Hello everyone! Here is my next long awaited story. I begin by summarizing what happened in the last one, so in order for this one to make sense, you need to read Digging Deep. Dick Wolf owns all the character and I own all my made up ones especially Amy. So enjoy!

Last time on Law and Order Special Victims Unit…

A case of the utmost confusion.

"Well, apart from there being blood and guts everywhere, there was money everywhere too."

"Money?" asked Cragen, "Kinda cold to be robbing banks at night."

"Yeah, but since when does our government print on only one side of the bill?" ask Munch giving his signature peering-over-his-glasses look.

"Counter fit delivery gone bad then?" asked Stabler.

Questions will be asked…

"He has a son?" asked Munch quickly.

"It's forty-four degrees and that's all you're wearing? A silk, tank top blouse!" exclaimed Munch.

"If the kid runs, just follow me okay?" said Amy.

"What!" cried Fin.

"Take the driver's seat, Fin."

"Wait! I'm the police! Stop!" cried Amy as she ran after the boy.

"You told him his father was dead, didn't you?" asked Munch.

"I had to. Otherwise, he would have ran out of those doors without another moment's hesitation," said Amy.

"What's going on?" he asked to Munch.

"We're going to interview the Mario, but we have a little problem," said Munch.

"What?"

"We can't use Amy as a translator.

"Hey Amy. What's up?" asked Novak.

"I need a favor, Casey," said Amy.

"Usually I ask what kind, but judging from the look on your face, I'm going to ask how big?" asked Novak.

"Pretty big," said Amy, "Can we talk somewhere more private?"

"There is someone I do know and she is really, really, really good. Remember that Billy Tripley case and how the father wouldn't produce the son in court?"

"Well, I heard about it, but what does this have to do with our case?"

"The father, who's still in jail, is still there because of her. Her name is Mary Conway Clark and she is the best of the best. "

"Call her and tell her I referred you to her, alright? And by the way, nice car girl. Are you letting the boys drive it yet?"

"Hell would have to freeze over before I let them drive this baby," said Amy and Novak laughed as she climbed out of Amy's car.

But when the detectives get too close to the truth…

"This wouldn't be related to them storming into our squad room and raiding John's desk, now would it?" he asked.

"Detective John Munch was working on a case related to counterfeiting and a sexually-based homicide. However, we have heard of this counterfeit group he was investigating. We ran into some of their money in Jersey a few months back. Since it was smuggled over state-lines, it became a federal case. We've been trying to track them down for months, but it seems as quickly as we found them, they disappeared from our radar. When we heard about his case over the news, we began an investigation of our own. We were about to arrest Sanders if the Queensboro Bridge had not had an accident. We would've caught him for you and not risked the mess of your detective being shot."

"You knew about this! You didn't even bother to come and tell us this?" said Fin.

"You guys haven't changed since you put Alex in witness protection," said Stabler.

"Detectives and Captain Cragen, John Munch is dead. If you proceed to continue his investigation, as I know some of you will, then we will investigate and prosecute you. Do you understand?" said Hammond, "And I will personally see to it that you will be removed from the force with an honorable discharge. You may go now."

And Hammond showed them the door. But as they were leaving, all the squad gave him their most hatred look.

"Oh and by the way," Hammond added before shutting the door, "I want your witness, Mario Ramos to be produced in my office by no later than tomorrow."

Someone may pay the price…

"10-52! 10-52! Officer down!"

BANG!

"John!" exclaimed Fin.

Amy sank to the floor and picked up the badge. It had the numbers 2573 printed on it. She traced her fingers around the numbers. "He's alive," she muttered.

"In the criminal justice system, sexually-based defenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City the detectives that investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."

John Munch's Apt.

Thursday November 17th, 2005

It was six o' clock and Amy Munch sat on the couch, flipping absentmindedly through the channels on the TV. Her eyes had a far away look in them. Her hair was no longer in a pony tail; it was a frizzy mess. Her book that she started two weeks ago remained unfinished and gathering dust on the coffee table. The rest of the apartment was clean and that was the only item that had dust on it.

