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 Suv 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

Note: I just realized that I wrote the name of Eddie's prison wrong in the last chapter. What I meant to say was "Attica"; instead, I wrote "Atticus" (as in Atticus Finch in "To Kill a Mockingbird). My bad.


Tuesday, September 7th
The de Mareo Residence
Sheep Head's Bay, Brooklyn, New York, 4:17 pm


John and Fin walked up the Victorian aged steps of the century old, brownstone to the sepia stained door which belonged to the de Mareo family. Tutuola raised his hand and loudly tapped on the hard door with his knuckle. Almost immediately, a loud shouting in a foreign language began, followed by footsteps towards the door.

The sepia door flew backward, revealing a small stature woman of 5'2, her skin a rich olive and her eyes a deep brown. She was old, with her gray hair in a tight bun to indicate that, and wore a long black dress that sat at her ankles, most likely a sign of mourning.

The old woman straightened her back. "Can I help you?" She asked; her Italian accent thick and strong. It was clear that her English was not well. The detectives reached into their pockets and held their badges.

"I'm Detective Munch, and this is my partner, Detective Tutuola. This is the home of Anthony and Theresa de Mareo, is it not?" John asked, sticking his badge neatly into its original place. The question struck the woman like a bolt of lightning, as she immediately stepped back.

"We do nothing wrong! We good people, we good people!" She shouted in broken English, beginning to close the door on the detectives' faces. As it was slamming closed, a hand caught it, and slowed opened it. There stood the boy from the previous day, Tony, looking intently at the old lady.

"Mama, they're here about Theresa." He said slowly. The woman glared at Munch and Fin, her eyes unsure. Sighing, the woman walked away, leaving Tony with the detectives.

Fin set his eyes on Tony, and began, "She seems too old to be your mother." Tony sighed and opened the door completely. He extended his hand into the home, indicating for them to come in.

"She's our grandmother; our mother ran away years ago, along with our father. We call her 'mama' out of habit." He said quietly.

John and Fin walked into living room, where it was decently clean. Bright and vibrant toys scattered the light gray carpeting as an old radio played old, Italian love songs. The walls were a 'sea foam' green, and were covered in crucifixes and shelves with figurines and pictures of the Virgin Mary and the baby Jesus.

Tony bent over and picked up a few of the toys, holding them in his arms. He set them in a pile in a corner, as he shouted, "Theresa! Theresa, babe, we need you for a bit!" Tony extended his hand to an ivory colored sofa and said, "Sit."

As the detectives walked to the sofa, heavy footsteps pounded through the halls. Munch and Fin looked at the threshold of the living room and saw a young woman appear standing at 5'6, wearing light blue jeans and a long sleeved pink t-shirt. Her skin was a much lighter shade of olive than her grandmother's, but still had the same brown eyes as her. Her hair was not black; rather, a dark shade of brown which reached down to her upper torso.

She glanced at Tony, her faced marked with concern. "Tony, who are they?" She asked quietly, stepping back. The young man looked at Munch and Fin, who wore emotionless expressions, and back at the girl. "They're detectives, they wanna talk about Selene." He explained, walking to her. The girl, Theresa, dropped her head and looked away, most likely embarrassed. Tony rested his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it slowly, telling her softly,

"They're detectives and they wanna help, Theresa; they already know that I was dealing, so there's no reason to protect me anymore. Just tell them what happened, babe."

Theresa nodded slowly, and walked over to the couch, leaning against Tony. He sat her down with him, Tony holding her hand. Seeing her comfortable, Munch and Fin sat in front of them, John taking off his fedora and placing it in his lap. Fin took out a notepad from his pocket, ready for her story.

Munch sighed and took off his black tinted glasses, replacing them with those necessary for inside. John leaned forward, his eyes on Theresa. "Theresa, when were you first approached by Madam Selene?" He asked; his voice soft and careful. The girl looked at Munch with her large, brown eyes, before looking away again.

"Around three years ago, when I was fourteen. Tony had promised Eddie that he'd keep 'the business' alive while he was in Attica, and had been running it for around three years by that time. Selene had seen me hanging around a deli with some friends in around the corner, and said I was perfect for her line of business. I didn't know what exactly it was, but I still told her no, that I was still in school. This happened a couple of times, and every time I said no.

