrol cop walks in, grabs Henry

Greenwhich Village, apartment

Speed: *knocks on door*

Scott: *opens door* ...

Speed: May I come in?

Scott: Of course. *opens door wider, walks into kitchen*

Speed: *nods at TV* I guess you've heard about your father.

Scott: *turns off television* He was never much of a father. How'd you find my place, you do some kind of background check?

Speed: Sort of.

Scott: Discover anything interesting?

Speed: Depends what you find interesting. *looks back at suitcases near door* You going somewhere?

Scott: Vacation. I need to get out of the city for a while.

Speed: The city or the media.

Scott: *laughs* Uh, a little bit of both I guess.

Speed: Have a safe flight.

Scott: Thanks. You too. Let's just hope we don't get the same one.

Speed: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Uh, that sounded a lot less rude in my head.

Speed: Don't worry about it.

Scott: *nods* Right.

TBC.............................
 
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Awesome update! Ugh...Henry....glad he got what was coming to him. ANd a surprise turn for Johnny/ Jonathan. I guess in the grand scheme of things, it worked out. Sad about Krista though...she may have had a problem , but she was a nice enough kid.

I wonder what Scott is going to do now?


Great update, Geni!
 
Psh, it's still better than Days of Our Lives if you ask me, Lilly. :lol:
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I never said I didn't like said soap opera. :lol: I love it! And hell yes it is. :p

Glad that judge is away- reminds me of that judge Horatio tracked down from season 2 (I think it's season 2). And.... more Cal/Delko moments. :) Cute.

Great update!
 
I like Calleigh and Delko together... I think she makes him a little smarter. Not much, because he did just get his naked bottom stuck in a window, but a little bit. ;)

I love Speed's interaction with Scott. I think it hilarious and awesome. :)

Great update!
 
*Editing*

Sorry, accidentally posted and I didn't want to do that. :lol: I'll have a chapter up in a few.

Thanks so much for the reviews! I'll be back a bit later, I swear. :p
 
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Awesome updates, Geni! Just one little problem, though...

Where'd Jenna disappear to? :lol: I mean, she/I'm not a ninja... :lol:

Just wondering...
 
^ Jenna's still there, don't worry. :D She's gonna pop up soon. Maybe not in this chapter, but soon. :p

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Horatio's office, next day

Katie: *rolls out map* See? All we have to do is go straight down.

Horatio: ...

Katie: Behold! The center of the Earth!

Horatio: Katie, we're not doing that.

Katie: Why not?

Horatio: Because for one, it's too expensive and two, I don't think the Hummerhome will fit.

Katie: The Earth is pretty big.

Horatio: My wallet isn't.

Katie: It won't cost anything.

Horatio: Everything costs something.

Katie: Not at the food bank.

Horatio: We're not talking about the food bank.

Katie: But we've gone everywhere else except in Space. *taps chin* Hm..

Horatio: We're not going to Space.

Katie: Sure we can! All we have to do is equip the Hummerhome with warp drive nacelles, impulse drive and a weapon's array.

Horatio: ...

Katie: But we can't forget about the deflector dish.

Horatio: *rolls up map* Why don't you go do something productive like...invent all those things.

Katie: OH AWESOME! Can I get the funding from the lab?

Horatio: No.

Katie: *frowns* Party pooper. Fine. I have a drug test to confirm, I'll be on my way. But you think about it okay?

Horatio: No.

Katie: I'll be waiting for your answer in 24 hours. *walks away*

Horatio: *shakes head*

Café, Miami

Katie: *closes truck door, runs over* HEY! You beat me.

Lori: You drive slow.

Katie: *grabs Lori's arm* Okay, have a seat.

Lori: Actually, I'm waiting f-

Katie: *lifts paper* I got the results back.

Lori: Results?

Katie: Your toxicology test. And I was RIGHT. You're doped up!

Lori: What?

Katie: Yeah. You're on something called Fluoxetine. Let me guess, that's the new upper? Downer? Pain killer? High-er...thingy?

Lori: It's Prozac, Mother.

Katie: ...What? *looks down at paper* That can't be right. That's the only thing here.

Lori: Shocker, isn't it.

Katie: How come you're not on any anti-psychotics? Where's the mellow yellow keep-ya-from-throwing-butcher-knives-and-spitting-type drugs?

Lori: *looks at boardwalk*

Scott: *walks over, smiles* Hey.

