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Celia walked into Fin's apartment. She smiled looking around at it; it hadn't changed at all in 5 years. Albeit, it's a bit dirtier, but the furniture was still in the same position, he had the same dishes, and the same poster of Grandmaster Flash on the wall. She set her suitcase on the couch and opened it up. She pulled out her cell phone, and called her director.
"Hello Whittaker, this is Agent Garcia." Sighed Celia.
"Ah, it's so nice of you to call on that cell phone that we've provided for you." Said Whittaker on the other line.
"Yea, well keeping close contact with you isn't my main objective." Snapped Celia.
"Well have you given anymore thought on the direction I want you to take on getting this Killer?" he asked.
"Yea, I'll do it. But, only because I have literally stopped caring about this case. I just want to get it over with."
"That's my girl. Remember, this is not for those cops to know. Keep it to yourself."
"I'm not your girl, I never will be. Believe me, Whittaker, when this is over with, I quit." Snapped Celia.
"Do what ever you want Celia, but I can guarantee you that no other law enforcement agency will hire you." Said Whittaker.
"Fuck you!" spat Celia before she hung up her cell and threw it back in the suitcase and pulled out a new set of clothing.
It was around 10pm down at the station; Fin was sitting at his desk reading over Celia's files, when a redheaded woman ran into the squad room.
"Can someone help me?" she cried.
"Whoa, mam, calm down, what's the matter?" Fin asked.
"I'm Gina Fowler's roommate, and I think she's been kidnapped."
"What makes you think that?" asked Fin.
"I haven't seen her since before she left to come here. I also went to where she works, and her car is parked there, but one of her co-workers said she never showed up."
"She was here until around 4pm." Said Fin.
"Yea, she had to work at 5pm. She's my best friend, you have to find her." The woman cried.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"Kelsey Snyder."
"Ok, Kelsey, I want you to take a seat over there, and I'm going to go talk to my boss and see what he says." Said Fin. The girl nodded as Fin walked into Cragen's office, "Gina Fowler is missing."
"What do you mean?"
"Her roommate is that hysterical red head out there, and she hasn't talked to her since before she came here to give the statement and the sketch." Said Fin.
"Oh Jesus." Sighed Cragen, "Get Stabler and Benson on the phone. Tell them and Munch just walked in." Fin walked out of the office.
"Munch, Gina Fowler is missing." Said Fin.
"What?"
"That girl over there is her roommate, and says she hasn't seen her since before she came here." Said Fin.
"Ya think that this guy is now trying to knock off everyone who's seen his face and can identify him."
"I don't know. What did you find out at the lab?" asked Fin.
"Nothing we already didn't know." Said Munch as he walked over to Kelsey, "Hi, you're Gina's roommate?"
"Yea." The girl sniffed.
"Did you get a good look at the guy who Kelly went home with the other night?" asked Munch.
"No, I was at the bar getting a drink and talking to a guy. Gina and Kelly stayed at the table. I guess he showed up while I was at the bar. Gina said that when the guy sat down he was more interested in Kelly because she was blond. But Gina introduced herself and stuff, but then left and came to see me at the bar. Kelly was already drunk by that point. About an hour later, Kelly came to tell us that she was going to get a piece from the guy. It wasn't anything different, so we said good-bye and that was that. Until the next morning." Sobbed Kelsey.
"Ok, thank you." Said Munch, "Fin, did you talk to Stabler and Benson?"
"Yea, they talk to the freaks parents. They haven't seen him in 10 years, but they're sure that it's their son we're looking for. They said he's had a past before this of stalking women. Benson put a watch on their house. I was also just checking the databases, and it appears that our Valentino Juarez has a record of date rape going all the way back to 1987." Said Fin.
"Well, let's go talk to some of those women." Said Munch.
Meanwhile, in Fin's apartment, Celia had changed into a black vinyl mini skirt. She matched it with a red tube top and a leather jacket. She had on black boots witch rode up to her mid-thigh. She had tied her long brown hair up into a flat bun and put a nylon cap over it. She then threw on a blond haired wig and neatly put it in place. If you were to look at her, you would have never recognized her. Just then, Fin's phone rang. Celia ignored it figuring she had no business here, so the machine would get it.
