16th Precinct
SVU Squadroom
April 12th, 2004
9:06 AM
"Well, good morning Ms. Sunshine," John Munch greeted Olivia as she entered the squad room, a grouchy look upon her face.
"Bite me, Munch," Olivia snapped back instantly, taking off her coat and draping it along the back of her chair before flopping down and covering her face with a hand.
"Time and place, baby," Munch replied, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Munch, I'd leave her alone. She could probably kick your ass," Odafin "Fin" Tutuola warned his partner.
"Yeah, Olivia is pretty scary," Elliot chimed in.
"Hey, come on now. I'm not scary!" Olivia protested, her tone and the small smile on her face not matching her indignation.
"As amusing as this discussion is, Benson's ass kicking abilities are not the focus right now," Cragen interrupted. The four detectives jumped, somewhat guilty, and turned their attention to the Captain. Cragen surveyed his detectives carefully, then asked, "Where are we on the Jones case?"
"Parents told us that Larissa had no boyfriend nor complained of anybody harassing her," Olivia spoke up.
"Warner informed us that the vic was most likely shocked by a Taser gun and raped. Whenever she gained control of her muscles he shocked her again," Elliot chimed in.
"We know it wasn't a robbery because Larissa still had her wallet, keys, and cell phone with her," Olivia finished.
"Okay," Cragen said, obviously as repulsed as the rest of them, "Are there any other cases like this one on the record?"
"Munch and I looked through the database, and we've found nothing except for one possible hit. A few weeks ago a woman in Queens claimed that a man used a Taser gun to shock her but her husband scared off the guy. Name is Susan Green," Fin spoke up.
"Are we thinking this is the same guy?" Cragen asked.
"It's possible, Cap. It's the best thing that we can go on right now," Munch said.
"All right, Munch, Fin, you go interview this woman," Cragen said.
Olivia glanced at Elliot, and then spoke up, "Cap, what about Elliot and I? We investigated last night, shouldn't we go?"
"With all due respect, Olivia, you and Elliot both look like hell," Cragen responded. "Take a few hours to catch some sleep upstairs. We'll update you when Munch and Fin get back."
Olivia smiled slightly, then said, "Captain, we can-"
Cragen cut her off gently, saying, "I know you can work. I've seen you two on with very little sleep. I respect your abilities, but I also respect your need to sleep. So either take this time to rest and be 100% or be exhausted for no reason."
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess I'll listen," Olivia said with a small smile.
Elliot allowed Olivia to head for the stairs, smiling gratefully at the Captain, who called, "Oh, and Olivia?" She turned, meeting his gaze. "For the record, I know you could kick John's ass with one hand tied behind your back."
Olivia smiled, quickly heading up the stairs before she could hear how Munch was going to protest.
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Home of Mark and Susan Green April 12th, 2004 11:00 AM
"Mrs. Green, thank you for speaking with us," Munch said as he sat on the large gray couch, Fin following suit.
"It's no problem, Detectives," Mrs. Green said. "Please, though, call me Susan."
"And call me Mark," her husband spoke up.
"Okay, Susan, can you tell us what happened?" Fin asked.
"We were walking back to our car after going to the supermarket. Mark realized that he forgot to buy cigarettes and ran back in to grab some," Susan began, unconsciously reaching over to hold her husband's hand.
"I never thought my habit could be so dangerous," Mark said, squeezing his wife's hand.
"After I finished putting the bags in the cart, I walked over to put the cart back. I'm one of those people who hate leaving carts in the parking lot. I think it is so annoying," Susan said.
"What happened next?" Munch asked gently, guiding her along when he sensed her trepidation.
"A car pulled up next to me, and before I knew what happened, I felt a prick in my foot. Less than a second later, my entire body went numb. It was as if someone shocked me," Susan said. "By the time I came to, Mark was standing over me, concerned."
Mark added, "I was exiting the supermarket and saw him shoot something into her foot, then she collapsed. I ran out into the parking lot as he was trying to shove her in the backseat of the car. He saw me running towards him and took off in the car."
"Did you happen to notice the make or model?" Munch asked, hand poised to write any possible notes.
"I told the officer at the hospital it was a black sedan, possibly a Buick Century. I'm sorry, but my main concern was for my wife at the time."