Lori: *smirks*

Katie: *looks over* HOLY SAINT POPSICLE STICKS BATMAN! YOU!

Scott: *stares blankly*

Lori: Scott, I believe you've met my mother. She decided to come all the way down here from what I can assume was a job of some sort to bother me about nothing.

Katie: It's not nothing. Besides, you told me where you were heading, it's not my fault I felt invited.

Lori: *shakes head*

Katie: *smiles* So Scott, care to join us?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Actually, would you care to join us, Mother?

Katie: Oh heck of course. *sits*

Scott: *pulls out chair*

Lori: *sits*

Scott: *grabs chair*

Katie: Oh that's so cute, he pulled out your chair and everything! Tell me, are you rich?

Scott: *lifts brows*

Lori: Mother.

Katie: What?

Scott: Uh, well I live comfortably, ma'am.

Katie: Teehee, shucks, you don't have to call me 'ma'am'.

Lori: *covers eyes*

Katie: So how long have you been in town?

Scott: *smiles* Since last night. You have a beautiful city.

Katie: And you have a beautiful smile.

Lori: *hides face*

Waitress: *walks over* Alright, what can I get for you?

Katie: I'll have a cocktail.

Waitress: ...What kind?

Katie: There are kinds?

Lori: I'll have tea.

Waitress: *writing things down* No problem.

Katie: Tea? Since when do you have tea?

Scott: I'll have a coffee, black.

Waitress: Okay, I'll be back with your drinks in a bit. *walks away*

Katie: So Scott, what do you do for a living?

Scott: I'm a Data Analyst in New York.

Katie: Oooh do tell.

Scott: ...That's about it.

Katie: EXCELLENT! *smiling* So...a New Yorker huh? That must be exciting, you know, Lori loves her a tough big city man. Have you always had that sexy accent?

Lori: *mumbles* God.

Scott: *laughs* Uh, I'm afraid so.

Katie: No kidding! So where abouts do you work? Is it a nice area?

Scott: If you call downtown Manhattan a nice area, sure.

Katie: Oh I like how he says that. Manhattan. *looks at Lori* Don't you love how he says that?

Lori: Maybe I should have ordered something alcoholic.

Katie: Where are you staying? A hotel? Motel? Resort? I know some great places if you're having trouble deciding. OH! Maybe you're staying at Lori's. Are you staying at Lori's? She lives in a crack house, I wouldn't stay there.

Scott: I'm staying at the Delano.

Katie: WOW that's an expensive place. Oh but you like it right? It's okay? It's not too bad? Probably a lot different than New York hotels right?

Scott: Not by much, actually. The only difference is my room has a view of the beach instead of a bunch of buildings.

Katie: Have you been to the beach yet?

Lori: We're at a beachside restaurant.

Katie: Psh, don't pay attention to her. Obviously her Prozac isn't working today. Wait, you're not on any weird medications, right?

Scott: ...

Waitress: *walks over* Here are your drinks everyone. *places drinks on table*

Katie: Oh cool, it has a little umbrella in it.

Waitress: *walks away*

Scott: *sips coffee*

Katie: Have you slept with her yet?

Scott: *coughs*

Lori: MOM!

Katie: What? I'm just wondering. If I were you, I'd have a hard time keeping my hands to myself if you catch my drift.

Lori: *frowns* You're so inappropriate.

Scott: It's okay.

Katie: See? He's fine with it. You should take a note from his book and lighten up a little.

Lori: I would lighten up if you would grow up.

Katie: Fine. *grabs glass, sticks out pinky* I say, gas prices and the cost of living are most high and detrimental these days to our society. I must further invest in my stocks to assure financial stability in the coming years.

Lori: Very funny.

Katie: Well it's true. The world's going to Hell and I'm driving a Hummer. You do the math.

Lori: Stop driving the Hummer then.

Katie: No way. What would I do if I didn't get to turn on the siren when I have to pee?

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *slaps Scott* Don't encourage her.

Katie: *waves hand* Pfft I need no encouragement to be the way I am. *smiles* So when did you two start falling in looooove?

Lori: We're not in love.

Scott: *staring into cup*

Lori: *elbows Scott* Right?

Scott: *lifts head* What?

Lori: I said we're not in love. You need to pay attention.

Scott: Apparently.

Lori: *lifts brow* What was that tone?

Scott: There was no tone.

Lori: Yes there was. You sounded aggrevated.

Scott: I'm not aggrevated.

