"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."

SVU Squad room

May 16, 2005

"Excuse me," said a short girl with her hair in a ponytail and wearing what looked like transition lenses, "Can you tell me where I can find Capt. Cragen?"

Olivia Benson, who was doing some paperwork, looked up. "He is on a coffee break, but I can help you."

"Umm...okay. I got transferred from the Bronx Homicide Unit to here. They told me to see him about joining SVU."

Benson looked at the girl. She was smaller than her and young too. She was wearing black cargo pants and a navy blue hoodie. Benson was not sure about her joining unit. However, if she said she was being transferred to here...

"Well then follow me."

Benson made her through the midst of phones ringing, overloaded desks, and snack bar to Cragen's office. "He'll be back shortly, so just wait here for the time being." She shut the door and made her way back to her desk.

Elliot Stabler, who had just came in, put a coffee cup on her desk. He had just come back from Central Park from a rape homicide that he was investigating. "You look puzzled," he said.

"Some young girl just came in. She said she was transferring from the Bronx Homicide Unit to here. It just doesn't make any sense though. Why would anyone transfer such a young person to this unit?" she asked.

"Beats me," he replied. Stabler sat down and began fiddling through papers while Benson looked at Cragen's office.

Family Ties

Captain Donald Cragen walked into the SVU precinct with a hat in one hand and a coffee cup in another. He wondered what the day would bring ahead. It was always something new in his precinct.

As he walked in to the office, Benson called to him. "Hey Cap! Someone's in your office. Wants to talk to you about joining the unit."

"Who is it from?"

"Bronx Homicide Unit."

"Ah...okay. So any new developments on our rape homicide?"

Stabler quit looking through his papers. "Well we're still waiting for the results from the M.E."

Cragen took a sip of his coffee. "Okay you two head for the M.E.'s office. Where's Munch and Fin?"

Stabler began to laugh. "Munch called me while I was investigating. Seems they're having car trouble so he said they're going to be running late."

Cragen rolled his eyes. "It's about time John got his own car." He made his way to his office while Benson and Stabler left for the M.E.'s office.

M.E. Warner's Office

At Warner's office she began telling them what she had found. "I couldn't find any DNA on her. Sounds like your perp used some type of chemical to wiped her down, probably in post-mortem. She was beaten up pretty badly. She got bruises on her face and stomach. There was some trauma to the vaginal area, but that was all I could find. I think the chemical may have washed off prints too."

"He must have hated this girl in order to do that much damage. Can you at least you tell who she is?" asked Stabler

"Sixteen year old female. I ran her prints through the system and her birth certificate came up. She is the daughter of Alex Rosewater."

Benson looked dumbfounded. "What? You've gotta be kidding me. Who would rape and beat the city's most powerful political figure's daughter?"

"Somebody with a grudge," said Stabler.

SVU squad room

Cragen was still not sure about this girl. She seemed too young for this kind of work. The last thing he needed was Internal Affairs coming down to his office and saying that he had a cop who had a mental break down because of the job. He kept pressing her with questions and she kept answering, "Yes, I really do want to join."

"You're sure?" he asked for fifth time.

"Yes sir, I really do want to join. Give me a chance," said the girl.

He hesitated before he gave her a paper to sign. He then recorded her badge number down. "Okay I guess you're in..."

"Amy Munch, sir."

Cragen blinked. "Say that name again please?"

"Amy Munch."

"Are you by any chance related to John Munch?"

Amy frowned. Was her uncle her in this precinct! It couldn't be! She thought he was still in Baltimore all this time! She thought twice before giving Cragen her answer. "Yeah, we're related. I'm his niece. We're semi-close."

Cragen shooked his head. "This is wonderful. Does he know that you transferred here?

"Actually no. We lost contact about six years ago."

"Ahhh...in other words you hate each other and speaking of the devil, here he is now."

Detectives John Munch and Tutuola Fin walked into the precinct into a heated argument. "You idiot!" he yelled, "You should have got your piece of mechanical junk fixed!"

