Title: 800 Miles

Chapter Title: One Down

Disclaimer: Don't own SVU or ER, so don't sue!

a/n: Sorry it took so long to update! I had a lot of schoolwork the past couple of weeks. I'll be sure to try and update ASAP! Just bear with me on this chapter; I have no idea what Chicago looks like because I have never been there, so all the street names and whatnot are probably incorrect. Once again, thanks for all the reviews!


"Where are Dan and Faizan?" Ilona asked as they arrived back at the station house.

"They went out for lunch at Hortonator's. They should be back pretty soon," Kevin told them.

"Call them! Gabriella told us that there was a woman with our attacker. She said she recognized the woman from Rumboni's Coffee," Malia said urgently, remembering that Hortonator's was down the street from Rumboni's.

"Alright, I'll call them and have them go check it out," Kevin replied, "Is there anything else she remembered?"

"Yeah, she said she hadn't seen the woman in six months," Olivia said.

"Okay, I'll let them know about that. Maybe we can get a name," Kevin said. He went back to his office and called Detectives Mangiapane and Malik to let them know about the new lead.


"That was just Kevin," Dan informed his partner, hanging up his cell phone, "The victim recognized a woman that used to work at Rumboni's with our attacker."

"Holy shit!" Faizan exclaimed; he, like many other people, was beginning to think that they would never catch the perp.

"We have to go down there and find out if there have been any female employees that stopped working there about six months ago," Dan said.

"Alright, just as soon as I finish my ribs," Faizan told him.

When Faizan was done eating, the two detectives paid, and started off towards Rumboni's Coffee House.

"You think we're really going to catch this guy?" Dan asked Faizan; he was a little unsure about whether or not this was a good lead or not.

"If there's one thing I can walk away saying I learned from this job, it would be that nothing is a sure thing. We might catch the guy, we might not, but we need to focus on at least trying to catch the guy," Dan said, "Right now, we just need information."

"Okay," said Faizan. He had heard this whole speech probably hundreds, maybe thousands of times before.

Faizan and Dan arrived at Rumboni's and went inside. They walked to the back of the small coffee house to find the manager.

"Hi, we're with the Chicago PD," Faizan told the woman working at the counter. He held out his badge so she could see it. "I'm Detective Malik, and this is Detective Mangiapane."

"Oh, hi," she replied, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, we'd like to speak to the manager," Dan said.

"Okay, sure, right this way," she said, waving them to follow her into the back room. "Hey, Marge, these detectives are here to see you!"

"What do you want? I haven't done anything illegal, have I?" Margaret Listo, the manager and owner of Rumboni's asked worriedly.

"No, you haven't, but we think that one of your employees may have," Faizan said, "Is there anyone that you can think of that stopped working here about six months ago?"

"Um, hold on, let me check," she said, flipping through her records, "Ah, yes, here it is. There was a woman, Priscilla Tomayos, who quit about six and a half months ago. That's the only person I know of."

"Six and a half is good enough for me," Dan said, "Do you have an address that we might find her at?"

"Yes, she has down here, 2589 Riolee Road, Apartment D13," Margaret read from her records.

"Thank you, very much," Dan said, turning to leave.

"Well, that's a big help," Faizan murmured as the two left the coffee house, "Why don't we go back to the station before going to find this Priscilla Tomayos. We'll let them know what we have."

"Alright," Dan agreed.

Dan and Faizan took the El back to the station house.

"Who are the best detectives around?" Dan bragged to everyone as they walked into the squad room.

"I don't know. You know those guys down in the 17th are pretty good," Malia said sarcastically.

"Wrong! We are the B-E-S-T! We have an address!" Faizan said.

"Really? Where?" Ilona asked.

"2589 Riolee Road, Apartment D13. Her name is Priscilla Tomayos," he replied, "You want me and Dan to go pick her up? Or would you guys prefer to do the honors?"

"We'll let you have the fun this time, but we get to chase down the other guy, her accomplice," Malia said, "I'm still pretty tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Welcome to what we've been living with for a while," Elliot said, knowing that they, too, had finally gotten to the point where sleeping was impossible.

"Alright, we should be back in, oh, let's say one hour," Dan said.

"Yeah, right, the last time you said that, you guys got lost and we had to get the guy!" Malia reminded him.

"Just get her here in as little time as possible," Olivia said, trying to get everyone back on task.

"Okay," Faizan said, "Come on, Dan, let's go."


Dan and Faizan returned to the station house not two hours before they left.

"Look what we have!" Dan said.

"She didn't give any resistance. She came when we asked her to. It was almost too easy," Faizan said.

"Okay, so how about Olivia and I question her?" Malia asked. She wanted to see how the New York detectives did things.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to interrogate her, too," Elliot said.

"We'll let you deal with the other guy when we find him, okay?" Olivia told him.

"Fine," Elliot said. He was still a little pissed that he wasn't able to interrogate Priscilla, but he knew that they would soon need someone to talk to the other perp.


"So, Priscilla, I hear you're in big trouble," Olivia said, "You helped in the raping and killing of eight women."

Seeing the confused look on Priscilla's face, she added, "Yes, that's right eight, not nine. Your last victim, she survived."

"I didn't mean to," Priscilla said, crying, "He made me do it."

"Well, maybe, maybe, the DA will cut you a deal if you give us his name," Malia said, "But, considering the fact that you're wanted in two states, they probably won't."

"I, I can't tell you where he is!" Priscilla said, "He'll kill me. He said that if I got caught, that I would have to take the fall for it. Please don't make me tell you."

"We're going to find out either way," Olivia told her, "Either you tell us, or we'll just have to let you go to the needle."

"Fine, fine, I'll tell you," she agreed, fear filling her hazel eyes, "but you can't tell him that I told you."

"Okay, I just need you to write down everything that happened," Malia said, handing her paper and a pen.

"Okay, so, do you think the DA will give her a break?" Olivia asked Elliot as she and Malia exited the interrogation room. She was hoping that the answer would be no.

"Well, you can ask their DA, she's here now," Elliot replied.

"Hi, I'm Kristen Rice," said a short, blonde woman, extending her hand towards Olivia.

"Hi, I'm Detective Olivia Benson," Olivia told her, "Do you think that you're going to cut her a deal?"

"Not a chance," Kristen told her, "She killed eight women, almost nine. There's no way she is getting a deal."

"Good," Olivia replied.

"Are you going to seek the death penalty?" Malia asked, although she already knew what the answer would most likely be.

"Of course," Kristen said, "She'll be charged with eight counts of murder one, and one count of attempted murder."

"Alright, I'll just go see if she's done writing her statement," Ilona said, opening the door to the interrogation room. She was horrified by what she saw. Priscilla Tomayos was lying on the ground, dead. There was blood on the point of the pen, which she had used to stab herself enough times in the wrist to kill herself. None of the detectives had hada good view of the interrogation room while they were talking, so they had no idea what was going on inside the room.

On the pad of paper that Malia had given her, was written, "This is no better than what I would have gotten. His name is Patrick Regalato. He lives at 267 West 2nd Street, apartment A5. Tell him I said good-bye."

"Holy crap!" Ilona whispered in astonishment as the rest of the gang ran into the room.

"Oh myocardial infarction," Dan said as he walked into the room, "What the hell are we going to do? She killed herself on our watch!"

"Its okay, Dan," Malia said, "It's not our fault she killed herself. She didn't appear the least bit suicidal."

These words were little comfort to the detectives, who were still in fear of losing their jobs.

"Well, I guess we still have Patrick Regalato," Faizan offered, trying to break the silence that had quickly filled the room.


tbc...