I had written this and posted it on Fanfiction.net awhile ago, but I decided to rewrite it for grammar and plot reasons. So...enjoy!
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Chapter 1 - Reconnecting
Set a month after "Uncle". Detective John Munch sits at his desk in a daze, his gaze set on a small picture on the top of his desk. As Cragen rambled on about DD-5's and paperwork, he flipped the picture to its backside to read the inscription on the back.
"Six senses keeping
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two is a perfect number
But one..."
Munch let out a depressed sigh.
"Detective Munch?" Cragen called out.
Munch blinked and quickly came out of his daze, "Yes sir?"
"You with us?" Cragen asked.
"Yes," Munch said and under his breath added, "In a manner of speaking."
Cragen gave him a queer look and continued with his spiel. When it ended the detectives went back to their perspective job assignments. Munch and Fin worked together quietly going through the PINNS looking over potential suspects for a case they we're working on.
"You running on all cylinders today man?" Fin asked breaking the silence.
"Yes," Munch replied snidely.
"Doesn't seem like it, you seem off today." Fin told him.
"Like you never had a bad day?" Munch asked getting progressively annoyed with his questions.
"Yeah, OK." Fin replied, knowing when to back off.
Around 10pm or so, Detective Munch was on foot on his way to his apartment when he came in front of a live music night club called "The Funkbox". He stood there, listening to the band that was playing as people pushed their way in. Munch took a deep breath, paid the bouncer and stepped inside. Inside he heard the jazzy piano riffs to Jamiroqui's 'Virtual Insanity" and a female singing the lyrics. The patrons we're singing along note by note. Munch hung in the back watching curiously as the singer captivated the audience. The singer the was young girl, no older then 22 or so, long brown hair, tall-about 5'11, and on the thin side. She wore a pin stripe black/white suit with matching fedora that made Munch smile to himself.
The band played two more songs and an encore and proceeded to the bar. Munch straightened his suit and made his way thru the crowd and up to the bar, where he got a seat (thru much perservsion and a few flashes of his badge) next to the singer.
After a shot he got a boast of courage, "Arent you a bit to young to be drinking?" Munch asked her.
The singer put down her shot glass, "Who are you? My father?" she said with a bit of a laugh.
"Not excatly." he said simply.
"Let me guess, you knew a guy who knew a guy who use to work with my dad right?" she asked already getting annoyed.
"No, but I knew a guy who is married to your mother," Munch said with a bit of sarcasm.
"Married to my mother?....there was only one guy and thats my father..." The singer turned to him and stared.
"Hi kiddo." Munch said quietly.
"Uncle John?" she asked.
"In the flesh?" he smiled. "How are you Rebecca?"
Rebecca stood up angrily, "You deserting son of a bitch!" she yelled.
"That wasnt the warm welcome I was expecting," he said honestly.
"What we're you expecting, for me to throw my arms around you and tell you how much Ive missed you?!" she screamed.
"Can you keep you're voice down? people are going to think we just broke up," Munch asked her.
Rebecca sat back down and finished her shot, "the last time I heard from you was when I called you to tell you THREE years ago that I was moving to New York and it would be nice if my favorite uncle would meet me at the train station. Did you say you we're going to meet me at the train station? YES. Did you meet me at the train station? NO. Did I hear from you again? NO."
"I was going thru some rough..."
"Bullcrap!" Rebecca interuppted, "You we're either A.Drunk B.Depressed C.All the above."
"Thats not fair," Munch protested.
"But its true I bet," Rebecca retorted. "Listen, I dont know what life theartening illness or revealation you've that made you want to come and see me, but know this, all is forgiven. Go on with your life, ok? Just forget about me." she said and disapeared behind the stage with the rest of her band.
Munch watched her walked out of her life as he did hers so many years ago, and came to the realization of the hurt he must of put her through.
"Maybe its just better this way," he said in a sigh and left the club.
12:02am, Munch laid sprawled out on his couch, still clothed and a cold wash-rag over his forehead and eyes when there was a beep signling an APB was coming over his police radio. He sat up immeidately and listened to the APB.
"APB to any avaliable officers in the Manhattan area, viscous assault on female victim -- 20 years old found at "Funk Box" nightclub enroute to Bellvue hospital. Requesting sex crimes dectective for possible rape..."
Munch was already gone.
((To be continued))
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Can't wait to read more 
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I wonder if that girl he saw was the one that was raped
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Makes us think alittle right..lol
.I wonder if that girl he saw was the one that was raped
.Makes us think alittle right..lol
Chapter Two : The Consquences
Bellvue Hospital 12:22am, Munch gets some infomation from the receptionist about the case and is given a room number. He rushes the a pair of double doors and finds the triage room number he is looking for. He rushes in....
"John?...."
"Oliva?"...Munch asks surprised, seeing her by a strange sleeping girls bedside.
"You heard the APB too?" she asked coming up to him.
"Yeah, I heard it was a pretty serious assult so I came."
"Mulitple head fractures, yolked then raped, I would say so. Elliot should be here in a few minutes, why don't you go back home and get some sleep," she smiled.
"Thanks Liv," he said gratefully.
Munch left the triage room and leaned against the wall, sighing with relief.
"Oh my god....Mister...Mister Munch?" a voice called out.
Munch turned his head to the left, a young man about 21-black hair-brown eyes-6 foot-and a piecered lip was calling out to him from down the hall.
Munch blinked, "Chris Dial?"
The young man (Chris) walked up to him, "Yeah! Oh my god," he shook his hand, "what are you doing here?"
"Working a case."
"Rebecca's case?" Chris asked hopefully.
Munch's faces dropped, "Rebecca's...."
"You don't know....?" Chris grabbed his hand and led him to the room 4 doors down. He pushed back the curtain to reveal Rebecca laying in a bed, hooked up to a respirator and bandaged severly about her head. "We we're packing up after our gig, she went out to the alley for some air, we didnt even noticed she was missing until we we're ready to leave and she hadn't come back...." he took a shuddering breath.
"Calm down, who found her?" Munch asked him whipping out his notebook.
"I did. I went looking for her when we we're getting ready to leave. I found her in the alley, half naked, lying on the ground bleeding. She was hardly breathing, so I screamed for help and the next thing I knew we we're here." Chris told Munch.
"Did you see anyone in the area?" Munch asked.
"No sir, no one." Chris said.
At the time a doctor walked in.
"May I ask who you two are?"
"Detective Munch, Manhattan SVU." Munch said showing his badge.
The doctor looked to his chart, "You're also listed as the patients nearests next of kin. Her parents have been notified. Im doctor Andrews," he looked to Chris, "Who are you?"
"Her friend," Chris said nervously, "Whats going on with her?"
"Rebecca has suffered some minor cranial swelling but I dont think its anything to seriously worry about, it will go down without any permanent damage. I want to watch her closely over the next few hours just in case." Dr. Andrews said.
Munch turned to Chris, "Go get some coffee ok?"
Chris nodded and left.
"Did you do a rape kit?" Munch asked, a bit uneasy.
"Yes, we did find evidence of seminal fluids, you'll have the report on the samples before you leave" the doctor told Munch.
"Thanks," Munch said.
Dr. Andrews left and Munch took out his cell phone and dialed, "Fin, yeah its me, who else would call you. I'm at Bellvue. Thanks," he hung up.
Munch sat down and made himself comfortable in a nearby chair. "Maybe it wasn't better that way," he mumbled and lowered his hat over his eyes.
