A/N: Hey there, everyone. It might be a little while before I put up another chapter, because I have to plan it out. This is going to be a complicated story, lol. (don't hurt yourself reading it, haha). But for now, I'll give you a little "Fin Fix" as I like to call it. Knock yourselves out! (not literally, though, that hurts!)

Chapter Four

Fin's POV

Annie reminded me of my son.

All right, I'll admit that all most all of the child victims we had to work with reminded me of my son, but she did most of all. She was sassy, and smart, and tough. Like my son.

But as I was taking her statement, I had to push those thoughts from my mind, and just think of her as a victim. I learned early on that being in this unit meant not getting attached. If you got attached to the victims, pretty soon, you couldn't take it, and you did something stupid. Or you just couldn't do anything at all anymore.

After the statement, Annie seemed kind of reserved. Uncomfortable. And, although that was normal for victims after they'd just been asked to recount what happened to them in great detail, for some reason I knew there was something else. John seemed to get that vibe, too, because he was the one to ask about it.

"What's wrong? Something you forgot?" John asked. Annie turned to look at him and rolled her eyes.

"Man, why is it something I forgot? Maybe you forgot it."

"Did we?" John asked, and Annie shrugged.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? It's your job."

I was tempted to laugh, but I didn't. Instead, I repeated, "Annie, what's wrong?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you," she explained. "It's not really my secret to tell, you know."

Munch and I looked at each other over Annie's head, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. I leaned in across the table in the tank and asked, "Is it about another girl?"

The way Annie shifted in her seat, I knew that I had hit on it. I gave John a small, almost unrecognizable nod that I knew he'd see, and he knelt down next to her.

"Annie, you know what we knew about this guy from Natalie?" he asked, and I had no idea where he was going, but I knew better than to interrupt him. I just let him run with it. It was a Munch thing.

"No," Annie replied.

"We knew that he attacked her," he said. "That's it. She wasn't able to give us a description at all. Do you know what we know because you came forward?"

"I probably didn't do much better, did I?" she said, bitterly. Munch gave her a small smile.

"No, you gave us his skin color," he said. "You told us he was white. That's good, it illiminates almost half of New York. But you're a smart girl, and you probably know that we can't arrest half of New York because they're white. We need to get more of a description to catch this guy, right?"

"I guess so," Annie shrugged, and I sort of got where Munch was going with it, but not fully, so I didn't say anything.

"The only way we're going to get a better description is from this girl that you're protecting, this victim, okay? We need her name, and believe me, she'll thank you for it if she gets the chance. You're not just helping us. You're helping her."

After this little speech, I was proud of my partner, because Annie sighed and almost instantly confessed, "Her name's Kit Tomoto. She's in my grade. I heard her in the bathroom crying, and I asked her what was wrong, and she said, 'Extr credit sucks.' It was before my attack, so I had no idea what she was talking about, but now I know."

I nodded to her and gave her one of my rare smiles. "Thanks, Annie. You helped us more than you know."

"So, what did you guys get from the Prescott girl?" Elliot asked us, and I knew he was still bitter that we took his case away from him. Olivia, however, had seemed releived that we were working on it together. Olivia liked her sleep, after all.

"She said he was white, and..." I paused, knowing that the impact would hit them hard. "...and the name of another vic."

Elliot and Olivia exchanged looks of sadness and disappointment. Liv then gave a sigh and bowed her head, while Elliot turned back to Munch and me.

"Liv and I will take this one," he offered.

"Not right now," Cragen contradicted from where he stood over us, as if watching us like a principal. When I first joined the squad, he scared the shit out of me. I do not like principals. "I want to know everything we've got on this case right now."

As Elliot answered, he read off of his report, and I knew that he wasn't paying attention to the words. He didn't want to relive it again.

"First victim, Natalie Derranger, caucasian female, age 14, grade 8. Had a detention with a Mrs. Harriet Wurst that ran late on the night in question. As she was walking out of the school, a man in all black wearing a ski mask grabbed her and pulled her into the bushes where he forced her to engage in oral sex, saying that it was for 'Extra Credit'."

Cragen nodded, as if none of it affected him, but I knew better than to think it didn't. "All right, and the next one?"

It was Munch's turn to read, although he added a little inflection to his reading. It was his way. "Second victim, Ann 'Annie' Prescott, African-American female, age 14, grade 8. Stayed after for basketball practice with Coach Peter Thomas. She walked out of the school and was pulled into the bushes by a middle-aged, caucasian male in all black with a dark ski mask. He told her that she was going to do some 'Extra Credit' and when she refused, he smacked her face, knocking her to the ground. While she was there, he forced her to engage in oral sex."

Cragen nodded again. "And what have we got on the third victim?"

"I called Mrs. Wurst," Olivia put in, "and she said Kit's real name is Kiyoshi Tomoto, and that she's pretty popular with the other girls. Apparently she's a cheerleader."

"Oh, goodie," Munch said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.

"What's wrong with cheerleaders?"

"I just don't see the point in running around a football field yelling 'Ra, ra, ra! Go team!' I mean, how naive are these girls to think that the people are clapping for their gymnastics moves as opposed to their tight shirts and short skirts?"

"Now you got him goin'," I told her, and she laughed as she and Elliot stood up to go find out about Kit. As they left, Cragen called after them.

"I want this girl down here, corroborating her story with the others as soon as possible!" was his order, and Elliot acknowledged it with a backwards wave. As they left, John looked at me with a mischevious grin.

"I still don't like cheerleaders."