Like Father, Like Daughter or History Repeating
Pairing: Sara and Nick (later on in the story though)
Nick Stokes is on the receiving end of a phone call. The person(s) who took Carolyn bury her alive with a few small flashlights, a gun and an I-pod.
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.
The Phone Call and the Burial
Nick and Sara's Residence – Las Vegas, Nevada
"Sara, I swear you don't understand the concept of retirement," Nick said. "You're nuts to run for Mayor."
"Nicky, I thought about it ever since we sent our twins to college," Sara smiled. "I think the city of Las Vegas is ready for Sara Elise Sidle-Stokes to take charge."
"How will you react if you lose?" he asked. "You are aware that you're up against some pretty stiff competition."
"Yes Nick, I am fully aware of Rory Atwater's niece running against me," she smirked.
Before either Nick or Sara could say anything the phone rang. Sara wanted to answer, but Nick went to answer it anyway.
"Stokes residence, this is Nick speaking," he said after picking up the receiver.
"Is this Mr. Nick Stokes?" a man on the other end asked.
"You are speaking to him," Nick replied. "Who am I speaking to?"
"I'm CSI Anthony Barone of the Washington, DC Crime Lab," the other man said. "I am your daughter Carolyn's boss."
"Ah, she told us a lot about you guys through phone calls, emails and whenever she comes to Vegas for a visit," Nick beamed. "To what do I owe this conversation?"
There was a brief pause and Nick didn't like it. He knew from experience that it was telling people some bad news. Sara approached Nick, saw the expression on his face and grew concerned. She mouthed 'what happened?' and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Mr. Barone, is there something wrong?" Nick asked eager to break the dreaded silence. "Did something happen to Carolyn?"
"Mr. Stokes, I don't know how to explain it since a similar incident happened to you years ago," Anthony cringed.
"Was that bastard ex-boyfriend of hers stalking her?" Nick asked. "I should have killed that son a bitch!"
"No, he is still in prison," Anthony said heavily. "Carolyn was at a crime scene in the Dupont Circle area. She was drugged and kidnapped."
Nick let the receiver slip from his hand and it landed on the carpet. Tears were streaming down his face. He buried his face in his hands.
"Nick, what's wrong?" Sara asked.
"That was the Washington, DC crime lab," Nick shrugged. "Carolyn has been kidnapped. She was at a crime scene when it happened."
Sara immediately pulled Nick into a hug and gently rubbed his back. She released him a few seconds later. When she heard the man on the other end saying 'Hello, are you okay, Mr. Stokes?' she picked up the receiver.
"This is Sara Sidle-Stokes," she said. "My husband tells me that this is the Washington, DC crime lab. Who am I speaking with?"
"I'm Anthony Barone, Carolyn's boss," he replied. "I assume that your husband gave you a brief explanation about what happened."
"Yes, he did," Sara tried to remain calm. "Did that monster demand a ransom?"
"Not that I know of," Anthony sighed. "Are you and Nick coming to DC?"
"We are going to catch the first available flight to DC," Sara said. "I hope that there is progress in Carolyn's case by the time Nick and I arrive at your Crime Lab."
"I hope there is," Anthony said and they hung up.
"Nick, call Warrick and tell him what happened," Sara demanded. "We are packing some of our things and heading to McCarran. Tell Warrick to do the same. We're going to Washington to get to the bottom of this shit!"
Without arguing with his wife, Nick did what he was told. He knew that when she used that tone with him or their seven kids, she meant business. Sara went to their room and started packing.
Somewhere in Maryland or Virginia
The car carrying Carolyn's unconscious body finally stopped. She was pulled out and placed on her back in a plexi-glass coffin that was already in a dug up space. She was given a few small flashlights, a gun and an I-pod. The dirt was replaced and packed lightly like non granulated sugar in a cup. On the ground there was a sophisticated system of tubes and poles, possibly there to keep Carolyn Marisa Stokes alive when she regained consciousness.
Washington, DC Crime Lab
Anthony and Suzette both received an email from a complete stranger that had an attachment sent along with the message. The message said 'Download me if you ever want to see your pretty CSI alive again!'. The two CSIs were petrified and weren't aware of one of the lab techs coming in the room screaming about something.
TBC