Title: Lost Girl
Author: Hola-Meg-a-Cola
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 (Sorry for this comment, Dave)
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
Update: Hey, my bitches. I'm back in black! Well… I've always been in black, but that's beside the point. I haven't been writing mainly due to school (yes, that other obligation I have). But, given motivation from the LACK of Munch episodes, I have returned to my little lovelies.
I have been disgusted, recently, with SVU, considering they caved to rabid E/O fans and have Elliot and Kathy separate. I went on the next day and a fucking wave of new E/O fan fics popped up. Fucking retarded; they have time to bitch about Elliot and his family, but not enough to talk about my favorite Jew in Black. 'shakes head'. But I did enjoy the episode with Martin Short. His performance was chillingly brilliant.
Anyways, on with the show!
Wednesday, September 8th
Chloe's Boutique
Manhattan, New York, 9:06 am
Munch and Fin entered the small salon, tainted with the aroma of nail polish remover and hair spray. John coughed as they walked the line customershaving their hair styled. Fin avoided running into a young woman who swept up the dead hair on the floor as they went to the back desk. John opened his mouth, only to have Fin interrupt,
"Let me guess; smells like your ex-wives?" Munch raised his eyebrows above his black shaded glasses and replied, "Actually, I was going to say my mother, but now that you mention it…" He trailed off as they approached the desk. A middle aged Hispanic woman sat there, typing at her computer, when she looked up to the detectives. The clicking ceased and the woman clasped her hands together, her long, hot pink nails decorating her fingers.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely, clearly surprised that two men dared to enter a salon. The detectives flashed their badges, answering the woman's suspicions. "We're investigating a case," Fin began, "and we need the name of one of your customers." The woman turned her eyes towards the computer, her furious typing continuing once again.
"Who are you looking for, and why?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the screen. Munch cleared his throat and said, "A woman named Selene who lives on the Upper East Side. We believe she may be very crucial to the case. We just need to know if she was here at any time at all." The woman shrugged her shoulders, continuing to search on the computer.
The woman clicked the mouse, and murmured "Here we go." The detectives' ears perked. "Selene Lawson, Upper East Side, came in Saturday for a manicure." The woman read aloud, pleasing the detectives. Munch nodded, continuing, "Does it say who worked on her?" The woman scrolled down the page.
"Bai Kwon, she's over there." The woman pointed to the other side of salon, where a middle aged oriental woman was carefully working on a customer's nails. The detectives nodded and walked away.
Munch and Fin stood next to the woman Bai Kwon. "Bai Kwon?" Fin asked, getting the woman's attention. Bai stopped, and looked up at the detectives. They showed their badges before putting them away. The woman went pale, fixing her chin length hair. "I will become legal American next year! I have learned English and I break no laws!" She pleaded in a shaky voice.
John groaned and said coolly, "We're not Immigration; we're investigating a case involving a customer of yours: Selene Lawson." Color returned to Bai's cheeks, continuing, "Ms. Lawson tips well; is she in any trouble?" Fin shook his head. "We just need you to confirm something for us." He responded.
Bai nodded her head as she picked up the emery board and began working on the customer's nails again. Fin then asked, "Was Selene Lawson here on Saturday?" The woman nodded her head, continuing, "Yes, Ms. Lawson was here. I gave her the usual manicure." Munch, impatient, questioned, "Which is…?"
Bai placed down the emery board at her side and began to carefully blow on the nails. "She wanted me to give her my usual style; when I work on nails, I give them a little point at end. I did that and I painted them white. Ms. Lawson prefers white." She explained. The detectives looked at each other, pleased.
In the car, Fin held his cell phone to his ear, talking. "All right, we're on it, captain." He closed his phone and turned to his partner. "Cragen wants us to talk with Selene Lawson." He commented, starting the car.
Wednesday, September 18th, 2004
Residence of Selene Lawson
Manhattan, New York, 2:45 am
The detectives stepped out of the car just as a blonde exited a building. "There's our girl." Fin commented to his partner as they approached the woman. The woman was digging through her purse when she noticed the detectives. She placed a fake smile on her face and asked sweetly, "Can I help you, gentlemen?" Once again, the detectives showed their badges.
Her facial expression didn't change, but her body told another story. The young woman's hands became sweaty, causing her to wipe them against the sides of her purse. "I don't see how I can help." She said brightly. Munch glanced at his partner, as if saying 'I can handle this'. The elder detective cleared his throat and kept his hands in his pockets.
"Are you Selene Lawson?" He asked. The woman straightened out her back and gave an innocent appearance. "Why, yes I am," She began, batting her eye lashes, "Is there a reason you're looking for me?" Munch's hand left his pocket, showing a picture of a fourteen-year old Amber. "Do you recognize this girl?" He asked in a stern voice.
Selene focused on the picture, her hand placed over her heart. "Oh my God, it's Amber. Is she okay?" She inquired. John's hand returned to his pocket, as he answered with a question, "How did you know Amber?"
This question startled Selene. She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I run a home for runaway girls. She was one of them." She said, keeping her composure. John nodded, noticing she used past tense 'was',and glanced at her hands. Most of her fingers were bandaged up. "I see there has been some sort of accident." He remarked. Selene shifted her eyes towards her hands.
