"Okay, get your books out and open up to chapter four, section three; we'll start class of today with some note taking and then we'll get into karyotyping." Groans filled the classroom and Mr. Sing rolled his eyes as he walked to the back of the class towards his desk, "Come on, you're an honors class you can do this."
"It's only seven thirty in the morning," a boy replied, yawning on the very last word.
"Maybe you should get to bed earlier so that you're more awake for my class."
"Suppose we don't want to be here?" Amanda Preston said, sketching on the corners of her notebook.
"Miss Preston, enough with your comments," Mr. Sing sighed, annoyed, "You have another semester with me and then you're out."
"Well if there weren't teachers like you maybe school would be more enjoyable," Amanda said matter-of-factly, putting her pen down. Mr. Sing looked up, glaring at her for a moment before smirking.
"Enlighten me, Miss Preston. Tell me…how teachers like me ruin the high school experience. Keep in mind that you're a straight A student, I can bump that grade down or even throw you out if you don't choose your words wisely."
"School experience in general," she replied after a short moment of thought, "and it's pervy teachers like you." Mr. Sing had reached her desk then, glaring down at the girl. She stood up, not intimidated by him like the other students were at the moment, so that he wasn't towering over her. "You think we don't notice you staring at other girl's asses? Teenage girls, I might add. Nobody here has the balls to tell you off except for me. I speak for the students, sir." He raised his hand then, slapping her across the face. Collective gasps escaped the other students, but Amanda retaliated quickly, smirking at his angry face. "I'll have your teaching license for that, Mr. Sing. Medieval disciplinary tactics have been banned from schools, surely you know that."
"Get out of my class now," he hissed. Amanda grabbed her bag and her books, turning back to him once before she left. She muttered something too low for the other students to hear and left the room in silence; the class remained completely mute.
XxxxX
"Female, Caucasian, late teens." Melinda said, writing down the information, "It looks like she was beaten and thrown from the back of a car. Severe head injuries, she was struck numerous times with a blunt object. I found some glass in the cuts, either she put up a struggle or the perp hit her with a bottle."
"Was she dead before the hit the pavement?" Elliot asked, kneeling down as he pulled the blanket back some. Melinda shook her head.
"She was hemorrhaging before she died; the perp threw her from the car after a brutal beating…it looks to me like he tried to mutilate her so she couldn't be identified."
"Did you find any I.D.?" Olivia questioned as she glanced down at the girl in front of them.
"No, they cleared her wallet and purse of everything that could give us a name. All I could find were some tampons and make up. Her credit cards, driver license, receipts…anything with her name on them were all taken."
"So we have a Jane Doe."
"Appears so, for the time being. Whoever did this, had a personal reason for attacking her. And they weren't first timers either."
"So why are we here if it's a homicide?"
"Her panties were ripped down her legs and blood trailed down from the inner thigh and onto the pavement. So far no fluids, but from the looks of things she was a virgin." Melinda gathered up her stuff as the EMTs put the body onto a gurney and rolled it away.
"So we're looking for a perp with a motive…bloody car seats, or a bloody van." Olivia said, "Maybe Fin and Munch could get some of the videos from last night. How long has she been dead for?"
"A few hours, possibly around two thirty this morning."
XxxxX
"Do we have any leads?" Cragen asked, leaning against Munch's desk; Munch sat in the chair, looking bored as he waited on hold.
"No one in particular; we don't know her name. She could be any one of the girls missing in New York since last night." Olivia said, pushing back from her desk, "We have to wait until six for the next set of names."
"All we know so far is that she was beaten to death by somebody with a motive. She was raped and thrown out of a car. Warner says we'll have more information soon, which should be any minute now. Cragen nodded and headed into his office.
"I'm still on hold," Munch sighed, glancing between the detectives, "When we'll get the security footage, who knows…these people take forever to get back to you."
"Just hold on there, John." Fin smirked, getting up from his desk to get some more coffee, "Anyone want another cup?"
"No, thank you," Olivia replied, followed by Elliot's response. He got up to get his own before returning to his desk, "Perfect timing; Warner just called and she has some more information for us."
XxxxX
"I still don't have a name but the glass I found in her wounds is a laminated safety glass from a car window. She put up a fight to get away, probably broke the glass with something inside to get away."
"She just wasn't fast enough." Elliot replied slowly. Melinda nodded and turned the light off behind them.
"I found some fluids," the blue light showed a significant amount inside her injuries, "Perp used a condom but still pulled out. He probably didn't think ejaculating in her injuries would leave a DNA match."
"So he's a sick bastard," Olivia said with a look of disgust on her face.
"Her cuts are also infected."
"Well the streets of New York rarely get cleaned in lower Manhattan," Elliot shrugged.
"Something tried to get her," Melinda continued, "however, it didn't get very far. I found the saliva in some of the cuts, it was a wild dog. Someone must have scared it off before it could finish her off."
"Do we know who this person was?" Elliot asked, facing Olivia. She shook her head.
"He called in anonymously."
"Anything else, Doc?"
"No fingerprints, but I will work on the semen sample. Maybe there's a match in the system."
XxxxX
"Security footage came in," Fin said, dropping two boxes full down on Olivia's desk. "All different angles, same time, all on that one corner she was found in. You're welcome." Olivia rolled her eyes but smirked.
"Thanks, but not so fast." She said, "Elliot's home for the night so it looks like it's just you and me."
"Should I start the coffee?"
"Yes," she replied, pulling out some tapes as Fin dragged himself over to the coffee maker.