Bellvue Hospital 12:22am, Munch gets some infomation from the receptionist about the case and is given a room number. He rushes the a pair of double doors and finds the triage room number he is looking for. He rushes in....
"John?...."
"Oliva?"...Munch asks surprised, seeing her by a strange sleeping girls bedside.
"You heard the APB too?" she asked coming up to him.
"Yeah, I heard it was a pretty serious assult so I came."
"Mulitple head fractures, yolked then raped, I would say so. Elliot should be here in a few minutes, why don't you go back home and get some sleep," she smiled.
"Thanks Liv," he said gratefully.
Munch left the triage room and leaned against the wall, sighing with relief.
"Oh my god....Mister...Mister Munch?" a voice called out.
Munch turned his head to the left, a young man about 21-black hair-brown eyes-6 foot-and a piecered lip was calling out to him from down the hall.
Munch blinked, "Chris Dial?"
The young man (Chris) walked up to him, "Yeah! Oh my god," he shook his hand, "what are you doing here?"
"Working a case."
"Rebecca's case?" Chris asked hopefully.
Munch's faces dropped, "Rebecca's...."
"You don't know....?" Chris grabbed his hand and led him to the room 4 doors down. He pushed back the curtain to reveal Rebecca laying in a bed, hooked up to a respirator and bandaged severly about her head. "We we're packing up after our gig, she went out to the alley for some air, we didnt even noticed she was missing until we we're ready to leave and she hadn't come back...." he took a shuddering breath.
"Calm down, who found her?" Munch asked him whipping out his notebook.
"I did. I went looking for her when we we're getting ready to leave. I found her in the alley, half naked, lying on the ground bleeding. She was hardly breathing, so I screamed for help and the next thing I knew we we're here." Chris told Munch.
"Did you see anyone in the area?" Munch asked.
"No sir, no one." Chris said.
At the time a doctor walked in.
"May I ask who you two are?"
"Detective Munch, Manhattan SVU." Munch said showing his badge.
The doctor looked to his chart, "You're also listed as the patients nearests next of kin. Her parents have been notified. Im doctor Andrews," he looked to Chris, "Who are you?"
"Her friend," Chris said nervously, "Whats going on with her?"
"Rebecca has suffered some minor cranial swelling but I dont think its anything to seriously worry about, it will go down without any permanent damage. I want to watch her closely over the next few hours just in case." Dr. Andrews said.
Munch turned to Chris, "Go get some coffee ok?"
Chris nodded and left.
"Did you do a rape kit?" Munch asked, a bit uneasy.
"Yes, we did find evidence of seminal fluids, you'll have the report on the samples before you leave" the doctor told Munch.
"Thanks," Munch said.
Dr. Andrews left and Munch took out his cell phone and dialed, "Fin, yeah its me, who else would call you. I'm at Bellvue. Thanks," he hung up.
Munch sat down and made himself comfortable in a nearby chair. "Maybe it wasn't better that way," he mumbled and lowered his hat over his eyes.
oh my gosh this is really good I hope you update soon can't wait
This is the best Munch story eva! And I am a HUGE MUNCH FAN!
Thanks everyone, they say when you're the youngest in a family you crave feedback and verification...and ya'll are doing a great job
Im gonna write out the next chapter tonight, promise.
Becca.
Im gonna write out the next chapter tonight, promise.
Becca.
Chapter 3 : Reunion
6:30am, Bellvue Hospital.
Detective Tutuola stands outside Rebecca's room watching the happenings inside. He is soon greeted by Benson and Stabler.
"Whats up?" Stabler asks.
"Girls parents just got here from Baltimore, they took the first train here when they found out. They're lucky she woke up when she did." Fin told them.
"We got info on her?" Benson asked.
"Yeah, vics name is Rebecca Hunt, 20 years old. Her folks are in their with her, Stacey and Harold Hunt, Rebecca moved here when she was 18, living with her friends Chris Dial, Travis Spider, and Chris Syder..." Fin told them.
"3 guys? Suspects?" Benson asked intrigued.
"She said the're like brothers to her, known them since 1st grade, plus, they we're packing up their gear when the attack happened." Fin informed her.
"The're gear?" Stabler inquiered.
"Band stuff, the're in a band." Fin answered.
"Wheres Munch? I thought he was on this case." Benson asked looking up from her notebook.
"He went to get a cup of coffee. I got a feelin' Munch knows more about this family then he's lettin on..." Fin concluded.
"Come on now, not everyone in Baltimore knows each other," Stabler said with a smile.
"Not everyone welcomes a Detective with a hug and a handshake eitha," Fin said.
"I can't possibly imagine what their relationship could be...." Benson wondered.
"Yo," Fin said spotting Munch walking towards them with his coffee, giving the others a nod. "Got ya coffee man?"
"You know it," Munch sipped his drink. "Any news?"
"Not really," Stabler said, "we're better if we wait till better daylight to do a search of the crime scene."
"Its daylight now, why are we just standing around?" Munch asked sternly.
"John, its still dark..." Benson said softly.
"Its not that dark, why dont you try doing something," he said and turned towards the plate glass of Rebecca's room.
Fin motioned for Benson and Stabler to ignore him and go on with their duties. Fin stepped up behind him, his reflection behind Munch's as he stared into the room.
"What's up man?" Fin asked.
"Nothing."
"Just a case right?"
"Yup, just another case."
"Yea? Well, keep it that way, alright?". Fin said and walked into the room. "Im Detective Tutuola with Special Victims Unit, I'm gonna need to ask you some questions about what happened to tonight."
Munch walked in and stood at Fins said quietly.
"My memory's really....fuzzy," Rebecca said talking slowly.
"She has 3 broken ribs and 4 bruised ribs..." her mother said worriedly, "cant this wait?"
"Stac--Mrs.Hunt, we need to this while her memory is still fresh," Munch said in a soft tone.
"How fresh can her memory be when she was just unconsious?" Mr.Hunt asked in a tone.
"Gotta try," Fin said briksly then looked to Rebecca, "Do you remember anything?"
Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment then took a deep breath. "It was like 11:30 when our gig was done, I know that cause it when we usually finish. I spent a few minutes at the bar...." he eyes quickly went to Munch's...."then went outside. I wasnt out there long cause I wasnt even finished the cigarette I had lit up..."
"Cigarette!?" her mother yelled, "when did you start smoking?!"
"Stacey...." Mr.Hunt calmed her down, "not now."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
Rebecca smiled gently and continued, "I was facing the street....thats all I remeber."
"Did you hear anything?" Munch asked.
"Nothing," Rebecca said.
Munch sighed frustratedly, "Ok, get some rest. We'll call you in for a possible line-up after we question your bandmates."
Munch and Fin walked out and headed outside the hospital.
"Is she was facing the street, then the perp came from inside the club," Fin said.
"More reasonfor the perp to be one of her so called "friends" " Munch said.
"What do you know about them?" Fin asked him.
"What make you think I know them?" he asked indigently.
"You's a bad liar John." Fin said simply. "Nevermind man, if you dont wanna give up any infomation that might get this over with then fine man. We'll do this the hard way." he said and quickly headed to his car leaving Munch behind.
Munch stood there for a second, huffily....
"Fin! Wait up!..." Munch called out.
Fin stopped and smiled to himself smugly. "Yeah John."
