Author's Note: I gotta say, as much as I hate Bunny, she is kind of fun to write. And don't worry to all the Linstead shippers, there will be more Jay coming up too. Thank you for all of your reviews and kind words on the last chapter. Reading your reviews brightens my day :) Enjoy!
CHAPTER 4
Bunny wiped down the bar. It was slow since it was midday, only two customers sitting in the corner. She looked up when she heard the door open, her features hardening when she saw who it was. "Hank. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"You've been over Erin's a lot," he began, leaning on the bar in between the stools.
"Not lately, not since you forbid her to even talk to me!" she scowled.
"Give me the key," he demanded.
"What key?" she asked, scrunching up her face.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Give me the key or I send a unit to raid your place. What will they find? Heroine? Cocaine? Oxy?" he threatened.
Bunny glared at him before taking out her keys, unhooking a particular one from the ring. She slammed it down into Hank's waiting hand. "Fine, take the last connection to my daughter away from me. That's all you've ever done is drive a wedge between us!"
Hank shoved a finger in her face, "you did that yourself when you decided you rather get high than feed your kids, and just when she was finally doing good you went and dragged her down into the pit with you. You're not fit to be a mother. You don't know what it means to be a parent." He took a deep breath, steadying himself from doing more than just lecturing her. "Who did you give a copy of this key to?"
Bunny muttered under her breath, "because your own son turned out so perfect."
Hank snatched her by the collar of her shirt. "You don't get to talk about my kids, either of them," he emphasized, making sure Bunny knew he considered Erin to be his daughter. "Now answer the question, who did you give a copy of this key to? I know you aren't stupid enough to give away your only key to some guy. You wanted to keep the original for yourself, so you'd always have access to Erin."
"How do you know I even made a copy?" she gritted her teeth.
He shook her. "Because two guys broke into Erin's apartment this morning and took her. Because there was no sign of forced entry. Because the security cameras caught the guy using a key to get in. Because you're the only one who has the motive to steal the key to your daughter's apartment. Who did you give the key to?!"
Bunny's jaw dropped. "Erin is missing?" she asked in a softer voice. "Why didn't anybody tell me? You're supposed to notify immediate family!"
"The only family who needed to know were already notified," he said, hinting at his unit. "You lost that right when Erin was almost beaten to death by your boy-toy of the month," he hissed in disgust. "And instead of helping her, your own flesh and blood, you defended that sick son of a bitch." He released her. "Now if you want your daughter to live, for once in your life do something right as a mother and tell me who the fuck you gave that key to!"
Bunny's eyes grew moist, although it was unclear whether it was because of Erin's predicament or Hank's words. "Kyle," she relented, giving a name.
"Kyle who?" Hank pressed for more.
"I don't know his last name. I've always just known him as Kyle," she explained. "Erin used to hang around him a lot when they were teenagers, before Charlie. Kyle came around here recently looking for Erin. I told him what had happened. I thought that...I thought that if Kyle had a key, a way back into Erin's life..."
"Then she would fall back into her old ways again and come crawling back into your life?!" Hank finished, unable to believe this woman's warped mind. He shook his head.
"Hank, I thought it was the only way I could see her again! I didn't know this would happen. I didn't know he'd take her. Oh God," she cried. "What have I done?"
"Too little, too late," Hank answered her question before leaving. After everything she had done to Erin, Hank couldn't find a shred of sympathy left for Bunny.
Erin's eyes were glazed over. She struggled to pick her head up when she heard a noise across the room. A thin sheen of sweat caked her skin, matting her hair to her forehead.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way baby. The worst will be over soon," Kyle crouched down, kissing her cheek. When he moved towards the center of her face, Erin could barely feel the touch of his lips against hers. Her whole body felt numb. Somewhere in her mind, she was able to tell what was going on, but she could do nothing to stop it. She didn't want this man anywhere near her, let alone kissing her. Despite Erin not responding to his ministrations, Kyle delved deeper, his tongue parting her lips and making its way into her mouth. She wanted to bite down on his tongue, but her body wouldn't respond the way she wanted it to. Erin felt sick, and before she knew it, she involuntarily threw up on the ground next to Kyle. She was only sorry she hadn't been able to aim it at him.
Kyle began undoing her bound wrist, tightening the belt on her bicep. "No," Erin managed to get out, almost inaudible. Not again. She weakly pulled away, trying to delay the inevitable. The needle once again pricked her. Her hazy eyes watched as every last drop of the drugs were pumped into her system.
"Kyle Something. We've got a first name, but no last," Voight announced as he trudged back into the bullpen.
Jay instantly knew this new information must have come from Bunny. He was glad when no one questioned Hank's source.
Mouse entered the room, "forensics just called. They couldn't pull any fingerprints since they were wearing gloves, but they got the DNA results from the blood sample. It's not Lindsay's." He handed a paper over to Voight. "I took the liberty of pulling up his record, and boy does he have one. Nothing major, but he's been arrested multiple times for possession, distribution, breaking and entering, trespassing, and petty theft."
Hank read over the information given to him. He recognized some of the places this guy was arrested at; they were some of the places Erin used to frequent when she was younger. The timeline matched up. This was definitely the guy Bunny had been talking about. "Okay, we've got the I.D. of one of her kidnappers. Kyle Donivan." He posted the picture up on the board. "He hasn't done anything like this before, at least that we're aware of." Hank felt like he was betraying Erin's trust by sharing any information about her past, but the team needed to know what they were dealing with. "He probably caught Erin off guard; she used to know him."
"How so?" Jay questioned, knowing Erin had a tough childhood. Last time someone from her past came around, Charlie had backed her into a corner and almost forced her to become an accessory to robbery. He had been blackmailing her into going against everything she stood for as a police officer.
"She used to run with him back in the day. I don't know the specifics, but it can't be good. Get me all the information you can on this guy. Most importantly, find out if he has a cell phone we can ping and do a deed search to see if he has any properties he may be using to hide Lindsay."