"Around the fifth time, she spoke to me alone. She knew about Tony running Eddie's business, and she said that she had 'friends' that would get Tony sent to Rikers in a heart beat..." She explained, before cutting herself off. Theresa sighed, and her eyes glanced at the pile of toys.

"Tony's girlfriend, Maria, was pregnant, and was ready to have the baby. We never had a father; every kid needs one, though. I told her that I'd get back to her. Two days later, Maria gave birth to a baby boy, Michael. Michael... he looked exactly like Tony's baby pictures. I couldn't let him grow up without him..."

Munch sighed, and interjected, "So you cut a deal with the devil; you'd work for Selene, as long as she kept her mouth shut about Tony." Theresa nodded and sniffled, raising her hand to hold her nose.

"I ran away the next day, and just took a few sets of clothes. Selene owns a brownstone in Manhattan, so there was no chance I would run into Tony or anyone I knew. When I got there, I found all these girls there, all my age. I moved into my own room; each girl had their own. The first day..." She stopped, wiping her eyes. Tony, pained from his sister, leaned in and urged, "Go ahead, the detectives need to know, babe..." Theresa nodded and continued,

"The first day was like I actually visited hell; I heard nearly every girl in the building moaning through the walls. There was so much... sin going on, things you read about in the Bible. I couldn't sleep that night, so all I did was pray. The next day, a girl knocked on my door..." She stopped, and looked at Munch, "Breakfast was on the table. She acted like they ran some Beaver Cleaver household."

Theresa looked away again, resting her head on Tony's shoulder. "Selene came down and said to me 'You'll be initiated tonight. A very special someone will be coming, just for you.' Some of the girls giggled, while some just shook their head. That night, Selene and another girl dressed me up like I was some sex toy. All I wore was a white bra and panties, and they told me to lie on the bed and even positioned me on how to lie. They lit a few candles, turned off the lights, and walked out. Selene said that my 'very special someone' would be in a minute."

"A few minutes later, a man walked in. A man, not like a boy my age, but a man, the same age as the neighborhood guys that would visit mama. I couldn't see much, but I could tell he was smiling. He took off his coat and shirt first, while talking to me: 'White, eh; a nice, pure one. Baby, you'll remember this night for the rest of your life.' He... he unzipped his pants and walked over to the bed..."

Theresa then let out a painful cry, and pulled away from Tony. She leaned into her own lap, and began to sob in her hands, her hair providing a veil for her. Tony immediately bent forwards, wrapping his arms around her. Munch looked at his partner, sadness in his old face. Fin sighed, his face painted with anger and remorse for Theresa.

John rose from his seat and kneeled near Theresa. "Theresa..." He began, only to have the girl sob harder. "Theresa, sweetheart, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to tell me and my partner what happened."

Theresa looked up, her stunning brown eyes were red and her skin stained with hot tears. Her hands wiped her face, leaving wet streaks. She slowly brought herself upwards, allowing Tony to release his grip. The girl looked down to Munch, her small frame still shaking. She swallowed hard, due to the lump formed in her throat, and continued,

"I screamed and jumped from the bed. I... I ran to the door, but he-he grabbed me by the waist an-and laughed. He laughed and said: 'Feisty, feisty; don't worry sweetie, I'll be gentle.' He picked me up, even though I was still screaming, and put me on the bed. He ripped off his pants and pulled down the covers. He slipped in, but not until I was in. He..." She swallowed again, refraining herself from crying,

"He kissed me, but not the kind of kissing you do with men his age. He stuck his tongue down my throat; his hand was in my hair while his other was rubbing my right breast. I... I tried to get free, but he sat himself on top of me and shoved his hands onto my shoulders. 'Go ahead, struggle,' he hissed at me, 'I love it when they put up a fight.' He... he tore off my panties an-and... went 'inside' me..."

Theresa cut herself off and began crying, falling out of her seat and to John, who caught her in his arms. He sighed as she sobbed into his shoulder, speaking between her cries, "He moved b-back and forth inside me. It hurt so much, and I kept crying out, asking someone to help me, but no one came. It went on forever, and no one came..."