"I know....somethings. We'll talk over breakfast. I could go for a bagel and a coffee right now, your treat." Munch said with a slight smile.
"Whatever John," Fin said shaking his head.
6:30am, Bellvue Hospital.
Detective Tutuola stands outside Rebecca's room watching the happenings inside. He is soon greeted by Benson and Stabler.
"Whats up?" Stabler asks.
"Girls parents just got here from Baltimore, they took the first train here when they found out. They're lucky she woke up when she did." Fin told them.
"We got info on her?" Benson asked.
"Yeah, vics name is Rebecca Hunt, 20 years old. Her folks are in their with her, Stacey and Harold Hunt, Rebecca moved here when she was 18, living with her friends Chris Dial, Travis Spider, and Chris Syder..." Fin told them.
"3 guys? Suspects?" Benson asked intrigued.
"She said the're like brothers to her, known them since 1st grade, plus, they we're packing up their gear when the attack happened." Fin informed her.
"The're gear?" Stabler inquiered.
"Band stuff, the're in a band." Fin answered.
"Wheres Munch? I thought he was on this case." Benson asked looking up from her notebook.
"He went to get a cup of coffee. I got a feelin' Munch knows more about this family then he's lettin on..." Fin concluded.
"Come on now, not everyone in Baltimore knows each other," Stabler said with a smile.
"Not everyone welcomes a Detective with a hug and a handshake eitha," Fin said.
"I can't possibly imagine what their relationship could be...." Benson wondered.
"Yo," Fin said spotting Munch walking towards them with his coffee, giving the others a nod. "Got ya coffee man?"
"You know it," Munch sipped his drink. "Any news?"
"Not really," Stabler said, "we're better if we wait till better daylight to do a search of the crime scene."
"Its daylight now, why are we just standing around?" Munch asked sternly.
"John, its still dark..." Benson said softly.
"Its not that dark, why dont you try doing something," he said and turned towards the plate glass of Rebecca's room.
Fin motioned for Benson and Stabler to ignore him and go on with their duties. Fin stepped up behind him, his reflection behind Munch's as he stared into the room.
"What's up man?" Fin asked.
"Nothing."
"Just a case right?"
"Yup, just another case."
"Yea? Well, keep it that way, alright?". Fin said and walked into the room. "Im Detective Tutuola with Special Victims Unit, I'm gonna need to ask you some questions about what happened to tonight."
Munch walked in and stood at Fins said quietly.
"My memory's really....fuzzy," Rebecca said talking slowly.
"She has 3 broken ribs and 4 bruised ribs..." her mother said worriedly, "cant this wait?"
"Stac--Mrs.Hunt, we need to this while her memory is still fresh," Munch said in a soft tone.
"How fresh can her memory be when she was just unconsious?" Mr.Hunt asked in a tone.
"Gotta try," Fin said briksly then looked to Rebecca, "Do you remember anything?"
Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment then took a deep breath. "It was like 11:30 when our gig was done, I know that cause it when we usually finish. I spent a few minutes at the bar...." he eyes quickly went to Munch's...."then went outside. I wasnt out there long cause I wasnt even finished the cigarette I had lit up..."
"Cigarette!?" her mother yelled, "when did you start smoking?!"
"Stacey...." Mr.Hunt calmed her down, "not now."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
Rebecca smiled gently and continued, "I was facing the street....thats all I remeber."
"Did you hear anything?" Munch asked.
"Nothing," Rebecca said.
Munch sighed frustratedly, "Ok, get some rest. We'll call you in for a possible line-up after we question your bandmates."
Munch and Fin walked out and headed outside the hospital.
"Is she was facing the street, then the perp came from inside the club," Fin said.
"More reasonfor the perp to be one of her so called "friends" " Munch said.
"What do you know about them?" Fin asked him.
"What make you think I know them?" he asked indigently.
"You's a bad liar John." Fin said simply. "Nevermind man, if you dont wanna give up any infomation that might get this over with then fine man. We'll do this the hard way." he said and quickly headed to his car leaving Munch behind.
Munch stood there for a second, huffily....
"Fin! Wait up!..." Munch called out.
Fin stopped and smiled to himself smugly. "Yeah John."
"I know....somethings. We'll talk over breakfast. I could go for a bagel and a coffee right now, your treat." Munch said with a slight smile.
"Whatever John," Fin said shaking his head.
omg this is really good i can't wait for an update i wonder if john munch will tell them :?
oh man i hate u know u makin' me fell all emotional bout this LOL! im really feelin' for john more than ever before! it reminds me of one fan fic i wrote w/ me and martin short!
Wow, I never thought I would acutally envoke any emotions (lol) but thanks for the feedback ya'll, it makes posting my fics alot less nerve-wrecking.
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Chapter 4 : Truths
7:12am : 'Lox Stocks & Bagels' - a diner in Manhattan, Munch and Fin sit and talk over breakfast.
"So," Fin said putting his cup of coffee down on the table, "you're the vics godfather?"
"Its an honorary title, and her name is Rebecca." Munch reminded him wipping a bit of cream cheese of the corner of his mouth.
"Honorary?" Fin questioned.
Munch sighed, lossing his patience, "I grew up with her mother, introduced her mother to her father and stuck around when she was born."
"Means you use to babysit," Fin said with a smile.
"Why not, they helped me thru-out the years. Her dad drove trucks for a living so I'd help watch her during the day while I was working nights in Baltimore." Munch shrugged.
"Ya'll are close then." Fin said.
"Is that a question or a statement?" Munch retorted.
"I dunno, you tell me." Fin looked to him.
The corner of Munch's mouth curled and he took a deep breath, becoming uneasy.
"We use to be, I got kinda caught up with things here and didn't do the things I said I would when she moved here," Munch told him.
"It's ok man, happens to all of us," Fin said nonchantly.
Munch didn't look happy with his comment.
"Anyway, what can you throw in to this investigation?" Fin asked quickly.
Munch laid some money on the table and the two got up and started to walk.
"I know that if we are going to suspect her roomates, we better keep it under her radar or all hell will break loose." Munch said.
"They that close?" Fin asked.
"Like brothers from other mothers.." Munch said.
"Don't ever say that again, I think I died a bit inside man." Fin said shaking his head.
"I also know that she's going to strive to normalcey so talking to her is going to be hard beacause she wont want to relive those events all over again. She's a 'live in the now' type of person." Munch informed him.
"You two we're really close, weren't you?" Fin asked finally getting it.
Munch shoved his hands in his pocket, "not everyones second word is 'Munch'".
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Chapter 4 : Truths
7:12am : 'Lox Stocks & Bagels' - a diner in Manhattan, Munch and Fin sit and talk over breakfast.
"So," Fin said putting his cup of coffee down on the table, "you're the vics godfather?"
"Its an honorary title, and her name is Rebecca." Munch reminded him wipping a bit of cream cheese of the corner of his mouth.
"Honorary?" Fin questioned.
Munch sighed, lossing his patience, "I grew up with her mother, introduced her mother to her father and stuck around when she was born."
"Means you use to babysit," Fin said with a smile.
"Why not, they helped me thru-out the years. Her dad drove trucks for a living so I'd help watch her during the day while I was working nights in Baltimore." Munch shrugged.
"Ya'll are close then." Fin said.
"Is that a question or a statement?" Munch retorted.
"I dunno, you tell me." Fin looked to him.
The corner of Munch's mouth curled and he took a deep breath, becoming uneasy.