She took some days off after the funeral. It was a pure mess. Cragen had reinstated her again after a week off only to tell her that the government had graciously paid for his funeral services. All the people he knew came to mourn his loss. Even Emily came and that was a hard moment for Amy. She forgot she had that conversation from their last date in her mini tape recorder. Besides Emily, Amy met various people including a few from the Baltimore Homicide Division and some that were on the NYPD force before they left because of personal reasons. Many people admired him.

After the funeral, she went back to a squad room and to a squad (though Fin had patched things up with her) that would not talk to her. Before she left to take some personal time off, Cragen had given them a speech before she left.

"People, I know that some of you feel that Munch is still alive and he's somewhere out there. I do too. However, if we go looking for him, we would only raise suspicion in the government's eyes. Therefore, I'm giving you orders not to look for him despite what your heart feels."

Of course, when he said this, he was looking at Amy most of the time and Fin too. Amy left without saying goodbye with the exception of Fin seeing her to her car.

"You gonna be okay?" he had asked.

"I think so," she replied.

"If you need someone to talk to…"

"Thanks Fin, but I don't think I won't be needing it."

Sanders was in their custody, but he was not giving up any names or anything related to the shooting. Balthus was being a pain in the ass too since she wasn't letting the detectives see him at all for an interrogation.

So now Amy was enjoying her last day off. She had not packed Munch's stuff. The room had been left untouched since that day. She had closed the door too. She couldn't bear to look at it.

She looked from the TV to the kitchen counter. A badge, a gun with its cartridge, a file, keys, and a piece of paper that had a handprint with an "M" in the middle laid there. Amy didn't know who sent it, but she knew one thing.

John Munch was still alive.

Yet, Cragen had ordered them to ignore what they felt. But she couldn't. That feeling over the past two weeks had got so strong that Amy wasn't getting a good night sleep. She had a copy of his case file, the case file that the government had supposedly taken from them. The piece of paper that had the handprint with an "M" looked like Mario's handprint from a picture that he had done that fateful morning before Munch and Fin interviewed him to find out where Sanders lived.

Somehow she knew. He was out there, some where. Whether it took her whole life time to find him, she knew that he was still alive. She needed to know.

The badge gleamed in the light from the living room lamp. It stood propped up by his gun. Amy stared at it for the longest time.

2573…

2573…

2573…

2573…

2573…

Amy snapped out of her trance-like state. She took the badge and gun and opened the door of her uncle's room and tossed them onto the bed. She was about to shut the door when she stopped. She closed her eyes and her free hand curled into a fist. She went back into the room, grabbed them, and put them back on the counter. She looked at the wall clock. It was six thirty now. She pulled out some work clothes and went to go take a shower.

It was seven when she was fully dressed and was staring at the items on the counter. The feeling, now stronger than ever before, was now trying to come out of her chest. She closed her eyes.

"A detective is taught to go by their gut feeling despite the evidence or other factors. Never ignore it, for it will bite you in the ass."

Amy took her keys and cell phone. She had removed the phone tap that day after the government told her he was dead. She dialed Fin's number.

"Fin, hey it's me. Listen, don't talk until I'm done. I need you to meet me somewhere. Don't tell anyone where you're going. I have something I need to show you. Meet me at the soccer field when we were undercover in thirty minutes."

And Amy took her keys, grabbed the items and put them in the envelope, and left the apartment. She waved at the landlord before she left the building. He waved back as she left through the front door.

It was windy, but Amy didn't mind. It felt good having something cool blow against her face. She closed her eyes and let it passed through her. She looked at the ahead of her and sighed.

"And so it begins," she muttered to herself before climbing inside her car.

Central Park

Fin pulled up to the old soccer field that was not in use for the season. He looked around the field and saw a lone figure walking around it. He got out and walked to the figure.

