Disclaimer- SVU and all the other Law and Order series belong to Dick Wolf and he doesn't share.
Author's Note- I hope everyone will read and review. Compared to this one all my other fics have been a breeze.

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Fin and Becca stood in the crime lab as the tech read through the list of catalogued evidence. Everything sounded pretty generic, it could have been from just about any other dump job Fin ever investigated. Suddenly Becca stopped the tech.

"Hang on, did you just say a Saint Jude's medal with a stone mounted on it?" She asked the tech, her voice filled with apprehension. At the tech's nod she continued, "Let me see it."

"I'll go get it from trace." The lab tech headed out.

"What's up?" Fin asked. "You think this might be from Carson?"

Becca stared ahead and nodded, a tense frown of concentration on her features. When the lab tech returned with an evidence envelope, Becca pulled on a pair of gloves and took the envelope, carefully opening it and allowing the contents to slide into her hand. She turned it over and read the inscription on the back.

Her voice was soft as she spoke to the tech. "Where was it found?"

"Clutched in the victim's hand." The tech answered.

Becca slid the medal into the envelope and gently sealed it. She laid the envelope on the table and without another word to either Fin or the lab tech turned and left the room.

Fin shrugged at the tech and turned to follow her. Out in the hall he saw Becca heading toward the exit, weaving down the hall as though drunk. As he caught up to her and spoke her name, she stopped and turned to face him. She was pale and hollow eyed, her voice desolate.

"I gave Ben that St. Jude medal not long after we started seeing each other. It had a piece of amber on it and on the back was inscribed a line from a poem Ben wrote." Becca's knees buckled, Fin caught her as she began to fall.

He helped her to a chair nearby and crouched in front of her. "So it was Ben's?"

Becca nodded. "Fin, Ben never took that medal off. He was never without it. I didn't even think to see if it was around his neck at the funeral." Her hands clenched into fists, her face becoming a cold mask of fury. "That was Carson's message, he killed Ben. I know it. Somehow he killed Ben and made it look like suicide. That fucking bastard! When I find him, I'll rip his heart out."

Becca reached for her cell phone and hit speed dial. "Chief. It's Swann. You need to go back over Ben's place. We've just found evidence that it wasn't suicide. It was Carson, he left Ben's St. Jude medal in the New York vic.'s hand." She listened for a moment. "Yes sir, I'm positive it's his; I gave it to him." Becca listened again and then responded. "Yes sir, I'll be on the first plane back after I slap the cuffs on him." She flipped the phone closed and dropped her head into her hands.

"I knew it." She whispered. "Some how I knew Ben didn't off himself, he just wasn't the type."

"So now what?" Fin asked.

"Now I find the son of a bitch and make him pay." Becca raised her head and looked at Fin, tear tracks glistening in the florescent lighting.

Fin reached out and pulled her close. "We'll get him, but you've got to promise me you'll do this by the book. No street justice."

Becca nodded resignedly and pulled away. "Let's get back to the house and fill the Captain in on this." She stood and strode purposefully toward the door.

Fin watched her for a moment wondering if she'd actually keep the promise she'd just made. He didn't know of he'd be able to keep that kind of promise if it were Munch and he certainly wasn't in love with the crazy old jackass, but partners are partners no matter what.

Well, I'll just have to make sure she doesn't get the chance to break it. He thought to himself, standing and following Becca out the door.