Hank thought his day couldn't get any worse... Well, he sure wasn't prepared for the whole week then.
After finally getting a huge clue about the case they worked, Hank and the unit were in their car waiting for the moment when the suspect would finally confess to his own girlfriend about what had happened. And when he did the unit ran after him to arrest him. They were all together when the Commander Crowley pulled over with her SVU and some of her officers asking Hank to come with them. Of course he know what was happening and as soon as he found Erin's eyes, he was sure she also knew what this was about.
Soon they were all in the Silos. There were people everywhere exactly the place he bought Justin's killer to dig his own grave. The truth is, no one, no even Erin knows for sure what happened that night. Hank was looking at the group who were digging trying to find something – a body – and after almost thirty minutes, they hadn't found anything.
"At this point, we have a pretty good idea of what happened the night that your son was killed.." Crowley gave his gun and badge back to Hank.
"Mm."
"At this point, we have a pretty good idea of what happened the night that your son was killed." Crowley tried again.
"Is that right?"
"You brought the suspect, Kevin Bingham, here and he never left. We pinged your car to this location. Look familiar?" Crowley was trying everything she could to found out what happen that night. She tried with Erin and now was here with Hank Voight saying everyhing she knows. "Hank, you know this works. Save us the trouble of having to dig up his body, and we cut you a deal."
"You got a kid, Commander? No? Well, if you did, you hold him in your arms with blood coming out of his head from a gunshot wound, we wouldn't be standing here right now."
"Congratulations." She was pissed. They hadn't found anything and Hank was walking clear this time.
"Can I get back to work now?"
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"You really should take it easy, Avie." Laura said, laughing at her friend who was laying on her stomach on the warehouse floor.
"Leave her alone, Laura." Lexa was in the other side off the room making out with her new boy toy.
"I'm just saying... Her father is a fucking detective, don't you think he would find out what is happening with her?"
"I don't care what my dad would or wouldn't found out, Laura... I don't fucking care." Avery raspy voice sound in the room. "I don't want to feel like that anymore."
"Maybe you should get some help then."
"This..." Avery brought the pills in front of Laura's face. "This is my help right now." She got up, throwing a hand to her hair.
"I'm not judging you, Avery, I like what you got for us, but... I just think you should take it easy. It's too much and you've already had enough. I think it's time to go home."
For those who actually know Avery it's easy to see how hurt and sad the girl was. She was feeling alone. Her mother died, her brother died, now her sister-in-law took her nephew away. Her only sister is dating someone and somehow, it's leaving Avery too. And her dad? Hank only cares about his job, if he really cared about Avery he would know how much his little girl needs him and he would know it was too soon to leave her alone in that house. So, she needs something to make her feel better, she need someone to be there for her.
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Fanfiction"The 5 stages of grief and loss are: 1. Denial and isolation; 2. Anger; 3. Bargaining; 4. Depression; 5. Acceptance. People who are grieving do not necessarily go through the stages in the same order or experience all of them." Hank Voight thought h...