It was another late night for Detective John Munch. He rubbed his eyes beneath his lenses and ran his fingers through is gray flecked hair, pouring over yet another case file. This one was the case of the murder and rape of Natasha Beckett. She had been kidnapped, violently assaulted, viciously raped, and dumped on the side of the road in a bloody pool. She died only an hour after being taken into the hospital. What made her case especially henious was that they had connected this particular crime to a string of unsolved through DNA found in seiman left in the victims body. He also had the same M.O: Same body parts mutilated, similar scaring, same dump technique, and this particular perp had a nasty habit of cleaning the crime scene when the detective's finally had a chance to locate it. Thirteen women, all dead and shamed with no leads beyond a psychological profile and unregistered DNA.
Munch had been over the case a dozen times. No matter how many times he looked at it, there was no connection. All the women were different races, ages, some as young as 15, no defining characteristics aside from the fact that they were all female. Even Haung was stumped. Everyone was doing whatever they could but they had no crime scene, no evidence, no suspects. They had hit a dead end.
Munch wasn't sure why he kept running it over and over, why this was getting to him. He wasn't exactly a new cop on the beat and this wasn't his first serial rapist. But something didn't sit right to him.
"Natasha Beckett, Age 24, Race Hispanic
Mutiple cuts on breasts and lower abdimon, severe vaginal truma, bruises along spine and knee caps, broken teeth, clumps of hair ripped out of scalp. Seiman was found but no match in the database. Cause of death: Internal bleeding.
Body was found stripped and laid on a beach towel on a bench in central park. Eyes had been glued open. A small wad of cloth had been inserted into her mouth and tap-"
A strange weight on his shoulder jerked him from his thoughts. The hand of Olivia Benson squeezed him comfortingly. "Time to call it a night, Munch." she encouraged, patting him.
"Yeah, I know." Munch adimitted, closing the case file "Just a little light reading."
Dectective's Elliot Stabler and Odafin Tutuola were gathering up there things, preparing to head home. Munch stood up to do the same, slipping the case file back into his desk. "Aye, Munch" Tutuola called "You wanna go grab some dinner?"
"Gonna take me to a movie to?" Munch returned in his usual sarcastic manner.
Fin chuckled "Yeah you wanna go see a romantic comedy? Or maybe you're into slashers?"
John pulled his long dark coat over his shoulders. "Come on Fin, I prefer the classics!" he said playfully as his partner walked towards him "I thought we'd been together longer then that! I was gonna let you meet the family."
"Tch, yeah right." Tutuola retorted as Munch put an arm around him "You know I can do better then you."
The two men laughed as they headed for the door, followed by a lightly chattering Stabler and Benson. Before they could even take four steps, the phone in Captain Cragen's office rang. All of them turned on there heels.
Phone call at nine o'clock at night? They all knew what that meant. They heard the phone hit the reciever and seconds later the door swung open. "911 call. A girl's just been raped...and kidnapped."
Benson looked at Munch. "Cancel our date Fin." he declared "Stabler. I'll drive.
This was it. This was the break in the case he'd been waiting for. They had a crime scene. Looked like it'd be another night of all work and no play for the distinguished detective.
Hello! It's been a long time since I've written anything to post! I know I don't have a great track record for ongoing stories but I've had new insperation and its a brand new year! Besides, crime drama's are my favorite! Thanks for reading and I hope you'll stick around~
-Sven