Fin looked over, watching Tony. The young man, who looked like a toughened kid from the streets, could only stare at his sister, tears marking his eyes. 'He feels responsible; he screwed up, and Theresa pays for it by getting raped.' Fin thought, but was snapped back into reality as Theresa continued,

"After he was done, he went out of bed, put his pants back, and looked at me and smiled. He smiled, and said 'Thanks, hon; I had a blast.' He then winked and blew me a kiss. He got dressed and left. I felt so... unclean. I had my own bathroom, so I ran into there. I looked into the mirror; my hair was a mess and my make-up was smeared. I... was a whore; a dirty, filthy whore. I threw up in the toilet, and then I took a shower.

"When I got out, Selene was there, smiling. I called her a bitch and told her to burn in hell. She laughed and said 'Congratulations, you passed. Now, if you want your brother to be a free man, you will do this every night and not complain. See you in the morning.' And then, she just... left."

Theresa's cries softened, as she continued, "I did this for nearly a year, hating each time a man went into me. The whole time, I wondered how Tony and Maria and Michael were doing: what stories Tony read to him, what shows Maria watched with him, what advice mama gave to them. I just hoped that they were happy.

"Then, one day, as I was about to 'go down' on this guy, I heard my name being called. My heart stopped; it was Tony. I put on a robe and ran out of the room to see Tony at the main door with Eddie, who had Becca in his arms. Becca had been there for two days, and I figured that Eddie was there for her. Tony saw me and ran up the stairs. We hugged, and I started to cry in his arms.

"The guy I was assigned to go with came out, and said that he paid for me and he was gonna get a good hour out of me. Tony gave him the coldest stare and punched him, and said to him 'You come near my sister again and I'll cut your dick off.' He brought me down the stairs, but Selene was down there. She yelled at Tony and Eddie: 'Don't you dare disrupt my business! I'll have you two sent to Rikers!' They just looked at her and Tony said 'Bitch, you ain't got nothing on me. I'm out of the business, and the police aren't interested in booking former dealers. Don't let me ever see you near my family again.' We then left, and I haven't seen that place since."

Munch nodded, and looked down at Theresa. "Thank you. Theresa, if we ever catch your rapist, would you be willing to testify against him?" He asked her gently, not wanting to scare her. Theresa was still, deep into thought. "He was gonna have sex with me whether I wanted to or not. He must have done it with other girls, too. Y-yes... I would." She replied, her voice cracked.

John stood up, bringing Theresa with him. He looked upon Tony, and rested Theresa on him. "Thank you; we'll be in touch." He commented and looked at his partner. Fin closed up the notepad and stuck it in his pocket. He stood up and fixed his coat. Tutuola picked up the vintage hat and handed it back to John, who placed it upon his head.

The detectives quietly left the de Mareos, closing the door behind them. Fin sighed as they walked down the steps and commented, "It matches Becca's story." Munch nodded; they had previously been at the Jacksons, talking with Becca and Eddie.

"Explains why Eddie lied to us yesterday about her never being there; Becca reacted the same way as Theresa, and she was only there for two days. Amber probably had the same 'initiation' as those girls." Munch commented. Visiting rape victims always took the wit out of him.

Tutuola took his keys out of his coat pocket, and searched through them. "Me and Olivia will check out any 'Selene's that own brownstones in the Manhattan area. Amber's parents and brother are coming this afternoon; Cragen wants you and Stabler to tell them and bring them to Warner's." He went on, finding the key and unlocking the car.

Munch sighed, opening his door and sitting himself in. "We need more information; you know Novak won't do a thing until we get her something to make a case. As much as I hate it, we're gonna need to come back to Becca and Theresa. We need them to tell us about any other girls." He said, gloom marking his voice. Fin closed the door and stuck the key into the ignition, turning it half heartedly.

"You did well with Theresa; you sure you don't want kids?" He asked, changing the subject. John smiled wryly. "And have them suffer through all of my inevitable divorces? Not a chance; I would never do that to a kid." He defended, his wit resurfacing.

Fin chuckled, pulling out of their parking space and headed to the precinct.