Munch and Fin looked at each other, talking with their eyes the way only partners can. "Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Green, we appreciate all of your help," Fin said, standing up.
"We're glad to have helped, Detectives," Susan spoke up. "I hope you find this creep."
"Me too, Mrs. Green," Munch said. "Thank you."
They excused themselves from the house, walking toward the car. "So what do you think?" Fin asked as they entered the car.
"I'm thinking that Olivia and Elliot are going to be frustrated about the lack of info to lead to this S.O.B," Munch said.
"Me too, Partner," Fin replied with a sigh.
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16th Precinct SVU Squadroom April 12th, 2004 6:13 PM
Olivia yawned, running a hand across her face. She glanced over, seeing the sleeping form of her partner on the cot beside hers. Olivia couldn't help but grin when she heard Elliot's light snoring.
"Hey Stabler, wake up," Olivia called as she threw a pillow at him.
"Oh, come on, Mother, just five more minutes," Elliot moaned, covering his head with a pillow.
"Elliot, it's..." Olivia looked at her watch, then said incredulously, "6:13!"
"Well, then, we have at least two hours before school starts," Elliot whined playfully.
"Stabler, you're a pain. It's the PM, not the AM," Olivia grumbled, swinging her legs off of the cot to rest on the floor. "Remind me to kill the Three Stooges for allowing us to sleep for so long."
"Eh, I'm sure if they had something important they would have woke us," Elliot shrugged as he sat up as well, pointing out, "At least you're rested now."
"Well, so are you. I want to find out if they got anything from Susan Green," Olivia replied, pulling on her shoes and running a hand through her hair, a desperate attempt for the locks to cooperate.
Elliot couldn't help but stare at Olivia as she ran her fingers through her locks. She had surprised them all by dying her hair a lighter shade of brown once she had grown her hair. He liked the shaggy look that she was sporting.
Elliot hadn't realized his gaze was so intense until Olivia asked self- consciously, "What?"
"Nothing," Elliot said quickly, ducking his head so Olivia wouldn't see him blushing.
"You sure?" Olivia asked, frowning slightly.
"Yeah... it's just..." he trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"Just what?" Olivia pressed, curious.
"You just look really pretty," Elliot rushed, feeling the tips of his ears turning red.
Olivia opened her mouth, and then closed it for a few seconds before saying, "Thank you."
"I really like your hair," Elliot continued. "It suits your face and your eyes... and I'm babbling and really embarrassed."
"It's all right, El," Olivia said lightly, standing up. "I appreciate it. But one thing."
"What's that?" Elliot asked, bracing himself for an angry tirade.
"Next time you call me 'Mother,' I kick your ass also," Olivia said, turning and exiting the sleeping area.
Elliot grinned sheepishly and followed his partner back into the squadroom in time to hear her ask, "What do we got?"
"Man shocked her by a Taser gun. Her husband stopped him before he could kidnap her," Munch said.
"Are we connecting the two?" Elliot asked.
"I think so," Fin said. "How many perps have used a Taser to subdue their victim?"
"None that I can think of," Olivia said. "It's smart, though. The vic can't control their movements, the perp doesn't risk having his skin under her nails from struggling, and he can sneak up on her. I mean, as long as he wears a condom we have no DNA."
"Exactly. It's a unique, and unfortunately, very smart, way to kidnap someone," Fin agreed.
"Any possible clues?" Olivia asked.
"Besides a black sedan, maybe a Buick? Nada," Munch said.
"Damn," Elliot sighed. "We got nothing to go on, do we?"
The Captain's door slammed shut, and the four looked at him. "We've got another victim," Cragen said.
Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other. "Son of a bitch," Olivia sighed, frustrated.
"How do we know it's the same?" Elliot asked.
"Rope burns around her wrist, badly beaten, signs of strangulation, and the letters J.C. branded into her left breast."
"Where to?" Olivia asked.
"Same," Cragen said simply. His detectives looked at him, and he explained, "The victim was dumped in the same spot as Larissa. Get on it."
Olivia and Elliot grabbed their coats, and Cragen said, "By the way, they got a witness this time."
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5th and Broadway April 12th, 2004 7:12 PM
Olivia glanced at the body as it was lifted on a stretcher, obviously headed toward the morgue. She turned her attention to the timid woman in front of her.
