"Where the hell is Tucker?" Fin bellowed marching into One Police Plaza.
"Excuse me," a young scrawny man said standing in front of Fin and stopping him from moving forward, "Can I help you."
"Tucker. Where is he?"
The scrawny man was scared of Fin and he cowered down and pointed to the door back behind him, "In there."
Fin pushed passed the rest of the people with Munch following behind and slammed the door open to the room in the back.
"What's your secret? You think you can just take this one from us? We didn't do this!" Fin was furious and he wasn't about to let Tucker run all over him.
"What are you talking about?" Tucker asked looking up at them from his desk.
"Our captain," Munch said stepping in, "Why can't we work this case?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tucker asked again, "We didn't take the case from you. I have been here all day. Ask anyone."
Fin opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, "Our M.E said that you came to her office and told her to keep her mouth shut about Cragen."
"I have been here all day," Tucker said again, "It wasn't me."
"Then who was it?" Munch asked.
Tucker shrugged, "I swear it wasn't me."
Fin sighed and turned to Munch who was just looking down at his shoes. They had a psychopath on their hands.
"You doing okay?"
Olivia had been hiding away all day. She didn't want anyone to see her the way she was and Elliot couldn't blame her. He didn't want to be seen either. He figured since the both of them probably looked like a hot mess they might as well look like hot messes together.
Olivia shrugged, "Been better."
Elliot walked over to where she was sitting with her back against the wall and sat down next to her, crossing his legs Indian style. "You want to talk about it?"
The tears she had tried hard to get rid of came flooding back and she couldn't help but let them, "What's to talk about? He was murdered and we were all in the next room. We could have saved him."
"No we couldn't have Liv. You know that."
Olivia shook her head and wiped her eyes, "When I find the bastard that did this he isn't going to know what hit him."
Elliot smiled. He liked when Olivia got all tough on him and started threatening to beat people up. "You aren't going to solve anything by sitting in here all day."
Olivia met his gaze and gave him a soft smile, "You're right. Let's go check out his office."
They walked into Cragen's office where the crime scene had been frozen in time. The blood was still on the floor and the splatter marks were on the walls. All the papers that were on the floor still remained there, untouched.
Olivia let out a shaky breath and looked to Elliot for reassurance before walking any further in. He nodded his head slightly because he knew Olivia needed a bit of a push.
"The window doesn't look like it was tampered with," Olivia said giving it a good look, "That's what I don't understand."
"The desk," Elliot said walking behind it, "Cragen wasn't at his desk all day. He was sitting in here for the most part."
"Then when we went to the cribs he pulled out his cot," Olivia said catching on, "So he never was at his desk. He would have never known if someone was hiding under it."
Elliot nodded as he observed the under part of the desk. There wasn't much there, just dust on the floor from where it hadn't been moved in awhile. There was on thing though, a small strand of hair.
"I got something," Elliot said picking up the hair and stuffing it into a bag carefully.
"Whoever did this had to of walked right past us," Olivia said sadly, "We should have been paying more attention. A precinct full of cops and nobody bothered to notice..."
"We were all busy Liv," Elliot assured her, "It could have been while we were on the field."
"Somebody had to have seen him," she said crossing her hands in front of her chest,
We just need to find out who."
"Yo, Melinda," Fin said entering the morgue with Munch right on his tail, "The man who came in and talked to you, what did he look like?"
"Medium height, dark hair, blue eyes," Melinda began, "He showed me his badge. What is this for?"
"Tucker doesn't look like that," Fin sighed, "We went down to talk to him after you came and told us the news. He's been at 1PP all day and he has about a hundred witnesses."
Melinda crossed her arms and tilted her head with a questioning look, "Then who in the hell did I just give a dead body to?"
"Probably the killer," Munch informed.
"Anything else we should know about him?" Fin asked trying to get as much detail as possible.
"He did mumble something on his way out," Melinda answered, "I thought he was just being an ass but, now that I think about it, he said, 'now they will have to pay attention to me.'"
Munch rolled his eyes, "That narrows it down to one of our many New York neighbors who hate us."
"Check outside," Melinda said, "Their shoe prints would be on the side walk because Janet cleaned her car in the parking lot. He would have had to step in water and then the dirt from the broken flower pot.
"Thanks," Fin said, "I'll keep you updated."
Any thoughts on who it could be?
