Title: Lost Girl

Author: Meghan-the-Melancholy

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The dead body of a 16 year old girl is found raped and beaten, with no identification and witnesses to the actual crime, leaving it up to the SVU detectives to find the girl's murderer.

Author's Notes: This is my first Svu fic, so... be nice. No flames, por favor. If you do flame my ass... then I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too, bitch!

I'll warn you right now: there won't be an E/O pairing. There's too many. A few now and then are nice, but seriously. Every other story is about them. In my opinion, there's not enough Munch fics. He's the coolest mother fucker on the show, and he's got like zip. Except for Fin/Munch fics, but those are nasty as hell.

So... on with the story.

Disclaimer: Okay, I own NOTHING, except the characters you don't recognize. All SVU characters belong to Dick Wolf, that rich ass mother fucker. If you do decide to sue my poor ass, here is what you shall receive:

1.) 4 System of a Down shirts

2.) 1 bottle of black nail polish

3.) 1 black eye-liner

4.) 1 black eye-shadow

5.) $1.50

Yeah... so don't sue the poor freaky chick


The sky was dark, but was showing signs that the sun was about to rise. It was a September morning, and there was a chill early for that time of the month. It had led some of the pedestrians to wear coats and gloves.

"I still don't see why I can't move in with you, Craig." A young woman began, the leash of her cocker spaniel in her hand, as she walked with a man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties and the woman herself only looked about twenty-something.

Craig sighed, and brought his left arm around the woman. "Dana, I've told you this nearly a million times. Linda and I are still going through the divorce, and to have some other woman move in with me... it would look suspicious, babe. And the last thing that I want to do is give Linda a reason to get sole custody of the boys." He explained, looking at the woman's dog.

Dana groaned, and looked away from Craig. "You are some piece of work, Craig. You come onto me, are able to make me fall in love with you, and you did all this before you even sent out for divorce papers!" She pulled away, obviously upset. Her dog, meanwhile, began to wander towards an adjacent alley. Dana kept a hold of her dog, while giving Craig a cold stare.

"And now... now you want me to wait on moving in with you, just because you don't wanna tarnish your good image? Well, you know what? Screw you, Craig!" She snapped. The dog continued to pull towards the alley, causing Dana to state, "Damn it, Benny! What's your problem tonight?"

Giving in to the dog, Dana left Craig standing there. He didn't bother to watch her, since she shamed him this early in the morning.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the alley, causing Craig to dart towards there. Arriving, he saw Dana standing there, her blue-green eyes large and her hand covering her mouth. She was shaking, and was barely keeping her grip on Benny's leash. Craig slowly walked over to Dana, to see why she was so shocked.

When he reached her, he looked to the side of the building, and jumped back, shocked at what he saw.

On the garbage bags lay the petite frame of a young woman. Dead.


Detectives John Munch and Odafin 'Fin' Tutuola ducked under the yellow police tape to the crime scene, both appearing to be half asleep.

"Damn. 5:30 am. I only went to bed three hours ago." Fin commented, rubbing his eyes. John drew in a breath as he fixed his hat. "I could have told a long time ago to never spend most of the night taking shots before work. I used to do that back in the 'young and stupid' years. Only difference was that I was trying to get girls' phone numbers. What's your excuse?" He commented, as they walked past the other officers.

Fin sighed, rubbing his temples slowly. "It was that last case; the little league hockey coach who was giving 'it' to the little boys on his team. That shit was sick; I needed a few drinks from it." The former narcotics cop explained, walking up to the body.

Near the body was detective Olivia Benson, talking with the ME. She spotted her partners, and quickly finished her conversation with Dr. Warner. Olivia walked over to Fin and Munch, getting the remark from Tutuola, "Damn, if I'd known you would be here, I would have just stayed in bed."

Munch rolled his eyes. "Ignore him; it's the hangover talking." He stated. The old detective looked at the latest victim. She defiantly came off as a hooker; her strawberry blonde hair was in a ponytail, revealing her pierced ears. Her eye shadow was heavy, and her blush was extreme. The dead girl wore a thin red halter top, with a denim jacket over it. She wore an extremely short black skirt, with fishnets underneath, showing off her milky white skin. On her feet were matching red stiletto heels.

"Looks like we got another prostitute, boys," Olivia began, looking at the dead girl. "A couple walking their dog found her. She looks about twenty-four, twenty-five to me. Doc Warner found bruising around the vaginal area, as well in other places. Fluids are also present." She continued, turning away from the girl.

Fin sighed, and glanced at the street. "Guess we're gonna have to visit our good friends, the working girls." He commented, getting his keys ready. John looked back over at the girl. "We'll ask around about a strawberry blonde, around twenty four." He said, and he and Fin turned to leave.

"Looks are deceiving, detectives,"

All three of them turned around. It was Dr. Warner. She looked back down at the victim. "I've checked about two or three times, just to prove myself wrong. This girl isn't twenty four, detectives; she's sixteen."