Like Father, Like Daughter or History Repeating

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

Anthony and Bethany pay a visit to Hank Peddigrew, Jr. in prison. Carolyn is trying to cope with being in the box, but she is losing her sanity.

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. I also don't own the lyrics to 'Barbie Girl' and 'Words'. Those are property of Aqua and Missing Persons respectively.

The Prison Visit and Lost Sanity

Bethany sprinted to catch up to her boss as they walked to the visitors' area of the prison. She may be fifteen years younger than Anthony and usually a slightly faster, but he tended to be fast when his adrenaline was on near overload. She finally caught up to him and they were escorted by a guard to the visitors' side of the visitors' area. On the prisoners' side, two guards escorted a very familiar looking young man the area that Bethany and Anthony would be sitting. Only a pane of plexi-glass or plastic separated the prisoner and visitors.

"Anthony and Bethany, I thought I'd never see you again," the young man said.

"Hank, we need to talk to you," Anthony wasn't going to allow the young man make small talk.

"So, you put my ass in prison for abusing and stalking the woman I love," Hank hissed. "Speaking of which, how is Carolyn?"

"Carolyn was kidnapped and buried alive," Bethany said with a futile attempt to control her anger. "We have a feeling some members of your family are involved, including you."

"My dad had no part in it," Hank said. "My two sisters, brother and mother were the masterminds. They were angry at Carolyn for having me arresting and imprisoned. The Stokes family has had a vendetta against my family for over 30 years."

"The evidence shows that you've stalked and abuse Carolyn in the past," Anthony was close to losing his cool. "You almost stabbed her."

"I did it because I love her," Hank said. "I didn't have much to do with her kidnapping and getting buried alive. My siblings have already left the country after it was done. I don't know if my mom joined them or not."

"Do you know where she is?" Bethany asked trying to keep the bile from coming up her esophagus. "What do you know? Be honest with us if you care for her."

"May 19, 2005, Carolyn's father was kidnapped from a phony crime and buried alive," Hank said. "I am sure you know that. What you don't know is that my parents had hatched a similar planwhen I was on trial for allegedly abusing the woman I love. They recruited my siblings to do most of the dirty work. My sisters and mom did research on the internet on Nick Stokes' kidnapping. Getting the information about the case wasn't that difficult. We pick the day of the 30th anniversary to pull it off. Where is my mom?"

"One of my colleagues went to give her the ransom," Anthony was direct. "However, your mom blew herself up. My colleague got out that house in time, but was briefly knocked out. She will be fine."

"Have you ever smelled a toilet in a prison cell?" Hank asked the stunned CSIs. "I hope Carolyn dies!"

Somewhere in Virginia or Maryland

Carolyn continued kicking and pounding the coffin. Her breathing was slightly calmer, but she still was panicking. She knew she had to occupy her mind and still pray for someone to get her out of this mess. If she ever got out of it alive, she would love to kill the person or persons responsible for this. At times, she wanted to give up, but she knew that she still had to stay strong.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world," Carolyn sang. "Life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination, that is your creation."

She stopped singing and wondered what possessed her to sing that song. It reminded her of a case she was working with Bethany when they had just been promoted as Level 3 CSIs the year before. A young aspiring singer with an annoying voice was murdered at a 1990s themed young adult nightclub and that song was playing. Carolyn wanted to shoot the stereo. She couldn't believe her parents would listen to something like that when they were in their early twenties.

"Do you hear me?" Carolyn started singing again and her voice was getting louder and progressively more coloratura. "Do you care? Do you hear me? Do you care? My lips are moving and the sound's coming out. The words are audible, but I have my doubts. That you realize what has been said. You look at me as if you're in a daze. It's like the feeling at the end of the page when you realize you don't know what you just read. What are words for when no one listens anymore? What are words for when no one listens? What are words for when no one listens, it's no use talkin' at all."

She stopped again to attempt to push her way out of this underground prison. She grunted and laughed a very sinister laugh as she thought of something.

Washington, DC Crime Lab – A/V Lab

Greg and Warrick were standing with Nick, Sara, Nicholas, Lisa and Suzette in the A/V lab. They were watching Carolyn's struggles and listening to her screams, shouts or singing.

"Since when Carolyn likes Missing Persons?" Greg asked.

"She doesn't," Nick replied. "She had a roommate in Texas Tech who was in a Missing Persons tribute band."

"She also hates 'Barbie Girl'," Suzette added. "Maybe she is singing those songs to help her cope."

Nick remembered that when he was buried alive, he was singing 'It's Christmas in Las Vegas'. His thoughts were broken when he heard Warrick shouting something.

"Carolyn Marisa Stokes, what do you think you are doing?" Warrick asked.

Everyone in the A/V lab saw Carolyn taking the gun that was in the coffin and pointing somewhere.

"Don't do it!" Nick shouted. "Carolyn, please don't kill yourself! You'll get out of there! We are going to give you the help you need to deal with the post traumatic effects."

Somewhere in Virginia or Maryland

Carolyn pointed the gun towards her feet and pulled the trigger twice making the coffin dark. She also shot at the lid.

"That's more like it," she sighed. "Damn intense lights were blinding my eyes!"

Washington, DC Crime Lab – A/V Lab

"What a stupid bitch!" Suzette shouted after hearing the gunshots.

"I see some light from a flashlight!" Greg shouted. "It looks like she didn't hurt herself in any way, shape or form."

They could hear her say something about the air vents are lucky for not making a lot of noise or she would have shot those too. It was a temporary sense of relief, but still it didn't change the fact that Carolyn was still in there. Everybody wanted to know where she was and to get her out of there before it was too late.

Their thoughts were disrupted by Anthony and Bethany waltzed in and summoned Suzette to join them in a meeting.

"You really don't have to be here," Suzette told the Stokes, Warrick and Greg. "We'll let you know when we find her alive and in one piece. All of you look like you need to eat something and get some rest. There's really not much you can do here."

"With all due respect, Ms. Nussbaum," Nick said. "I think we should stay here for a few moments. We promise to grab a bite to eat and go back to our hotel rooms to rest."

Suddenly, Sara's text messenger alerted her to a message. It was Cassie McBride-Sullivan, her campaign manager letting her know that Ms. Atwater has sunk to her lowest with smear ads accusing Sara of using the ordeal to gain votes. She also mentioned that it would be taken care of, that they shouldn't worry and that finding Carolyn was a priority. She will also touch base on any developments. Sara immediately replied to the message.

"Guys, let's get out of here for a while," Warrick said. "You heard Ms. Nussbaum, we need to eat and rest. She'll let us know if something comes up."

They nodded realizing that they weren't helping Carolyn and themselves by sitting or standing in the lab staring at the monitor. They followed Warrick out of the lab and crime lab building with Carolyn still in their hearts and thoughts.

TBC