Lori: You sounded like you were. You never give me that tone.

Scott: Then how would you know what it is?

Lori: Don't patronize me.

Scott: Was that a tone I was hearing?

Lori: *frowns*

Katie: Uh...maybe I should take off.

Scott: No, stay. I'm taking off. *stands*

Lori: What the hell is wrong with you?

Scott: Nothing. *pushes in chair, leaves*

Katie: *looks back* Huh. *looks at Lori* I like him. He doesn't take any of your crap.

Lori: What are you talking about?

Katie: You said you weren't in love with the guy, what was that all about?

Lori: Uh the truth.

Katie: Did you happen to see his face when you said that? It looked like you reached into his chest and made scrambled eggs with his heart.

Lori: How poetic.

Katie: You need to talk to him.

Lori: No I don't. Stop meddling in my affairs.

Katie: Or lackthereof.

Lori: Excuse me?

Katie: You finally pick up a nice guy and you're brushing him off like a piece of garbage. Ever think maybe there's a reason he came all the way down to Miami?

Lori: Vacation. The media's all up in his family's hair because his father was just arrested for murder.

Katie: And you don't think maybe he came down here to see you.

Lori: I'm the only person he knows down here, it's no surprise that he would choose to spend time with me.

Katie: I saw the way you two look at each other. There is way more there than a couple of friends that just happen to be in the same city.

Lori: It doesn't mean we're in 'love'.

Katie: Then what does it mean?

Lori: Nothing.

Katie: It didn't mean 'nothing' to him.

Lori: *sigh*

Katie: Are you going to talk to him?

Lori: I don't know what to say to him.

Katie: I'd say follow your instincts but you don't have many in the love department.

Lori: *frowns*

Katie: Let him talk, he's not as...restrictive as you.

Lori: No kidding. *stands, leaves*

Katie: TEEHEE.

Down the street

Lori: *runs over* Holy crap you walk fast.

Scott: *walking*

Lori: Is this the way to your hotel?

Scott: I don't know.

Lori: Oh. Well I only mentioned it because you're going the wrong way.

Scott: Then which way is the right way?

Lori: Um we're actually a lot closer to my house, why don't we just...go there and...talk.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: It'll give us a chance to have a discussion without my mother present.

Scott: Okay.

House

Lori: *walks in* It's not perfect but at least that smell is gone.

Scott: *walks in*

Lori: *closes door* Do you want...another coffee or something? *walks into kitchen* I, okay, I don't have a coffee pot but I have some Fresca in the fridge.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *shrugs* What can I say, I need groceries.

Scott: *steps closer* I'm fine, thank you.

Lori: So um if you haven't noticed, I'm not good with talking about...the whole...love...issue.

Scott: What about it?

Lori: Come on, you know what about. I said we weren't in love, you got angry, I-

Scott: I wasn't angry.

Lori: You weren't?

Scott: No. Confused, maybe.

Lori: *nods* Sorry, I just didn't think we were um...you know...

Scott: In love.

Lori: *looks at floor* Yeah. I-I mean, I'm not exactly sure what that's supposed to be.

Scott: Did we move a little fast?

Lori: *lifts head* What?

Scott: You seem uncomfortable with the whole idea. I'm thinking we did a few things that maybe we shouldn't have and I understand if at any time you thought I was being too forward with you or forcing you into anything.

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: What?

Lori: Sorry, I was just...remembering what you were talking about. You definitely did not force me into that.

Scott: So I take it that's not the problem.

Lori: No. It's just that I haven't really...felt this way about anyone...ever. So it just kind of freaks me out.

Scott: And you couldn't just say that?

Lori: Not in front of my mother. I'm sorry about her, by the way.

Scott: *smiles* She's sweet.

Lori: She's insane. And she was hitting on you the entire time.

Scott: Well, I am incredibly irresistible.

Lori: *laughs* You wish.

Scott: *leans forward near Lori's ear* I sure make you all flustered.

Lori: *smiling, rolls eyes* You have your moments.

Scott: I love you.

Lori: *stares blankly*...Interesting.

Scott: *lifts head, looks at Lori* I say 'I love you' and you say 'interesting'?

Lori: I told you I wasn't good at this.

Scott: *nods slowly*

Lori: You're not mad, are you?

Scott: No. It's okay.

Lori: Okay.

Scott: *looks around*

Lori: You uh...you know I-I..I do, right?

Scott: Yes.