"Kinda hard when I have to pick up a lazy bum off the streets every single day!" countered Fin.

"Me! A lazy bum! Take that and your piece of mechanical junk back to your apartment filled with nothing, but gadgets! You probably would have enough money to fix your damn car if you didn't spend on junk like that!" roared Munch.

"If you're that jealous, why don't you take up a paper route book boy, and get yourself a thirty inch plasma screen TV!"

"THAT'S IT!" cried Munch and slammed into Fin. They both wrestled on the ground while Amy and Cragen watched, with some embarrassment, from Cragen's office. "You think you can separate those two before they wreck the whole station house?" he asked.

"I think I can try."

"Good because I'm going to enjoy my cup of coffee," and shut his office door. Amy made her way to the quarreling couple. So far Munch had two black eyes and Fin had one. They both had nosebleeds too plus they were knocking things over.

"ALL RIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU QUIT YOUR STUPID FIGHTING AND STAND UP!" she yelled.

They both continued to fight. She sighed and gave up. She went to where the coffee bar was and took a jug of ice water. She walked back toward them and poured all over them.

"CENSORED!" they both cried.

Rosewater Residents

Hotel Room 38, Trump Tower

One Central Park West, upper west side

Ding Dong!

"This is the worst part of the job," said Benson sadly.

"Especially if they're a rich family," said Stabler.

The doors open and after showing their badges to a maid, they were led into a family room.

"May I ask what this is about?" she asked.

"We just need to see Mr. and Mrs. Rosewater," said Stabler.

She bowed and left them alone in the room. Stabler and Benson look around in the room. It was really nicely decorated.

"This place is pretty nice, Elliot. Did you see that chandelier?"

"Yeah, its gotta to be worth over five grand at least." Stabler moved over to the mantle of the fireplace. "Looks like she went to a prep school. She's got a uniform on."

"She goes to St. Mary's Prep School. I only give the best for my daughter," said a voice.

A man in a white suit walked into the room with a woman. The woman had an eye patch over her right eye. "I am Alex Rosewater and this is my wife Vera. May I asked what this about?" said the man.

"We're detectives Benson and Stabler from SVU," said Benson. "This isn't easy for me to say, but we found your daughter this morning in Central Park. She was murder last night."

There was silence then the wife began to cry. Rosewater stood there emotionless. "Please leave us to mourn," he said and called his maid to escort them out.

"Man that was one of the most horrible things I ever did," said Benson outside.

"Did you see the look on the father's face after we told him how she died?" asked Stabler, "It was as if he didn't care. He was so cold. If that would have been my daughter, I would have broke down crying."

"You think he had something to do with it," said Benson.

"Wouldn't be the first time now wouldn't it?"

SVU squad room

"What the..." began Benson and Stabler.

The office was a mess. There were papers scattered everywhere, chairs knocked over, computers on the floor, and Munch was on the floor picking up the pieces of his Hawaiian hula doll. "Of all the things that had to break, it had to be you my precious," he said miserably.

The new kid, Munch, and Fin were cleaning up the mess. Munch and Fin looked wet because of their clothes while the new kid looked dry. Munch and Fin also had Kleenexes to their noses from the nose bleeds. "What the hell happen?" asked Stabler dumbfounded and began to walked forward, but Munch stopped him.

"Stop!" he said. You might be stepping on pieces of my Hawaiian doll!"

Fin grumbled. "Well shouldn't have tackled me then and it wouldn't have broken!"

"Why don't you shut up Fin!"

Amy, sensing a fight, stepped between them. "Why don't you both shut up? Thanks to you, not only do you two have to clean up this mess, but I have to! You should be ashamed of yourselves. Two grown men fighting. Pfft! I've seen high school kids that have done better and their fights were much more entertaining than what I saw today! Get a freakin' life already!"

Stabler was trying hard not to laugh. "These two actually had a fist fight? Man that would have been something to see. Sounds like Munch landed one black eye on you Fin and Munch got a double whammy on his face from you."

