Blast Scene
142 W 18th Street
Wednesday, December 10

"What happened?" Yelled Stabler walking up. Ash and steam was raining from the sky, four EMI/FDNY Auxiliary workers held two fire hoses aiming it on a burning brick building. A gas line ruptured in the building, causing a small fireball to erupt out the window. "Damn it!" Shouted one of them. Firefighters hosed the remains of three collapsed structures, while firefighters dug through looking for survivors. "Hay;" Said Matt running over out of breath. "Yasmeene, TJ, uh, new guy, help Alana and Jay by blast site!" Yelled Matt. "On it;" Responded Yasmeene, and the trio turned and ran back to their truck, backing it down the street near the large hole where ash, dirt, and steam came bellowing out a large hole. Fire covered a busted yellow pipe. "This whole damn this is just great, I can't get freaking PSG out here to kill the gas, Sorry, reason we called you;" Said Matt, motioning for the detectives to follow him. He took them to a Con Ed utility tent sitting in the street, 'FDNY Line Do Not Cross' surrounded it. A few fire fighters and cops stood near it. "Lose the tent;" Shouted Matt. A cop and a firefighter lifted the tent up and tossed it aside. Under it was part of a blue closed-head polyethylene 55-gallon drum. "Reeks of Diesel fuel;" Commented Stabler as they got close. "Used a portable tester, it had Comp X in it;" Said Matt crossing his arms across his chest. "What?" Asked Benson. "Oh, uh Diesel fuel and ammonium nitrate;" Said Matt; "We have little quick tests so we can tell if a leaking liquid is the same stuff that blew OK City sky high."

*BOOOM*. The upper floor of a brick building exploded. "Cap, Were going to lose the block if this gas stays on!" Screamed a Firefighter. "Look, Fucking PSG doesn't let EMI or Con Ed touch their stuff, we can't shut it off with out them, we lack the equipment!" Screamed Matt.

If I were you get some gloves, I get a few guys over here, throw it in that truck and get it back to the CSU crime lab, we frankly might lose the block;" Warned Matt, pointing at an EMI/FDNY pickup truck. "Thanks, we'll do that;" Said Benson. "You guys put these on;" Said Matt, tossing the firefighters some rubber gloves. "Keys to the truck, an automatic;" Said Matt, tossing Stabler the keys.

Special Victims Unit
Squad Room
Wednesday, December 10

"Lab called, that drum did contained diesel and ammonium nitrate;" Said Munch hanging up his desk phone. "Prints?" Asked Odafin. "No, fiery explosion eliminated any there that might have been on it;" Said Munch. It's 'The Five From West 18th Street';" Joked Munch noticing Yasmeene, TJ, Jay, Alana and Mike walk through the squad room door. "Got something for you;" Said Jay holding up a DVD. "Street had CCTV cam at the end of the street aimed down it, got it right here;" He said popping the disk out of its case. They put it into a DVD player connected to a big TV screen. The image was nice and crisp. "Wow, that a new camera?" Asked Odafin. "No, EMI installed it; we used nice cameras, and do maintenance every two weeks. "Big brother is watching us;" remarked Munch. "And by 'Bluewater' of all people;" He ranted "Never mind the fact we pry caught the guy who just killed 29 people;" Sighed Yasmeene. "29?" Asked Cragen surprised. "FDNY expects to find more;" Said TJ. "Let's nail this guy;" Said Stabler. Jay hit pause, in the center of the street was a yellow EMI box truck. He hit play, while they watched, a guy got out and walked to the back, opened the rolling door, then the removed manhole cover. Then he lowered 6 plastic 55-gallon drums into the cable vault. Then rolled the door down and drove off. Jay rewound the video, and then zoomed in on the left side of the truck. "EMI Truck number 221, Depot 44, lovely;" Said TJ. "Why?" Asked Mike. "Stolen on Monday, off a work-site on E 122 street;" Said Alana. "Oh;" Realized Mike. "We get a face on the driver?" Asked Cragen. Jay zoomed in on the driver as he walked to from the cab to the back of the truck. "Wait a second I know him, that's James Delaney. "Michelle's brother?" Asked Alana. "Yeah." Said Mike nodding his head.

"Who?" Asked Stabler. "A friend of mine's brother;" Said Mike, Alana nodded. "You know where he is?" Asked Cragen. "No, guy's a bit weird, even for me;" Said Mike; "Only friends with the sister." "Talk to her see what she knows;" Said Cragen.

Alana Berger, a 15-year-old (17) 5', 3" girl with short brown wavy hair, with side bangs. She wore black rimless glasses, blue jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. She joined EMI when she graduated high school and moved to New York from the Great Lakes region. She entered training for NYPD.