"Ms. Smith, I need you to tell me everything you can," Olivia said gently.
The young woman shook slightly, the cool air causing her to shiver slightly. Olivia immediately shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the young woman's shoulders. "Thank you," the girl whispered.
"It's no problem," Olivia whispered, ignoring the chill that had hit her arms almost immediately.
The woman swallowed, closing her eyes, obviously knowing that the detective needed her statement. "I was walking when I saw a black car stop and shove something out of the backseat. It looked like a bag, and I was going to tell him not to litter." She opened her eyes, light blue eyes meeting the intense gaze of Olivia's dark pools. "I'm a big environmental activist," Ms. Smith explained. Olivia nodded, encouraging the woman to continue. "I looked at the object wrapped in plastic and I realized there was a body in there. I don't know how I had the sense of mind to look at the plates when a dead woman was at my feet," the woman sobbed slightly.
"It's okay," Olivia said, hesitantly reaching over and patting the woman's shoulder. She dared hope to fill her heart as she said in a soft voice, "Ms. Smith, if you know them, it is very important that you tell me what kind of car and the license plate number."
"I'm sorry, Detective, but I only saw the first three digits," the woman said sadly.
"That's okay, Ms. Smith," Olivia encouraged, pulling out her notepad. "What were they?"
"LEX. New York plates," Ms. Smith said.
"Make?" Olivia asked hopefully.
"Buick Century."
Olivia nodded, printing the information carefully before meeting the woman's eyes one last time. "Thank you very much," she said. The woman handed Olivia her coat back, and the Detective watched her walk toward a police car before turning to see her partner next to her.
"Cold?" he asked, noticing her shiver as he took her coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"A little," Olivia admitted.
"You get anything?" Elliot asked hopefully.
"Partial plates and a make," Olivia said.
"Excellent," Elliot sighed.
"We know who she is? "Olivia asked, gesturing to the ambulance that was pulling away.
"Not a clue. If she was carrying anything she doesn't have it now," Elliot replied. "Come on; let's go find some cars that match the description."
"And we'll try to find out why are perp keeps dumping his vics in the same spot," Olivia finished, trying to ignore the slight pressure on her back as Elliot guided her to their car.
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End Part 3
"Well, good morning Ms. Sunshine," John Munch greeted Olivia as she entered the squad room, a grouchy look upon her face.
"Bite me, Munch," Olivia snapped back instantly, taking off her coat and draping it along the back of her chair before flopping down and covering her face with a hand.
"Time and place, baby," Munch replied, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Munch, I'd leave her alone. She could probably kick your ass," Odafin "Fin" Tutuola warned his partner.
"Yeah, Olivia is pretty scary," Elliot chimed in.
"Hey, come on now. I'm not scary!" Olivia protested, her tone and the small smile on her face not matching her indignation.
"As amusing as this discussion is, Benson's ass kicking abilities are not the focus right now," Cragen interrupted. The four detectives jumped, somewhat guilty, and turned their attention to the Captain. Cragen surveyed his detectives carefully, then asked, "Where are we on the Jones case?"
"Parents told us that Larissa had no boyfriend nor complained of anybody harassing her," Olivia spoke up.
"Warner informed us that the vic was most likely shocked by a Taser gun and raped. Whenever she gained control of her muscles he shocked her again," Elliot chimed in.
"We know it wasn't a robbery because Larissa still had her wallet, keys, and cell phone with her," Olivia finished.
"Okay," Cragen said, obviously as repulsed as the rest of them, "Are there any other cases like this one on the record?"
"Munch and I looked through the database, and we've found nothing except for one possible hit. A few weeks ago a woman in Queens claimed that a man used a Taser gun to shock her but her husband scared off the guy. Name is Susan Green," Fin spoke up.
"Are we thinking this is the same guy?" Cragen asked.
"It's possible, Cap. It's the best thing that we can go on right now," Munch said.
"All right, Munch, Fin, you go interview this woman," Cragen said.
Olivia glanced at Elliot, and then spoke up, "Cap, what about Elliot and I? We investigated last night, shouldn't we go?"
"With all due respect, Olivia, you and Elliot both look like hell," Cragen responded. "Take a few hours to catch some sleep upstairs. We'll update you when Munch and Fin get back."