"Well since you think its funny Elliot then why don't you and your partner help these three clean up the mess?" said Cragen walking out of his office.

Few hours later...

"That's the last of the papers," said Benson while giving a glance to Stabler.

Indeed, the office was almost back to its normal self. Unfortunately, Munch and Fin were still not on good terms with each other. The pair was still mad at each other and miserable too since their clothes were wet. Amy went upstairs and got some clothes for both of them; an NYPD sweatshirt and pants.

"Here. At least they're dry. I'm sorry what I did to guys earlier. It was the only way to separate you two," she said. "I'll order take out just to make it up to you, including you two and the captain.

Munch groaned at the outfit. He hated wearing this stuff! "This is not my style," he complained.

"Oh shut up," said Amy.

"What did you do to them?" asked Benson.

"Pour ice water over them," she said tossing a pair to Fin.

"So that's why it's missing."

"Sorry."

"So what's your name anyway?"

"Amy."

"Amy…"

"I just like to be called Amy. My last name is killer to pronounce and that's saying a lot from me," Amy said.

"Okay now that we've gotten to know each other," said Cragen walking out from his office, "tell me what you guys know on the case."

"Well the perp really hated this girl," began Stabler. "He went through the trouble of beating her to a pulp. This guy was careful too. He brought some chemical to clean her body up afterwards. M.E. couldn't find any prints."

"Wonderful," said Cragen sarcastically. "Anything else?"

"She is the daughter of Alex Rosewater."

Cragen stood there in silence. "You've got to be kidding me," he finally said. "Once the media gets wind of this, they'll go crazy. Who would actually kill the Rosewaters' daughter?"

Just then the phone rang. Fin picked it up while Stabler was giving his theory to Cragen. Fin then hung up. "Cap that was the M.E.'s office. Said she found something that might interest us."

"Well then you and Munch take the new girl with you. You probably need to get out of the office any way."

"What about us?" asked Benson.

"You and Stabler can clean up what's left of the mess then find out where she went to school."

M.E. Warner's Office

"What happen to you two?" Warner asked Fin.

Munch, Fin, and Amy had just walked in. Munch's eyes had both swollen and so was Fin's eye. "Books fell," he muttered. "This is Amy." Fin pointed to her.

"Hi," she said

"Hi, nice to meet you Amy. Welcome to the club. So...I did find a partial fingerprint. The probability of the match is an 8.7 but it should tell us who it is."

They walked over to the computer and Warner typed in a few buttons. A few minutes later, a match came up."

"T. J. Simmons. Previous record states he tried to swindle the Rosewaters out of some money. He lives in the Bronx."

"What?" said Amy and looked at the computer.The Latino looked very familiar to her.

"Yeah that's what it says. Something wrong?"

"No. Thanks," said Munch.

"You might want to put ice on those eyes you two," Warner said as they left her office.

Outside, Amy pulled out her cell and began to call someone.

"Who are you calling?" asked Munch.

"A good friend of mine. If I remember right, she was the one who handle that case. Maybe she can help us shed some light." She got a connection to who she was calling.

"Hey Leena! I need a favor."

Bronx Homicide squad room

Amy had one good friend she could trust back in her precinct, Leena. She was thirty years old while Amy was twenty-four, so they acted like close sisters. They would hang out from time to time and help each other on cases. Amy never had that many great memories from Bronx. The times she hung out with Leena were some of her happiest times though and that was the only thing Amy regretted when she transferred from the Bronx.

Amy walked in. "It is still chaotic even when I'm not around," she smirked.

Phones were ringing, people were running around, people shouting that the coffee wasn't made, and radios were crackling. Leena was standing there, in khaki capri pants and wearing a black hoodie. "Feeling home sick, Amy?" she asked.

"I guess. Did you find me that file?"

"Yeah. I don't know why you're taking an interest in this case now. Its been closed for quite sometime."

Amy shrugged. "Something came up on a case that I'm working on right now. I guess he swindle the Rosewaters or somethin?"

