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I love y'alls take on everything. Mwaha.
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House, Miami, 11pm
Lori: *runs in, shuts door* Scott! I'm back! Well...for a few hours. God I hate my jobs. *throws keys onto table* Scott! *sigh*
Upstairs, bedroom
Lori: *walks in, throws purse*
Scott: *rolls over*
Lori: *smirks, sits on bed, takes off shoes*
Scott: You home?
Lori: Mhm. I didn't expect you to be in bed this early.
Scott: *rubs eyes, sits up* Yeah well, I had an...interesting day.
Lori: Interesting good or interesting bad?
Scott: *turns on lamp*
Lori: *looks over* OH MY G-*covers mouth*
Scott: The rest of my body looks worse, believe me.
Lori: What the hell happened to you? Did you get hit by a bus?
Scott: I sort of got mugged.
Lori: How? Why? When? Who?
Scott: It was a con. I heard a girl crying in the alley, I went to check it out and then some guy jumped me and stole everything in my wallet and then took my car. So much for being a good samaritan.
Lori: So that's why I didn't see it in the driveway. I-I mean the car's not a big deal but...why didn't you call me?
Scott: I didn't want to worry you.
Lori: *hugs Scott*
Scott: Oof.
Lori: So you just saved up all my worrying for right now, thanks. *squeezes tighter*
Scott: Ow, ow.
Lori: Oh geez. *lets go* I'm sorry.
Scott: *laughs* It's okay.
Lori: Did you ever get to work? Were you fired? How did you get home?
Scott: Relax, everything's fine. Lieutenant Caine called them up and explained the situation, I'm not fired and I managed to get a ride home from the hospital from a patrol cop.
Lori: *sigh* You're so stupid.
Scott: Excuse me?
Lori: What were you thinking walking down a back alley! You're supposed to go straight to work! No side-trips! Scott, I swear, one of these days you're going to get yourself killed because you're way too nice. You need to stop trying to save everyone.
Scott: What if that girl was really in some serious trouble?
Lori: I hate to say it but it's not your problem. *hugs Scott*
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori* So...are you mad at me or what because I'm a bit confused.
Lori: I'm mad that you're so damn...
you. But I'm glad you're okay. And you smell
great.
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: Sorry, that last part just kind of slipped out.
Scott: Don't worry about it.
Lori: *lays head on Scott's chest*
Headlights light up room
Lori: *lifts head* What the...did someone bring your car home?
Scott: *stands, walks to window* Uh...
Lori: What's up? *walks over to window*
Scott: That's the guy who stole my car. You know, the car that has my address, spare keys and gun in it.
Lori: You left your
gun in your car?
Scott: Well, no not technically anymore since he's holding it.
Lori: What, it's not enough for this guy to steal your money? He's got to rob you in your own house too?
Scott: Credit cards were frozen the minute I called the company. He probably figures this is an easy take.
Lori: You got another gun?
Scott: No, why?
Lori: I'd like to blow another hole in his ass.
Scott: Why don't you just grab your phone and we'll call the police.
Lori: Calling the police is for losers who can't protect themselves. *walks away*
Scott: N-...*sigh*
Downstairs
Man: *digging through drawers*
Lori: *steps forward*
Man: *throws papers onto floor*
Lori: Hey.
Man: *spins around, lifts gun*
Lori: *smiles* Neat toy.
Man: Get on the floor, no one gets hurt.
Lori: Wow, you're quick.
Man: Where's the safe?
Lori: I don't know, I just moved in. *points to drawer* You're stealing our cooling bill.
Man: *grabs Lori's arm, cocks gun* You have 5 seconds to show me the safe.
Lori: Kill me.
Man: *lifts brow*
Lori: Didn't think so. I'm also not getting on the floor. *laughs* Certainly not for you, anyway.
Man: *glares*
Lori: *smiles* Want to see
my toy? He's much bigger than yours and can probably bench press more than your entire weight which, if I do say so myself, could maybe rival an otter on a wet tarmac. If you sneak up on it, of course. Because that's the only way you'd win otherwise.
Scott: *grabs Man by the collar, shoves him against wall*
Man: *drops gun* HEY! HEY! Let's just wait a second here! I wasn't really going to shoot anyone, I swear. It was just for my own protection.
Scott: I'm not even going to begin to explain to you how idiotic that sounds on so many levels.
Man: I do this for my little girl, okay? Wouldn't you do the same for your child?
Scott: I wouldn't rob people. And I certainly wouldn't teach my child to con people and make them an accessory to the crime. You know how you can take care of your child? Get a job. Flip burgers, drive dump trucks, wear a costume in front of a fried chicken place holding a sign, whatever it takes. Because the alternative is prison and then she won't have a father, will she?
Man: *stares at Scott*
Scott: I feel sorry for her, I really do. *lets go* Get the hell out of my house.
Man: *runs to door*
Scott: Hey.
Man: *turns around*
Scott: Car keys.
Man: *reaches into pocket, throws keys*
Scott: *catches keys*
Man: *runs away*
Lori: *walks over* So...no police?
Scott: They'll pick him up sooner or later and I'm too tired to make another statement because of the same asshole.
Lori:
God, I so want to have your children right now.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *smiles, walks upstairs*
Scott: Wait, what? *runs upstairs*
Miami Lab, atrium, next morning
Ryan: *walks over* Hey.
Heather: *sits on bench* Hi.
Ryan: How are you doing?
