Bad Men: An SVU Fan Fiction by Vandaline Z. Terrice Disclaimer- Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, and it's cast of characters belong to NBC and Dick Wolf. I am only borrowing them for mere fun and pleasure and promise to return them with as little harm inflicted as possible. Ellandra Seymour, however, is my creation, so whatever torture I bring to her life is my choice, and ha, ha, ha there will be no mercy :o)

Bad Men


Chapter Four

Apartment of Tyo McNillian
961 Lyons Rd.
Saturday, April 21st

"Tyo McNillian? Police! Open up!"

Benson and Stabler had their weapons drawn with Fin and Munch right behind them, ready to roll.

Munch, however, was positive this guy wasn't going to be home. Not at nine PM on the night he murdered a harmless little ten year old boy from the Bronx.

Elliot repeated himself, rolling his shoulders back to adjust his arms. "Police! Open up, or we're coming in!"

No answer.

Munch, despite his self-assurance that no one would be home, tensed as Stabler readied himself to kick open the door. It was always within these moments that you could lose your life. Or the life of a dear friend.

He looked at Olivia briefly, then pushed the thought out of his head.

"Don't you dare kick that door in, son. I told you I got the damn keys right here. I-"

Fin looked at the landlord with an expression on his face that would have shut Munch himself up, given the right circumstances and a bad day. "We told you to stay downstairs. GO!"

"Wait!" Olivia looked at the old man. "Toss me the keys." He did. "Now go."

The old man, defeated, walked down the hall and around the corner, but his footfalls ended there.

Olivia unlocked the door, then pocketed the keys, returning to her previous defensive stance.

Elliot yelled, "That's it! Were coming in!"

Munch took a deep breath. Here we go.

Elliot turned the knob, opening the door a crack, then quickly pushed it all the open with his foot.

He and Olivia dropped their defensive stances almost immediately, and put their guns back in their holsters.

"It's empty."

Fin frowned. "You sure?"

Olivia looked at Fin but said nothing.

Munch watched as she walked in to the vacant studio, followed by Elliot.

The apartment was about ten feet by ten feet, and almost completely empty, missing even a closet. He and Fin stood in the doorway for lack of space inside.

"Oh." said Fin.

Stepping around the mattress on the floor, the room's sole piece of furniture, she pointed to a pile of laundry in the corner. Elliot's eyes followed hers to a small bag of white power underneath a greasy tee-shirt.

"Cocaine."

She nodded. "Goes along with Teddy's story."

Munch overlooked the apartment, trailing a few old wrappers and food containers. He glanced over the mattress and magazines underneath. He was looking away when a magazine insignia caught his eye. He walked forward to the mattress and bent over, pulling the top corner up.

"Guys."

Olivia and Stabler looked over at him, Fin hovered behind.

"Recognize the merchandise?" he asked. He knew Fin wouldn't, but he wasn't addressing his partner. The magazine brand was from an old case that he, Olivia, Elliot, and his old partner, Brian Cassidy, had worked. The insignia had become a mocking sign of defeat, particularly to Stabler, who had once thought he had the bastards caught.

"Damn." Elliot walked over and took over Munch's position. He traced his finger over the wishing well emblem that they had come to hate so much. He stood and, unconsciously wiping his hand on his pants, cursed softly.

"What is it?" asked Fin, not understanding.

* * * * *

"So, we have yet another link in this 'Wishing Well' pornography scandal?"

Olivia nodded to her captain. "We also found four videos with the same insignia."

Cregan raised his eyebrows. "So they've moved up to filmmaking. Terrific."

"Actually," Munch said. "We think that they've been working the cinema aspect for quite awhile. Koby, the new intern, ID'd one of the boys on the first film from a case three years ago, and another from the second film as a convicted molester. He's twenty-one now, nineteen when convicted, and sixteen in the video."

"Five years? You're telling me that they've been filming for five years?"

Munch shrugged.

Elliot got up to fill his coffee cup a third time. "At least. And that's only materials with the insignia."

Fin watched Elliot warily, no doubt noting the anger in Stabler's voice, as had everyone else. "The man's also a cocaine addict. Heavy time from all the bags and vials found under the bed."

"Any clues as to who McNillian's partner is?"

The detectives looked at one another, and Cregan nodded. "Well," he started. "I suggest-"

His phone interrupted him. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked to his office. "Let's hope this has something to do with your case."

"Impeccable timing." Fin said, gaining a smile from Munch and Olivia. Elliot just walked back to his desk. Olivia watched him, worried. His anger and frustration were more than evident; they were cruising full speed through his own personal highway and in danger of crashing.

Munch cleared his throat, braking the uncomfortable silence that had settled. "I don't think we're just looking for McNillian's partner. I think we're looking for his boss."

Olivia, eyes still on her partner hunched over the old 'Wishing Well' files, took the bate. "Why?"

"Well," he started. "For starters, he's a coke addict."

"So?"

"No real reason. Personal bias against them." That got a small smile. He got serious. "Also, no one in charge would be caught dead driving the kids in daylight."

Fin frowned at his partner. "Why was that? I mean, kidnappers, if they have to move, they do it at night. If they're smart that is."

Munch looked at the papers on his desk. "Maybe there was a time issue with the warehouse he had the boys stashed in. You know, another child molester was renting it from noon to three."

Only Olivia saw the look her partner gave John.

It's seriously time to give him a vacation.

But even as the thought perused through her mind, she knew it wouldn't help him. He wanted so badly to catch these 'Wishing Well' pornographers, escaping his investigation, his own grasp, now for more than four years. So many little boys in the magazines, and almost always different faces...

This had become more than personal to Elliot and she knew it. She just hoped it didn't become an outright obsession.

Cregan came out of his office. "I got a call from homicide near Oakland. McNillian's been hospitalized for an overdoes. And it seems he's killed someone else."