"You better have a damn good reason for dragging my ass out here, Amy," said Fin when he saw her.

"I do, Fin," and Amy pulled out the envelope and showed it to him.

Fin took it and looked inside. His eyes grew big then he looked at Amy then back to the envelope.

"You're not serious. When did you get this?" Fin asked astounded at the contents.

"The day he died," said Amy.

"Or supposedly died. You think he's still alive."

"Yeah. There was no return address. My landlord said that the UPS guy delivered it, but it had to be after that meeting with Hammond. The UPS guy comes at three o' clock in the afternoon. That envelope arrived at five, an hour before I got home. I asked my land lord."

"What about Mario?"

"There's a handprint in there that looks like that picture that's hanging upstairs in the crib. And it has an 'M' in the middle of it. I think he is with him, the question is, where?"

"Amy don't go biting off more than you can chew…" began Fin.

"Fin look at me! The government went through a lot of trouble paying for his funeral, taking over his case, and now someone right under their noses is giving me this stuff. Someone wants me to know that he's alive, but why?"

"Do you know why?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. I'm gonna find him, Fin. And I don't give a damn what the Captain or the rest of the squad thinks. If it takes my whole life, then so be it. If I lose my badge, then so be it! For once, I actually had peace in my own life, some stability when I found out he was in SVU. It was my fault that I never made an attempt to patch things up between us. And now the government is telling me just forget about him? That he doesn't exist! I may not be like my uncle, but I'm not stupid. They're covering up something and it's not about the case. Well, maybe the case has something to deal with it. Maybe John found out something and he never told us. I've been looking over his notes and that case file and I haven't found it yet. I know I will, it's just a matter of time and I won't give up."

"And whatever I'm going to say is not gonna change your mind?" asked Fin.

"Damn right you are."

Fin sighed and looked at her. "You know, the squad room has been a little boring lately. I say, if you're gonna have fun, then I want to have some fun too. What do you need?"

"You have connections with the underground world, right?" asked Amy.

"Yeah," said Fin, "But only if it's about drugs or something along the lines of that."

"See if they know Sanders name. I read in the case file that he was a heavy user of Marijuana. He got busted a few times on possession."

Amy began to walk away when Fin stopped her.

"What about the others?" he asked.

"Just say you're working on a case and definitely not a word to the Captain until the time is right."

"That is if he lives that long to see the day. But when are you going to tell Elliot and Olivia?"

Amy looked up at the sky and gave him a smile.

"When they start talking to me again. I'm gonna pay Sanders a little visit at Rikers. Tell the Captain I'm there."

"Okay, I will. Don't worry about it," Fin replied.

"And Fin?"

"What Amy?"

"We never had this conversation."

Rikers Island

"Detective, you're wasting your time," said Balthus as she showed her I.D. to the guard and he buzzed her through, "You should let homicide take over this case."

"No, I'm not going to. I got special clearance from my Captain to investigate the murder of John," said Amy showing her badge and handing over her gun, " And wasting my time, to me, would be talking to you all day."

"I see Munchkins taught you well."

"Yes he did and his name is John Munch, Balthus. I was disgusted when showed up at his funeral. I had to resist the urge to have you escorted out."

"I had to pay my respects to a formidable adversary. He was always a pain in the ass if he was a primary."

"Funny, I always thought he seemed to show off his detective skills a little more when you were around."

Balthus snorted and they walked into a holding cell with Sanders who was grinning smugly.

"I'm not going to talk detective," said Sanders as they walked in.

"Okay this meeting is over," said Balthus and began to leave, but Amy kept right on walking and sat in a chair across from Sanders.

"Detective, do you have to make this harder than what it has to be?" said an annoyed Balthus.

"What can I say, I like to be an annoying person," said Amy, smirking, "Now, what was I going to ask you? Ahh, yes. Marky Sanders, who was the sniper?"