***Hey, this is Fin. Leave a Message.*** the machine spoke, "Baby, if you're there, pick up." Celia looked at the phone, but decided to leave it, "Baby, I know you're there, please pick up the phone." Celia walked over to the phone and pulled the cord out of the wall.
"I'm sorry, Fin." Sighed Celia as she grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
Fin and Munch were walking down the street headed back to their car after talking with once of Valentino's date rape victims.
"Celia's not answering." Said Fin.
"You wanna stop by your place and check on her." Said Munch.
"I'm sure she can take care of herself." Said Fin.
"Boy, you really are stuck on her." Said Munch, "Maybe this is why you suck so bad in the women department."
"I wouldn't talk." Snapped Fin.
"You're worried about her." Said Munch, "We'll stop by your place to check on her."
"Yea, fine, I'm worried about her. If this freak is takes out people who've seen his face, then she's in danger." Said Fin.
"She can defend herself, I'm sure." Said Munch.
"Yea."
"So what do you think this guys psychological issue is?" asked Munch.
"Do I look like a shrink to you?" said Fin.
"I mean he sows their eyes shut, cut's off an ear, and their tongue." Said Munch, "There usually is a psychological issue surrounding it. Like, the ears are because his mother never listen to him or something weird."
"I think you're the freak now." Laughed Fin.
A couple hours had passed and Celia had been walking all over the city hoping to catch a glimpse of her killer. She had been in and out of several bars and there was still no sign of him. She continued to walk, but she had already given up. She walked into a dumpy looking pub about 12 blocks from Fin's apartment. There was a decent amount of people in the place. Most of them looked like they were hookers and it didn't help that she looked like one herself, but she wasn't too worried. She pulled up a seat at the bar, as the bar tender came to take her order.
"What can I get you?" the bar tender asked.
"Slow gin and O.J.," replied Celia as she put her purse underneath her barstool, "Can I get a menu too? I just want to get something to go."
"Sure thing." Replied the bartender. He handed her the menu and she started to look through it.
"Boy it sure is a shame for a pretty thing like you to be sitting her all by yourself." A man said behind her. She turned her head to look at him.
"I'm just getting some take out and a drink." She replied to the killer standing in front her.
"Maybe we could take it back to my place and get to know each other." Valentino suggested in a sleazy-like manor.
"I don't think so." Celia replied, "You can sit here and get to know me."
"Ok." He said as he sat down.
Fin walked into his apartment with Munch and looked around. Fin walked into the bedroom and saw her suitcase on the couch and he looked in the bathroom and saw her makeup on the counter.
"Baby, you here." Fin called, but obviously got no response.
"I think she's at the bar." Said Munch.
"What makes you say that?" asked Fin.
"Because the phone book is open to the entertainment section."
"Great." Said Fin.
"What is she doing?"
"If I knew that Munch I wouldn't be so pissed." Snapped Fin, "Let's go."
Meanwhile, Celia had been talking to Valentino for roughly 20 minutes. She couldn't understand how women found him attractive. She found him to be quite repulsive. But, Celia was under the impression that he thought she was a prostitute.
"So you're a traveler?" Valentino asked.
"Yea, I work all over the eastern seaboard." Celia replied.
"What is it that you do?"
"I'm an entertainer."
"I'll bet you are. Perhaps you could entertain me sometime." Smirked Valentino.
"Perhaps." Said Celia. As she started to lift her drink, it slipped out of her hands and spilled over her and the counter, "Shit!"
"Bar Tender, can I get some napkins?" Valentino asked. The bar tender brought over some napkins and a washcloth.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to go wash up." Celia smiled at him.
Celia left to go to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of site, Valentino picked up her purse from under her bar stool. He looked in her wallet and frowned as soon as he saw her FBI badge. He put it back in her purse and put it back under her chair. She walked back to the bar and Valentino stood up.
"Did you miss me?" Celia smiled.
