Author's Note: Well here we are again. Thanks so much to those who reviewed. I enjoy writing Munch, and ya'll make it worthwhile! I'm going to admit (something a writer should probably never do) that this chapter was different to write. I've only every written from Munch's POV, but to move the story along and push the suspense, this had to be written from Fin's POV. I hope I do him justice. I know Munch like the back of my hand. Fin's a little harder. I should also point out that some of this Fin tells in flashback style, so to clarify dialogue that was said in the past, its written in italics. I hope this is not confusing!

But not to worry! The Munchie goodness is still here. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think…

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On a lazy Saturday morning, Fin and Munch sat in a police sedan waiting. It had been two months since they had started this undercover operation, and they had slowly learned very little. Still, Cragen felt like this was important enough to continue. Fin had participated in many undercover operations, especially during his time in narcotics. He had been a part of some of the most elaborate sting operations in the last 10 years. This current operation would've been a walk in the park for his former squad.

Fin had to admit, undercover in SVU was a completely different animal. He didn't envy Munch in the least. Sure, Fin enjoyed the illusion of undercover, but busting someone with drugs was easier than coaxing a confession from a rapist or murder without that person knowing they were confessing. This was a particularly difficult situation, not knowing if they were even on the right track. That's why every caution had been taken that first Saturday.

Munch had been given a new id, Richard Katz, an investment banker who just got transferred from Baltimore. Most of the history of his cover mirrored Munch's own life to make it less complicated. Oddly, this was almost an advantage for them since the situation was similar to the victims - an older man returning to his religion. They had hoped this would create a situation where Rabbi Reubenstein would give up a clue or two.

Along with the id, they had outfitted Munch with a cell phone for "Mr. Katz", just in case someone wanted to get a hold of him during the week. That had caused quite a problem in the first couple of weeks since Munch had problems operation just one phone, but to keep the two straight was almost comical. Fin had started carrying around Munch's personal phone so he wouldn't get the two mixed up.

Also he received a GPS tracker made up to look like a Star of David pendant on a chain that he could wear under his shirt. This was important in case they lost visual or audio contact, they could find him again. Munch had admitted to Fin in private that the tracker made him uncomfortable, not only because the thought of losing contact meant something bad, but also because now the government knew where he was. "Why don't they just implant it into my skin and get it over with?" Munch had complained.

That first Saturday had been full of anticipation. The five of them had been crammed into a van, parked around the corner from the synagogue. Stabler and Benson sat in the front seats pretending to have a conversation about a repair job, but really they were scanning the people walking past. Fin was in the back, helping Munch into the wire, while Cragen gave him last minute instructions.

"I would still feel more comfortable with a gun," Munch had complained.

"You know that's not possible, John. It would be way to suspicious," was Cragen's reply.

Benson had turned around. "Don't worry, we'll be right here, nothing's going to happen."

Benson's words could not have been closer to the truth. Sure there had been some close moments right off the bat when Munch almost introduced himself as John instead of Richard, but he had covered himself nicely. And people had caught him, twice, when he was fingering his badge in his pocket, but he had written it off as a nervous twitch in his hand. It had actually been quite boring. None of them knew Hebrew, so it had been hard to follow most of what was going on, but Munch had managed to talk to almost everyone there and names were added to the list of suspects.

The process had repeated itself the next two Saturdays, and although they were narrowing down suspects, the only thing they really seemed to be accomplishing, in Fin's opinion, was to piss Munch off. Not only were they losing their Saturdays, something none of them liked, but afterwards, Munch would come back fuming about the things the Rabbi had taught.

"This isn't Judaism!" Munch would complain. "This guy is a racist and a bigot. He reads one thing out of the Torah and tells his followers to contradict it, all in the same breath. Maybe I have no room to talk, but…"

Munch would continue until finally Fin would tell him to shut it. As much as Munch disliked the man - they couldn't convict for murder on a dislike.

After the third Saturday, things started to break down. Stabler and Benson had caught another case, a high profile one at that. Cragen was getting pressure form above, so Munch and Fin had to split time between cases. This hadn't been too big a deal, since the undercover happened only on Saturdays. What had been a big deal was the loss of the wire and other equipment. The only two things they got to keep were the GPS tracker and the cell phone.

So Fin had spent his next three Saturday mornings sitting in the police issue sedan by himself, watching the little "Munch blip" on the tracking screen and listening in on what he could hear through the phone in Munch's coat pocket. It surely wasn't the most glamorous job. He looked like a loser watching TV in his car. He could think of a hundred other places he'd rather be, the first being asleep in his bead. The worst part was, they weren't sure if they were any closer to solving the crime then they had been two months before.

This was why Fin was relieved when Munch gave the ultimatem.

"This is the last Saturday," Munch had declared. "Either we find something new, or that's it. I'm tired of listening to that crackpot preach and wasting my Saturday. I had more fun dressing up as a priest back in Baltimore and staying up all night waiting to get stabbed! At least we had a clear purpose."

Cragen had agreed, mostly because he needed Fin and Munch doing other things. So now, the two sat there, doing their last minute preparations.

"You know, you're suppose to be trying to fit in with these people - could you keep your exhasperated sighs to a minimum today?" Fin started in.

"I don't know what you're implying," Munch returned. "I don't sigh - I just breathe."

