Finn and Madison went to the Administrations office to talk to the head administrator.
"Mr. Williams, we need to know when a high school student comes to Hudson, who do they have contact with?" asked Finn.
"They are assigned a brother or a sister, depending on their sex. Girls with girls, boys with boys to keep them safe. They report to a graduate student weekly to make sure there are no problems and then the teacher of the class they are taking."
"We need a list for these following students," Madison handed Mr. Williams the list of victims.
He recognized the names from the news. "You think someone here had something to do with this?"
Finn and Madison shared a glance. "We are just checking all possibilities; we would appreciate if you kept this quiet."
"Sure, I understand." He typed the names into his computer, then retrieved the papers from the printer and handed them to Finn.
They met with Lake, Stabler, Benson, and Munch in the hall.
"If we split this list up we can finish it up in no time," said Finn.
"I know this guy; he works with Ben in his lab. I will take him, he is a 2nd year grad student," replied Madison.
"Yeah right, you just want a reason to visit Mr. Charming," snickered Stabler.
"If I was gay I would date him," said Munch.
Madison laughed, "Catch up with you later."
Meanwhile at the hospital.
Goren and Eames arrived in Pam Ambers' room, but it was empty.
"Excuse me, Nurse, where is Pam Ambers?" asked Eames.
"She was rushed to surgery this morning, she had an intracranial hemorrhage. It was a slow bleed so it wasn't caught on admission. But this morning she was having seizures, headaches, and nausea and vomiting. Doctor did a CT and a MRI and saw the pooling of the blood. It was putting pressure on the brain, so he took her to surgery to relieve pressure and stop the bleed. Due to her age, her outlook is good," said the nurse.
"Thank you nurse, could you give us a call, when she is out of surgery?" ask Eames as she gave the nurse her card.
"She should be out soon, if you would like to wait to talk to the doctor?" she responded.
Goren and Eames looked at each other and nodded. They joined the parents in the waiting room. Eames picked up an issue of Vogue and started thumbing through. Goren again let his thoughts drift to the past.
15 years ago Goren and Madison in the back of a van on a stake-out
"I hate this van, it smells so bad. Someone should clean it," complained Madison .
"Guess a nice shiny clean van would stand out on a drug stake-out," laughed Goren.
"Yeah, guess you're right, wonder what's up with Finn? He called in sick. Guess I better bring him some of my special soup in the morning," she said.
"You make a special soup?" Goren looked shocked.
"Yeah, it comes in a can," she laughed. "Is Valdez back yet?" she asked.
"Nope. Lights still out, no movement, no sound coming from inside his apartment," replied Goren.
"Geez, going to be a long night. What are you reading?" she asked, trying to move over all the junk to get a look over his shoulder.
"Inside the Minds of Serial Killers," replied Goren.
"Wow, deep stuff there Goren."
"Well I don't plan to be in Narcotics all my life," he answered.
"So what did you do before you joined NYPD? You kinda started a little later than some," she questioned. Now she was sitting close to him. Looking into his eyes giving him her total attention.
This caught him off guard, he wasn't used to talking about himself, but he liked being with her. She didn't know he asked Finn to call in sick so he could be on this stake-out with her.
"I was in the Army, CID," he answered.
"Wow Goren, just name rank and serial number," she threw her head back and laughed.
"What's so funny?" he was confused.
"I was prepared for the Bobby Goren life story and that's all I get?" she smiled. "Maybe I need some CID training. That's ok, not everyone likes to talk about themselves." She put her arm around him and patted him on the back. "In time, in time, I will get it out of you; I know ways to make a man talk. I am known for my interrogation skills," she winked.
Then she moved away to the other side of the van.
"Damn," he said to himself, "If I kept talking she would have stayed closer, you blew it Bobby."
Time passed and Bobby started to rub his eyes.
Madison was trying to stretch in the van. Bobby was trying to pretend he wasn't watching.
"You must be getting stiff," she said.
"HUH, What?" he said.
"You're so tall, being cramped up in here. Let me take over in front of the camera. You can try and stretch. Just stay sitting there and I will cross over you and then you can get over to the other side," she explained.
So she tried to cross over him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, put one leg across his lap; her chest was at his eye level. She was trying to steady herself, but stepped on a can, and slipped, she fell right on his lap. She was face to face with him, she had him straddled.
