Title: Till Death Do Us Part (4/15)
Author: KatRose
Disclaimer: Simply put, Dick Wolf's, not mine.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Author's Notes: The dates for this story are all 2004. I also have to thank kukrae for all her help, wisdom, cheerleading and browbeating me into getting this story written.
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CHAPTER 4
MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
APRIL 26
Elliot knocked on the door just before he and Olivia walked in.
"Hey, Warner, any news on our vic?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, sorry it took so long. We're kinda backed up in here lately," she answered.
"Well, as long as you get to it sooner than later, I guess we can't bitch too much," Olivia said.
"The victim was assaulted by something large and metallic. The waffle imprint on her skin looks like what you'd find on the handle of a policeman's flashlight. It would also account for the massive tearing of the vaginal wall. She was also stabbed with an ice pick. Industrial size by the depth," she stated with professional coolness. "I also told Munch that your first victim was pregnant, about three months along."
"Yeah, Fin told us that the other day," Elliot said. "How'd that get missed the first time around?"
"It wasn't missed. You just wanted results faster than I could finalize the autopsy. Not to mention the bruising and tearing in the abdominal cavity was so severe that the fetus had broken loose of the uterine wall and looked like just another mass of blood and tissue. Sorry guys," she said.
"Anything else we need to know about either vic?" Olivia asked.
"Not at the moment, I'm waiting for a few more test results to come back, but so far toxicology is negative for drugs or alcohol. Stomach contents show she had a hamburger and fries several hours before she died. Nothing too specific, sorry."
"Keep us informed," Elliot said as he and Olivia walked out.
Olivia pulled out her cell phone as they walked down the hall. "Huang, please," she said.
"Huang here," came the response a moment later.
"We got info on the second vic. You got time to go over the reports?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll meet you at the precinct. Give me 20 minutes to wrap up what I'm doing here."
"Thanks." Hanging up the phone she turned to Elliott, "I think we need his view on what's going on here."
"Agreed."
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
SQUAD ROOM
Olivia put the fast food bag on her desk and doled out the food between Elliot's space and her own. Grabbing a few extra fries from his stack and stuffing them in her mouth, she took a sip from her diet soda and reached for the autopsy report on Lizette Cullen. Elliot sat across from her and noticed his diminished pile of fries and her larger stack. Reach across to grab a few from her, he got slapped for the effort.
"Nu-huh," she said, never looking up from the report. "Hands off. Mine."
"Just because you picked up the food, doesn't mean you get to filch my share," he said, taking his drink from the cardboard tray.
"Sure it does. Call it payment for the effort," she quipped back.
"Kids, play nice," said Munch. "There's enough to go around," he said grabbing a few from Elliot's pile. "Thanks," he mumbled heading back to his desk.
Fin sat looking at the antics of his co-workers wondering how he'd gotten hooked up with such lunatics. He whipped open the report he was looking at to avoid laughing out loud at them, that would only ruin his reputation as a hard-ass.
Dr. George Huang strode into the room and headed directly for Elliot and Olivia's desks. "What do you have for me?"
"A couple of dead women whose deaths may or may not be related," Olivia said, handing over the files. "I wanted to know what you thought."
Huang sat down at an empty desk and started to read. Several minutes later he looked up while keeping a finger on a particular passage in the report. "The person who committed the first rape/murder was very angry. This could be a crime of passion and opportunity. I would guess the perpetrator to be male, mid to late 20s, socially competent in that he can interact with others without notice, but inept with women. This causes him to feel rejected, even if there is interest. He takes that rage out on the parts of a woman that make her female, the breasts and vagina took the brunt of his anger.
"The second rape/murder is much more violent. If this is the same person, he's escalating and at a much faster rate than one would normally see in a serial killer."
"How so?" Elliot asked.
"Well, serial killers normally don't kill so close together unless they've been doing this a while. If the first victim were truly his first victim, we'd see at least months, if not a year, before the next victim. These two women are only ten days apart," Huang replied. "If this is the same man, he's probably killed before. I'd like to run his MO through VICAP to see if there are any other murders like these."
Cragen heard the last comment and said, "Sounds like a good idea. Feel free to use my office if you need to."
"No thanks, but I could use a copy of these reports. I have all the numbers I need back at my office."
"I'll get you copies," Olivia said, taking the reports from Fin and Huang.
