Like Father, Like Daughter or History Repeating

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

Anthony and Suzette find out what the attachment to their email is. Carolyn finally awakes and realizes something is wrong.

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 Download and a Waking Nightmare

"Anthony, Suzette, you shouldn't download that!" the nervous lab tech shouted.

"It says here that the bastard will kill Carolyn if we don't download this attachment," Suzette said.

"You could possibly download a virus that will affect all the computers in the police department," he said.

"Well, we ran a virus scan and there weren't any," Anthony said. "I don't care what you tell us. Carolyn's life is in danger and we aren't going to allow this maniac and possible accomplices to have their way with her. If anything terrible happens to her, you'll have that on your conscience!"

Anthony clicked the link and followed instructions. There was an icon that said 'CSI Carolyn M. Stokes' on it. He clicked on it and there was a banner that said. 'Give me 2 billion dollars within the next 15 hours or I'll kill your pretty CSI'. Then the image of Carolyn lying unconscious in the coffin appeared. Since the web cam had audio, the increasing crowd in the room got to hear her breathing.

"When Mr. and Mrs. Stokes arrive here," Anthony said sharply. "Keep Mr. Stokes away from this room. I think seeing Carolyn like this will bring memories for him."

"Are you a fucking idiot, Anthony?" Suzette asked. "Carolyn's father has every right to see her. I know you think I sound cruel, but if it was my son or daughter in there, I'd look regardless of past memories or not. Mrs. Stokes will take her husband out of this room if it's too much for him."

He knew that Suzette was right and he relented. Meanwhile, they were looking at one of their own in the web cam lying in her underground prison. It made everyone in hanging out in the room frightened for her safety and life. They were reassured to see the calm and subtle rise and fall of her chest, but still they were scared for her. Suzette took action and told the A/V techs to locate Carolyn's burial site. She ordered Bethany to go Dulles International Airport to pick up Mr. and Mrs. Stokes. Finally, she told the rest of the crowd that they had more important things to do than to watch the web cam and to get back to work. Anthony just stood there paralyzed with fear.

"We are going to find her," Suzette said.

"How the freaking hell are we going to get two billion dollars for the ransom?" Anthony asked after he snapped out of his trance.

"You talk to the sheriff," she replied. "I'll contact a friend of my father's to see if he can help us."

He left the room to go to his office. She stood there staring at the screen and a tear streaming down her face.

"I don't think you did anything to deserve this, Carolyn," Suzette whispered. "It was my fault. It should have been me in there. What the hell am I saying? You would have felt the same way as I do if that had been the case. We'll get you out of there!"

Somewhere in Virginia and Maryland, One Hour Later

Carolyn started to slowly wake up from her chloroform induced slumber. She raised her arms in a rewarding stretch. Both her hands hit something hard and she immediately opened her eyes. As she looked around, she wasn't sure where she was exactly, but it was a little confining for her taste. She saw the I-pod that was on her arm and with one of the small flashlights she looked for the play button. When she found it, she turned it on to listen to a song or something else.

"Hello, Carolyn Marisa Stokes," the voice said. "You may or may not remember me, but I do remember you as well as your parents. First, let me congratulate you on doing a great job in following the evidence. That's part of your job, pretty girl."

Who is this person and how does he or she know me? Carolyn thought. Does this cretin know my parents? Is this individual related to that awful guy Hank Peddigrew and his fucked up son and namesake?

"I'll make this easier on you," the voice continued. "You can breathe slowly or quickly. Hyperventilate for all I care. Take the gun, open you mouth and pull the trigger. Or you can put it to your temple. Better yet, place it on your chest. Whatever you choose, you'll be dead before your family or idiotic colleagues can raise the high ransom."

Carolyn turned off the I-pod and started hyperventilating. She kicked the top of the coffin hard to get it to open. It didn't budge. She pushed it with all her might, still didn't give way.

"Where the hell am I?" she shouted. "Get me the fuck out of here!"

She continued to struggle and breathed rapidly for a few moments. There was no way out of this, she was trapped.

"Get me the fucking hell out of this box!" she shrieked. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her long 'no' turned into a few screams, she closed her eyes and tears were rolling down her face. She had never been this frightened before. Not even nearly getting stabbed by her ex-boyfriend she dated before she met Jackson was this terrifying.

Back in the Washington DC Crime Lab

Anthony returned to the room and noticed the frightened expression on Suzette's face.

"How's Carolyn doing?" he asked.

"She finally woke up," Suzette's voice was shaky. "She was listening to the I-pod and the person speaking knew her and her parents. This bastard told her that she'll be dead before we can raise the ransom. You should have seen her screaming and nearly crying before she passed out. Any luck with the sheriff?"

"They won't help us," Anthony shook his head. "I even got the Mayor involved, but no response yet. I'll relieve you and you can call that friend to help out."

"Sure, I can't stand to see her like this anymore," she cried and left the room.

Anthony watched as he saw the young woman lying there. He shook his head in disbelief that someone could do something like that to any of his CSIs. He would love to track down the people responsible and throttle them.

Somewhere Across the Country, 36,000 Feet In the Air

Warrick Brown was sitting in his seat and watching something on his personal monitor. He looked at Nick and Sara across the aisle and they were asleep. He was worried for them and Carolyn. Greg Sanders, the supervisor on Dayshift returned from the bathroom and went to his seat.

"Warrick, how are they?" he asked.

"They took a sedative a few moments ago," Warrick shrugged. "When you left, they were nearly crying and on the verge of a breakdown. Nick is taking this harder than Sara since he had been through something like this 30 years ago."

"Carolyn's a strong woman," Greg said. "She is Nick and Sara's daughter. I'm sure that her colleagues will find her. Now, we have to be there for her parents. Get some rest and the flight attendant will wake us when we are about to land."

A few moments later, Warrick turned off his monitor and fell asleep. Greg soon followed. Once they arrive in Washington, it will be rough on everyone. The four of them hoped that Carolyn would be rescued in one piece.

TBC