title: religious ecstasy
author: duck
rating: tv-14 ;) pg-13 really
keywords: mild oe
summary: benson and stabler investigate a string of "sexually motivated" murders.
author notes: who knows where this one's going? i'm still getting used to this fandom, so give me time. i've also decided i'm a feedback whore. meh, so it goes. each time i get another review i giggle furiously and do my best sally field impression. sad i know. flame me, love me, constructive criticism me...i take it all.
disclaimer: not mine, all hail dick wolf and his chung-chung. i do like to let them out of the box every now and then.
[chung-chung ;)]
- Battery Park -
- Saturday April 24th 7:18am -
The scene was becoming a little repetitive. Detective Elliot Stabler glanced at his partner over the roof of the car and she met his gaze for a moment. They both rolled their eyes as they stooped down to look inside. Fourth double homicide in a week, a prostitute and her customer both stabbed viciously in the middle of their activities, their blood all but coating the inside of the car.
"What you thinking?" Elliot called across to where Olivia stood at the driver's door.
"That I'm getting tired of seeing the same thing over and over," she said, straightening. "I don't suppose Homicide would like to take over?"
"Nah, now that it's going to be all over the papers and we have zero leads they'd like the leave the failure exclusively in our hands." Elliot groaned as he stood up. They'd had no time to sleep lately and he could feel the exhaustion gripping his legs and back. "I'm getting too old for this, Liv." He looked up at her but she was staring intently down into the car.
"Tell me something, Elliot," she said bending back over and reaching into the car. He sighed as he leaned down to look. "How many prostitutes wear diamond-studded watches?"
Elliot followed her pointed finger with his eyes and saw a watch on the woman's left wrist that glistened with blood. Even in the early morning light he could see that the diamonds the first cops on the scene had dismissed as fake were indeed real.
"None that I remember, stolen maybe?"
"She would sell it, not wear it," Olivia countered. Elliot nodded in agreement. "Mistaken identity maybe? She's too covered in blood to be sure she's prostitute."
He scrutinized the woman's appearance. She was crouched on the man's lap, obviously killed in the process of having sex with the middle-aged man even though her skirt effectively covered them both. Her bra was probably black but there was so much blood he couldn't be sure. She rested on her back against the steering wheel and her arms were thrust out to the sides. The watch was something Elliot should have caught; he wasn't sure how Olivia had managed to see it from her side of the car.
He heard the snap of latex gloves and Olivia's covered hand intruded on his vision. She lifted back the vic's blond hair to examine the side of her neck. "Looks like there's a stab wound here. Judging by the amount of blood that came out of it I'd say this was probably the first one."
"And the rest are the perp acting out his anger," Elliot said quietly. It matched the other murders, although the second had been in a back alley rather than a car. "If this isn't a pro it could be a copycat. Maybe he wanted to kill someone and make us think this one's just part of the other string of crimes."
"Could be, but such violence," Olivia mused, half to herself. "I don't think it's a copycat."
"Detectives, over here." They both turned to face the medical examiner. She lifted up a pair of boxer shorts from weeds near the car. "Looks like someone tried to burn them."
"So?" Elliot asked. "Doesn't mean anything."
"It does when someone left their DNA on it," the ME replied, cocking her head slightly and pointing at the stain.
"Still doesn't mean anything," Elliot said sighing.
"Unless the perp got off on murdering people and felt guilty about it," Olivia offered.
"Let's leave the psychoanalysis to Huang, shall we?" Elliot fired back.
- Special Victims Unit Squadroom -
- Saturday April 24th 9:30am -
"Word's come back on the identity of our latest victim," Cragen announced as he exited his office gripping the file folders in his hands for dear life. "Congressman and his wife. Apparently they wanted to add a little spice to their sex life and get it on in their car. People, I don't need to tell you how much priority this case gets. Mayor wants it solved yesterday."
Munch snorted from his desk. "The mayor always wants things solved yesterday. Maybe if he came down here for once instead of demanding from on high he'd see that--"
"Save it John," Cragen cut him off. "This case gets the entire department's attention for now. What's the word on the underwear the ME found?"
"Guy did indeed leave his identifying mark on it and it doesn't match anyone in the database, but there's no way to tell if it's the perp," Elliot said, handing the report to Cragen. "He's never left semen before so we don't know if it's his. If we could get Huang in here for a profile of the guy that'd be swell."
"'Swell,' Elliot?" Olivia asked innocently from across their joined desks.
"Oh shut up," he said crossly. He gave his computer screen his best broody glare and stabbed at the keyboard.
"Suggestions?" Cragen asked ignoring them.
Fin tapped his pen thoughtfully on his desk. "We could stake out all the known prostitute hangouts in the area," he suggested. He aimed his pen at the map on the board. "This latest case only expands the area by a half a mile. The perp's acting very locally for right now. Maybe we can still use that to our advantage. If that don't work we can try a plant."
"You and Munch get on that. Coordinate the stakeouts with vice if you have to." Cragen glanced down at the files in his hand. "I don't want to risk anyone in a plant until absolutely necessary. Benson, Stabler. Go out, talk to the pros in the area."
"We've already done that, Captain," Olivia said, her face betraying her confusion. "They don't know anything."
"No questions this time; warn them. Tell them we'll be staking out, trying to protect them. We're not going to interfere with business, but make them aware of the need to be careful." Cragen sighed. "I've heard too much of this 'no humans involved' bullshit to keep them in the dark anymore. They've got to know how in danger they are."
Olivia and Elliot both nodded as they glanced at each other and stood, all sign of teasing gone. "We'll keep the DNA on the back burner, but it's not evidence until we have a potential perp to link it to." Cragen looked around at his four top detectives all standing behind their desks. "Well, what are you waiting for people? Solved yesterday, remember?"
