14/09/2007 21:12:00
Chapter Four
Yeah, okay, sorry it took so long…was in Oregon for a week, then started school…just about died…anywho, as Monty Python goes, GET ON WITH IT!!!!!
"What have we got?" asked Craigen, walking into Munch's apartment, where the remainder of the group was assembled, all of the info for Fin's case spread out across the kitchen table.
"Fin was seen the night of the supposed incident, but his whereabouts can't be accounted for, by anyone, after 9pm." Said Elliot, standing to pin a witness testimony onto the bulletin board next to the fridge.
"He resurfaced the next morning, caught on camera getting out of his car in the parking garage for the precinct." Munch added, glaring at his coffee.
"What do we know about his ex?" asked Craigen, accepting the cup of tea that Elliot handed him.
"She won't surrender any DNA from the baby, or herself, and there was no initial report of the 'rape'." Said Warner, who had been going over the case with the rest of them.
"So it's her word against his." Said Munch.
"And the shit a Jury will swallow boggles the mind." Said Casey angrily.
"She's playing the poor, abused ex card. God knows we've seen enough of them. But to do this to Fin?" Elliot frowned.
"Where's Olivia?" asked Craigen suddenly, looking around the room in confusion.
"She went to talk to Fin, wanted to see how he was doing and give him the heads up about the case." Said Munch, staring glumly at his fisted hands.
- Meanwhile
"Are you sure you're okay?" Olivia asked over the phone, her worried eyes probing the depths of Fin's overly tired ones.
"Yeah," he said softly, smiling at her.
"But," she began, fighting tears.
"No buts, baby girl." He whispered the last part, careful that no one overheard.
"I'm gonna be fine. You and the rest of the guys are going to get me out of here. I know it. I have faith in you."
She nodded, before hanging up the phone and signaling the guard.
- Munch's apartment.
"Anything?" asked Olivia, walking through the door while simultaneously throwing her coat onto the rack.
"Nothing." Said Elliot, glaring at his computer screen.
"There's hide nor hair of Fin after 9pm, and we can't find anyone who knows where he was. No witnesses, no alibi." Said Munch, his voice slightly muffled, for the reason that his head was buried in his arms. He sat, slumped in a kitchen chair, but looked up as Olivia approached, the tired and age of his face magnified a hundred times.
Olivia tried to smile, but found that her face was having difficulty forming the emotion.
"Fin sends his regards." She said finally, before turning away.
"I'm going home, see what I can find with a fresh pair of eyes."
"Good idea," said Craigen. "I suggest the rest of us do the same."
The others nodded, slowly filing out of Munch's apartment, trudging off to their own homes, lost in a turmoil of thoughts, fears, and uncertainties.