"He did more than swindle," said Leena, "he literally robbed them from some $500,000."

"That's chump change for the Rosewaters. I guess it threaten some secret of theirs."

"Not only that, but I think Simmons knew the Rosewaters daughter. I think he was the boyfriend."

Amy thought for a minute, and then said, "Can I borrow that file?"

"Sure. Take it. I have no use for it now."

Amy took the file from her. "Thanks girl. You've been a great help. I owe you one." She turned and left.

"You can repay me with a drink!" Leena shouted to her.

St. Mary's Prep School

Corner of W. 106th Street and Amsterdam Avenue

Upper West Side

"Nice place," said Benson getting out from the car.

This prep school was unlike other prep school in NYC. Only the elite crowd of kids went here. Many actors, politicians, and other big hot shots with tons of cash sent their kids here because of the excellent, but high cost education.

"Man I would have to sell everything I had just one of my kids into this place," whispered Stabler.

They walked inside the building. The inside was just as impressive as the outside. Paintings and pictures were riddled across the wall, apparently illustrating the school's past. A big stain glass window was at the end of the corridor, lighting the whole room in a bunch of different colors.

It was also passing period too. There were plenty of kids running about in the hall going to their lockers, talking to friends, or heading straight to the last class of the school day. A teacher saw the two detectives in the hall and went toward them.

"May I help you?" she asked with some stuffiness in her voice.

"I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Olivia Benson. We need to see the principal and ask him a few questions," Stabler said.

"Down the hall, to your right," she replied with the same stuffiness. She walked away from them.

"Friendly," said Benson looking at her.

They made their way down the hall to the right. The Main Office was small and cramped. The secretary showed them to the principal's office and went back to her seat. Benson knocked on the door.

"Mr. Fuller. Detectives Benson and Stabler. We want to talk about a girl who went to school here named Angel Rosewater."

He answered the door. Mr. Fuller was a short and lanky man. He was going bald at the top and spoke in a timid voice. "I...I...I don't know any girl by such a name. Now if you will please excuse me, I need to finish..."

"She's dead Mr. Fuller. We need to ask a few questions pertaining to her death. Now if you can help us out..."

"Most unfortunate. Now excuse..." He began to close the door, but Stabler stopped him. Mr. Fuller squeaked in surprised.

"Look," said Stabler menacingly, "There's a dead girl out there who died a horrible death at such a young age. We know she went to this school. If you know something and you're not telling us what it is, we can charge you with obstruction."

"Okay...okay...I'll talk," he said cowering before them. Fuller sat behind his desk and folded his hands. He began to tap his feet when he told them what he knew.

"She was a sweet girl, Angel. Always such a cheerful and bright student, but her father never shows her caring and love. The mother always encouraged her, but she was an overachiever. Her parents were always so strict. She spend many times at her locker. It was as if it was her room. She kept the strangest things in there, like something you would keep in a room."

"One day I got a call from her father. He said she was being moved to another school. I asked him why but he didn't tell me an answer. I then ask him where she would be going so I could transfer her books and stuff there, but he ignore that too. I thought he didn't like the way we were teaching so I never press the matter."

Stabler looked at him. "Yeah right. They were going to clobber you up if you did," he thought. "Did she have any friends?" he asked.

"No. She always kept to herself. Never caused any trouble."

"We'll also need to search her locker if it hasn't been cleaned out yet," said Benson.

"It was going to get cleaned out today, but I guess it wouldn't hurt if you looked at."

"This is the locker," said Stabler. He took out the key and open it.

"Holy CENSORED," said Benson and moved out of the way.

Her locker was a mess. All her books fell out along with pictures, papers, and personal items like make-up.

"She was a pack rat. Kept everything here that she didn't want know one know she had. Seems like a smart thing to do especially with that father of hers who probably snooped around. Wonder if he made the call to clean her locker out?"

"Well let's bag this up and take it back with us," said Stabler.