"We use to be, I got kinda caught up with things here and didn't do the things I said I would when she moved here," Munch told him.
"It's ok man, happens to all of us," Fin said nonchantly.
Munch didn't look happy with his comment.
"Anyway, what can you throw in to this investigation?" Fin asked quickly.
Munch laid some money on the table and the two got up and started to walk.
"I know that if we are going to suspect her roomates, we better keep it under her radar or all hell will break loose." Munch said.
"They that close?" Fin asked.
"Like brothers from other mothers.." Munch said.
"Don't ever say that again, I think I died a bit inside man." Fin said shaking his head.
"I also know that she's going to strive to normalcey so talking to her is going to be hard beacause she wont want to relive those events all over again. She's a 'live in the now' type of person." Munch informed him.
"You two we're really close, weren't you?" Fin asked finally getting it.
Munch shoved his hands in his pocket, "not everyones second word is 'Munch'".
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! My first fav. word is munch!LOL! he'd be happy to hear that!
Chapter 5 : The Case.
The Squadroom : 8:32am the following day.
Cragen stands in the front of the room, his back turned to the detectives as he scribbled on the large dry-erase board. Benson and Stabler sat together on a desk and Munch and Fin sat at their prespective desks.
"Ok," Cragen said turning around, "do we have anything on the suspects."
"The only suspects we have are the roomates and Rebecca is doing everything she can to convince us they had nothing to do with it," Benson said pinning their pictures up on the board.
"Ok, well, why are they the only suspects?" Cragen asked.
"She said her attacker came from behind her, now she was facing towards the street....the perp had to come inside the club," Fin told him, "the door she and the perp went out of is locked, only the owners and employers are allowed a key."
"The owner is Abigail Rosenthal, she couldn't of done it," Stabler added.
"What did we get from PINNS?" Cragen asked.
"Nothing, no hits, nothing," Benson told him.
"What about the crime scene?" Cragen asked, becoming inpatient.
"The perp must of known what he was doing, didnt leave the weapon, samples, footprints, anything." Fin told him.
Cragen closed his eyes and held the sinuses on his nose for a moment. "Munch...you're the only one who has any insight into this situation."
Munch sat back for a moment, he really didn't want to get into this too deep. "What do you expect me to do?" he asked in a soft voice.
Cragen looked to Benson, hoping she could convince him to do something.
"John, if you could talk to her, get something from her that can give us something to work on. I know things between you and her are rough..." Benson said to him.
"Please..." he started.
"John, just get her to spill something that maybe can help us get a search warrant or something," Fin added.
Munch took a deep breath, "I'm not promising anything."
"We know John, go visit her at the hotel where her parents are staying," Cragen told him.
Munch dawned his hat and left the room.
The Squadroom : 8:32am the following day.
Cragen stands in the front of the room, his back turned to the detectives as he scribbled on the large dry-erase board. Benson and Stabler sat together on a desk and Munch and Fin sat at their prespective desks.
"Ok," Cragen said turning around, "do we have anything on the suspects."
"The only suspects we have are the roomates and Rebecca is doing everything she can to convince us they had nothing to do with it," Benson said pinning their pictures up on the board.
"Ok, well, why are they the only suspects?" Cragen asked.
"She said her attacker came from behind her, now she was facing towards the street....the perp had to come inside the club," Fin told him, "the door she and the perp went out of is locked, only the owners and employers are allowed a key."
"The owner is Abigail Rosenthal, she couldn't of done it," Stabler added.
"What did we get from PINNS?" Cragen asked.
"Nothing, no hits, nothing," Benson told him.
"What about the crime scene?" Cragen asked, becoming inpatient.
"The perp must of known what he was doing, didnt leave the weapon, samples, footprints, anything." Fin told him.
Cragen closed his eyes and held the sinuses on his nose for a moment. "Munch...you're the only one who has any insight into this situation."
Munch sat back for a moment, he really didn't want to get into this too deep. "What do you expect me to do?" he asked in a soft voice.
Cragen looked to Benson, hoping she could convince him to do something.
"John, if you could talk to her, get something from her that can give us something to work on. I know things between you and her are rough..." Benson said to him.
"Please..." he started.
"John, just get her to spill something that maybe can help us get a search warrant or something," Fin added.
Munch took a deep breath, "I'm not promising anything."
"We know John, go visit her at the hotel where her parents are staying," Cragen told him.
Munch dawned his hat and left the room.
Chapter 6 : A Plead (Short but sweet I think)
10am, "The Manhattan" hotel. Munch exits an elevator stopped at the 7th floor and walked up to room 712. He looks the door up and down nervously then knocks.
Rebecca's mother, Stacey opens, "John," she smiles, "come in."
"Hello Stacey," Munch said a small smile on his face.
"Is that John I hear?" Harold, her father, said walking in from the other room.
"Your not losing your hearing yet," Munch joked and shook his hand.
"Watch it, your not much older than I" Harold said. "Whats up?"
"I need to talk to Rebecca," Munch said briskly.
Her parents looked to each other worriedly, "John..." her mother started.
"I know, I know she's been through alot, but I have reasonable suspicion that she's protecting one of her friends. I can't let her go back to her apartment knowing that the perp might be in her own home," he told them.
Harold took a deep breath, fatherly worry encased his eyes, "she's in the first room to the left."
Munch nodded and made his way to the door, he knocked....
"Come in," Rebecca called out.
Munch walked in, Rebecca sat on her bed in a pair of sweats, stilll wearing her head bandages and staring blankly at the keyboard that sat across her lap.
"Hey kiddo," Munch said softly.
Rebecca looked as if a smart-ass comment was coming but instead she looked to the keyboard then looked to Munch with tears in her eyes...
"I can't remeber how to play...." she started to sob.
Munch walked to her bedside and held her against him, hugging her tightly. "Your gonna have some memory problems, the doctor said It was going to go away...." he said getting upset.
"Thats easy for you to say, being everything you are doesn't lie in a verb," she retorted.
"Rebecca, do you see what he's done to you?" Munch asked sitting in front of her.
"What do you mean?" she asked wiping the tears from her eyes.
"You know who did this," he said sternly, trying to corner her, "you're protecting him."
Rebecca hesitated, "he's my friend...."
Munch smiled a bit, at least she gave up the fact that it was one of her friends. "I know thats what makes this even more heinous, but your friendship doesnt excuse what he did," he held her hands gently, "he took something from you....get it back, get justice....please."
Rebecca looked down at their hands for a minute then looked to Munch, "What do you want me to do?"
10am, "The Manhattan" hotel. Munch exits an elevator stopped at the 7th floor and walked up to room 712. He looks the door up and down nervously then knocks.
Rebecca's mother, Stacey opens, "John," she smiles, "come in."
"Hello Stacey," Munch said a small smile on his face.
"Is that John I hear?" Harold, her father, said walking in from the other room.
"Your not losing your hearing yet," Munch joked and shook his hand.
"Watch it, your not much older than I" Harold said. "Whats up?"
"I need to talk to Rebecca," Munch said briskly.
Her parents looked to each other worriedly, "John..." her mother started.
"I know, I know she's been through alot, but I have reasonable suspicion that she's protecting one of her friends. I can't let her go back to her apartment knowing that the perp might be in her own home," he told them.
Harold took a deep breath, fatherly worry encased his eyes, "she's in the first room to the left."
Munch nodded and made his way to the door, he knocked....