"I thought I told your ADA that he wouldn't give up the name unless he got offered a deal," said Balthus.

"What she said," said Sanders.

"Okay," said Amy, "Perhaps I can ask you this then, if you can answer it, that is. What's your favorite type of pizza?"

"Uh! Quit wasting time, detective," snarled Balthus.

"I like pepperoni," said Sanders.

"Pepperoni's good. I like pepperoni too," said Amy, nodding.

She then got up and began to circle around the table.

"Let's face it Marky. You don't like me and I don't like you. My squad hates your guts so bad, that if I brought the whole lot of them here, they would be resisting the urge to kick your ass until there was nothing left of it."

"Watch it detective!" said Balthus warningly.

"The public doesn't like cop killers. They despise them. In fact, in the court of public opinion, you've already got the needle in your arm. There not going to look at the fact that you're junkie and you need help, they're going to look at the fact that you never gave up a name to save your own ass. They want you dead as you wanted that detective dead. Oh I forgot, he is dead because of you!"

Sanders began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He looked at Balthus, but she was paying more attention Amy, who was still circling the table like a hawk. Now Amy went in for the kill.

"But you're a smart junkie, I'll give you that much credit. Junkies are never that smart. Eliminating one of the primary detectives, I gotta give you some credit. Not everyone has the guts to ask a sniper to eliminate a cop."

"One…one…one of the…primaries?" stuttered Sanders.

"Shut up Mark!" barked Balthus.

"Yeah, one of the primaries. You knew we were on to you, that's why you eliminated him! For your own damn gain. We knew about your money scheme, we knew about your record, hell we even knew about how many drug dealers you pist off. You're just a selfish, lying bastard!"

"I AM NOT A LYING BASTARD! THAT SCHEME WOULD'VE GONE GREAT IF YOU AND THE GOVERNMENT HADN'T STARTED SNOOPING AROUND! RAMOS WAS THE BEST MAN I HAD UNTIL SOMEONE THAT I WAS COMPETING WITH FINISHED HIM OFF! I WOULD'VE DOMINATED THIS CITY IF THAT STUPID WALKENS HADN'T MESSED UP EVERYTHING!"

"MARK, THAT'S ENOUGH!" roared Balthus, "This interview is over detective! Get out!"

And Amy left the room with a smug look on her face.

Corner of 7th and 4th Avenues

Brooklyn

Fin sat waiting in his car. He had been canvassing all morning around Brooklyn showing a picture of Sanders. No one knew him until the last guy he slammed against the wall told him of someone who might of ran into him. So now he waited on the other side of the street waiting for a short, stocky man he followed and watched him go into a small corner store.

"Should've brought my crossword puzzle if I knew it was going to take this long," Fin muttered, but then he saw him walk out and he laughed to himself.

"Now it's time to kick some ass," he said and got out.

Fin walked over to the other side of the street and got in front of the short stocky man. He saw an alley way coming up and disappeared into it. When the short, stocky man passed the alley way, Fin grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

"WHOA! WHAT THE…" began the man.

"Shut your trap, Thomas Filtcher!" shouted Fin

"Who the hell are you?" asked Filtcher.

Fin showed him his badge. "Your worst nightmare brought to life!" He began to frisk him until he found what he was looking for.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked Fin.

"I…I…I was holding it for someone!" cried Flitcher.

"Sure you were. You were just being a jolly good ol' pal now, weren't you?"

"I'm serious man!"

"And so am I when I haul your ass in!"

"Awww, come on man! It's eight days before Thanksgiving."

"Well then you outta know they saying that it's better to give than to receive!"

"Whadayah wanna know?"

"Mark Sanders, ever heard of him?"

"That cheap, good-for-nothing…"

"Don't give me your definition of him. How well do you know him?"

"Only to know that Walkens was his local competition when it came counterfeiting man."

"Who's Walkens?"