SVU squad room

The sun had set and night was settling. Cragen was analyzing his day. One newbie cop had join, had broken up a fight between two of his veteran cops, a politician that may have murder his own daughter and best of all he was getting a free meal at the expense of the newbie cop. "What would happen next?" he thought.

A lot can happen, especially when the newbie cop is being asked by Munch a hundred times if his clothes were still wet. Unlike Fin, who only got a little bit wet, Munch got soaked. So his clothes were taking forever to dry and he hated wearing sweats. "This is not my style," he complained to her.

"I know that and for the last time, John, they are still wet in one spot! Now stop acting like a baby for pete sake and eat your lo mein."

"But..."

Amy took his chop sticks, grab some lo mein, and stuffed lo mein noodles in his mouth. He glared at her with his mouth full of lo mein. "Your food is getting cold so eat it," she said without looking at him. He began to chew slowly.

"I still don't get these two fighting," said Stabler. "You two fighting is like a pig trying to fly. It doesn't make any sense."

Benson looked over her carton of fried rice. "Oh drop that already Elliot. They fought, they paid for it, and they learned their lesson, didn't you guys?"

Munch and Fin both nodded their heads. Stabler was still shaking his head, smirking. Then Fin began to get bent out of shape because he thought Munch ate his fortune cookie. Amy tossed an extra one at him and told them both to shut up if they didn't want coffee all over them. They both sighed and went back to eating. "Geez, you two have raging hormones," she muttered to herself.

Fin grumbled and read his fortune " 'Your life will be filled with happiness.' Yeah right." He crumpled the fortune. "So tell us what you guys found," he said.

"Well after we confiscated everything in evidence bags, we found that she had a picture of her boyfriend, a diary, and a phone number that had no name on it. Besides all that, she had stuff that usual girls have like make-up and such," said Stabler.

"So it's either her boyfriend or her father that killed her. We don't know Simmons motive is but it sounds like her father had some. She was dating the guy that try to swindle him. But it doesn't make any sense. Why go through all the trouble to kill his own daughter to make Simmons suffer? With the power he had, he could have thrown him out on the street. Politicians never make any sense," sighed Benson.

"Since when does politics and/or politicians make any sense," said Munch and everyone began to groan as he went into one of his wild conspiracy theories dealing with politicians and how they would kill their own families just to keep a secret from being known to the public.

Soon everyone had left leaving only Amy and Cragen in the squad room. She went to his office and knocked on the door.

"Can I have a minute?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. "What do you want?"

"I have no place to stay Cap. I'm...well...poor I guess," she said with slight embarrassment. "Do you have any accommodations I can stay in the squad room?"

He looked at her. "Sure, upstairs. I gotta question though. Did Munch know that it was you today?"

"If he did, he had a funny way of showing it. Didn't look at me at all today."

"Whatever happened to your real parents?" he asked.

"I'd rather not discuss that. Although I will say that their motivation sorta drove me to become a cop."

"Ahhh…okay. I guess you're going to work on the case then since you'll be staying."

"Yeah. Then I'll go to bed at nine, wake up early before anyone comes in, get in my car and drive out then come in again in around 8:00. Is that okay?"

"I guess you did this all the time in your precinct, so I have no trouble with it."

"Thanks and please don't tell anyone else what I said to you," she said and Amy left his office. She went upstairs and turned on one of the showers.

He smiled to her. "She was different, that kid," he thought. Cragen took his coat and hat and began to leave when someone grab him by the shoulder. Cragen wheeled around. Munch was standing there behind him in his black hat and trench coat. "What the…!" Cragen began to shout.

"Shhhh! I waited until Amy was taking a shower so she wouldn't hear us. Cap she's…"

"I already know John. I'm not going to tell anyone alright? However, she is staying here for the night. She's poor John. She has nowhere to go."

"She's an orphan. Her parents died in a car accident. Her father, my brother, died instantly, but her mother died in the hospital. She survived. She said that they were being chased by some idiots who had nothing else to do and tried to run them off on the road."