"Come in," Rebecca called out.
Munch walked in, Rebecca sat on her bed in a pair of sweats, stilll wearing her head bandages and staring blankly at the keyboard that sat across her lap.
"Hey kiddo," Munch said softly.
Rebecca looked as if a smart-ass comment was coming but instead she looked to the keyboard then looked to Munch with tears in her eyes...
"I can't remeber how to play...." she started to sob.
Munch walked to her bedside and held her against him, hugging her tightly. "Your gonna have some memory problems, the doctor said It was going to go away...." he said getting upset.
"Thats easy for you to say, being everything you are doesn't lie in a verb," she retorted.
"Rebecca, do you see what he's done to you?" Munch asked sitting in front of her.
"What do you mean?" she asked wiping the tears from her eyes.
"You know who did this," he said sternly, trying to corner her, "you're protecting him."
Rebecca hesitated, "he's my friend...."
Munch smiled a bit, at least she gave up the fact that it was one of her friends. "I know thats what makes this even more heinous, but your friendship doesnt excuse what he did," he held her hands gently, "he took something from you....get it back, get justice....please."
Rebecca looked down at their hands for a minute then looked to Munch, "What do you want me to do?"
OMG! UPDATE!
Chapter 7 : The Search
Noon, "Ideal Apartments" in Manhattan. The detectives wait outside.
"Where's Novak with the warrant?" Munch asked impatiently.
"Give her a chance man, she's working on almost no evidence, no doubt she's calling in a favor" Fin told him.
"I would think saying the perp could be a roomate is enough to get one...." Stabler said.
"Yes, that and calling in a favor like Detective Tutuola implied," Novak said walking up to them, coming out of nowhere. She handed the warrant to Munch.
"You're a lifesaver," Munch told her honestly.
"If your so vested in this case, I can't see a better reason why not," Novak smiled.
The detectives made their way into the complex and to apartment 210. Munch opened the door, the 2 bedroom appartment was amazingly clean for a bunch of young adults. They entered into the living area which was occupied by a large flat screen TV and a couch.
"Ok, lets get this over with," Munch said. "I'll take her bedroom, Benson and Stabler - the guys bedroom and Fin bathroom and kitchen."
Everyone agreed and went off to their perspective rooms. In the boys room Benson and Stabler did a search.
"At least at one time the guys we're chivalous enough to give her own room while they spilt one," Benson commented.
"Look at this place, instruments everywhere, band photos and posters on the wall, they got the life I tell ya," Stabler said looking through a nightstand.
"Crave the go-go pace life of a musican?" Benson asked lifting one of the mattress.
"Either way Im poor right?" he said with a smile.
Fin stood in the middle of their bathroom, a not so happy look on his face.
"Of course I git the bathroom." he said miserably putting on a pair of gloves.
Fin opened the door to the medicine cabinet and a number of things fell out.
"At least theres no clearasil," he said looking through the things.
Munch stood in the middle of Rebecca room a bit aimlessly. He looked around, the guitar in her corner, the microphone hanging from the ceiling, a bookshelf dedicated to the things she wrote, clothes on the floor made him a tad wistful. He started to search the bookshelf and pulled out a photo-album, he opened it....
"Local highschool'ers win adult battle of the bands" Munch read looking at the photo with Rebecca laying in the outstretched arms of her bandmates.
He smiled and flipped the page, a picture of a younger Munch with a smile on his face, holding a 3 year old Rebecca showed. He laughed quietly to himself and put the book down.
Looking to his feet he shook his head, bent over and began picking up disgarded clothes
"You think after 20 years of nagging she'd learn...." he thought aloud.
"Now, is that 20 years of you nagging or her parents?" Fin asked with a smile, leaning on the door.
"A bit of both I think," he said dropping the clothes on her bed.
"Find anything?" Fin asked.
"No, you?" Munch asked.
"I know more about their aliments then I ever wanted to man," Fin told him.
"FIN! - JOHN! WE GOT SOMETHING HERE!" Stabler yelled out.
Munch and Fin looked to each other than ran off to the other bedroom.
Noon, "Ideal Apartments" in Manhattan. The detectives wait outside.
"Where's Novak with the warrant?" Munch asked impatiently.
"Give her a chance man, she's working on almost no evidence, no doubt she's calling in a favor" Fin told him.
"I would think saying the perp could be a roomate is enough to get one...." Stabler said.
"Yes, that and calling in a favor like Detective Tutuola implied," Novak said walking up to them, coming out of nowhere. She handed the warrant to Munch.
"You're a lifesaver," Munch told her honestly.
"If your so vested in this case, I can't see a better reason why not," Novak smiled.
The detectives made their way into the complex and to apartment 210. Munch opened the door, the 2 bedroom appartment was amazingly clean for a bunch of young adults. They entered into the living area which was occupied by a large flat screen TV and a couch.
"Ok, lets get this over with," Munch said. "I'll take her bedroom, Benson and Stabler - the guys bedroom and Fin bathroom and kitchen."
Everyone agreed and went off to their perspective rooms. In the boys room Benson and Stabler did a search.
"At least at one time the guys we're chivalous enough to give her own room while they spilt one," Benson commented.
"Look at this place, instruments everywhere, band photos and posters on the wall, they got the life I tell ya," Stabler said looking through a nightstand.
"Crave the go-go pace life of a musican?" Benson asked lifting one of the mattress.
"Either way Im poor right?" he said with a smile.
Fin stood in the middle of their bathroom, a not so happy look on his face.
"Of course I git the bathroom." he said miserably putting on a pair of gloves.
Fin opened the door to the medicine cabinet and a number of things fell out.
"At least theres no clearasil," he said looking through the things.
Munch stood in the middle of Rebecca room a bit aimlessly. He looked around, the guitar in her corner, the microphone hanging from the ceiling, a bookshelf dedicated to the things she wrote, clothes on the floor made him a tad wistful. He started to search the bookshelf and pulled out a photo-album, he opened it....
"Local highschool'ers win adult battle of the bands" Munch read looking at the photo with Rebecca laying in the outstretched arms of her bandmates.
He smiled and flipped the page, a picture of a younger Munch with a smile on his face, holding a 3 year old Rebecca showed. He laughed quietly to himself and put the book down.
Looking to his feet he shook his head, bent over and began picking up disgarded clothes
"You think after 20 years of nagging she'd learn...." he thought aloud.
"Now, is that 20 years of you nagging or her parents?" Fin asked with a smile, leaning on the door.
"A bit of both I think," he said dropping the clothes on her bed.
"Find anything?" Fin asked.
"No, you?" Munch asked.
"I know more about their aliments then I ever wanted to man," Fin told him.
"FIN! - JOHN! WE GOT SOMETHING HERE!" Stabler yelled out.
Munch and Fin looked to each other than ran off to the other bedroom.
OMG what is it!
Chapter 8 : Its not the lying that hurts...
1:30pm, Back at the squad room, Novak has joined the detectives to talk about the case.
"We found the metal pipe under Chris Syders mattress with her blood on it!" Munch said angrily.
"Yes, but the guys live in one room, that could of easily been planted by another one of them. You have no prints, its all circumstanical." Novak informed him.
"So what do we do?" Benson asked with a concerned tone, "she went back to the apartment...shes LIVING with her attacker and even she can't decifer who did it."
A silence fell upon the group. Stabler stood up suddenly.
"Ok...we ambush them," Stabler said.