"Thanks," Huang said.
Two days later Huang dialed Cragen's number and waited for the line to connect. "Captain Cragen? Dr. Huang, here."
"Hello, Doctor. Did you find anything?"
"Unfortunately, yes. There are eleven cases in the five Boroughs that resemble the two you're working on spread out over the past five years. There's enough similarity to think they're related, but not enough to state as fact that they're all the victim of one killer."
"Send the information over to us. I'll get Fin and Munch on the older cases and Benson and Stabler on the newer ones. Maybe they can dig up something useful," Cragen said.
"I'll fax it over now."
"Thanks."
The bullpen was abuzz with the information Huang had faxed over. Eleven other cases similar to what they'd found over the past two weeks. Each woman beaten with a blunt object about the breasts and groin, raped with the same object and then left to die in an alley or garbage bin. Each woman was found within days of her murder, but no suspect had been targeted.
Cragen spoke to the troops. "Fin, Munch, I want you to take the six earliest cases. Benson, Stabler, you take the other five. See what more you can find than what's in the reports."
"Sure thing, Cap," Fin said. "Munch, I'll drive, you scare the pigeons."
"That's only because they don't know I'm trying to avoid them. If they'd only fly the other direction they'd be fine," Munch responded with a laugh.
Elliot and Olivia shared a laugh at their co-workers' shenanigans as they walked out the door with them.
"You want me to drive?" Olivia asked.
"Sure, first victim on our list lived in Upper East Side. We'll start there."
Olivia turned the key and the engine started. She and Elliot shared some small talk about the cases, both current and older, thinking out loud about what the connection should be. There didn't appear to be any pattern to where these women lived or where they were killed.
HOME OF JANA JONES
8612 WEST END AVENUE
Olivia knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When the door opened a few minutes later a stylish woman in her sixties said, "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Detective Benson and this is my partner Detective Stabler. We need to ask you a few questions about Jana Jones," she said, holding up her badge for inspection.
"Jana is dead, what more could you want to know?" she asked.
"If we can come inside …" Olivia urged.
"Yes, of course, my apologies," came the response. "I'm still a little leery of anyone who I don't know, it's been hard without Jana around." She led them into the living room and sat on an antique armchair and urged them to the sofa.
"We understand, ma'am," Elliot said as he sat. "We just wanted to get some clarification about some things in the report."
"Then you've finally found the man who did this to my daughter?"
"That's why we need to talk to you. There's been more killings and we think they may be tied to your daughter's case," Olivia said gently. "Can you remember when you last saw your daughter before her death?"
"We had lunch with my son at Octavio's Restaurant on Columbus. Jana went shopping afterwards at Saks and I came home," Mrs. Jones said.
"Did your son see her any time after that?" Olivia asked.
"No, he went back to work at Fricker and Johnstone. He's a gemologist and had clients waiting for him that afternoon," she replied. "We never saw Jana again."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Jones. At the time did you see or hear anything that would have seemed strange?"
"Like what, Ms. Benson?"
"Like phone calls late in the night or packages arriving with no return addresses or people lurking around the home. Anything out of the ordinary," Olivia replied, ignoring the honorific Mrs. Jones bestowed upon her.
"Not that I can think of. I did, however, keep all the cards and notes that came after the funeral. Would you like to see them?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"That would be good, thank you. If you also have a list of her friends and coworkers, that would be good too."
Mrs. Jones went into another room and came back a few minutes later with a decorated box filled with cards and letters of condolence. She handed the box over to Olivia. "Her address book is inside too. I didn't want to miss anyone when I was sending out the notice. All I ask is that I get them back when you're done with them."
"Of course and thank you." Olivia and Elliot stood to leave. Olivia's eye caught the photos of a young couple on the mantle and asked, "Is that your daughter and her husband?"
"Yes, that's my son and Jana," she answered. At the detectives' startled looks, she said, "Jana's not my biological daughter, she's my son's wife. Or was," she amended. "But she was the only daughter I ever had." Mrs. Jones sniffed back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. "It's been two years and I still miss her dearly."
"We're sorry about your loss. We'll return these to you as soon as we can," Olivia said indicating the box. "Thank you."
Mrs. Jones saw them to the door and closed it behind them. They could hear soft sobbing as they walked down the steps to the sidewalk.