Olivia smiled slightly, then said, "Captain, we can-"
Cragen cut her off gently, saying, "I know you can work. I've seen you two on with very little sleep. I respect your abilities, but I also respect your need to sleep. So either take this time to rest and be 100% or be exhausted for no reason."
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess I'll listen," Olivia said with a small smile.
Elliot allowed Olivia to head for the stairs, smiling gratefully at the Captain, who called, "Oh, and Olivia?" She turned, meeting his gaze. "For the record, I know you could kick John's ass with one hand tied behind your back."
Olivia smiled, quickly heading up the stairs before she could hear how Munch was going to protest.
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Home of Mark and Susan Green April 12th, 2004 11:00 AM
"Mrs. Green, thank you for speaking with us," Munch said as he sat on the large gray couch, Fin following suit.
"It's no problem, Detectives," Mrs. Green said. "Please, though, call me Susan."
"And call me Mark," her husband spoke up.
"Okay, Susan, can you tell us what happened?" Fin asked.
"We were walking back to our car after going to the supermarket. Mark realized that he forgot to buy cigarettes and ran back in to grab some," Susan began, unconsciously reaching over to hold her husband's hand.
"I never thought my habit could be so dangerous," Mark said, squeezing his wife's hand.
"After I finished putting the bags in the cart, I walked over to put the cart back. I'm one of those people who hate leaving carts in the parking lot. I think it is so annoying," Susan said.
"What happened next?" Munch asked gently, guiding her along when he sensed her trepidation.
"A car pulled up next to me, and before I knew what happened, I felt a prick in my foot. Less than a second later, my entire body went numb. It was as if someone shocked me," Susan said. "By the time I came to, Mark was standing over me, concerned."
Mark added, "I was exiting the supermarket and saw him shoot something into her foot, then she collapsed. I ran out into the parking lot as he was trying to shove her in the backseat of the car. He saw me running towards him and took off in the car."
"Did you happen to notice the make or model?" Munch asked, hand poised to write any possible notes.
"I told the officer at the hospital it was a black sedan, possibly a Buick Century. I'm sorry, but my main concern was for my wife at the time."
Munch and Fin looked at each other, talking with their eyes the way only partners can. "Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Green, we appreciate all of your help," Fin said, standing up.
"We're glad to have helped, Detectives," Susan spoke up. "I hope you find this creep."
"Me too, Mrs. Green," Munch said. "Thank you."
They excused themselves from the house, walking toward the car. "So what do you think?" Fin asked as they entered the car.
"I'm thinking that Olivia and Elliot are going to be frustrated about the lack of info to lead to this S.O.B," Munch said.
"Me too, Partner," Fin replied with a sigh.
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16th Precinct SVU Squadroom April 12th, 2004 6:13 PM
Olivia yawned, running a hand across her face. She glanced over, seeing the sleeping form of her partner on the cot beside hers. Olivia couldn't help but grin when she heard Elliot's light snoring.
"Hey Stabler, wake up," Olivia called as she threw a pillow at him.
"Oh, come on, Mother, just five more minutes," Elliot moaned, covering his head with a pillow.
"Elliot, it's..." Olivia looked at her watch, then said incredulously, "6:13!"
"Well, then, we have at least two hours before school starts," Elliot whined playfully.
"Stabler, you're a pain. It's the PM, not the AM," Olivia grumbled, swinging her legs off of the cot to rest on the floor. "Remind me to kill the Three Stooges for allowing us to sleep for so long."
"Eh, I'm sure if they had something important they would have woke us," Elliot shrugged as he sat up as well, pointing out, "At least you're rested now."
"Well, so are you. I want to find out if they got anything from Susan Green," Olivia replied, pulling on her shoes and running a hand through her hair, a desperate attempt for the locks to cooperate.
Elliot couldn't help but stare at Olivia as she ran her fingers through her locks. She had surprised them all by dying her hair a lighter shade of brown once she had grown her hair. He liked the shaggy look that she was sporting.
Elliot hadn't realized his gaze was so intense until Olivia asked self- consciously, "What?"
"Nothing," Elliot said quickly, ducking his head so Olivia wouldn't see him blushing.
"You sure?" Olivia asked, frowning slightly.
"Yeah... it's just..." he trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"Just what?" Olivia pressed, curious.
"You just look really pretty," Elliot rushed, feeling the tips of his ears turning red.