"Care to explain," Cragen asked.
"I saw a flyer, the're playing tonight, a Welcome back sort of thing. We go in, arrest the guys, put them in seperate rooms and see's who speaks first." Stabler told them.
"The're not going to admit to anything, Rebecca has there back, they probably think they're invisable," Munch sighed.
"Has she spoken with Dr.Wong?" Novak asked.
"No, why would she?" Munch said with disdain.
"Tell her its normal proccedure for a victim," Casey explained, "I bet you tomorrows lunch that at point in time she had a relationship with one of those boys..."
"and the perp would either brag or be very insulted by that fact" Benson completed.
Munch sighed heavily, "I don't know..."
"John, bring her in first and have her talk to Wong. then when we bust the guys, we inform them on what Rebecca has said and see who is the first to squeal," Cragen said.
"I'm really tired of lying to her to get this done, we're detectives.." he stood up, "why dont we use acutal detective logic instead of counting on the vic?!" he boomed.
"John, man, calm down. This is to help her," Fin reminded him.
Munch slipped on his jacket, dawned his hat, and stomped out of the squad room.
2pm. "Ideal Manhattan" apartments. Munch swallows his pride and knocks on her apartment door. Rebecca opens the door.
"What are you doing here? None of my friends are here for you to arrest," she said sorely.
"I need to talk to you..again," he told her.
Rebecca looked him up and down, then apprehensively let him in, "Do you want something to drink?" she asked trying to be at least a bit cordial.
"No, im fine." Munch patted the couch cushion next to him, "sit, please."
Rebecca sat down next to him, "What do you want to talk about?"
"You know that your friends are the only suspects we have, right?"
"Yes."
"And you know one of them did it, correct?"
"Why are you rubbing it in my face John?" she asked looking towards the floor.
"I'm not trying to kiddo, but..."
She looked to him, "kiddo....you use to call me that all the time," Rebecca said.
"I don't think I ever stopped," Munch said smiling slightly.
"John...I really just want to drop all this and act like it never happened."
"I know, and I wish we could, but I could never live with myself if I couldnt catch the guy who hurt you like this. Its bad enough I let this happen...Im not going to fail twice."
A tear slipped from her face and to the floor, "You didnt fail in the first place John, its not your fault..." she started to sob.
Munch pulled her in so she was crying in his chest, her tears damping his jacket slightly, "You can tell me that all you want but I wont believe it," he said jokingly but hiding the fact he meant it.
Rebecca pulled away, wiped her face and wrapped Munch in a tight hug. A wide smile spread over his face as he returned the hug ten-fold. He pulled back to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry I've been such an ass Uncle John.." she started to apologzie.
"You've gone thru alot, I understand," he said softly. "There's something I would like you to do though."
"What's that?"
"Talk to our shrink. He's a good guy and he wants to see how you're handling all this." Munch told her.
"Oh god, a head doc? really? If there's anything I got from you it was the haterd of shrinks," Rebecca complained.
"Please?" Munch asked raising an eyebrow.
"No." Rebecca said sternly.
"Please?"
"No!"
"Please?"
Rebecca's face twitched and she started to laugh, "Ok! fine."
"Get your coat, I'll take you up there," Munch offered.
"I'm going to get you back for this, you know that right?" she said slipping on a jacket.
The phone rings.
"Yeah yeah, get that will you," Munch told her.
Rebecca picked it up, "Hello?...." A look of terror came across her face. Without saying a word she dropped the phone and fainted onto the floor.
1:30pm, Back at the squad room, Novak has joined the detectives to talk about the case.
"We found the metal pipe under Chris Syders mattress with her blood on it!" Munch said angrily.
"Yes, but the guys live in one room, that could of easily been planted by another one of them. You have no prints, its all circumstanical." Novak informed him.
"So what do we do?" Benson asked with a concerned tone, "she went back to the apartment...shes LIVING with her attacker and even she can't decifer who did it."
A silence fell upon the group. Stabler stood up suddenly.
"Ok...we ambush them," Stabler said.
"Care to explain," Cragen asked.
"I saw a flyer, the're playing tonight, a Welcome back sort of thing. We go in, arrest the guys, put them in seperate rooms and see's who speaks first." Stabler told them.
"The're not going to admit to anything, Rebecca has there back, they probably think they're invisable," Munch sighed.
"Has she spoken with Dr.Wong?" Novak asked.
"No, why would she?" Munch said with disdain.
"Tell her its normal proccedure for a victim," Casey explained, "I bet you tomorrows lunch that at point in time she had a relationship with one of those boys..."
"and the perp would either brag or be very insulted by that fact" Benson completed.
Munch sighed heavily, "I don't know..."
"John, bring her in first and have her talk to Wong. then when we bust the guys, we inform them on what Rebecca has said and see who is the first to squeal," Cragen said.
"I'm really tired of lying to her to get this done, we're detectives.." he stood up, "why dont we use acutal detective logic instead of counting on the vic?!" he boomed.
"John, man, calm down. This is to help her," Fin reminded him.
Munch slipped on his jacket, dawned his hat, and stomped out of the squad room.
2pm. "Ideal Manhattan" apartments. Munch swallows his pride and knocks on her apartment door. Rebecca opens the door.
"What are you doing here? None of my friends are here for you to arrest," she said sorely.
"I need to talk to you..again," he told her.
Rebecca looked him up and down, then apprehensively let him in, "Do you want something to drink?" she asked trying to be at least a bit cordial.
"No, im fine." Munch patted the couch cushion next to him, "sit, please."
Rebecca sat down next to him, "What do you want to talk about?"
"You know that your friends are the only suspects we have, right?"
"Yes."
"And you know one of them did it, correct?"
"Why are you rubbing it in my face John?" she asked looking towards the floor.
"I'm not trying to kiddo, but..."
She looked to him, "kiddo....you use to call me that all the time," Rebecca said.
"I don't think I ever stopped," Munch said smiling slightly.
"John...I really just want to drop all this and act like it never happened."
"I know, and I wish we could, but I could never live with myself if I couldnt catch the guy who hurt you like this. Its bad enough I let this happen...Im not going to fail twice."
A tear slipped from her face and to the floor, "You didnt fail in the first place John, its not your fault..." she started to sob.
Munch pulled her in so she was crying in his chest, her tears damping his jacket slightly, "You can tell me that all you want but I wont believe it," he said jokingly but hiding the fact he meant it.
Rebecca pulled away, wiped her face and wrapped Munch in a tight hug. A wide smile spread over his face as he returned the hug ten-fold. He pulled back to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry I've been such an ass Uncle John.." she started to apologzie.
"You've gone thru alot, I understand," he said softly. "There's something I would like you to do though."
"What's that?"
"Talk to our shrink. He's a good guy and he wants to see how you're handling all this." Munch told her.
"Oh god, a head doc? really? If there's anything I got from you it was the haterd of shrinks," Rebecca complained.
"Please?" Munch asked raising an eyebrow.
"No." Rebecca said sternly.
"Please?"
"No!"
"Please?"
Rebecca's face twitched and she started to laugh, "Ok! fine."
"Get your coat, I'll take you up there," Munch offered.
"I'm going to get you back for this, you know that right?" she said slipping on a jacket.
The phone rings.
"Yeah yeah, get that will you," Munch told her.
Rebecca picked it up, "Hello?...." A look of terror came across her face. Without saying a word she dropped the phone and fainted onto the floor.
more more more! i luv it!