"With every shot so far." Valentino growled as he punched her in the face. When the other men in the bar saw that, they jumped on Valentino and a brawl started in the bar. Celia jumped into it, trying to get them off of each other. With in seconds the bar tender had called 911 and minutes later the police showed up. Celia looked around the bar in a panic; Valentino was nowhere to be found. Once the police showed up they started arresting everyone.
"Mam, put your hands on your head." Said an officer holding a gun up at her.
"But, I'm an FBI agent." Said Celia.
"Yea right lady, and I'm the king of France."
"I'm serious. My purse was under my chair. My ID and everything is in there." Cried Celia.
"If we find your purse, mam, and what you say is true then we'll let you go. But not now." Said the officer.
"God Damn it." Snapped Celia, "I fucking quit this job." The officer read her right and put her in the squad car.
Munch and Fin walked back into the squad room. Where Stabler and Benson were waiting for their return.
"Any sign of Gina?" asked Benson.
"No, we talked to a couple of Valentino's previous date rape victims." Said Fin.
"Yea, it seems this guy is really into blonds. Everyone of them was a blond." Said Munch.
"So what would this guy want with Gina, she had black hair?" asked Stabler.
"Fin seems to think that he off's people that have seen his face and a can identify him." Said Munch.
"Oh great. I guess that were the male victims came into play." Said Cragen.
"Has anyone informed Celia about all this?" Asked Benson.
"We would have but, when I called my place, she didn't answer the phone." Said Fin.
"We also stopped by, but she wasn't even there." Said Munch.
"Does she have a cell on her?" asked Cragen.
"We don't know because we've never seen her with one." Answered Munch.
"Well this is great. We now have a missing Federal agent." Said Cragen, "Look, you all need some rest. We'll do more in the morning. Go home. If something happens I'll call you."
Everyone had already left and Fin was still sitting at his desk, cleaning it up for the next morning's work, when his phone rang.
"Tutuola." He answer, "...You're fucking joking right... Yea." With that he hung up his phone.
"Who was that?" asked Cragen.
"42nd precinct. Seems Celia's been arrested." Said Fin.
"Great. Just what we need." Said Cragen.
"I'm going to get her. Then I'm going home. I'll be back in the morning." Said Fin.
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Celia walked into Fin's apartment. She smiled looking around at it; it hadn't changed at all in 5 years. Albeit, it's a bit dirtier, but the furniture was still in the same position, he had the same dishes, and the same poster of Grandmaster Flash on the wall. She set her suitcase on the couch and opened it up. She pulled out her cell phone, and called her director.
"Hello Whittaker, this is Agent Garcia." Sighed Celia.
"Ah, it's so nice of you to call on that cell phone that we've provided for you." Said Whittaker on the other line.
"Yea, well keeping close contact with you isn't my main objective." Snapped Celia.
"Well have you given anymore thought on the direction I want you to take on getting this Killer?" he asked.
"Yea, I'll do it. But, only because I have literally stopped caring about this case. I just want to get it over with."
"That's my girl. Remember, this is not for those cops to know. Keep it to yourself."
"I'm not your girl, I never will be. Believe me, Whittaker, when this is over with, I quit." Snapped Celia.
"Do what ever you want Celia, but I can guarantee you that no other law enforcement agency will hire you." Said Whittaker.
"Fuck you!" spat Celia before she hung up her cell and threw it back in the suitcase and pulled out a new set of clothing.
It was around 10pm down at the station; Fin was sitting at his desk reading over Celia's files, when a redheaded woman ran into the squad room.
"Can someone help me?" she cried.
"Whoa, mam, calm down, what's the matter?" Fin asked.
"I'm Gina Fowler's roommate, and I think she's been kidnapped."
"What makes you think that?" asked Fin.
"I haven't seen her since before she left to come here. I also went to where she works, and her car is parked there, but one of her co-workers said she never showed up."
"She was here until around 4pm." Said Fin.
"Yea, she had to work at 5pm. She's my best friend, you have to find her." The woman cried.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"Kelsey Snyder."
"Ok, Kelsey, I want you to take a seat over there, and I'm going to go talk to my boss and see what he says." Said Fin. The girl nodded as Fin walked into Cragen's office, "Gina Fowler is missing."
"What do you mean?"