[tbc]
author: duck
rating: tv-14 ;) pg-13 really
keywords: mild oe
summary: benson and stabler investigate a string of "sexually motivated" murders.
author notes: who knows where this one's going? i'm still getting used to this fandom, so give me time. i've also decided i'm a feedback whore. meh, so it goes. each time i get another review i giggle furiously and do my best sally field impression. sad i know. flame me, love me, constructive criticism me...i take it all.
disclaimer: not mine, all hail dick wolf and his chung-chung. i do like to let them out of the box every now and then.
[chung-chung ;)]
- Battery Park -
- Saturday April 24th 7:18am -
The scene was becoming a little repetitive. Detective Elliot Stabler glanced at his partner over the roof of the car and she met his gaze for a moment. They both rolled their eyes as they stooped down to look inside. Fourth double homicide in a week, a prostitute and her customer both stabbed viciously in the middle of their activities, their blood all but coating the inside of the car.
"What you thinking?" Elliot called across to where Olivia stood at the driver's door.
"That I'm getting tired of seeing the same thing over and over," she said, straightening. "I don't suppose Homicide would like to take over?"
"Nah, now that it's going to be all over the papers and we have zero leads they'd like the leave the failure exclusively in our hands." Elliot groaned as he stood up. They'd had no time to sleep lately and he could feel the exhaustion gripping his legs and back. "I'm getting too old for this, Liv." He looked up at her but she was staring intently down into the car.
"Tell me something, Elliot," she said bending back over and reaching into the car. He sighed as he leaned down to look. "How many prostitutes wear diamond-studded watches?"
Elliot followed her pointed finger with his eyes and saw a watch on the woman's left wrist that glistened with blood. Even in the early morning light he could see that the diamonds the first cops on the scene had dismissed as fake were indeed real.
"None that I remember, stolen maybe?"
"She would sell it, not wear it," Olivia countered. Elliot nodded in agreement. "Mistaken identity maybe? She's too covered in blood to be sure she's prostitute."
He scrutinized the woman's appearance. She was crouched on the man's lap, obviously killed in the process of having sex with the middle-aged man even though her skirt effectively covered them both. Her bra was probably black but there was so much blood he couldn't be sure. She rested on her back against the steering wheel and her arms were thrust out to the sides. The watch was something Elliot should have caught; he wasn't sure how Olivia had managed to see it from her side of the car.
He heard the snap of latex gloves and Olivia's covered hand intruded on his vision. She lifted back the vic's blond hair to examine the side of her neck. "Looks like there's a stab wound here. Judging by the amount of blood that came out of it I'd say this was probably the first one."
"And the rest are the perp acting out his anger," Elliot said quietly. It matched the other murders, although the second had been in a back alley rather than a car. "If this isn't a pro it could be a copycat. Maybe he wanted to kill someone and make us think this one's just part of the other string of crimes."
"Could be, but such violence," Olivia mused, half to herself. "I don't think it's a copycat."
"Detectives, over here." They both turned to face the medical examiner. She lifted up a pair of boxer shorts from weeds near the car. "Looks like someone tried to burn them."
"So?" Elliot asked. "Doesn't mean anything."
"It does when someone left their DNA on it," the ME replied, cocking her head slightly and pointing at the stain.
"Still doesn't mean anything," Elliot said sighing.
"Unless the perp got off on murdering people and felt guilty about it," Olivia offered.
"Let's leave the psychoanalysis to Huang, shall we?" Elliot fired back.
- Special Victims Unit Squadroom -
- Saturday April 24th 9:30am -
"Word's come back on the identity of our latest victim," Cragen announced as he exited his office gripping the file folders in his hands for dear life. "Congressman and his wife. Apparently they wanted to add a little spice to their sex life and get it on in their car. People, I don't need to tell you how much priority this case gets. Mayor wants it solved yesterday."
Munch snorted from his desk. "The mayor always wants things solved yesterday. Maybe if he came down here for once instead of demanding from on high he'd see that--"
"Save it John," Cragen cut him off. "This case gets the entire department's attention for now. What's the word on the underwear the ME found?"
"Guy did indeed leave his identifying mark on it and it doesn't match anyone in the database, but there's no way to tell if it's the perp," Elliot said, handing the report to Cragen. "He's never left semen before so we don't know if it's his. If we could get Huang in here for a profile of the guy that'd be swell."
"'Swell,' Elliot?" Olivia asked innocently from across their joined desks.
"Oh shut up," he said crossly. He gave his computer screen his best broody glare and stabbed at the keyboard.
"Suggestions?" Cragen asked ignoring them.
Fin tapped his pen thoughtfully on his desk. "We could stake out all the known prostitute hangouts in the area," he suggested. He aimed his pen at the map on the board. "This latest case only expands the area by a half a mile. The perp's acting very locally for right now. Maybe we can still use that to our advantage. If that don't work we can try a plant."
"You and Munch get on that. Coordinate the stakeouts with vice if you have to." Cragen glanced down at the files in his hand. "I don't want to risk anyone in a plant until absolutely necessary. Benson, Stabler. Go out, talk to the pros in the area."
"We've already done that, Captain," Olivia said, her face betraying her confusion. "They don't know anything."
"No questions this time; warn them. Tell them we'll be staking out, trying to protect them. We're not going to interfere with business, but make them aware of the need to be careful." Cragen sighed. "I've heard too much of this 'no humans involved' bullshit to keep them in the dark anymore. They've got to know how in danger they are."
Olivia and Elliot both nodded as they glanced at each other and stood, all sign of teasing gone. "We'll keep the DNA on the back burner, but it's not evidence until we have a potential perp to link it to." Cragen looked around at his four top detectives all standing behind their desks. "Well, what are you waiting for people? Solved yesterday, remember?"
[tbc]