Chapter 9 : The Final Straw (another short but sweet chapter)
2 Days Later. 10am. Munch walks into headquaters, his face saddened more than usual. The other detectives remain quiet as they watch him enter, carefull not to say anything stupid. Plus, they had bad news of their own.
"How was it John?" Benson asked in a caring tone.
"Just like any other funeral I suppose," he said sitting down.
"How's Rebecca?" Stabler asked him.
"Dealing. She's staying with me for a little while, it was her choice by the way," he made sure to let them know that last part.
"Of course man, she don't need to be around her friends right now, she needs her family," Fin said.
"I'm the only family she has left. No aunts, no uncles, no grandparents, and now no parents. Just...." he sighed "me."
Cragen walked into the room with a video cassette in his hand.
"Munch, I want you to go into the other room and view this. After you've taken a few moments, I want you to come back out and set up a game plan." he said simply leaving the cassette on his desk then walked back into his office.
Munch looked to the video curiously then took it into the other room that held the TV and VCR. He popped the video in and turned it on. He sat back in the chair and watched the video as it rolled. It was the security camera from the hotel that Rebecca's parents we're staying at. Leaning foward slightly he watched the video more closely, a determined look on his face. Suddenly, a scrowl came across his face, he stood up angrily and hit the TV so it would go off. He started to pace bacj and forth, thoughts racing through his mind and he was trying to calm down, even though he didnt want to.
After 10 or so minutes, he exited to room and stood in front of his collegues.
"Stabler, that 'ambush' plan....still think it can work?"
2 Days Later. 10am. Munch walks into headquaters, his face saddened more than usual. The other detectives remain quiet as they watch him enter, carefull not to say anything stupid. Plus, they had bad news of their own.
"How was it John?" Benson asked in a caring tone.
"Just like any other funeral I suppose," he said sitting down.
"How's Rebecca?" Stabler asked him.
"Dealing. She's staying with me for a little while, it was her choice by the way," he made sure to let them know that last part.
"Of course man, she don't need to be around her friends right now, she needs her family," Fin said.
"I'm the only family she has left. No aunts, no uncles, no grandparents, and now no parents. Just...." he sighed "me."
Cragen walked into the room with a video cassette in his hand.
"Munch, I want you to go into the other room and view this. After you've taken a few moments, I want you to come back out and set up a game plan." he said simply leaving the cassette on his desk then walked back into his office.
Munch looked to the video curiously then took it into the other room that held the TV and VCR. He popped the video in and turned it on. He sat back in the chair and watched the video as it rolled. It was the security camera from the hotel that Rebecca's parents we're staying at. Leaning foward slightly he watched the video more closely, a determined look on his face. Suddenly, a scrowl came across his face, he stood up angrily and hit the TV so it would go off. He started to pace bacj and forth, thoughts racing through his mind and he was trying to calm down, even though he didnt want to.
After 10 or so minutes, he exited to room and stood in front of his collegues.
"Stabler, that 'ambush' plan....still think it can work?"
soooo amazing!
Im so angry.
I get done typing out this wonderfully moving chapter....then my puter freezes and it loses all my infomation.
Who said "save and save often" was right.
Im a bit frustrated, I shall update tonight.
I get done typing out this wonderfully moving chapter....then my puter freezes and it loses all my infomation.
Who said "save and save often" was right.
Im a bit frustrated, I shall update tonight.
Chapter 10 : Friend or Foe?
The next night, 9:30pm. Rebeccas' band are playing their set at the "Funk Box" as the 4 detectives walk in. The crowd is going wild as the band plays the hell out of a Green Day song. The detectives scan the room plotting their next move.
"Lets just go up there and get this over with," Munch commanded.
The Detectives pushed and squeezed their way to the front of the room, Rebecca caught Munch's eye and waved happily. He couldnt return the gesture. Suddenly, the detectives had taken over the stage and started to arrest Rebecca's bandmates. Rebecca looked puzzled for a minute then spoke to the crowd.
"Wow," she laughed, "I guess they really want to play with us huh?"
"We're not playing," Munch said his voice echoing into the mic a bit, "Travis Spider, you are being arrested for the murder of Stacey and Harold Hunt. Chris Dial and Chris Syder you are being arrested for the possbile assult and battery and rape of Rebecca Hunt" he told the boys as the others handcuffed them.
The crowd became silent as did Rebecca. The boys we're dragged out the club and spilt between Benson/Stablers car and Munch/Fins car. Rebecca chased after them, yelling and screaming at Munch.
"Murder? You have no proof!" Rebecca yelled.
"We have the security tape from the hotel they we're staying at," Fin informed her.
"Then its the wrong person....mistaken identity, happens ALL the time," Rebecca stuttered.
"Its not." Munch said simply.
Rebecca just stared at him, "You son of a...." she took a deep breath, "what are you trying to do John? Make so I have no one at all?!" she spat.
"You're not alone," Munch said softly.
"I might as well be!" Rebecca yelled, "I'm getting my stuff and getting away from you, then I'm getting a lawyer!" she said briskly and walked away.
The detectives got into their cars and drove off, headed to the station. In Benson/Stablers car we're Chris Syder and Travis Spider in the backseat. The boys looked very quiet and sullen.
"What's up boys? You two didnt look so bad on stage..." Stabler said to them.
"We can't believe we got mixed into all this," Chris said sadly.
"Yeah man, this whole thing was just one big mistake," Travis replied.
Benson and Stabler looked to each other, intrigued.
"What do you mean by that?" Benson asked.
"What does it matter?" Travis complained.
"You work with us, we work with you, try to make things go smoother," Benson told them in a motherly-coaxing tone. "We can't get you off..."
"Of course not, but you think we might get some um...lelentcy?" Chris asked in a hopeful voice.
"Perhaps, but you gotta tell us everything you know and not stray from that story when you get a lawyer," Stabler said firmly.
"Of course! Yes, we'll do anything," Travis pleaded.
In the other car, Chris Dial sat in the back of Munch and Fins car, quietly.
"You wanna talk?" Fin asked.
"Whats the use? Im guilty in your eyes anyway," Chris said.
"Then prove us wrong," Munch said trying to control his anger, "You have been her best friend since the first grade, don't you see the pain shes in?"
"OF COURSE I DO!" he yelled, "But I cant do anything about it! I cant get her un-raped! I cant...raise the dead or I would! I was there for her when YOU, Mr.Munch, weren't!" he growled.
Munch suddenly turned in his seat and was about to attack Chris when Fin sucessfully pulled him back down into his seat with one hand.
"Calm down John! Don't let him get to you," Fin said.
Munch fumed in his seat, arms crossed over his chest tightly. The trip to the station couldnt be fast enough.
The next night, 9:30pm. Rebeccas' band are playing their set at the "Funk Box" as the 4 detectives walk in. The crowd is going wild as the band plays the hell out of a Green Day song. The detectives scan the room plotting their next move.
"Lets just go up there and get this over with," Munch commanded.
The Detectives pushed and squeezed their way to the front of the room, Rebecca caught Munch's eye and waved happily. He couldnt return the gesture. Suddenly, the detectives had taken over the stage and started to arrest Rebecca's bandmates. Rebecca looked puzzled for a minute then spoke to the crowd.
"Wow," she laughed, "I guess they really want to play with us huh?"