Olivia opened her mouth, and then closed it for a few seconds before saying, "Thank you."
"I really like your hair," Elliot continued. "It suits your face and your eyes... and I'm babbling and really embarrassed."
"It's all right, El," Olivia said lightly, standing up. "I appreciate it. But one thing."
"What's that?" Elliot asked, bracing himself for an angry tirade.
"Next time you call me 'Mother,' I kick your ass also," Olivia said, turning and exiting the sleeping area.
Elliot grinned sheepishly and followed his partner back into the squadroom in time to hear her ask, "What do we got?"
"Man shocked her by a Taser gun. Her husband stopped him before he could kidnap her," Munch said.
"Are we connecting the two?" Elliot asked.
"I think so," Fin said. "How many perps have used a Taser to subdue their victim?"
"None that I can think of," Olivia said. "It's smart, though. The vic can't control their movements, the perp doesn't risk having his skin under her nails from struggling, and he can sneak up on her. I mean, as long as he wears a condom we have no DNA."
"Exactly. It's a unique, and unfortunately, very smart, way to kidnap someone," Fin agreed.
"Any possible clues?" Olivia asked.
"Besides a black sedan, maybe a Buick? Nada," Munch said.
"Damn," Elliot sighed. "We got nothing to go on, do we?"
The Captain's door slammed shut, and the four looked at him. "We've got another victim," Cragen said.
Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other. "Son of a bitch," Olivia sighed, frustrated.
"How do we know it's the same?" Elliot asked.
"Rope burns around her wrist, badly beaten, signs of strangulation, and the letters J.C. branded into her left breast."
"Where to?" Olivia asked.
"Same," Cragen said simply. His detectives looked at him, and he explained, "The victim was dumped in the same spot as Larissa. Get on it."
Olivia and Elliot grabbed their coats, and Cragen said, "By the way, they got a witness this time."
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5th and Broadway April 12th, 2004 7:12 PM
Olivia glanced at the body as it was lifted on a stretcher, obviously headed toward the morgue. She turned her attention to the timid woman in front of her.
"Ms. Smith, I need you to tell me everything you can," Olivia said gently.
The young woman shook slightly, the cool air causing her to shiver slightly. Olivia immediately shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the young woman's shoulders. "Thank you," the girl whispered.
"It's no problem," Olivia whispered, ignoring the chill that had hit her arms almost immediately.
The woman swallowed, closing her eyes, obviously knowing that the detective needed her statement. "I was walking when I saw a black car stop and shove something out of the backseat. It looked like a bag, and I was going to tell him not to litter." She opened her eyes, light blue eyes meeting the intense gaze of Olivia's dark pools. "I'm a big environmental activist," Ms. Smith explained. Olivia nodded, encouraging the woman to continue. "I looked at the object wrapped in plastic and I realized there was a body in there. I don't know how I had the sense of mind to look at the plates when a dead woman was at my feet," the woman sobbed slightly.
"It's okay," Olivia said, hesitantly reaching over and patting the woman's shoulder. She dared hope to fill her heart as she said in a soft voice, "Ms. Smith, if you know them, it is very important that you tell me what kind of car and the license plate number."
"I'm sorry, Detective, but I only saw the first three digits," the woman said sadly.
"That's okay, Ms. Smith," Olivia encouraged, pulling out her notepad. "What were they?"
"LEX. New York plates," Ms. Smith said.
"Make?" Olivia asked hopefully.
"Buick Century."
Olivia nodded, printing the information carefully before meeting the woman's eyes one last time. "Thank you very much," she said. The woman handed Olivia her coat back, and the Detective watched her walk toward a police car before turning to see her partner next to her.
"Cold?" he asked, noticing her shiver as he took her coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"A little," Olivia admitted.
"You get anything?" Elliot asked hopefully.
"Partial plates and a make," Olivia said.
"Excellent," Elliot sighed.
"We know who she is? "Olivia asked, gesturing to the ambulance that was pulling away.
"Not a clue. If she was carrying anything she doesn't have it now," Elliot replied. "Come on; let's go find some cars that match the description."
"And we'll try to find out why are perp keeps dumping his vics in the same spot," Olivia finished, trying to ignore the slight pressure on her back as Elliot guided her to their car.
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End Part 3