"Her roommate is that hysterical red head out there, and she hasn't talked to her since before she came here to give the statement and the sketch." Said Fin.
"Oh Jesus." Sighed Cragen, "Get Stabler and Benson on the phone. Tell them and Munch just walked in." Fin walked out of the office.
"Munch, Gina Fowler is missing." Said Fin.
"What?"
"That girl over there is her roommate, and says she hasn't seen her since before she came here." Said Fin.
"Ya think that this guy is now trying to knock off everyone who's seen his face and can identify him."
"I don't know. What did you find out at the lab?" asked Fin.
"Nothing we already didn't know." Said Munch as he walked over to Kelsey, "Hi, you're Gina's roommate?"
"Yea." The girl sniffed.
"Did you get a good look at the guy who Kelly went home with the other night?" asked Munch.
"No, I was at the bar getting a drink and talking to a guy. Gina and Kelly stayed at the table. I guess he showed up while I was at the bar. Gina said that when the guy sat down he was more interested in Kelly because she was blond. But Gina introduced herself and stuff, but then left and came to see me at the bar. Kelly was already drunk by that point. About an hour later, Kelly came to tell us that she was going to get a piece from the guy. It wasn't anything different, so we said good-bye and that was that. Until the next morning." Sobbed Kelsey.
"Ok, thank you." Said Munch, "Fin, did you talk to Stabler and Benson?"
"Yea, they talk to the freaks parents. They haven't seen him in 10 years, but they're sure that it's their son we're looking for. They said he's had a past before this of stalking women. Benson put a watch on their house. I was also just checking the databases, and it appears that our Valentino Juarez has a record of date rape going all the way back to 1987." Said Fin.
"Well, let's go talk to some of those women." Said Munch.
Meanwhile, in Fin's apartment, Celia had changed into a black vinyl mini skirt. She matched it with a red tube top and a leather jacket. She had on black boots witch rode up to her mid-thigh. She had tied her long brown hair up into a flat bun and put a nylon cap over it. She then threw on a blond haired wig and neatly put it in place. If you were to look at her, you would have never recognized her. Just then, Fin's phone rang. Celia ignored it figuring she had no business here, so the machine would get it.
***Hey, this is Fin. Leave a Message.*** the machine spoke, "Baby, if you're there, pick up." Celia looked at the phone, but decided to leave it, "Baby, I know you're there, please pick up the phone." Celia walked over to the phone and pulled the cord out of the wall.
"I'm sorry, Fin." Sighed Celia as she grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
Fin and Munch were walking down the street headed back to their car after talking with once of Valentino's date rape victims.
"Celia's not answering." Said Fin.
"You wanna stop by your place and check on her." Said Munch.
"I'm sure she can take care of herself." Said Fin.
"Boy, you really are stuck on her." Said Munch, "Maybe this is why you suck so bad in the women department."
"I wouldn't talk." Snapped Fin.
"You're worried about her." Said Munch, "We'll stop by your place to check on her."
"Yea, fine, I'm worried about her. If this freak is takes out people who've seen his face, then she's in danger." Said Fin.
"She can defend herself, I'm sure." Said Munch.
"Yea."
"So what do you think this guys psychological issue is?" asked Munch.
"Do I look like a shrink to you?" said Fin.
"I mean he sows their eyes shut, cut's off an ear, and their tongue." Said Munch, "There usually is a psychological issue surrounding it. Like, the ears are because his mother never listen to him or something weird."
"I think you're the freak now." Laughed Fin.
A couple hours had passed and Celia had been walking all over the city hoping to catch a glimpse of her killer. She had been in and out of several bars and there was still no sign of him. She continued to walk, but she had already given up. She walked into a dumpy looking pub about 12 blocks from Fin's apartment. There was a decent amount of people in the place. Most of them looked like they were hookers and it didn't help that she looked like one herself, but she wasn't too worried. She pulled up a seat at the bar, as the bar tender came to take her order.
"What can I get you?" the bar tender asked.
"Slow gin and O.J.," replied Celia as she put her purse underneath her barstool, "Can I get a menu too? I just want to get something to go."
"Sure thing." Replied the bartender. He handed her the menu and she started to look through it.
