Like Father, Like Daughter or History Repeating

Pairing: Sara and Nick (later on in the story though)

Carolyn starts coming to and struggles to get out of the car taking her to an unknown point.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Sara or any CSI character mentioned in the story, I only own my original characters. No, I didn't collaborate with Quentin Tarantino on this story.

Road to the Unknown

The Mysterious Car

Carolyn was sitting in the back, still unconscious and very unaware of where she was being taken. Other cars driving by and horns honking didn't register with her. She experienced a dreamless sleep.

Suddenly, she started to stir and open her eyes. She looked out the window and saw that she wasn't in Dupont Circle anymore. She was somewhere either in Maryland or Virginia. The haze from the chloroform made her sense of direction fuzzy and her head heavy.

"Excuse me, sir or ma'am," she said. "Where am I?"

There was no answer from the driver or anyone else.

"Who the fucking hell are you?" she asked. "More importantly, where are you taking me?"

She still didn't get a response and the anger coursed through her body. Frustration grew as she started to unfasten the seatbelt.

"Get me out of here!" Carolyn shouted. "Stop the damn car now!"

A few minutes later, someone put a chloroform soaked washcloth over her mouth and she fell asleep immediately. Her body was leaned back on the seat and her seat belt was refastened.

Washington, DC Crime Lab

"Anthony, you're telling me that someone drugged CSI Carolyn Stokes to unconsciousness and kidnapped her," Ursula Bankston, the crime lab's assistant director said.

"Yes, Officer Madison Zuckerman needed fresh air after feeling nauseous during the crime scene Ms. Stokes was processing," Anthony cringed. "Zuckerman left her alone for a minute or two and this shit happened. You know that Carolyn's father was kidnapped and buried alive 30 years ago in Las Vegas."

"Are you going to contact her parents?" Ursula asked. "They have the right to know what happened to their daughter. If you are concerned that it might bring back some painful memories for Mr. Stokes, don't. He probably received counseling for his trauma a long time ago and has moved on."

"I'll speak with Mrs. Stokes first," Anthony sighed. "Wait, isn't Carolyn's twin brother Nicholas a doctoral student at the University of Connecticut?"

"That's what Carolyn told us," Ursula shrugged. "Get on the phone and contact her family. Don't even think of wasting time on this! I am also going to contact the mayor to see what she wants to do next!"

"Yes, ma'am," Anthony said and went to his office.

As he walked toward his office, he mentally rehearsed what he was going to say to Carolyn's parents depending upon whether Nick or Sara answered the phone. He would have to choose his words carefully should Nick answer the phone. It was the part of this job that he despised the most: to tell the family that something happened their child, sibling, spouse or parent. When he was about to enter his office, he changed his mind and went to the balcony for fresh air. He also wanted to clear his head, calm down, collect his thoughts and plan what he wanted to tell the Stokes when he finally calls them.

TBC