Lori: Good. Oh and by the way, that's the last time I'm ever going to say 'I do' so don't get any ideas.

Scott: Right.

Lori: *narrows eyes* Okay that was an 'I don't believe you' tone for sure.

Scott: Well I don't.

Lori: I do.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *frowns* Ha. Ha.

TBC.......................
 
Oh god..Scott's so cute! I definetly think that they should stay together. And for gracious sakes, Lori, learn how to say it, it won't hurt. She almost lost out on a good thing. I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank god for Katie's advice(I only say that because, well...Katie's a wee bit insane). Without it, I'm sure this would've ended on a disaster.

Ha! Katie wants to go into space, and to the center of the Earth? Wow...she's really stretching it there. Thank goodness that Horatio had enough sense to shoot her down. Although....lol

Excellent work, Geni!
 
Great updates Geni. Loving the interaction between Scott and Lori, of course.:)

Katie was aweful nice today. It was good to see her give her daughter some great advice.

I also hope you do continue with another Road Trip. For I'd really hate to see this end.

Looking forward to your next update.:)
 
BWAHA.

Sorry, I get excited when I have reviews. :lol:

LOL. Leave it to Katie so suggest the centre of the Earth and Space for a road trip.

Thanks so much for the feedback!

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Few days later, travel place

Lori: *walks over, throws cellphone on table*

Boss: *walks over* What are you doing?

Lori: ...Working?

Boss: You're a half hour late.

Lori: Sorry, I had to take a bus and they don't exactly hurry when there's traffic.

Boss: Don't throw your attitude at me. I managed to get here on time, you have to as well. This is beginning to be a pattern with you.

Lori: What did you expect? I don't have a car and I barely have enough for a cab. At least I got here at all.

Boss: That's not my problem and if you want to continue working here, you're going to get here 15 minutes early every day. And to make up for the time you've lost, you're going to be working weekends too.

Lori: Are you insane? I already work 5 days a week.

Boss: Everyone else here pulls the same shifts.

Lori: Yeah and they look real happy to be here.

Boss: They are happy. And you know why they're happy? They actually listen to me. They do what they're told, they don't backtalk.

Lori: Just because they blindly listen to you doesn't mean they're happy. It just means you don't have to deal with them.

Boss: My office. Now.

Lori: Why? We're having a fine conversation out here.

People look over

Boss: We're not going to have this conversation in front of everyone.

Lori: And it'll be such a mystery what we'll be talking about in your office?

Boss: Get in my office.

Lori: *walks away*

Boss: All of you get back to work. *walks away*

Office

Boss: *slams door* Do you think this is some kind of game? You need this job. No one else will hire you for what I pay you.

Lori: Doesn't really matter, the money doesn't exactly go to me.

Boss: Maybe you shouldn't have gotten yourself into so much trouble. Maybe you should have followed our rules.

Lori: *lifts brow* Our rules? And who exactly is that?

Boss: Stop talking back to me.

Lori: How about we fix the situation like adults instead of doing the power-trip thing.

Boss: You don't get to fix situations. You get to do whatever the hell I tell you and shut your mouth about it.

Lori: Sorry, that's not going to work for me.

Boss: *swings fist into Lori's face*

Lori: UGH! *falls against wall*

Boss: It had better.

Lori: *holding face*

Boss: I run a tight ship, don't fuck it up.

Lori: *stares at Boss* You touch me again and I'll knock you on your fat ass.

Boss: *laughs* I doubt that. You'll notice no one else is getting up to knock me on my 'fat ass'. There must be a reason for that, right? They're all criminals and they're on their last strike.

Lori: They're also all women. It's interesting how all the cowards don't hire men.

Boss: *grabs Lori by the neck, slams her head against wall*

Lori: *elbows Boss in face*

Boss: AGH! *punches Lori's face*

Lori: *falls over*

Boss: If you don't start to follow my rules, this could be a regular thing. Trust me, you do not want that. And if you tell anyone, I'll have your butt sent to jail. And if I recall correctly, just like everyone else, you're not allowed another mistake.

Lori: *stands*

Boss: Get to your station.

Lori: *leaves*

Boss: Pfft. They always think they're stronger and smarter.

Inside store

Lori: *sits*

Woman: *looks over*

Lori: *looks at Woman*

Woman: *goes back to files*

Lori: *sighs, grabs paper*

Miami lab

Jenna: *walks over* Hey what are you up to?

Katie: *turns off torch* I'm trying to invent warp drive.