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"We've watched the same incident over and over and we still can't get a good glimpse of the perp's face." Olivia sighed, rubbing her head as she leaned back uncomfortably.
"Well so far, we've seen the rape and beating."
"Yeah, the perp tried beating her brains in while he raped her. Chivalry all around," she muttered sarcastically, shaking her head. "It's too dark to even see his face."
"We're gonna hear it from Munch tomorrow about how long it took him to get these just to find out that they didn't help in the slightest." Fin replied, pausing the recent tape. He put another one in, pressing play. The same replay, "Hold on. There's three people in that car."
"I don't see the third, where are they?" Olivia asked, squinting at the screen as she leaned forward to see better. Fin pointed at the screen; he paused it and circled the area on the screen.
"Right there, sitting in the passenger's seat."
"He's just watching."
"Probably getting off on her pain while his buddy goes first," Fin said, disgusted.
"Any other videos that can help?" Olivia asked, searching through the tapes. Fin shook his head.
"Not unless you want to watch thirty more." She glanced up at the clock and sighed.
"I'll get Elliot to finish them with me tomorrow," Olivia said, "You should probably get home, I'll stay here."
"I appreciate your sacrifice, but I think you could use your bed at home for once." Fin replied, "Come on, these will still be here tomorrow, Liv." She gave in after a moment and turned the monitor off before grabbing her jacket and heading out to her car.
XxxxX
"You know I could have stayed her and watched these too," Elliot said, handing Olivia her cup of coffee.
"Yes, but you have your family." Olivia pointed out, "Besides, Fin and I didn't make a break through until about one-thirty this morning."
"Oh yeah? What'd you find?"
"Well, we couldn't exactly get a clear shot of the perp's face because it was too dark, however, it seems that we're not searching for two perps as opposed to one."
"She was raped by two men?"
"We only saw one man rape her, but the other guys seemed just as eager." Olivia explained, "And since we don't have any leads yet, we get to stay here and finish the rest of them."
"Lucky us," Elliot mumbled, following her into the video room, "How many left?"
"I think Fin may have exaggerated when he said thirty, but we were tired. I'd say about fifteen."
"Olivia, Elliot," Cragen peered into the room, opening the door as he stepped inside, "We have a young man here who claims a teenage girl was missing from class today. I think you need to hear this."
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"I'm Detective Benson, this is my partner Detective Stabler, how can we help you?" Olivia asked as they stepped into the room; the boy glanced up at them, looking almost pale.
"Detectives, a girl who goes to my school has been missing for the last two days." He started, nervously fidgeting in his seat, "S-she got into an argument with my Bio teacher Tuesday morning…h-he hit her."
"He hit her?" Elliot asked, "Like across the face?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Um, she said some stuff to him and he got really angry and just hit her, right in front of the entire class."
"Nobody stopped him?"
"You know how kids are with bullying…we're too afraid to speak up sometimes." He replied, "I guess we should have this time though."
"Okay, well let's start from the beginning. Can you tell us your name and hers?"
"Keaton Johnson." He answered, "Her name is Amanda Preston; straight A honors and AP student."
"What were they arguing about?"
"Well, I got a video on my phone," Keaton said, reaching into his pocket, "I started recording the argument because she said what all of us were thinking about him and you know, some of us blog about our crappy school experiences. She was the only one brave enough to actually say our thoughts out loud. We didn't think he'd slap her though." He handed his phone to Elliot and pressed play:
"Miss Preston, enough with your comments," Mr. Sing sighed, annoyed, "You have another semester with me and then you're out."
"Well if there weren't teachers like you maybe school would be more enjoyable," Amanda said.
"Enlighten me, Miss Preston. Tell me…how teachers like me ruin the high school experience. Keep in mind that you're a straight A student, I can bump that grade down or even throw you out if you don't choose your words wisely."
"School experience in general," she replied, "and it's pervy teachers like you." Mr. Sing had stepped up to her desk then, glaring down at her. She stood up, "You think we don't notice you staring at other girl's asses? Teenage girls, I might add. Nobody here has the balls to tell you off except for me. I speak for the students, sir." He raised his hand and struck her across the face. Gasps erupted from the other students, but Amanda retaliated quickly, smirking up at his angry face. "I'll have your teaching license for that, Mr. Sing. Medieval disciplinary tactics have been banned from schools, surely you know that."
"Get out of my class now," he hissed. Amanda grabbed her bag and her books, turning back to him once before she left.
The video ended and Elliot handed it back to him, "Can you send us that video?"
"Yeah sure," Keaton said, already setting it up.
"Do you know what she said to him in the last few seconds?" Olivia asked. Keaton shrugged, shaking his head.
"Sorry, none of us heard her. But Mr. Sing got really freaked out after she said it."
"Do other kids notice him staring at girls?"
"Yeah; she's right, he's pervy. And he's not married so he's not getting any often. He stares at a lot of the girls, more often than not, he watches them. He'll stare longer than necessary and most girls don't like how he stands over them when they're writing. He likes to do the old 'peek down the shirt' technique. So we think."
"Do you know if Amanda's parents have reported her missing?"
"Her parents are out of town for the week; they both travel for work and went down to Mexico for a vacation. She insisted on staying here to study for exams coming up."
"Did you see her after school at all that day?"
"Yeah, but Mr. Sing wanted to see her afterschool for detention." Keaton answered, "I told her not to go back there but she said she wasn't afraid of him."
"Alright, we'll look into this right away. Thank you, Keaton."