Jay Westgard, a 17 year old boy about 5', 11" tall with uncombed brown hair, he wore a pair of brown work boots, orange work pants, a blue plaid shirt, an orange Hi-Viz, 3 part waistcoat orange with the British Rail logo in white inside a white rectangle on the top of the back side. He finished it off with a red hard hat with the British Rail Engineering logo. He is dating fellow EMI coworker, Alana Berger.

Residence of Michelle Delaney
338 W 12th Street
Wednesday, December 10

"Hay Michelle!" Shouted Mike as he walked up the sidewalk. "Oh hey Mike;" Said Michelle, giving him a hug. "Alana!" She exclaimed giving her a hug. "You talk to your brother recently?" Asked Benson walking up with Stabler and Yasmeene. "A few weeks ago why?" Asked Michelle. "We're investigating those explosions a few blocks over;" Said Stabler; "Know where we might find him?" "No, we're not real close;" Admitted Michelle. "Is he in trouble?" Asked Michelle. "Maybe;" Said Benson. "Huh;" said Michelle, unsurprised. "You don't seemed very surprised;" Said Benson. "James has always been a bit weird, so I don't know, I could see, but I don't know;" Said Michelle. "Well if you remember anything else, give us a call;" Said Stabler handing her a business card. "I'll have to look if I have an address or phone number;" Shrugged Michelle. "Okay, thanks;" Said Stabler.

Special Victims Unit
Squad Room
Wednesday, December 10

"So the sister knows nothing?" Asked Cragen. "Yup;" said Benson. "Do we believe her?" He then asked. "I've been friends with her for years; they were always at each others neck;" Said Mike. "Could she be in danger?" Asked Stabler. "See about getting her a place out of town for a few days;" Said Cragen. "Is there any connection between the two locations. "Not even the same neighborhoods;" Shrugged Jay. "Both are apartment buildings;" Points out Odafin. "Could be doing an explosion in each neighborhood;" Suggested Munch. Mike's cell phone rang. "Hello, oh great, thanks; He said writing something on a notepad. "Talk to you later, bye;" He said hanging up. "Got James Delaney's address;" Said Mike handing it to Stabler. "Send an EMI crew there with CSU, you guys keep digging;" Said Cragen walking back into his office.

"My god when?" "Yeah;" Said Yasmeene grabbing the remote to the TV. She turned it to NY1, hanging up. "What happened?" Asked Stabler. "CSU is kissing their asses, and thanking god that the EMI crew arrived first, and was smart enough to clear the building then open the apartment door. Blew the building sky high, killed at least 5 people in neighboring buildings;" Said Yasmeene watching video of the fire dept shifting through the rubble. Cragen came out of his office, "We- "I saw;" he cut off. "Go home, get some rest be back tomorrow morning; He said.

Special Victims Unit
Squad Room
Thursday, December 11

The next morning Mike walked into the office, he had a cup of EMI hot cocoa in his hand. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T STOP HIM!?" "We told you for the last 4 days, to be on the lookout and you let him drive off with an EMI semi!" Mike looked over and could see Yasmeene screaming into a phone while everyone else including Cragen just watched. "You get a direction?" "NO, HOW COULD YOU NOT GET A DIRECTION!" "You guys are fucking morons, depot 61, figures; bunch of good for nothing greenhorns!" She continued. "Oh yeah, 16th precinct's SVU, 6:00 girls;" Finished Yasmeene slamming the phone down.

"Couple of morons from depot 61 let James steal an EMI semi right out from under them, can't even give me a direction;" fumed Yasmeene. "Thing had a box van, and has a 36,500 GVWR and a 27,500 pound payload, fully loaded." "We're talking 13.75 tons of explosives;" Said Yasmeene, looking at a calculator and little black reference book. "Damn;" Said Odafin. "Yeah;" Said Yasmeene. "Yeah, thanks;" Said Munch hanging up his phone. "Patrol just spotted the other truck, it's parked on 362 W 39 St, they report that it's empty, driver matches James' description;" informed Munch. "Okay, Yasmeene, and company, go figure out where the semi is; Stabler, Benson, Munch and Fin, go bring him in;" Ordered Cragen. "Let's get us a bomber;" Said Munch standing up.

Notes:

'Bluewater': a nickname used by conspiracy theorists to refer to East Midlands Infrastructure. In reference to either the blue in the logo, the construction equipment being painted blue or blue suites used by some crews. It's a reference to 'Blackwater Worldwide' and hired help in the government. (Though, EMI personnel are a lot better trained and behaved, so it's a bit of over exaggeration.)

GVWR: Gross vehicle weight rating; total mass of a vehicle when loaded including fuel, passengers, and loads.

Payload: what the truck can hold. (1 Ton = 2,000 pounds)

PSG: "Public Service Gas Company" A (fictional) Gas company, They have issues with Con Ed and EMI, and are not known for maintaining their equipment, and having easy ways to shut down service by non company crews. Also known for being a pain to get on site, even in an emergency.

(The name is based off "Public Service Electric and Gas Company". But is NOT a reflection on the accusal PSEG.)