Chapter 25

"Sergeant Voight!"

Hank Voight looked up from his desk at the sound of Platt's voice calling out to him. Standing at the top of the stairs, huffing and puffing, she looked rather annoyed that she had to climb up the flight of stairs just to pass a message since no one upstairs were answering her calls.

"You've got a visitor!" she panted and turned back down to make her way down the steps she had just climbed, without giving Voight as much of an indication who the visitor was.

As he walked through the security gate at the bottom of the stairs, he had spotted his visitors, fidgeting nervously by Platt's desk.

Bunny

She was looking around the station nervously, turning heads, left and right, as if to avoid someone. It was probably due to that fact that she's worried about what he'd say to her since he practically kicked her out of Chicago. He contemplated for a split second if turning back around and going straight up was a better idea than dealing with the drama that is Bunny but he was one second too late, she had already spotted him.

"Hank!" Bunny called out, "We need to talk." her face was stern, making her way towards him and went straight to business.

There can only be one explanation for her being here and that's because she needs money. He just hope Erin hadn't listened to her. He knows no matter how many times he try to talk her out of getting involved with Bunny, Erin will somehow manage to get herself back with her mother. And now that she's vulnerable, she's, once again, an easy prey.

"Have you forgotten what I told you, Bunny? Stay away from Erin and get the hell out of my city." he seethed.

"Seriously, Hank? Let's please just act civil for once."

He snickered at the unintentional pun and Bunny frowned, her gaze an unspoken question. "You wanna act all civil now, huh? If I remembered correctly, you had a pretty interesting choice of words the last time we spoke."

Simply ignoring what he had just said, she clicked her tongue and twisted the rings on her fingers, choosing her words carefully since she had promised her daughter that she wouldn't tell a soul or say a word of her pregnancy. "It's about Erin. I'm worried about her."

She's pregnant and drinking.

She've tried but she alone cannot help her daughter. She don't know what to do or how to stop Erin from drinking.

She've tried but every time she tries to snatch the bottle of vodka out of her hand, Erin fired back with triple the hate.

Erin's right; she's not one to teach her what's right from wrong since she, herself, was an alcoholic. She had spent most of Erin's childhood drunk. She can't even really remember Erin as child. As selfish as it sound, that couldn't be any further from the truth.

Alcohol was what she was exposed to. It was what they were both exposed to. Her mother had an alcohol problem too and so did her mother. No wonder Erin's following in her footsteps. It's in her DNA.

He scratched the top of his head, he was now definitely confused to Bunny's true intentions. The twenty plus years he've known her, she've never been the one to care about anyone, even her children, but herself.
"Have you been drinking? Erin? You're worried about your daughter?...Let me get this straight, we're taking about the same Erin you left all alone for weeks on end just so you could get high?"

Bunny stared at him disapprovingly, her hands on her hips, "Last time I checked she's my daughter. My flesh and blood."
"She may be biologically yours but Camille and I were more of a parent to her than you've ever been in her entire life."

"Can you stop it! You've already taken my daughter away from me. What else do you want for me?" she snapped, the raised tone of her voice caused several eyes to look at them.
"Bunny, if money is what-"

"I know what happened to her..." she interrupted him before he could finish the sentence she heard one too many times, "...to my baby. She told me everything the other night, everything that sick bastard did to her. I'm worried for her, Hank. You know as well as I do that Erin is a strong, independent woman but one can only take so much. I can't believe I'm saying this, she listens to you...please talk to her." she cried and that was the first time Voight actually saw genuine tears rushing down her cheeks.

But then again, it's Barbara Fletcher that's standing before him. She's a great actress who can definitely cry on cue.

"I am a horrible mother. I know there's no excuse for my actions but I love my daughter very much. I love her. I don't want her to end up like me. You gotta help her. She's killing herself…"