Jenna: ...What?

Katie: You know, faster than the speed of light.

Jenna: Why?

Katie: Because Horatio told me to.

Jenna: That doesn't look like it's part of a case.

Katie: Well it's actually on the down low, if you don't mind keeping a secret.

Jenna: Oh sure. I'm zipped. Can I be in on it though?

Katie: Can you handle a blow torch?

Jenna: *smiles* CAN I!

Katie: *laughs* Excellent.

Jenna: So do you have schematics or something?

Katie: I have a napkin with lipstick on it.

Jenna: That'll work.

Carly: *walks over* Hey, what's going o-

Jenna: GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!

Carly: *wide-eyed* Forget I said anything. Geez. *walks away*

Katie: You know, you don't have to be rude.

Jenna: Sorry.

Horatio: *walks past, stops* ...What in God's name are you doing?

Jenna: Please get out. You don't belong.

Horatio: *frowns* Katie, you'd better not be inventing what I think you're trying to invent.

Katie: No way. I'm working a case.

Horatio: Since when do our cases involve large sheets of metal and blow torches?

Katie: When I'm working one.

Horatio: No fires.

Katie: Jenna.

Jenna: *lifts fire extinguisher*

Horatio: No, when I say no fire, I mean no fire.

Katie: Aren't there things in this lab that need fire? Bunsen burners or something?

Horatio: They're operated by trained professionals.

Katie: *laughs* Right. Sorry, the next time I visit Speed in Trace, I'll refer to him as a 'trained professional'. What a load of hooha.

Horatio: If you blow up my lab....

Katie: *shrugs* You have insurance. We'll just say a hurricane hit the lab.

Horatio: *rubs temples* I can't believe security keeps letting her in here. *walks away*

Break room

Jess: Hey.

Delko: *sips coffee* Hey.

Jess: What are you up to today?

Delko: Work.

Jess: Oh. You're on a case?

Delko: Yep. With Calleigh.

Jess: *nods* You know, you didn't call me last night.

Delko: I didn't think you wanted me to call.

Jess: I have to say it?

Delko: That might help, yeah.

Jess: How come you didn't come over the other night?

Delko: I was busy.

Jess: Busy at 10 pm?

Delko: I was out.

Jess: With who?

Delko: Someone from work.

Jess: Calleigh?

Delko: Speed.

Jess: Oh. Where'd you guys go?

Delko: A club.

Jess: Which one?

Delko: Can't remember.

Jess: *narrows eyes* If I ask Speed about it, will he remember?

Delko: ...

Jess: *walks away*

Delko: Nuts.

Trace lab

Jess: *walks over* Hey.

Speed: *lifts head from microscope* Hi.

Jess: I have a question.

Speed: Go for it.

Jess: Which club did you go two go to the other night?

Speed: ...Uh why do you want to know?

Jess: Just curious. I was thinking about checkin' out a few clubs. Did you two like the one you went to?

Speed: Um...yeah. Yeah, Eric and I did like it. Fate's a great place.

Jess: *nods slowly* You went with Eric.

Speed: Yes.

Jess: Okay. Good to know. Thanks. *leaves*

Speed: *angry sigh*

Delko: *runs in* Jess wasn't just here was she?

Speed: *frowning* You're welcome.

Delko: Man, I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't think she'd actually ask you.

Speed: *shakes head* You know, if you're going out with Calleigh, you might as well just tell her.

Delko: ...I didn't know you knew.

Speed: It's not a huge secret, Eric.

Delko: *sigh* This is so messed up.

Speed: No kidding. You're fooling around with your co-worker and lying to your girlfriend about it.

Delko: *frowns* Hey, you're no saint either. At least I have a good reason.

Speed: There's a good reason? Do tell, I think I missed that chapter at the cheating men's club.

Delko: Okay, what was your brilliant excuse for cheating on Katie?

Speed: It's Katie. That's excuse enough.

Delko: Come on man, you loved her.

Speed: *tilts head, grabs orange cone* Obviously not enough to stick around. So what's your excuse? As if there is one.

Delko: Jess doesn't want to move forward and I have a problem with that. Everytime we talk about it, she puts a brick wall up and that's the end of the discussion. I'm not getting any younger.

Speed: That's the spirit.

Delko: It's not funny.

Speed: And you're sure Calleigh wants the same thing as you.

Delko: As a matter of fact, she does.

Speed: Did you tell her you're still with Jess?

