Tina (turning around): Let me call Bette, see who Angie will be with and maybe we can do dinner or something. I’ll let you know.
 
Dylan (pressing the button for the first floor): You’ll know where I’ll be.

Tina (mumbling): Just hide the bodies when you’re done.

Bette and Tina’s House
Lisa let herself in and used the code Bette had given her. She set her jacket on a chair and walked into the living room. Looking at the staircase then at the large overstuffed couch she made a quick decision. Going in the den she grabbed a blanket and crawled on the couch. Smiling in contentment and thanking whoever responsible for the couch she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Regan General Morgue
Kai was standing on a stool using a digital camera and taking photos of all the different colored marks on the vic. The vic was a 25 to 30 year old white male who was found in a dumpster with no identification and no idea as to how he got there. It was up to Kai to determine the possible cause of death.
Dr. Yarosz (placing another marker): Has anything come to your recollection?

Kai (trying not to reach out and smack him; he was a short, balding middle age man of Portuguese descent and his mind must have been trapped in ancient history because he still thought that a woman’s place was in the kitchen; that was not something you told Kai): How about a size 7 up your ass (mumbling?)

Dr. Yarosz (not understanding): Excuse me…

Kai (finishing with the photos): I said nothing yet (trying not to growl there was more than one reason she didn’t like him.)

Dr. Yarosz (removing the markers): Well, why don’t you call your girlfriend (sneering.)

Kai (ignoring him; that was another reason she didn’t like him; he was a homophobic snob): No need to. I’ll just call my other girlfriend. (Trying not to laugh as he headed towards his office going on in Spanish and no doubt cursing her.) Terri you owe me big time for this (grabbing her gear.) Really big for this.

Helena’s Office
Helena (reviewing contracts and checking figures): Well one less headache (looking up as her door opened.) Well there’s a sight for sore eyes (pulling her glasses off and leaning back. Admiring Tina’s lithe form in tight tight jeans and a loose black t shirt.) More than a sight for sore eyes…