"Ouch, I think I twisted my ankle. I am so sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked, starting to try and get up.
He pulled her back down, "If you hurt your ankle you better not stand on it," he looked into her eyes.
She shifted closer to him and felt that he was turned on by the situation and smiled. "I guess I should listen to my partner."
He brought her face to his and their lips met for the first time; his tongue entered her mouth. Their passion was like a volcano ready to erupt; they both had secretly wanted this for some time but had kept it to themselves. All of a sudden it didn't matter about the dirty van or the drug dealer, who never did come home. This moment was about them, and the first night of their relationship. They fell off the chair onto the floor of the van and tore off each other's clothes. He wanted to experience every inch of her after the climatic finish, she just collapsed in his arms. It was better than he had ever imagined.
"Bobby! Bobby!" Eames was calling him, but he was off in another time.
"Huh, What?" he snapped back to the present.
"The doctor is here," she responded.
Goren and Eames joined Pam's parents to hear what the doctor had to say.
"She survived the surgery. We were able to stop the bleed and remove the clot. We will have to wait and see how it affected her brain function when she wakes up," the doctor in formed them.
"How long will that be?" asked Pam's dad.
"It's up to her now. We have done all we can," replied the doctor.
"Excuse me doctor, could you call us when she does wake up?" Goren handed the doctor his card.
"Sure Detective, I will."
"Well let's go see what the others have turned up at Hudson," said Eames.
Back at Hudson
Madison arrived at Ben Adams' lab.
"Hi, I am Detective Madison, I am looking for Professor Adams or Mike Carter," she didn't see Ben, but didn't want to act too familiar in front of staff, there was one guy all alone in the lab.
"Professor Adams is in class. I am Mike Carter can I help you?" he said shyly.
"I sure hope you can," she said with a smile. "Mind if I sit down? I've been on my feet all day."
"Oh, sure." He got up and stumbled. He got her a stool to sit on. He avoided eye contact. He had dark rimmed glasses; he kept pushing them back up on his face and kept looking at his feet.
Madison laughed to herself -it reminded her of Bobby when they first met. He avoided looking her in the eye and when he talked to her he always looked at his feet. A shy guy, but like she learned with Bobby those shy guys have lots of passion underneath. Maybe shy guy went after younger girls because he couldn't get any his age.
"Thank you so much, Mike. Can I call you Mike?"
"Sure, that is fine."
"I am investigating the murders of Camey Jamison, Jamie Luke, the rape of Pam Ambers and the disappearance of Cindy Martin. These girls were 15-16 years of age, highly intelligent, took either advanced classes or introduction to college classes. Says here you were a liaison to help them adjust. Did you help "adjust" them Mike? They were such pretty girls. I am sure they liked hanging with college boys," she suggested.
"What are you suggesting? You think I could have done something to them?" he asked nervously.
She walked up to Mike got behind him, and whispered in his ear, "Ah come on Mike, the girls here probably don't give a nice guy like you the time of day. But these girls are so eager to fit into college life; so bubbly, you couldn't resist their charms. Admit it, who could blame you. You're a healthy sexual young male, they were eager- to- please young females," she said seductively.
"No, No, you're sick, how could you even suggest that? They were like my sisters. I have class, can I go now?" asked Mike angrily.
"Yes, but don't leave town," she said, frustrated.
Madison sat back on her stool, defeated.
"Well if this isn't a great surprise," Ben said, walking in.
"Hey, we are here questioning people about those teenage girls," she said walking up to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.
"Oh, you're here to question me; am I a suspect?" he asked.
"No, but your grad student, was a liaison, so I had to question him a bit. Don't think he liked it," she smiled.
"Mike?" he laughed. "Mike is afraid to talk to girls. I can't believe he is a suspect."
Ben started walking around his lab. Fidgeting with things.
"Well it's always the last one you suspect." Madison wondered why Ben is getting so nervous. She noticed a padlock on a door. "What's the padlock for?"
"Oh, there have been some robberies on campus. That's my private lab; I keep my private chemicals in there."
Madison's phone rang.
"Ok...be right there..." She hung up. "Well I have to go. I will see you later."
She walked out of the lab. When she looked back she saw him go into the locked lab.
She went back in and tried the door. He had locked himself in.
"What is he hiding in there?"