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The three of them were there for only a second before Munch recognized them. Perhaps he was too into the conspiracy side of things or perhaps he was just being paranoid. Either way those three certainly weren't on his side.

The woman in the lead they entered the precinct. They were the same detectives he'd seen at Olivia's crime seen. One of the men looked at Munch as he passed by giving him a thin smile. It was as if the man saw something in Munch which he found amusing.

They were looking down on Munch as his co-workers, Munch realized. It was as if they were of some higher class, a better breed than they. Unlike at the crime scene where they'd been wearing completely normal everyday clothes, here they were wearing expensive, classy black suits.

Detective Lake got up to meet them. "How can I help you?" he asked innocently, for unlike Munch he was completely comfortable with the trio.

"Cragen," the woman answered shortly, as if she didn't have time for idle detectives.

As if on cue Don emerged from his office, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked them down slowly, but fiercely. "What do you want?" Don muttered.

"I suggest we talk in your office…Cragen," One of the men said. Fin on his part was having trouble telling the two men apart, they didn't exactly look like twins, but they were definitely brothers.

"Anything you have to talk to me about we can discuss here, with my detectives," Don replied crisply. "I'm sure you have nothing to hide."

The men looked at the woman, who was clearly the leader of the threesome. She nodded. "Very well."

"What are the whack-jobs here for Cap?" Fin asked, as if the presence of these people merely amused him.

"Us, whack-jobs," the woman said in a strangely accented voice. "Are here in concerns to miss Benson." Elliot raised his head at the sound of his friend's name.

"You have something to with her?" Munch questioned. "Because if I find out-

"Shut up, John," Cragen said, but it wasn't cruelly. There was a note of warning in his voice that told Munch at once that this trio wasn't to be messed with.

The woman smiled. "Actually, that's all we needed to know."

And with that the trio left, but there presence seemed to linger, leaving the room with a dark aura.

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"John, wait up." It was Fin.

"Ah, old partner, how do you do?"

"Listen man, I need to know why those people were here today."

Munch sighed. "I don't know. But I miss Liv too much already without those guys screwing around with our heads," he paused. "Cragen seems to know something we don't though. I doubt he knows anything more about the Olivia case than we do, but he at least knows who those people were."

"I know, man. But I tried talking it out of him and he wouldn't say shit."

Munch put his hand behind his neck and shrugged. "You know what I think?"

"Conspiracy, right?"

"Yeah. Listen, I know you don't believe in that kind of stuff, but I tell you those people who were here today are part of a huge conspiracy against us, or maybe just against Liv, I don't know." He furrowed his eyebrows, wanting to go further, but the truth was he had nothing more to say.

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Pain is like a funny understatement. The only thing that's painful is a scratch or touching something hot. True pain, or at least what Munch was feeling because of Olivia was more like a debilitating depression. Elliot had quit work for the third time that week, but had already returned.

For his part Munch was going deeper into a depressive state and the others, including Fin and Lake couldn't help but sense that Munch's pain went deeper than expected. Everyone missed Olivia, of course, but not everyone had been as close to Olivia. Elliot's behavior was completely expected, as he'd been her best male friend.

At first Munch had thought that Elliot had it the worst off, but somehow he felt as if it was himself that had lost the most. He could begin to comprehend what this meant, let alone try to talk about with anyone else. So he didn't say anything, merely watched as his world drifted farther and farther away from him.

More unexpected behavior came from Casey. Fin had half expected her to be the quiet and depressed one and Munch the bitter, yet it was the other way around. She seemed sad, but not of the same flavor as you'd expect from the best female friend of Olivia.

Fin was sad, too, of course. But he kept mostly to himself, more interested in observing the reactions of his companions to Olivia's death than diving into his own feelings about it. His partner, Lake, wasn't being too much help. He was trying to sympathize with Fin and talk about Olivia when that was the last topic Fin wanted to discuss.

Someone passing by, perhaps a secretary was throwing a paper airplane at one of her co-workers when it hit Elliot. This was the last straw for Elliot who stormed off to Don's office in a frantic rage. He could be heard from outside, not exactly screaming, but rather talking in a loud voice. The woman looked ruffled and wondered what she'd done wrong before scurrying away. She didn't know Elliot and didn't understand that it wasn't her airplane that he'd been upset about. It was too much for him, the pain and the anger had really gotten to him this time and seemed to consume his whole being. He quit. And in the days that would follow everyone expected him to return, but he never did.

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Casey had her laptop neatly arranged a top her desk. Normally she wouldn't have bothered to keep so tidy, but somehow excessive cleaning was like a distraction to her. Unlike the detectives who were trying to not have any of Olivia's things around to remind them of the recent horrors, Casey kept Olivia's picture on her desk. It was in a simple metal frame which she'd gotten years ago while she was in University. The picture was of her and Olivia when they'd both decided it would be a hoot to go clubbing in their suits. Olivia hadn't gone clubbing since she was in her twenties. Still it had been the most fun the two girls had ended up having all year.

Casey stared lovingly at the picture, feeling a small warmth flood her. Her best friend was gone, and it hurt. Yet seeing the smiling photo she couldn't help but feel a little bit better.

Someone knocked at the door to her office. She looked up, expecting to see her boss, and told the person to come in. It wasn't in fact just one person, but three. In the lead was a woman, perhaps in her thirties. All of them appeared to be of Hispanic decent. The woman approached Casey's desk, without asking. She smiled down at Casey, who in turn looked back confused. The woman's smile was definitely not a warm one.

"What's this about?" Casey asked naively.

The woman took the picture of Olivia and Casey from its frame. Folding it up neatly, she placed it in her pocket. When her hand left her pocket however it was carrying a small blade. Quickly, before Casey even caught sight of it, the blade was brought up to her throat.

"Listen, girl," The woman said. "You're going to do something for us, okay?"

Casey flicked her eyes up to the woman a second, and knew she had to listen. "Okay," she croaked.

"You're going to forget about Miss Benson. From now on she never existed. All items of Miss Benson's or of any relation to her have been removed from both yours and he apartments."

Casey didn't say anything as the blood rushed from her face. "And," the woman continued. "You're going to keep an eye on the detective friends of Miss Benson as well. We're afraid they won't be as… obedient as you… at least not around us. But they'll listen to you, right?" It wasn't a question, it was an order.

"But, why?"

"That's of no concern to you. You're just going to do as you're told, or both you and everyone you hold dear-

One of the men coughed, cutting the woman off. She recomposed herself and continued. "Never mind, just do as you're told," she said. And with that the trio left. The whole encounter had happened so quickly that Casey found herself wondering if she'd just imagined it. And then she saw the missing photo of Olivia.

She felt eyes on her, as if she was being watched. She sighed and put the picture frame away in her desk. Forget about Miss Benson…the woman's voice still rang in her ears. As if compelled to by some unseen force she obeyed, and no more thought was put into Olivia.

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