Sorry this took a couple of days to post! I typed it last Friday, and forgot that just typing doesn't automatically mean that it posts - whoops! Thanks for the reviews too. I'd just like to take a moment to say that whoever came up with the whole, tv on dvd is my hero. And the man that has all my money. 6 out of the 7 seasons of Homicide:lots are out, and its fun to see the Munch before SVU, he's a little different, but you can also see where he's coming from. There's a couple epies on suicide where he doesn't mention his father, but you can totally tell he's dealing with something. I enjoy all the times he got (thought he was going to get) shot at. That squad had bad luck. If you're poor like me, you might try and rent the dvds, I found it a good deal, until I decided I had to have them all! Okay, sorry for the ramble. On with the show.
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They had cleared off a large wall in the break room. The usual posters had been replaced with copies of all the letters sent to Munch. They had created a quazi - timeline of sorts. The maniac had started with the articles of the shooting and had found every article that had probably been written about Munch since that time. Articles from charm City and the Big Apple lined the wall, intersperced with comment written by the perp or pointless trivia that he had sent, like he was trying to prove that he knew everything about Munch.
John had found the whole experience quite surreal and at times embarrassing. Especially the article about the Hippie Daze photos that had ended up in the art gallery across from the station back in Baltimore, complete with picture.
"Man, as if the time you explained it wasn't bad enough - now I've actually seen it!" complained Fin, "That image is engraved on my brain."
"That sure is a large bit of paper she used to cover you up there," mentioned Stabler.
Benson turned a rosy shade of red and couldn't help but giggle. She tried to stifle it for John's sake, but it was too funny to see him that way.
"Yes, ha ha, go ahead and get a laugh in at my expense - everyone else in the world has," a dejected Munch said.
Now, the four sat, watching Dr. Huang pace back and forth as he studied their masterpiece on the wall.
"He defiantly doesn't like you Detective Munch, but at the same time, he seems to be quite obsessed with knowing everything about you," started Huang.
Murmers of "duh" and "you think?" mingled with "he could have found someone a bit more interesting" erupted from the peanut gallery.
"But," Huang turned and looked at John, "I don't think he wants you dead."
"Gee - he could've fooled me," said Munch, "I thought the bullet through my shoulder was a big death threat,"
"Yeah! And what about this?" Benson pointed to the 'I won't miss' threat.
"Dude did miss, " added Fin "Munch is still alive."
"You're wrong," replied Huang, "He didn't miss. If I'm not mistaken, Det. Munch was shot, the bullet connected with his flesh. If the shooter wanted to do more than that he could have. According to the reports Det. Munch was an easy second shot. The shooter could've come through the window, taken a second shot and it would've been over with. Instead he watched you and then stole your glasses. This man doesn't want you dead, it would ruin all his fun."
"Why did he take the glasses?" Stabler asked.
"A trophy probably," continued Huang, "Something he could look back on and remember that he outsmarted Det. Munch. My guess is that's what its mostly about - proving that he's smarter than you are. He's trying to taunt you."
"Well how do we find him then?" Cragen asked, entering the room and the conversation.
Huang started, "This man is probably know to Det. Munch. Maybe someone he put away - either here or in homicide. Its not the best answer, but I'd say start looking at all you old cases - starting from the date of this shooting." Huang pointed to the article on the homicide detectives' shooting.
"You're joking," Munch said in amazement, "You're talking over 10 years of cases. Not to mention that my case load in homicide was triple what I do here!"
"Let's get started then," said Cragen, "Divide it up. I'll call Baltimore and have the files we need sent here."
"Oh, they're going to really love me down there now!" thought Munch.