"Boy it sure is a shame for a pretty thing like you to be sitting her all by yourself." A man said behind her. She turned her head to look at him.
"I'm just getting some take out and a drink." She replied to the killer standing in front her.
"Maybe we could take it back to my place and get to know each other." Valentino suggested in a sleazy-like manor.
"I don't think so." Celia replied, "You can sit here and get to know me."
"Ok." He said as he sat down.
Fin walked into his apartment with Munch and looked around. Fin walked into the bedroom and saw her suitcase on the couch and he looked in the bathroom and saw her makeup on the counter.
"Baby, you here." Fin called, but obviously got no response.
"I think she's at the bar." Said Munch.
"What makes you say that?" asked Fin.
"Because the phone book is open to the entertainment section."
"Great." Said Fin.
"What is she doing?"
"If I knew that Munch I wouldn't be so pissed." Snapped Fin, "Let's go."
Meanwhile, Celia had been talking to Valentino for roughly 20 minutes. She couldn't understand how women found him attractive. She found him to be quite repulsive. But, Celia was under the impression that he thought she was a prostitute.
"So you're a traveler?" Valentino asked.
"Yea, I work all over the eastern seaboard." Celia replied.
"What is it that you do?"
"I'm an entertainer."
"I'll bet you are. Perhaps you could entertain me sometime." Smirked Valentino.
"Perhaps." Said Celia. As she started to lift her drink, it slipped out of her hands and spilled over her and the counter, "Shit!"
"Bar Tender, can I get some napkins?" Valentino asked. The bar tender brought over some napkins and a washcloth.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to go wash up." Celia smiled at him.
Celia left to go to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of site, Valentino picked up her purse from under her bar stool. He looked in her wallet and frowned as soon as he saw her FBI badge. He put it back in her purse and put it back under her chair. She walked back to the bar and Valentino stood up.
"Did you miss me?" Celia smiled.
"With every shot so far." Valentino growled as he punched her in the face. When the other men in the bar saw that, they jumped on Valentino and a brawl started in the bar. Celia jumped into it, trying to get them off of each other. With in seconds the bar tender had called 911 and minutes later the police showed up. Celia looked around the bar in a panic; Valentino was nowhere to be found. Once the police showed up they started arresting everyone.
"Mam, put your hands on your head." Said an officer holding a gun up at her.
"But, I'm an FBI agent." Said Celia.
"Yea right lady, and I'm the king of France."
"I'm serious. My purse was under my chair. My ID and everything is in there." Cried Celia.
"If we find your purse, mam, and what you say is true then we'll let you go. But not now." Said the officer.
"God Damn it." Snapped Celia, "I fucking quit this job." The officer read her right and put her in the squad car.
Munch and Fin walked back into the squad room. Where Stabler and Benson were waiting for their return.
"Any sign of Gina?" asked Benson.
"No, we talked to a couple of Valentino's previous date rape victims." Said Fin.
"Yea, it seems this guy is really into blonds. Everyone of them was a blond." Said Munch.
"So what would this guy want with Gina, she had black hair?" asked Stabler.
"Fin seems to think that he off's people that have seen his face and a can identify him." Said Munch.
"Oh great. I guess that were the male victims came into play." Said Cragen.
"Has anyone informed Celia about all this?" Asked Benson.
"We would have but, when I called my place, she didn't answer the phone." Said Fin.
"We also stopped by, but she wasn't even there." Said Munch.
"Does she have a cell on her?" asked Cragen.
"We don't know because we've never seen her with one." Answered Munch.
"Well this is great. We now have a missing Federal agent." Said Cragen, "Look, you all need some rest. We'll do more in the morning. Go home. If something happens I'll call you."
Everyone had already left and Fin was still sitting at his desk, cleaning it up for the next morning's work, when his phone rang.
"Tutuola." He answer, "...You're fucking joking right... Yea." With that he hung up his phone.
"Who was that?" asked Cragen.
"42nd precinct. Seems Celia's been arrested." Said Fin.
"Great. Just what we need." Said Cragen.
"I'm going to get her. Then I'm going home. I'll be back in the morning." Said Fin.