Delko: ...Not exactly.

Speed: *scoffs*

Delko: I'm going to tell her.

Speed: Sure.

Delko: Do you think this is a good idea?

Speed: *opens machine lid* No.

Delko: ...How come you never cheated on Anni?

Speed: *closes lid, presses button* I grew up.

Delko: Are you happy with her?

Speed: *looks at Eric*

Delko: I'm not happy with Jess, I don't know why I should stay with her.

Speed: Then you should at least be man enough to tell her what's going on instead of bailing to further your own wants. I know I shouldn't even talk but just so you know, it's all going to come out in the wash, it just depends who she'll hear it from and if she asks me, I'm not covering for you again.

Delko: Noted. I guess I'll see you later. *walks away*

Katie: *runs in* OH MY GOD THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE. Okay I just sort of set the layout room on fire and now it's all black. Do we have any paint to cover it up?

Speed: *frowns*

House, 7pm

Lori: *sighs, rubs in makeup*

Knock on door is heard

Lori: It's open!

Scott: *walks down the hall* Hey, I left a bunch of messages on your phone, where were you?

Lori: I had to work late. *closes drawer, stands*

Scott: And you weren't allowed to use your phone?

Lori: I was busy.

Scott: Even on your breaks.

Lori: I didn't get any today. *walks away*

Scott: *follows*

Kitchen

Lori: *grabs pot, turns on sink*

Scott: Are you okay?

Lori: Yeah, why do you ask?

Scott: Your nose is bleeding.

Lori: *touches nose, looks down at hand* Great. It's nothing, it just happens sometimes. Uh you didn't happen to rent a car when you got down here, did you?

Scott: I did.

Lori: Cool, would you mind giving me a ride to work tomorrow?

Scott: Not at all. What time do you have to be there?

Lori: 6:30.

Scott: That's a little early. Don't you start at 8?

Lori: I need to catch up on some work.

Scott: How much work is this guy giving you?

Lori: *scrubs pot*

Scott: Have you tried talking to him? Maybe he can give you a bit of a break.

Lori: I did and it's not an option.

Scott: Mhm.

Lori: *grabs butcher knife, wipes it with cloth*

Scott: *leans against counter*

Lori: *slams knife into block*

Scott: You uh, splashed some water onto the makeup covering your eye.

Lori: *stares into sink*

Scott: *snatches cloth, steps forward*

Lori: *steps back, lifts arm*

Scott: *grabs Lori's wrist* Relax.

Lori: *lowers arm*

Scott: *wipes Lori's face*

Lori: *squeezes eyes shut*

Scott: It's okay, relax.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *pulls cloth away*

Lori: *opens eyes*

Scott: I can't imagine you getting into too many bar fights.

Lori: Leave it alone, Scott.

Scott: Don't tell me you're defending your boss.

Lori: Normally I wouldn't but I don't have a choice. I don't want to get myself into any more trouble and I don't want my name plastered in any more casefiles. Believe me, I'd like to kick his ass ten ways past sunday, hog tie him and drop him in front of a police station but I can't. *tilts head* Of course, the old me would probably kill him. *shakes head* Anyway, believe me, I'm not playing the poor little scared victim. I just need to gather some evidence. It's lookin' like his top of the line business is being run by former criminals on their last leg with the law and he's using that to his advantage to control.

Scott: *nods slowly*

Lori: *smiles* It just so happens he put his hands on the wrong criminal.

Scott: ...Uh huh.

Lori: I bet if I go through his financial records, I'll find out where most of the employees' money's really going. My pay stub said I was only being paid for part time which is what I bet the county's believing too.

Scott: You're acting strangely.

Lori: It's in my DNA, I can't help it. Hey you think maybe he's doing this to all of his other branches too? I need to get a hold of that branch in New York. If I confirm the staff there all have criminal records, it might give probable cause for an investigation. Of course, he said he hires down-and-outters but it's a little weird to only hire women and that one guy in New York is probably making sure everyone stays in line.

Scott: Are you feeling okay?

Lori: *smiles* I am going to get to the bottom of this.

Scott: And in the meantime you're going to let him slap you around.

Lori: If I pretend to be a good little girl, I won't be. It should be easy enough, all I have to say is yes sir no sir three bags full sir and smile to the happy tourists. But I will need your help.

Scott: My help? Why?

Lori: You're a Data Analyst. I'm going to need you to analyse some data for me. You're going to look for patterns and inconsistancies.