"Well, his first name is James. He's just got started in the counterfeiting business not too long ago. He's been doing pretty well, enough to really pist off Sanders. That's all I know."

Fin let go Filtcher.

"You know the deal man. I don't know, you don't know me," he said.

"Good enough for me," said Filtcher.

SVU Squad Room

Novak walked into the squad room, fuming. She had lost another case. In a span of two weeks, she had gone from a winning streak to a losing streak. And it was beginning to pist her off so much that she had to replace two of her softball bats because she had dented them from her batting cage practice.

"How'd it go?" asked Stabler.

Novak slammed her briefcase on near the coffee bar in frustration.

"I take it, you didn't win?" said Benson.

"What does it look like, Olivia? I've been on a stupid losing streak since…" but Novak couldn't finish the sentence.

"We know," said Stabler.

"If I keep this up, I'm going to get the worst ass chewing of my life from my boss soon. That's the last thing I need right now."

"Casey, calm down," said Benson.

"It's just so much has happened in so little time. It's not fair."

Benson patted her back and sighed. "She is right, none of what has happened so far has been fair, but what can we do? Cragen ordered us not to look for him," she thought.

She looked at an empty desk in front of her and looked back to Stabler, who was lost in his own thoughts.

"Things aren't going to be the same," she thought, "At least if John's not around any more."

Amy came into the squad room without looking at anyone. Benson looked away from Amy's direction and Stabler began to busy himself with something on his computer. Novak looked from Amy, to Benson, and then to Stabler with confusion written all over her face.

"Did I miss something or are you guys still fighting over why Amy should have told you her secret?" asked Novak, frowning.

"Well, she should've," muttered Benson and she sat down at her desk.

Novak sighed and shook her head. She then looked at Amy who was busy at her computer, but stopped when she saw Novak looking at her.

"How was your trial?" Amy asked.

"Like the last trial, and the trial before that, and the trial before that trial…"

"Ahh," said Amy and she went back looking at her computer.

Novak began to feel a little out of place. No one was talking and it was too quiet in the squad room. She was about to take her leave when Cragen walked out of his office.

He had certainly looked better than what he looked right now. He had dark circles under his eyes, but he was alert. And he was also very depressed.

"Amy, can I see you for a sec?" he asked.

Amy closed the program that was running on her computer and walked to Cragen's office. Benson and Stabler looked at each other as Cragen shut his door. Novak thought it was now a good time to leave.

"If you guys need me, I'll be in my office," she said.

Stabler nodded and Novak quickly walked out of the squad room.

Benson was looking at her case files when Stabler gently grabbed her shoulder.

"What?" asked Benson, not looking up at him.

"Come on Olivia. This act's gotta stop some time," he said.

"But she should have told us, El. I don't care what you or anybody else says…"

"If I remember right, Amy Munch is not the only one with a secret here."

Benson looked at him.

"I know you haven't told Fin or Novak. And I know you definitely haven't told her either about your…um…origins shall we say," Stabler continued to say, "She was probably was going to tell us over time, but you gotta look at it from her perspective. It would've raised questions. I mean, would you like to be related to Munch?"

Benson let out a small laugh and Stabler smiled.

"So let's give up the silent treatment. It's been two weeks now and she's taking this a little harder than the rest of us even though she doesn't show it."

Benson smiled and wiped her eyes and nodded. "Okay El, you win. I'll start being nice."

However, in Cragen's office, Cragen was concerned for Amy's well being. He thought she was going to bring trouble. Of all his detectives, he expected Fin and her to be looking for Munch, but they showed no signs of interest in the subject.

"Amy, are you sure you want come back and work?"

"Yes Captain," she replied, "I just need to get away from everything that reminds me of him."

"Kinda hard when you're working here to forget about him," he said.

"Look, I would like to just drive around New York City until I ran out of fuel, but considering fuel prices and a sniper that's still on the loose, I've got better things to do than try to come to terms with my feelings. I want to find his killer and I'm going to do it."