Author: KatRose
Disclaimer: Simply put, Dick Wolf's, not mine.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Author's Notes: The dates for this story are all 2004. I also have to thank kukrae for all her help, wisdom, cheerleading and browbeating me into getting this story written.
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CHAPTER 4
MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
APRIL 26
Elliot knocked on the door just before he and Olivia walked in.
"Hey, Warner, any news on our vic?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, sorry it took so long. We're kinda backed up in here lately," she answered.
"Well, as long as you get to it sooner than later, I guess we can't bitch too much," Olivia said.
"The victim was assaulted by something large and metallic. The waffle imprint on her skin looks like what you'd find on the handle of a policeman's flashlight. It would also account for the massive tearing of the vaginal wall. She was also stabbed with an ice pick. Industrial size by the depth," she stated with professional coolness. "I also told Munch that your first victim was pregnant, about three months along."
"Yeah, Fin told us that the other day," Elliot said. "How'd that get missed the first time around?"
"It wasn't missed. You just wanted results faster than I could finalize the autopsy. Not to mention the bruising and tearing in the abdominal cavity was so severe that the fetus had broken loose of the uterine wall and looked like just another mass of blood and tissue. Sorry guys," she said.
"Anything else we need to know about either vic?" Olivia asked.
"Not at the moment, I'm waiting for a few more test results to come back, but so far toxicology is negative for drugs or alcohol. Stomach contents show she had a hamburger and fries several hours before she died. Nothing too specific, sorry."
"Keep us informed," Elliot said as he and Olivia walked out.
Olivia pulled out her cell phone as they walked down the hall. "Huang, please," she said.
"Huang here," came the response a moment later.
"We got info on the second vic. You got time to go over the reports?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll meet you at the precinct. Give me 20 minutes to wrap up what I'm doing here."
"Thanks." Hanging up the phone she turned to Elliott, "I think we need his view on what's going on here."
"Agreed."
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
SQUAD ROOM
Olivia put the fast food bag on her desk and doled out the food between Elliot's space and her own. Grabbing a few extra fries from his stack and stuffing them in her mouth, she took a sip from her diet soda and reached for the autopsy report on Lizette Cullen. Elliot sat across from her and noticed his diminished pile of fries and her larger stack. Reach across to grab a few from her, he got slapped for the effort.
"Nu-huh," she said, never looking up from the report. "Hands off. Mine."
"Just because you picked up the food, doesn't mean you get to filch my share," he said, taking his drink from the cardboard tray.
"Sure it does. Call it payment for the effort," she quipped back.
"Kids, play nice," said Munch. "There's enough to go around," he said grabbing a few from Elliot's pile. "Thanks," he mumbled heading back to his desk.
Fin sat looking at the antics of his co-workers wondering how he'd gotten hooked up with such lunatics. He whipped open the report he was looking at to avoid laughing out loud at them, that would only ruin his reputation as a hard-ass.
Dr. George Huang strode into the room and headed directly for Elliot and Olivia's desks. "What do you have for me?"
"A couple of dead women whose deaths may or may not be related," Olivia said, handing over the files. "I wanted to know what you thought."
Huang sat down at an empty desk and started to read. Several minutes later he looked up while keeping a finger on a particular passage in the report. "The person who committed the first rape/murder was very angry. This could be a crime of passion and opportunity. I would guess the perpetrator to be male, mid to late 20s, socially competent in that he can interact with others without notice, but inept with women. This causes him to feel rejected, even if there is interest. He takes that rage out on the parts of a woman that make her female, the breasts and vagina took the brunt of his anger.
"The second rape/murder is much more violent. If this is the same person, he's escalating and at a much faster rate than one would normally see in a serial killer."
"How so?" Elliot asked.
"Well, serial killers normally don't kill so close together unless they've been doing this a while. If the first victim were truly his first victim, we'd see at least months, if not a year, before the next victim. These two women are only ten days apart," Huang replied. "If this is the same man, he's probably killed before. I'd like to run his MO through VICAP to see if there are any other murders like these."
Cragen heard the last comment and said, "Sounds like a good idea. Feel free to use my office if you need to."
"No thanks, but I could use a copy of these reports. I have all the numbers I need back at my office."
"I'll get you copies," Olivia said, taking the reports from Fin and Huang.