Scott: Oh no. No no, I'm not getting involved.

Lori: The second you wiped off the makeup, you got involved. See what being a good guy gets you?

Scott: A crazy girlfriend?

Lori: This is me being relatively sane.

Scott: I've never seen someone so happy about getting hit by their boss.

Lori: Oh no way, he can rot in Hell. I'm just glad I thought about turning him into the police first and killing him second. 'Cause usually it's the other way around without the police part.

Scott: I wonder how we would have gotten along if I'd met you before you were thrown into treatment.

Lori: And I wonder how we would have gotten along if we'd met before I was in treatment and during the time when you were as bigoted as your father.

Scott: I'm sure it would have been an interesting conversation. I'd call you white trash, you'd shoot at me, it would be a love/hate relationship.

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *hugs Scott*

Scott: Oof.

Lori: Thanks for puttin' up with me.

Scott: *nods* Anytime.

Lori: *squeezes tighter*

Scott: *looks around*

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: Are you ever going to let go?

Lori: I don't want to.

Scott: Well I just thought I'd let you know that your sink is flooding.

Lori: *lifts head* What? *lets go* Crap. *turns off sink, unplugs drain*

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: This entire house is going to fall down around my ears, I swear.

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori* Well then, I guess it's a good thing you have me around.

Lori: *smiles* Cute.

TBC.......................
 
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Geni! Awesome update...

GRRR to the manager , the piss knot. I can't believe that Lori actually took that, only to find that she's doing the right thing by trying to find a legitmete way to get rid of him. Atta girl, Lori!

Katie....words escape me right now... Honestly...escape me.


Eric/ Jess/ Calleigh triangle...Wow! Our very own triangle, I can't believe it! :guffaw: Speed's playing the devil's advocate by cloaking for Eric, but good to know that he won't the next time around- which there should be no next time, but I digress...

Excellent dynamics ...Loved the update!
 
LOL. Thanks for the review! :D

Oh and this might be one of (or the) last chapter for the next 6 days or so. I'm going on vacation tomorrow morning in the mountains and I won't have any internet. So in case I don't make it back tonight, I'll see y'all in a few days!

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Next day, Miami lab, lobby

Scott: *leans on counter*

Paula: Can I help you?

Scott: *smiles* Yes, I'd like to speak with someone in charge please.

Paula: That would be Horatio Caine. I'll see if I can page him. What's this regarding?

Scott: A possible crime.

Paula: ...Anything more than that?

Scott: I'm afraid it's rather personal.

Paula: I'll need your name then.

Scott: Scott Finch.

Paula: *nods, grabs phone*

Scott: *looks around*

Paula: ...It appears he's out.

Scott: Is there someone else I can speak to?

Paula: I believe...*looks down at papers* Tim Speedle is in.

Scott: Uh *laughs* how about someone else.

Paula: *lifts head* Sir, you don't exactly get to pick and choose your detective. This isn't a pound.

Scott: Oh, no, I understand. I guess I was just hoping someone..else was in. Maybe I should come back when Lieutenant Caine isn't so busy.

Paula: *waves* Detective!

Speed: *looks over*

Paula: This man wants to see someone!

Speed: *walks over, frowns*

Scott: *staring down at desk* Wonderful.

Speed: I didn't realize this was a popular tourist destination.

Scott: I was actually hoping to speak to Lieutenant Caine.

Speed: What about?

Scott: *looks around*

Speed: Come on, let's take a walk.

Atrium

Speed: This better not involve Lori.

Scott: *hands over files*

Speed: *looks down* What's this?

Scott: Financial records from a large travel agency downtown. They have branches all over the US. The money they're making is not going toward that business, it's being deposited into a South American account. In that file, there's also employment records. Every person on that list has a criminal record, they're all women and 1 out of 5 of them over the past 5 years have gone missing. I cross-referenced with local newspapers and public databases.

Speed: *nods slowly* Mhm...and you do realize in front of your name is not the title 'CSI'.

Scott: Believe me, I didn't want to get involved.

Speed: But you are involved and that's because of Lori, right? I'm not surprised, she's very persuasive when she wants something. It's just a shame that after she's finished getting what she wants, she'll leave you in the wind. *lifts paper* I assume she has some sort of big illegal plan behind whatever the hell it is.

Scott: No. She wanted me to give this all to you guys if I found something.

Speed: You should stop while you're ahead. This time it's take it to the police, next time it'll be 'help me hide the body.'