"Oh, this," She began, chortling a bit, "I had an argument with one of the girls and it got a bit out of hand. That's it." Fin nodded his head, observing his partner through the corner of his eye. His facial expression didn't alter for a moment.
From behind his sunglasses, Munch glanced at the building. "What does this 'home' do for the girls?" he asked. Selene cleared her throat. "I feed and shelter the girls-" She began when John interrupted, "How about finding their families?" Selene stood there in shock, her words caught in her throat. "Well…" She trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Their families are probably worried sick and you haven't even bothered to try to locate them?" He asked harshly. Selene's grip on her purse tightened as she responded, "They come to my home for a reason! Some girls come from abusive home and some don't have homes at all! You expect me to waste my money on hopeless causes when I could use it to help more girls?"
"You could come to us!" John spat, no longer in the role of a detective. Rather, Fin noticed that he was exerting an emotion that he saw every day but not from John: grief. He was more like a relative of a victim than doing his job. "Not all are abuse victims or homeless; some are just whacked out teenaged girls! If you come to us, we'll weed out the kooks from the real girls that need your help!"
Fin placed his hand on his partner's shoulder and said calmly, "John…" Munch looked at his partner, who wore a concerned face. He looked back Selene. It was if the devil were dancing in her eyes. "I have to go, detectives. If you have anymore questions, you can call my lawyer." She said with an aspect of venom in her voice and marched to her car.
The detectives watched as she pulled away from the building and down the street. Munch sighed and began rubbing his temples. Fin continued to stare at him, his eyebrows raised. "What's gotten into you, man?" He asked softly. John turned away, sticking his hands into his pockets. "She reminded me of one of my wives." He lied, walking back to the car.
Fin shook his head returning to the car as well when a soft voice called out, "Hey, misters, want to buy some cookies?" The detectives looked across the street where a small girl, around eight years old, sat with a table of Girl Scout cookies in front of her. Fin and John glanced at each other before making their way across the street.
The detectives stood in front of the little girl who was swinging her legs under the table. "Hey sweetie," Fin began, showing his badge, "we're detectives and we want to ask some questions." The little girl smiled widely, one of her front teeth missing. "You want to buy some cookies?" She asked again.
Fin smiled, going through his pockets for his wallet. "Sure, I'll take a box." As Fin was going through his wallet, the girl set her focus on John. "Would you like to buy some cookies, mister? They're only three dollars and fifty cents." She asked, ever persistent.
Munch raised his eyebrows. "Buy health damaging cookies in order to support an organization that tells young girls that they are special individuals but at the same time tell them that they're not good enough to compete for badges with boys? I'm afraid not." He explained, barely taking in a breath.
The girl sat there, a dull expression on her face as she played her reddish brown pigtails. "Huh?" she said weakly. Fin shot a nasty glance at his partner before turning back to the girl. "He'll take three." He said coolly. It was John's turn to shoot a dirty look. Fin turned to him. "Well, what are you waiting for, man? That's 10.50." He said dryly. Munch groaned as he took out his wallet.
Fin smiled at the little girl. "What's your name, sweetie?" He asked. The girl smiled brightly as Munch handed her the money and responded, "Alexis." John slipped his wallet back into his pocket as Fin continued, "Do you live near here, Alexis?" Alexis nodded her head. "Yup, I live here!" She turned around and pointed at the building behind her.
"Do you know the woman who lives across the street?" Munch asked, fidgeting with his sunglasses. Alexis looked past them at Selene's brownstone. "Who, Selene? Sure I know her. She bought two boxes of Tagalongs from me yesterday." She answered. John gave a collective sigh and continued, "Have you seen anything unusual going on at her house lately?"
Alexis tilted her head, thinking. "No, just the usual." She said. It was Fin's turn to come in. "What's 'the usual', Alexis?" He asked. Alexis began playing with a box of cookies as she replied, "Well, there's a bunch of men that come in and out. I asked her once who they were. She said that the girls in her home were sick and that they were doctors. They must be really sick, since doctors are always coming."
The detectives glanced at each other, knowing they have what they want. "Thanks, sweetie, for all your help." Fin said, and they turned to leave. "Wait!" Alexis called, and the detectives turned around again. "You forgot your cookies." She said in a small voice. "You keep them." John said, waving his hand.
"I can't! Mommy said that I can't have cookies while my baby teeth are falling out!" She whined, then proceeded to move her tongue around the area where her tooth was missing. Groaning, Munch picked up four boxes of cookies, one of them Fin's, and walked away. "Thank you, come again!" She called out happily.
The detectives entered the car, John placing the cookies in the back. Fin closed his door and slipped his key into the ignition. "Well, that confirms Theresa and Becca's story and also gives us a suspect." He said, starting up the car. Munch remained silent, staring out in front of him. Fin sighed and turned to his partner.
"John, what's up? You've been weird ever since you talked to Selene." He inquired. Munch snapped out of his daze and shook his head. "Nothing; we need to get back to the precinct." He spoke and then slipped back into his daze.
Reluctant as he was to his answer, Fin accepted it, for now, and began to drive back to the 16th precinct.