What she had said was a lie, but she wanted Cragen off her back. She didn't need anyone right now. She just wanted to find her uncle.

Cragen sighed. "Fine, but be careful, okay?"

"I will," she said and Amy left his office and shut the door.

"No ass chewing?" asked Stabler once she closed it.

"So you're talking to me now, are you? What's the occasion?" asked Amy sarcastically.

"Just wondering."

"Sure you were. You were wondering if I was going back to Homicide."

Benson sighed. "Look, we're just worried about you."

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself," said Amy and sat at her desk.

Fin walked into the squad room, but before he could say anything to Amy, her cell phone rang.

"Amy here," Amy said into her cell phone.

"If you want to see your uncle again, then I suggest you meet in the alleyway behind Podley's Place."

And the mysterious caller hung up before Amy could say a word. Fin looked at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Um…we need to go, now. I got a call from my old partner and she said it was urgent that we come see her," said Amy quickly.

She grabbed her coat and Fin, and then ran out of the squad room.

"What the hell was that about?" asked Stabler and Benson shrugged.

Podley's place

149th street and southern blvd.

Bronx

"Would you mind telling me what is going on?" asked Fin annoyed at the fact that Amy had just grabbed him and ran out of the squad room.

"Someone called me with information that could lead us to John," said Amy.

"HOLD IT!" exclaimed Fin and Amy stopped the car, "What did you say again?"

"I said someone called me and told me that they could give us information that could lead to John."

"Reality check! Ever heard of something called a trap?"

Amy slapped her hands on the steering wheel. "How could I been so stupid…"

"Look, I know how you've been feeling lately, but you need to stop and use common sense."

"But this guy said he knew where John was! He could have been the one that sent that envelope!"

"So what do you suggest doing if you don't want to end having your brain splattered all over the sidewalk?" asked Fin.

Amy cautiously drove down the alley way behind Podley's and stopped the car. Fin was hidden in the back seat with his gun out.

"Your vest on?" he whispered.

"Yeah and it's under my jacket," she replied.

"Good, now be careful when you're out there."

Amy turned off her car and got out. She pulled out her gun and looked around. Nobody was here, yet.

"Man, I wish this guy would hurry up," thought Amy, but a sudden noise stopped her train of thought.

"Who's there?" she called out, "I have my gun out and I won't hesitate to shoot! Show yourself unless you want to end up in the morgue!"

Amy heard something move behind her and she turned slowly. A person she knew and a tall figure loomed out from behind a dumpster. She nearly dropped her gun when she saw the person.

"¡Señora¡Señora¡Soy yo, Mario!"

"Oh my God! Mario!"

She squatted and opened her arms and he ran to her.

"¡Usted está bien¡Qué sucedió¡Dónde está Sr. Munch!" (Translation: Are you okay! What happened! Where's Mr. Munch!)

"He's fine, for now," said the man behind Mario.

Amy pulled Mario behind her.

"Who are you?"

"Well now, that's a nice thing to say to someone who has been trying to help find your uncle," said the man.

"Look, I don't have time to play games. Who are you and do you work for the government? Did you send me that envelope? Why do you want to help me? Why's Mario here when he's suppose to be with the feds?"

"Easy now. I'll answer some of your questions. Yes, it was I who send you the envelope with those items you now possess. I brought Mario here because of recent events and I didn't want you to think of me as the bad guy."

"You still haven't answered two of my questions," said Amy.

"The government screwed up. We thought he had no one in his family that cared about him with the exception of his squad."

"Him being my uncle?"

"Yes, but when you told us you were related to him, well, I couldn't stand and watch you suffer without knowing the truth now could I? I feel it's obligation for me to help you find your uncle. As for your first question you asked me, I cannot answer it."

"Where is he? Where is my Uncle John?"

"To save one life, you must sacrifice another. It always has been that way. His location is in a remedial center in town. Until he shows signs of improvement, only then will they move him out of town. The clock is ticking."