Scott: I'm not being manipulated by her.

Speed: Yeah, you are being manipulated by her. This is what she does. She doesn't give a damn about you, she's using you because you can do something for her. If you want my advice, go back to New York.

Scott: I don't.

Speed: *lifts head* Excuse me?

Scott: I don't want your advice. You can get angry at me or look at me like I'm some piece of garbage all you want which is what everyone does anyway but I came here to give you or anyone this information and what you decide to do with it is your problem.

Speed: No one said you were a piece of garbage.

Scott: Yeah? You should have been there when I visited my father in prison. He wanted me to confess so that he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his life there and when I said no, he said it was typical and I'd never amount to anything, I was garbage, I ruined our family, all that crap. Which is actually kind of funny because my mother said the same thing after I wouldn't put up my apartment and hand over all of my life savings for his bail. Like it's my problem he killed someone. So I'm sorry I'm not in the best of moods but I came down here to get away from being looked at like I'm a worthless nothing and I would appreciate it if someone would just look into the damn problem that I got caught up in down here already because I care about someone.

Speed: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *sits on bench, sighs* I'm sorry I blew up at you, I'm just trying to do the best I can. I don't want to lose anyone else because I sat back and did nothing.

Speed: *sits*

Scott: All I have now is her.

Speed: ...I'll tell you what, I'll give this to one of my colleagues. Maybe one of them can...look into it.

Scott: *nods*

Speed: You're...doing a good job.

Scott: *looks at Speed*

Speed: *looks up at doorway*

Calleigh standing in doorway

Speed: *places hand on Scott's back* I'll have someone get a hold of you if they get anything.

Scott: Thanks.

Speed: *smirks, stands, walks away*

Scott: *looks down at floor*

Hallway

Calleigh: What was that about?

Speed: *shakes head* He's a good kid in another bad situation.

Calleigh: Another?

Speed: Long story. So what's up?

Calleigh: Horatio wanted to know if either you or Eric could come by the scene this afternoon and help him collect evidence. He had Carly with him but she had to stop by Josh's place and pick up Cait.

Speed: Sure, I'll send Eric.

Calleigh: *smiles* You're not going to go help Horatio?

Speed: I have to pass on these files to Ryan.

Calleigh: Oh, what about?

Speed: Something involving crooked travel agents and missing criminals.

Calleigh: Interesting. That's what that man over there was dropping off?

Speed: Yeah. He's Lori's boyfriend.

Calleigh: *smiling* Ooh. He's cute.

Speed: *rolls eyes*

Calleigh: Good to see she found someone in Miami.

Speed: Well actually, he's from Manhattan.

Calleigh: I take it you've been doing some detective work of your own.

Speed: *looks at Calleigh*

Calleigh: Sooo...do you approve of him?

Speed: What do you care?

Calleigh: I'm just curious. He is from New York, afterall. Might make you a bit biased.

Speed: Why would that make me biased?

Calleigh: *laughs* Come on, he's from your side of the street.

Speed: I'm not from Manhattan.

Calleigh: Alright, so you hate him either way.

Speed: I don't hate him. Besides, the kid's been through enough, he doesn't need me berating him.

Calleigh: Oh. What's he been through?

Speed: You know, you're starting to annoy.

Calleigh: Well you usually don't say things like that. You must like him.

Speed: I said he was a good kid.

Calleigh: Based on what?

Speed: Based on nothing.

Calleigh: Oh come on Tim, I need a little gossip to get me through the day. What'd you find in his records?

Speed: Nothing that warrants this much excitement from you.

Calleigh: He must have stuck out to you for a reason. You're even helping him. I can't get you to help me with anything around the lab.

Speed: *angry sigh* Okay you win, I'm biased because he's from New York. Happy?

Calleigh: No. You're just saying that to get me to stop.

Speed: Then take a hint and stop.

Calleigh: I want to know what's so great about him that you're helpin' him.

Speed: Murphy's Law keeps biting him in the ass so it's the least I can do. I'm going to get this to Wolfe, see you later. *walks away*

Calleigh: Man he never tells me anything. It's always innuendo.

TBC.............................
 
Wow so many updates! Since school started it's so impossibly hard to get in here.

AP EURO SUCKS, ALL. #*&$@&(*! :scream: :brickwall: :angryrazz:
Great great great updates! I'll try and pop in when I can, enjoy your genius, Gen. :D
 
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