"We're not playing," Munch said his voice echoing into the mic a bit, "Travis Spider, you are being arrested for the murder of Stacey and Harold Hunt. Chris Dial and Chris Syder you are being arrested for the possbile assult and battery and rape of Rebecca Hunt" he told the boys as the others handcuffed them.
The crowd became silent as did Rebecca. The boys we're dragged out the club and spilt between Benson/Stablers car and Munch/Fins car. Rebecca chased after them, yelling and screaming at Munch.
"Murder? You have no proof!" Rebecca yelled.
"We have the security tape from the hotel they we're staying at," Fin informed her.
"Then its the wrong person....mistaken identity, happens ALL the time," Rebecca stuttered.
"Its not." Munch said simply.
Rebecca just stared at him, "You son of a...." she took a deep breath, "what are you trying to do John? Make so I have no one at all?!" she spat.
"You're not alone," Munch said softly.
"I might as well be!" Rebecca yelled, "I'm getting my stuff and getting away from you, then I'm getting a lawyer!" she said briskly and walked away.
The detectives got into their cars and drove off, headed to the station. In Benson/Stablers car we're Chris Syder and Travis Spider in the backseat. The boys looked very quiet and sullen.
"What's up boys? You two didnt look so bad on stage..." Stabler said to them.
"We can't believe we got mixed into all this," Chris said sadly.
"Yeah man, this whole thing was just one big mistake," Travis replied.
Benson and Stabler looked to each other, intrigued.
"What do you mean by that?" Benson asked.
"What does it matter?" Travis complained.
"You work with us, we work with you, try to make things go smoother," Benson told them in a motherly-coaxing tone. "We can't get you off..."
"Of course not, but you think we might get some um...lelentcy?" Chris asked in a hopeful voice.
"Perhaps, but you gotta tell us everything you know and not stray from that story when you get a lawyer," Stabler said firmly.
"Of course! Yes, we'll do anything," Travis pleaded.
In the other car, Chris Dial sat in the back of Munch and Fins car, quietly.
"You wanna talk?" Fin asked.
"Whats the use? Im guilty in your eyes anyway," Chris said.
"Then prove us wrong," Munch said trying to control his anger, "You have been her best friend since the first grade, don't you see the pain shes in?"
"OF COURSE I DO!" he yelled, "But I cant do anything about it! I cant get her un-raped! I cant...raise the dead or I would! I was there for her when YOU, Mr.Munch, weren't!" he growled.
Munch suddenly turned in his seat and was about to attack Chris when Fin sucessfully pulled him back down into his seat with one hand.
"Calm down John! Don't let him get to you," Fin said.
Munch fumed in his seat, arms crossed over his chest tightly. The trip to the station couldnt be fast enough.
i loved that, it's good.
Chapter 11 : Snitch (A shortie)
10pm the same night. At the station the detectives have seperated the boys into different room with Chris S and Travis in one and Chris Dial in the other. Munch and Fin sat with Chris Dial and Benson/Stabler with the other two.
"You know..." Fin started, "the're gonna roll on you, so you best start talking now," he warned.
"I can't talk about anything I dont know about!" Chris yelled frustated.
Munch smirked.
"Come on now, even Im not that bad of a consirpircist," he said lightly.
"I had nothing to do with this, I swear. Run your tests and stuff....you'll see..." Chris told them.
Munch and Fin joined Cragen, Novak. and Wong outside the room.
"He's sticking to his story," Munch told them.
"So are the other boys," Novak told them. "The only thing is that the semen samples match Chris Syder and we have video of Travis leaving the hotel after the killings."
"What are the other dudes saying about all this?" Fin asked.
"That Chris Dial set this whole thing up. Told the other Chris to 'finish her up' and that we would never find a match," Novak informed them.
"Sounds long-winded, but not impossible," Munch shrugged.
"I can easily get Travis in for double homicide AND Chris Dial if the others continue to give him up," Novak said looking into the rooms.
"But if we're wrong...." Fin said.
"Then Chris Dial is going to pay big time for something he didn't do," Cragen said. "Whats your idea on all this?" he asked Wong.
"All 3 boys have a very close relationship with Rebecca BUT, I'll say that Chris Dial has had a more then friendly relationship with her," he said knowingly.
"How can you tell?" Munch asked amazed.
"By his demenor, he's more about protecting her good name then saving himself," Wong told Munch. "Rebecca could fill in alot of suspisions if she was brought in."
"Yeah....right," Munch scoffed. "I couldnt bring her here in handcuffs."
"Then tell her whats at stake. If she doesnt come in and clear things up, someone very dear is going to go to jail for a long time." Cragen told him sternly.
Munch clicked his tongue then went into the squadroom to gather his coat and hat. Fin followed.
"Need some help man?" Fin asked.
"She's a 22 year old girl, I think I can handle her," Munch said putting on his jacket.
"I mean do you need like support?" he said again.
"Not really. A valium would be nice though," he sighed.
"She's gonna thank you for this," Fin said assuridly.
Munch nodded a bit and left.
10pm the same night. At the station the detectives have seperated the boys into different room with Chris S and Travis in one and Chris Dial in the other. Munch and Fin sat with Chris Dial and Benson/Stabler with the other two.
"You know..." Fin started, "the're gonna roll on you, so you best start talking now," he warned.
"I can't talk about anything I dont know about!" Chris yelled frustated.
Munch smirked.
"Come on now, even Im not that bad of a consirpircist," he said lightly.
"I had nothing to do with this, I swear. Run your tests and stuff....you'll see..." Chris told them.
Munch and Fin joined Cragen, Novak. and Wong outside the room.
"He's sticking to his story," Munch told them.
"So are the other boys," Novak told them. "The only thing is that the semen samples match Chris Syder and we have video of Travis leaving the hotel after the killings."
"What are the other dudes saying about all this?" Fin asked.
"That Chris Dial set this whole thing up. Told the other Chris to 'finish her up' and that we would never find a match," Novak informed them.
"Sounds long-winded, but not impossible," Munch shrugged.
"I can easily get Travis in for double homicide AND Chris Dial if the others continue to give him up," Novak said looking into the rooms.
"But if we're wrong...." Fin said.
"Then Chris Dial is going to pay big time for something he didn't do," Cragen said. "Whats your idea on all this?" he asked Wong.
"All 3 boys have a very close relationship with Rebecca BUT, I'll say that Chris Dial has had a more then friendly relationship with her," he said knowingly.
"How can you tell?" Munch asked amazed.
"By his demenor, he's more about protecting her good name then saving himself," Wong told Munch. "Rebecca could fill in alot of suspisions if she was brought in."
"Yeah....right," Munch scoffed. "I couldnt bring her here in handcuffs."
"Then tell her whats at stake. If she doesnt come in and clear things up, someone very dear is going to go to jail for a long time." Cragen told him sternly.
Munch clicked his tongue then went into the squadroom to gather his coat and hat. Fin followed.
"Need some help man?" Fin asked.
"She's a 22 year old girl, I think I can handle her," Munch said putting on his jacket.
"I mean do you need like support?" he said again.
"Not really. A valium would be nice though," he sighed.
"She's gonna thank you for this," Fin said assuridly.
Munch nodded a bit and left.
Nasha: did you ever finish this story?
Hi Bubba here, I don't think she has been on here for a while.
That's what I figured. I've started from the last page and am making my way back to page 1. A lot of stories were started, but weren't finished (or posted here, I'm not sure which) here. It's not really that important.
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