Also, I claim no knowlegde of our legal system. I look up what I can, and the research is done, but I do not back up what I have written from a legal stand point. However, just because something is wrong does not mean I want it to stay that way. If you catch a boo-boo, please LET ME KNOW!! I will do what I can to [hopefully] fix it, or warn people of the mistake.
Chapter Six: Intermission
Fin and Munch walked in to the interrogation room, eyeing Kip like starving wolves spotting dinner.
"Listen," started Kip, antsy and a little annoyed. "I've been here all day, okay? Do you guys have proof or anything? Because I really want to get to work then go home."
Fin sat down, relaxing in the chair. "Now, why would you want to do that? It's all dirty and dark and skanky. I personally wouldn't be able to live there."
Kip froze, and in that single instant his whole demeanor changed. He became still, quiet, and observant. Not at all the whiney, and apprehensive person he seemed before.
He looked into Fin's eyes, sending hate washing over the detective. "You were in my house?"
Munch answered for his partner, walking towards the table with his hands behind his back. "Yeah. I'd liven it up with a little white and cerulean and the occasional saffron trim. That shit brown and mold green motif... It isn't you."
Kip's eyes never left Odafin's. "You got a court order, then."
Munch tossed two of Kip's altered porn magazines on the table. "What do you think?"
Kip leaned back in his chair, still maintaining a rock steady stare with Fin.
"Get the nigger out of here, Detective Munch. And I want my phone call."
Fin stood up quickly sending his chair back into the wall hard enough to send trembles through the two-way mirror. He glared at the grinning Kip for a moment, then composed himself and smiled to the rapist. "The nigger-" the word came out in a deep hiss that sent shivers down John's spine. "-is leaving." He bowed, then turned and opened the door, quickly followed by Munch.
Again, Cabot, Cregan and Elle were in the room. Fin opened the viewing room door, and walked out, slamming it hard enough for Kip to hear. The man started to laugh.
Elle opened the door and followed Fin out.
Munch turned to the assistant DA.
"Are those the actions of a guilty party?"
She just looked back at him, saying nothing.
Cregan opened the door. Sensing the tension between the two, he caught Munch's attention. "Let's give him his phone call."
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Fin walked to his desk and stood there, fuming. He didn't want to sit down. Not at all. He wanted to go back in there and pound the man's face in.
For a rapist, a murdering rapist, to be racist, to hate someone because of their skin... For a man with so little moral values to judge him because he was black. Kip had no doubt whatsoever that he was a better person than Fin, and all thanks to pigmentation.
He sat down heavily in his seat, shaking with rage.
After a moment he heard the chair across him squeak, and looked up expecting his partner's understanding gaze. Instead, Elle sat across from him with a look of worry across her face.
"Hmm... You're looking pretty good, John."
She gave him a slight smile and ran her fingers through her wild ruby hair, plainly nervous. "I don't know if I'm the right person here... I mean I know you'd rather talk to Detective Munch, but..." She trailed off.
Odafin nodded understanding. "Thanks."
She nodded at him, meeting his eyes and flashing a short-lived smile. He noticed once again how nervous and out of place this young woman seemed. She looked to be only half of what she was: a college kid. She didn't seem at all the officer of four years that she was.
Then again, according to her files most of that time had been spent studying victims and perpetrators and giving her "by-the-books" opinion to very open-minded colleagues. She had done very little heavy work, even as a detective in Homicide. Not yet being an expert in her field of criminal psychology, she wasn't hardened the way she undoubtedly would be in just a few short years. And the SVU would add an indefinite toll to that compaction and desensitization.
The sound of a door closing could be heard over the daily racket of the busy unit. That sound got Elle out of the seat faster than if it had been on fire.
A moment later, Munch rounded the corner and seeing Seymour, stopped dead in his tracks. Elle turned from the untrusting gaze to head towards her own desk, hesitantly patting Fin's back on the way. She was trying to make it known that she felt a bond between the two of them, and Fin got the point with a small smile. He had been the only one to really treat her with a sense of welcome her first day, and she had apparently appreciated it.
Message received, he thought. He just wasn't sure how his possessive-in-a-good-way partner would react to the already forming friendship.
Fin looked up at his partner and smiled at the older man's expression. "Get that look of betrayal off your face."
He didn't respond, but instead readjusted the chair's position to his desk.
Fin watched with interest. "You know how anal retentive that is?"
Munch looked down at him. "Kip's called a lawyer, a cousin of his from Soho. His office is up near Murray Hill on Madison Ave, though, so it'll take awhile." He raised his eyebrows, looking over his glasses at his partner, in typical Munch manner. "Wanna go for a little walk?"
He nodded, and stood up. A walk sounded good. "Yeah. Lemme get my jacket."
Fin walked across to his locker as Munch waited by the doors. He grabbed his wallet and jacket, thought better of brining his gun, and closed the locker. When he turned around he found his partner frowning at his seat, no doubt deliberating the problem that was Elle.
Fin walked up to his partner and grabbed the man's shoulder, steering him into the hall. He wanted to rant right now, not worry about how to get his partner to trust the newest member of the unit.