"That's it! All you are giving me is a riddle!" cried Amy.

"As for Mario, his mother recovered from her cancer treatment. We're flying her up here as we speak. Mario will be leaving the city tomorrow," said the man.

Amy looked at Mario out of the corner of her eye and then back to the man. She rose to her full height.

"How can I trust you?"

"That part is for you to decide."

Amy turned to Mario.

"I'm going to miss you so much! I promise I'll find the person who killed your father."

Mario hugged her. "It okay if you don't. I understand if you don't. As for Señor Munch, he is sleeping. He never wake."

"He is¿El es bien?"

"No, no he is very skinny and pale."

Amy tried to hold her tears back, but she couldn't. They soon began slide down her cheek.

"¿Que te pasa?" Mario asked.

"I'm just worried about him, that's all."

"We need to go," said the man, "I have given you what I know."

Amy hugged Mario and Mario ran back to the man. Amy went back to her car and climbed in. She reversed out of the alley way and drove onto the main street.

"Get up Fin! I have so much to tell you!" cried Amy.

Fin rose from his seat and listened to Amy. She told him about Rikers and how Sanders mentioned Walkens, what the man told her, and what happened to Mario.

"So that's it! He gives you some stupid riddle!" exclaimed Fin.

"Yes, and Munch is fine for now, but I have a feeling he's not doing too well. Unless, he shows signs of improvement, they're not going to move him out of the city," said Amy, "What did you find out from your connections?"

"You mentioned someone by the name of Walkens, right?" asked Fin.

"Well, when we get back to the squad room, run the name of James Walkens. I have a feeling he'll be our connection to finding John…"

"Or finding the murderer," finished Amy.

SVU Squad Room

Fin and Amy walked into the squad room and for the first time in two weeks, they had some luck. Cragen seemed to be taking a nap and it seemed Benson and Stabler were out or interrogating a perp. They hung up their coats and got busy working.

Fin ran the name while Amy wrote down the riddle and tried to figure it out. Amy was struggling with the riddle when Fin hissed, "I found something!"

Amy abandoned her desk and went over to Fin's and looked at the computer screen.

"James Walkens, busted on aggravated assault and robbery not a year ago. Serve some time and just recently got out…" began Fin.

"When Mario and his father arrived from Panama," finished Amy.

"How are you doing on that riddle?"

"I wish I was doing better. I was never good at riddles."

Then they saw Benson and Stabler getting off the elevator. Fin quickly printed out the record and Amy grabbed and stuffed it along with the copy of the riddle inside her blazer pocket. Amy was just sitting down when they walked in.

"Hey," said Benson, "We brought you guys something to eat."

Fin and Amy looked at each other with sheepish grins.

John Munch's Apt.

Amy walked inside her apartment and shut the door and sighed. Though it was only five o' clock, she was tired. She emptied the contents of her inside blazer pocket and looked at them. Then she put the yellow envelope next to them. She then grabbed the riddle and began to look at it.

To save one life, you must sacrifice another. It always has been that way. His location is in a remedial center in town. Until he shows signs of improvement, only then will they move him out of town. The clock is ticking.

"What the hell does this mean! I've been trying to figure this out all afternoon!" screamed Amy in her thoughts, "Uncle John was good at riddles, not me!"

She hadn't even got passed the first line. It was driving her nuts. Fin read it over and over too and he did not even understand what it meant. She needed someone of her uncle's intellectual, someone who she could trust not ratting her out…

Then it hit her. Why had not she thought of that person before! Praying that the number was in the phone book, she scanned the list of names. She held back her scream of joy when she found it and began to dial it on her cell phone.

"Hi, Emily, this Amy Munch. Are you good at riddles?"

Somehow, someway Amy felt she was so close to finding her uncle if she contacted the person he was seeing before he died even thoughAmy had no idea where he was.

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