Intro.

"Can't a guy catch a break?" John Munch complained as he stepped out of his partner Fin Tutuola's black car and looked out at the bright lights flashed from the ambulence that blocked part of the crime scene and lit up the part of the street. The early morning chill was in the air already, illuminating their breaths. "Why do they insist on waking us up to come out to a crime scene at three in the morning? Couldn't they have someone who is on duty deal with these late night problems?" He continued as the partners walked underneath the yellow police tape, flashing their badges to the officers in charge of making sure no one else got past.

"Hey, I'm not exactly thrilled to be strolling around with your skinny ass this early either," Fin replied before they saw Melinda Warner, the medical examiner walking towards them, a grim look on her face. "What we got Melinda?" he asked as they finally reached her, Fin looking past her and towards the body laying on the ground. The woman's face wasn't visable to him from where they were, but from what he saw, she looked to have been raped and beaten. Even to this day Fin had trouble at times keeping his emotions in check, seeing girls so badly beaten or raped or killed, or all of the above made him want to kick the shit out of the perp.

His thoughts were interrupted as Melinda sighed, and his glance turned towards her once again. She was looking down, and he was suddenly getting a sense of dread. "I think they are probably going to have to get a different squad to investigate this one," the medical examiner said before crossing her arms against her chest. Fin furrowed his eyebrows slightly before looking over to Munch.

"Why?" Munch asked her pointblank.

"We know the victim, very well."

"Who is it?" Fin shook his head slightly, a bit confused as he looked over at where the body was now covered with a sheet and obstructed his view of who she was. His eyes moved back to Melinda.

"It's Casey."