Title: Lost Girl
Author: Meghan-the-Melancholy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: As the SVU detectives work on the rape and murder of a 16 year old prostitute, it brings up issues from Munch's past that, only closing up this case, will resolve them.
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
Oh! People reviewed! Yaaaaaaaaay. I will give them the honor of being responded to :)Silvarius- Aww, arigato! I will do my best do live up to expectations
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Thank you, guys. You made this short little goth girl's day.
Update: Alright, because I'm such an awesome person, I included an Elliot and Olivia only scene. I'm that fair and balanced (Ha! Shove that up your ass, Fox News!)
Captain Don Cragen stepped out of his office, a newly brewed coffee in his hand. It was an early morning, not the earliest he's been into work, but it had been awhile. Besides, it wasn't thrilling to go to work and deal with rape and child abuse every morning.
"Sixteen year-old prostitute, eh?" He began as he walked past Munch and Benson. Cragen brought the steaming cup to his mouth and took a small sip, allowing the liquid to slide down his throat. "This should be cake for you guys. You've dealt with worse."
Olivia sighed, running her fingers through her dark ginger hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But you don't normally find a victim who looks nearly ten years older than she is." She commented, observing a sheet of paper.
Fin, who was lounged back in his own seat reading his given stack of files, gave a 'huh'. "It's something you expect from a hooker; most guys won't mess with you if you look like you're still in school, and like hell they'll want to get busted for that shit. And if no one messes with you, you don't get any money. Packing on years is nothing once you're getting paid." He added, throwing several papers onto his desk.
"Nothing. This is getting old real fast." Tutuola remarked, obviously flustered.
John, from his desk, shook his head as he turned to another paper. "Two hours of going through Missing Persons, and I think I found about three of four 'Jane Doe's from other cases. But our little blonde vixen still remains unknown." He concluded as his eyes scrolled down the paper.
"Another 'Jane Doe'? Sounds like fun," A familiar voice called out.
Olivia looked up to see her partner, Detective Elliot Stabler, walking in while taking off his jacket. Cragen looked his way, and grabbed a thick file from Munch's desk.
"Welcome back, Elliot," He began, and handed Stabler the file, "Here, start searching." Elliot drew in a breath, and walked towards his own desk, and took a seat.
"We got a picture of the vic?" He asked, opening the folder. John leaned backwards on his chair, and handed him a photo of the girl's face from the crime scene. Elliot observed the picture for a moment.
"Another working girl. Terrific. Just what I wanted to come back from my vacation to." He said sarcastically, and started his own search through the hordes of missing girls.
Cragen took another sip from his coffee, and began to walk back to his office when the phone on Olivia's desk rang. Saving her the trouble, he picked it up and spoke into it,
"Special Victims Unit,"
The captain was silent, giving a few 'mm hmm's and a 'they'll be down there in a moment' before he hung up.
"That was Warner," He began, getting his detectives' attention, "She's still examining the body, but she removed all potential evidence off the victim. Stabler, Benson, you go down and collect it. Fin, Munch, why don't you two head out and pay your good old friends on the corner a visit, hmm?"
Monday, September 7th
ME Office, 7:40 am
Manhattan, New York
Elliot and Olivia walked into the examination room, where Doctor Warner was observing their 'Jane Doe'. They knew better than to glance at her work; it wasn't the most pleasant sight in the world. The detectives walked to the other side of the table, where the good doctor looked up and gave a small smile.
"Got anything for us, doc?" Elliot asked, as Warner removed an organ from the body. She pointed to the table next to them.
"Objects found on the girl: a set of earrings, some bracelets, and a necklace. I already cleaned them for fingerprints and DNA; they're all yours." She said, and continued on the girl.
Olivia picked up the bag and placed it in her pocket. "No clothes?" She asked. Warner slowly shook her head, continuing her work. "They're useless; your perp made her change after he was done with her." She explained, taking out another organ.
"What about the body, besides what you found two hours ago?" Benson questioned, stepping closer to her.
Warner sighed, and covered up her current work. She moved near the girl's head, and showed off the victim's neck. "Your girl died from strangulation. She had been dead for a good eight hours before that couple found her." She said, pointing to the finger marks around the young girl's neck, at which Elliot and Olivia noted.
"But wait... there's more," Warner continued, moving to the torso. "I also found, these," She exemplified, bringing the limp arm up for view. There were large bruises and closed up cuts tainting the dead girl's creamy complexion.
"So, the guy rapes her, and decides to let her go. She probably said something to set him off, and he beats her. Jane Doe here doesn't shut up, so he strangles her." Elliot deduced, looking over the bruises.
Warner shrugged, and moved back to her previous work. "Your guess is as good as mine. Now, I'll call you if I find anything." She commented. The detectives nodded and turned to leave.
From behind them, a heavy sigh came from the doctor, as she muttered, "Son of a bitch." Elliot and Olivia turned back around. "Is there a problem?" Benson asked.
Warner rubbed her temples. "We got ourselves a ten week old fetus." She said in a near complete monotone, and continued.
Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, each a bit sad and disgusted. "Think the sperm found in her is a match?" Stabler asked, hiding his disdain for the subject.
The doctor, who was most likely working on cutting out the fetus, replied, "I'll run a test after I'm done here. I'll call you afterwards." She continued on, but then stopped. Warner looked at the detectives.
"You might want to turn away..." She began. Elliot and Olivia cringed, getting the idea, and turned around. They could hear Warner taking out the fetus, and placing it to the side.
"You're girl's been busy," The doctor commented. Stabler and Olivia turned back around. "I would say so; she was a prostitute." Elliot said; sarcasm in his voice.
Warner stuck her tongue to the side of her cheek, and shook her head a bit. "No, no, besides that." She told them. "The sides of her uterus are unusually thin. I have seen this before..." The doctor sighed, and looked up at the detectives. Both detectives nodded their heads, understanding where she was going.
"She'd previously had an abortion." Olivia finished. Warner looked back at the body. "Abortions. I'd say at least three." She slowly shook her head and continued, "I'm surprised she was able to conceive again."
Elliot and Olivia sighed, and left the ME.