"Breathe, sigh, whatever - you sound like you're coughing up a hairball. And don't act too excited that this is our last Saturday. These people don't know that, they think you're coming back next week."

"Who died and made you Captain?" Munch shot back.

"Just go," Fin said as he unlocked the car. "And remember, I'll be listening."

"Yippy," Munch glanced at him over his glasses.

And Fin was left alone.

XXX

Almost an hour later, Fin was still sitting alone in the police sedan. He cursed himself for the upteenth time for not bringing a book or game boy or something to pass the time. "You're suppose to be backing your partner, remember?" he told himself accusingly.

A knock on his window pulled him out of his thoughts. A uniformed officer stood outside the car peering down on him. Startled, Fin rolled down the window and took the hands-free set out of his ear. "Can I help you officer?" Fin asked gingerly.

"I've been getting complaints from the neighbors around here about a strange man in a car. May I inquire as to the nature of your business here Sir?" the officer eyed him cautiously.

"Don't you know a police sedan when you see one?" Fin asked, drawing out and flashing his badge. "I'm Detective Tutuola of Special Victims. My partner and I are running and undercover op. here."

The officer eyed the badge and car. Realizing his mistake, he became very apoligetic. "I'm sorry! This is my first beat. I'm only a week out! Did I compromise anything? Man, my sergeant is going to kill me."

"Calm down," said Fin. "No harm done. We're almost done here anyway. I'm just waiting for my partner. Just be more observant next time and check your facts."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir!" the policeman waved as he walked away.

Fin just laughed and shook his head. He had been young and dumb once too. It came with the territory. It was okay as long as you grew out of it. He reached down for the hands free device and placed it back in his ear. What he wasn't expecting was to hear the dead air on the other line.

"Munch? Hey, are you there?" He grabbed the phone from where it lay. Munch wasn't supposed to hang up until he reached the car. Fin was sure it was an accident. He had heard the services end, so Munch must have accidently ended the call. It wasn't till he checked the GPS screen that Fin became worried. The constant little blip that was supposed to be Munch wasn't there! Fin checked closer to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, but sure enough, nothing registered on the screen.

"Maybe it's a glitch," he frantically thought. But turning the machine off and back on didn't remedy the problem.

"Damn it!" Fin grabbed his phone and exited the car, running to the building where Munch should have been. His mind raced with questions and what he was going to say when a black man burst into a Jewish synagogue. Sure enough, it was an uncomfortable situation when he walked in the building. Eyes glared at him questioning what right he had to be there. Quickly a man came up to him, pulling him to a corner and asked if he could help Fin.

"Yeah, hi," Fin started. "I was looking for Richard Katz. We work together and I was supposed to meet him here fifteen minutes ago. Do you know if has he left?"

"Rich? Why I don't think he was here today. Hey Mary? Did you see Rich here today?"

"No Glen, I didn't see him," a short woman replied.

"I guess he changed his plans," said Glen.

Fin knew they were lying. He had heard Munch as he sat through the whole worship service. What he couldn't figure out was why they were all lying to him.

"Do you mind if I look around? I've never been in one of these building before."

"Oh I'm sorry," Mary answered. "We were just about to shoo everyone out and lock up. Maybe next time you can come with your friend Rich." Her words dripped disdain, like she couldn't stand to look at him.

"Yeah, thanks," Fin said and exited the synagogue. He took off in a run and headed back to the car. Once inside, he checked the GPS scanner once more, but Munch was still not registering. He called the cell phone for Richard Katz and Munch's own, but both went straight to voice mail. A funny feeling started to grow in Fin's stomach. Quickly, he dialed Stabler's number.

"Stabler."

"Elliot, I've got a problem, a big one. Can you meet me here at the cover location?"

"I'm on my way."

Once he hung up, he dialed Cragen. Fin hoped that he and Stabler could find Munch quickly, but if not, the Captain had to know that they had a potentially dangerous situation, especially for Munch. After a couple rings, Cragen picked up, and Fin advised him of the situation. He told Fin he'd get Benson back to the station and check with the GPS location company. If Fin and Stabler hadn't found Munch in 45 Minutes, they were to head back and search parties would be set up.

Stabler arrived shortly after Fin had hung up with Cragen. Fin once again explained the situation, but when he looked down at the tracker screen, there was the Munch blip! He was 10 blocks away and moving out, but he was there. Stabler jumped into the car and navigated as Fin drove like a mad man. If anything had happened to Munch, he would never forgive himself for becoming distracted.

"Turn left!" commanded Stabler. "Park here!"

Fin turned off the car, and both men got out. "According to this thing, he should be down there to the right," explained Stabler.

Fin jogged over and peered down the dark alleyway. "Are you sure? What would he be doing down there?" Fin already feared the worse, as the two men drew their guns and headed cautiously between the buildings. A sudden noise startled Stabler, causing him to jerk right and point his gun, but it turned out just to be a stray dog. Fin continued down the path until Stabler called him back.

"Fin, hey! We've got a problem." Fin turned around as Stabler bent down and unclasped something from around the dog's neck. He held it up for Fin to see. The Star of David pendant gleamed at the two detectives.

"Munch's GPS tracker," realized Fin.

"We've been had," announced Stabler.