Heather: You're not going to make me go to the hospital, are you? Because Horatio, Calleigh, Katie, Anni, Delko and Carly already tried.
Ryan: *sits* I guess we're just wondering why you didn't want to get checked out.
Heather: Would you think I was weird if I told you I had a small phobia to latex gloves and lab coats?
Ryan: *laughs* So what are you doing
here?
Heather: What I mean is...I've always had a problem with hospitals, ever since I was little. I saw something...anyway, it's not important. I'm greatful you were able to find me in time.
Ryan: It's my job.
Heather: ...Just your job?
Ryan: Yeah.
Heather: *nods* Wow. Well, thanks for saving my life. *stands, walks away*
Ryan: Um...you're welcome?
Trace Lab
Anni: *walks in* Where's my so-called husband?
Katie: Did you check the back of the Hummers and do a head count on all the staff?
Anni: *frowns*
Katie: He's at autopsy. Why? What did he do?
Anni: He hasn't been home in 3 days.
Katie: *tilts head* Lucky hooker.
Anni: No. He's been
here.
Katie: So? He has a lot of work to do.
Anni: Wouldn't you want to see your husband at least once a day?
Katie: I did. Now it's your turn with him.
Anni: Did he ever just...not come home for 3 days when you were married?
Katie: No but he did sleep with
you while we were married. That kind of killed the whole 'I want to see you' mood.
Anni: *crosses arms*
Katie: Look, you two hadn't exactly been super close while you were really sick, right?
Anni: No I guess not.
Katie: Just because you're feeling better, doesn't mean things are going to go back to the way they were. I'm sure you guys'll be cool again but give it some time.
Anni: Are you actually giving
me marriage advice?
Katie: *shrugs* Just because I seldom take it, doesn't mean I can't give it.
Speed: *walks in*
Anni: You. Where have you been?
Speed: Here. In case you haven't noticed, the lab exploded and I'm on a high priority case. Paperwork doesn't write itself.
Katie: Told you.
Anni: *frowns*
Speed: Told you what?
Anni: Katie's giving me marriage advice.
Speed: *smirks*
Katie: *slaps Speed* IT'S NOT FUNNY!
Speed: I don't think you're in a position to be giving anyone advice about marriage.
Anni: That's what I told her.
Katie: Yeah well, when you get a successful one, call me.
Speed: The last thing I'm going to do is call you.
Katie: And that's the first step to a successful marriage. See? Great advice.
Speed: You didn't give any advice. You were the one that told me to call you. I'm the one that said it was a terrible idea.
Katie: *frowns* It seems I was mistaken. The first step to a successful marriage is finding a man who isn't a big bozo. Stick that in your scene and process it. *walks away*
Anni: Did she just say 'stick that in your scene and process it'?
Speed: She's writing a book of comebacks. Obviously not something that will be very successful either.
Anni: *laughs*
Storage closet, Lab
Lora: Okay, duct tape? Check. Ropes, check. Whip...*looks around* where can I find a whip in this place?
Jenna: What are you doing?
Lora: AH! Geez, don't do that. I'm trying to find some supplies if you don't mind.
Jenna: There's a drug store down the street.
Lora: Not those kind of supplies. Hey do we have any vaseline or...lube?
Jenna: I don't know, what are you planning on doing with it?
Lora: What
aren't I planning to do with it? Help me find some.
Jenna: *walks in* Here's some WD-40, will that work?
Lora: *taps chin* ...No, I don't think we can quite call it a squeeky hinge yet. OH! WET NAPS! I've been looking everywhere for these buggers!
Jenna: *kneels* Hey I found a crazy-looking box thingy down here.
Lora: A box thingy isn't on my list.
Jenna: It's locked and it says 'TOP SECRET' on it.
Lora: Open it, open it, open it.
Jenna: I just said it's locked.
Lora: So break the box.
Jenna: What if there's something valuable in here?
Lora: Yeah right, if someone left it in the storage closet underneath a mop, it's not that important.
Jenna: What should we do?
Lora: *grabs box* We're going to jimmy it. Hand me a screwdriver.
Jenna: *looks around*
Lora: How is there not a screwdriver in here? This is a storage closet. Alright, let's get to the lounge, there has to be a spoon or something we can use.
Hallway
Katie: *runs up* Okay okay, I have some marriage advice that I think you can take to heart.
Speed: *grabs folder from counter, walks away*
Katie: *walking* Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Speed: Isn't that one of the Ten Commandments? Not very original.
Katie: Man, you are
so going to Hell.
Speed: *rolls eyes*
Katie: Okay how about this one? When your partner talks, listen. When your partner cries, comfort. When your partner strives, encourage. When your partner yells at you for leaving the toilet seat up, don't do it again.
Speed: Katie, I don't need your advice. My marriage is fine.
Katie: BIG typical male mistake. When's the last time Anni laughed or smiled?
Speed: About 15 minutes ago when I told her you were writing a book.
Katie: *frowns* She laughed at that? Have you told anyone else? Did they laugh?
Speed: Stop trying to fix something that doesn't need fixing.
Katie: But Anni's not happy. You need to make her happy.
Speed: I make her plenty happy.
Katie: *smiles* Oooh how?
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Do you love her?
Speed: Yes.
Katie: Do you love me?
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Katie: Thought I'd throw it in there for posterity.
Speed: Go do something useful with your time like...investigating crimes or something. That's the only reason you should even be in this building.
Katie: Meanie.
Speed: *walks away*
Katie: Pfft.
TBC.......................