"Thanks," Huang said.
Two days later Huang dialed Cragen's number and waited for the line to connect. "Captain Cragen? Dr. Huang, here."
"Hello, Doctor. Did you find anything?"
"Unfortunately, yes. There are eleven cases in the five Boroughs that resemble the two you're working on spread out over the past five years. There's enough similarity to think they're related, but not enough to state as fact that they're all the victim of one killer."
"Send the information over to us. I'll get Fin and Munch on the older cases and Benson and Stabler on the newer ones. Maybe they can dig up something useful," Cragen said.
"I'll fax it over now."
"Thanks."
The bullpen was abuzz with the information Huang had faxed over. Eleven other cases similar to what they'd found over the past two weeks. Each woman beaten with a blunt object about the breasts and groin, raped with the same object and then left to die in an alley or garbage bin. Each woman was found within days of her murder, but no suspect had been targeted.
Cragen spoke to the troops. "Fin, Munch, I want you to take the six earliest cases. Benson, Stabler, you take the other five. See what more you can find than what's in the reports."
"Sure thing, Cap," Fin said. "Munch, I'll drive, you scare the pigeons."
"That's only because they don't know I'm trying to avoid them. If they'd only fly the other direction they'd be fine," Munch responded with a laugh.
Elliot and Olivia shared a laugh at their co-workers' shenanigans as they walked out the door with them.
"You want me to drive?" Olivia asked.
"Sure, first victim on our list lived in Upper East Side. We'll start there."
Olivia turned the key and the engine started. She and Elliot shared some small talk about the cases, both current and older, thinking out loud about what the connection should be. There didn't appear to be any pattern to where these women lived or where they were killed.
HOME OF JANA JONES
8612 WEST END AVENUE
Olivia knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When the door opened a few minutes later a stylish woman in her sixties said, "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Detective Benson and this is my partner Detective Stabler. We need to ask you a few questions about Jana Jones," she said, holding up her badge for inspection.
"Jana is dead, what more could you want to know?" she asked.
"If we can come inside …" Olivia urged.
"Yes, of course, my apologies," came the response. "I'm still a little leery of anyone who I don't know, it's been hard without Jana around." She led them into the living room and sat on an antique armchair and urged them to the sofa.
"We understand, ma'am," Elliot said as he sat. "We just wanted to get some clarification about some things in the report."
"Then you've finally found the man who did this to my daughter?"
"That's why we need to talk to you. There's been more killings and we think they may be tied to your daughter's case," Olivia said gently. "Can you remember when you last saw your daughter before her death?"
"We had lunch with my son at Octavio's Restaurant on Columbus. Jana went shopping afterwards at Saks and I came home," Mrs. Jones said.
"Did your son see her any time after that?" Olivia asked.
"No, he went back to work at Fricker and Johnstone. He's a gemologist and had clients waiting for him that afternoon," she replied. "We never saw Jana again."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Jones. At the time did you see or hear anything that would have seemed strange?"
"Like what, Ms. Benson?"
"Like phone calls late in the night or packages arriving with no return addresses or people lurking around the home. Anything out of the ordinary," Olivia replied, ignoring the honorific Mrs. Jones bestowed upon her.
"Not that I can think of. I did, however, keep all the cards and notes that came after the funeral. Would you like to see them?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"That would be good, thank you. If you also have a list of her friends and coworkers, that would be good too."
Mrs. Jones went into another room and came back a few minutes later with a decorated box filled with cards and letters of condolence. She handed the box over to Olivia. "Her address book is inside too. I didn't want to miss anyone when I was sending out the notice. All I ask is that I get them back when you're done with them."
"Of course and thank you." Olivia and Elliot stood to leave. Olivia's eye caught the photos of a young couple on the mantle and asked, "Is that your daughter and her husband?"
"Yes, that's my son and Jana," she answered. At the detectives' startled looks, she said, "Jana's not my biological daughter, she's my son's wife. Or was," she amended. "But she was the only daughter I ever had." Mrs. Jones sniffed back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. "It's been two years and I still miss her dearly."
"We're sorry about your loss. We'll return these to you as soon as we can," Olivia said indicating the box. "Thank you."
Mrs. Jones saw them to the door and closed it behind them. They could hear soft sobbing as they walked down the steps to the sidewalk.
