Author's note: What little we get to see of Det. Munch on SVU depresses me. Especially when he had such a great history on Homicide. If you like John Munch and haven't seen Homicide:LotS. I recommend you pick it up. Its a great show and a good look into who Munch is.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. It flowed out of my mind yesterday after a week of watching Munchie goodness.

Disclaimer: (of course) I don't own any of these characters, not from Homicide and not from SVU. Someone else does, like Dick Wolf. (Although I think the conspiricy is that Richard Belzer somehow owns Munch, how else could he play that character all over tv?)

"Damnit, I'm having that dream again"

He was laughing, getting out of the police sedan with his partner, Stan Bolander, making fun of the big man's drunk and disorderly conduct the night before. In the back of his mind he was happy, but he knew that that wasn't going to last much longer. They met the other two detectives, Kay Howard and Beau Felton in the coffee shop across the street, they put on the vests and made their way across the street. Munch could hear Kay and beau bickering ahead of him, but as they climbed the stairs, he only wanted to be aware of his surroundings. Apt. 201-that's where they were headed. Beau, Kay and Stan were all ahead of him. He barely had time to realize what was going on when the bullets started flying.

"Stan, STAN!" he screamed, he was slipping, grabbing for his fallen partner.

"Ten Thirteen! Ten Thirteen!"

He couldn't get at his gun, he was in shock, helpless. But when he looked down, it wasn't Beau, Kay and Stan. There in Beau's place lay Elliot Stabler, blood dripping from his mouth. Next to him, where Kay should have been was Stabler's partner, Olivia Benson. She took two bullets to the chest, it didn't even register in her face, she just looked like a child's rag doll. And that wasn't Stan lying there, shot in the head, it was Odafin Tutuola.

"Damnit, not again!" he thought.

He could hear ringing in his ears, not from the gunshots, but somewhere in the distance his stupid cell phone was ringing.

Detective John Munch almost rolled off the bed reaching for the phone in the darkness. The alarm clock flashed 3:31am. He grabbed the phone, hit the button.

"What now?"