Like Father, Like Daughter or History Repeating
Pairing: Sara and Nick
Carolyn pays Hank, Jr. a visit in prison. Will she forgive him for the hell that his family put her through or give him the much deserved tongue lashing of his life?
A/N: I named two of Carolyn and Jackson's cats George and Jorja after George Eads and Jorja Fox. I named the other cat Samantha because it is a beautiful name for a female cat.
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 Dreaded Visit
Three Months Later
Nick walked with Carolyn to the visitors' area to visit Hank. He sensed some nervousness about her and gingerly patted her in the shoulder for reassurance. She was 99 percent recovered from any physical trauma she endured of being buried alive. However, she was 75 percent with her mental and emotional health. Nick went with her to Washington to help her move out of her studio apartment and into one with two bedrooms in the Foggy Bottom area with Jackson and their three Maine Coon cats (Samantha, George and Jorja). Both men thought the move would be good for her since she couldn't stand living alone anymore. She tried to argue with her parents and boyfriend while she was staying in Vegas on paid medical leave, but in the end, she knew everyone was right. Now, she had to face the man that was either directly or indirectly responsible for her nightmare.
"Carolyn, are you sure you don't want me to sit with you?" Nick asked.
"Dad, I can handle this," Carolyn responded, but saw Nick give her a concerned look. "If I need you, I'll let you know."
"I'll be right here talking with the guard," he smiled. "Good luck!"
"Thanks dad," she smiled back and proceeded to the dreaded visit.
She saw Hank, Jr. sitting on the other side of a window and took a very deep breath. He beckoned her to sit down and she gave him the death glare that would make her mother proud. He picked up the phone and pointed it to the receiver. She picked it up with anger, gave him a filthy look and stuck up her middle finger.
"I see you got out of there," Hank said. "How are you doing?"
"Cut the small talk, jackass!" Carolyn replied sharply. "I'm sooooooo beyond that!"
"Your voice is raspy," he observed.
"No thanks to you and your fucking family!" she snapped. "I spent I don't know how long in that underground prison screaming and yelling. As a result my voice became raspy. If you want to know, it's a lot less than it was three months earlier. The doctor said it will sound better over time, but it will still be there"
"I am so sorry," he whimpered.
"I don't need nor want your apologies, shithead!" she hissed. "I came here demanding answers since your mom blew herself up, your siblings are somewhere in Europe avoiding arrest and your dad has gone to Thailand."
"What do you want to know?" he asked.
"Was it worth it?" she asked.
He sat there in silence and confusion.
"Was it worth it?" she asked slowly enunciating each word.
"I don't understand," he said.
"Well, you arranged my kidnapping at a phony crime scene!" she shouted. "Your mom and brother took me to your development in Rockville and buried me alive. You had the audacity to have your sisters bring at least two hundred rats knowing damn well I am very terrified of them."
"Carolyn, I can explain," he demanded that she listened.
"I don't care nor do I want to hear it!" she exploded. "Bethany told me about the visit she and Anthony had with you. She mentioned that you told them that you hope I died. Well, asshole, I am alive and well. Now listen to this, because this is the last time I will ever see or speak to you. You are a sad copy. Let me say that in French: une copie triste. (A/N: This was from 'Snakes' when Nick talked to the killer and called him as a sad copy in English and Spanish.) I hope you rot in hell! Guard, take this Neanderthal back to his cell! We are finished here!"
She violently hung up the phone and pushed back her chair so it made a noise that made the other visitors look at her. She got up rapidly, turned around and walked towards her dad and the guard he was speaking with.
"Mr. Stokes, how long are you going to be in town?" the guard asked.
"I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow," Nick replied. "My wife is running for Mayor and I am helping her campaign."
"I hope she wins," she said. "With what happened with your family, she deserves to win for all the right reasons. I hope her rival isn't accusing your wife of using your daughter's ordeal to gain sympathy votes."
"I think the Vegas voters will see that she can do the job well and lead the people," he beamed and saw Carolyn walking towards them. "Here comes my little trooper! Carolyn, you look happier than you came in. I heard half of what you said to him. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling a lot better," Carolyn smirked. "Wow, I never thought that telling off your ex can be so therapeutic!"
"Young lady, you're lucky that there is a pane of glass separating the two of you," the guard said. "Or I would have to pry the two of your from your death grips."
"I guess I have to be glad of those things," Carolyn smiled.
"Carolyn, let the nice woman do her job," Nick said. "I am taking you out to lunch now."
"It was nice talking to you, Mr. Stokes," the guard said. "I hope your wife wins the election."
"Thanks, Violet," Nick smiled.
"Violet, thank you so much for not asking me to leave when I was screaming and yelling at Mr. Peddigrew," Carolyn said.
"Carolyn, you had been through an ordeal that he set up," Violet beamed. "You had every right to be angry at him."
Carolyn smiled at and hugged the guard. She met her dad at the doorway and they left the building for the father-daughter lunch date.
TBC