"And they never found the CENSOREDs," said Cragen.

"Yeah. Of course I could have gain legal custody, but I was still in homicide. I didn't want to pick her up after school and bring her to my work environment. I didn't want her to become more stressed out after her parents' death because I would always work late trying to figure out how people died and who killed them. I worked in Baltimore then when I found out, so I thought I could placed her in a New York orphanage. I thought that was the safest place for her."

"But when I did that, I didn't realize how mad she would be at me. Then she turn eighteen six years ago and left early on her birthday. She left me a letter saying she never wanted to see me again. I left it at that. I never went looking for her. I always wonder what happen to her though."

"Nice. Well it sounds you're being sent a second chance to make up to her, John. There is no doubt in my mind that her hate for you is probably tearing her apart and it probably makes it worse since she hates her only living family member. If I were you, I would have a chat with her sometime soon. Explain why you put her in an orphanage. It's not too late, John."

Cragen put on his hat and left the building, leaving Munch to ponder in his thoughts in the dark. He heard the water being turned off and it startled him. Munch then left the building swiftly and silently without making his presence known.

Amy still was not in the precinct when Stabler, Benson, Munch, and Fin walked in. Cragen came in early that morning. He needed to have a talk with Munch and Fin about their mischief in the office from yesterday.

Munch and Fin walked in. The swelling of their black eyes had gone down quite a bit, but they still hadn't apologized to each other. Cragen walked out from his office. "You two, in my office now," he said with malice.

Munch and Fin hung up their coats and went into his office. Cragen closed the door and pulled down the shades. Moments later, yelling could be heard and Stabler and Benson knew what that meant.

"He's pist," said Benson.

"Yup. Let's not get on his bad side today," said Stabler.

"Right."

Meanwhile in the office...

"I'm going to make this quick. WHAT YOU GUYS DID YESTERDAY IS UNACCEPTABLE IN THIS OFFICE! YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NOT GONNA SUSPEND YOUR PAYCHECKS FOR THIS WHOLE ENTIRE MONTH! DISPLAY CONDUCT LIKE THAT AGAIN IN MY STATION HOUSE AND I PROMISE YOU I'LL SUSPEND YOUR PAYCHECKS FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH, YOU HEAR ME! AND ANOTHER THING; WATCH OVER YOUR NEW PARTNER!"

Munch and Fin looked at the floor and said in small voices, "Yes sir."

"I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!"

"Yes sir," they said louder.

"NOW GET OUT AND NOT A WORD TO THE OTHERS!"

Munch and Fin did not need to be told twice. They left swiftly from Cragen's office. Stabler abruptly stopped laughing at once when he saw them walking out of Cragen's office. They sat down at their desks, not looking at each other for quite sometime.

"Did I miss something?" asked someone.

Casey Novak walked into the precinct. She was the ADA that prosecuted the criminals that they caught. Everyone was confused because they didn't even call her unless...

"I got a call from some Detective Amy. Said she was going to question a suspect that live in the Bronx and ask me to go here to tell her partners that. She also asked me for a warrant so we could search the place for evidence."

Munch and Fin looked up from their desks. "WHAT!" they both shouted. They jumped out of their chairs, grab their coats and left.

Stabler looked at them running out of the squad room and then at Novak. "You didn't miss anything except Munch and Fin fighting yesterday and Cragen telling them off for it."

"Ahhhhh. And now I'm telling them that their partner went to the suspect's place with out telling them just made their day," said Novak.

Cragen heard some commotion outside his office. He walked out of his office and saw Novak. "What are you doing here? And why did Munch and Fin run out of here so quickly?" he asked.

"Oh CENSORED," muttered Benson. "Uhh Captain...Novak is here because she got Amy a warrant to search a suspect's place."

There was silence. Then...

"I DO NOT NEED THIS IN THE MORNING!" he bellowed and went back to his office and slammed the door.

"That went well," said Benson amused to Cragen's reaction. "Wanna cup of coffee, Casey?"