Chapter 4

Hey y'all this is Bob! i just wanted to let you know, this chapter has been edited. why you ask? i'm an idiot! plain and simple! take care hope you enjoy! oh, and can somebody please tellme whata beta is? havent you figured it out by now? i'm an idiot!

Hospital Recovery Ward April 18,2006

Olivia, Elliot, Fin, and Cragen ran into the hospital towards Munch's room. The doctor came out just as they reached his room.

"We're looking for Detective Munch!" Olivia asked out of breath.

"Detectives," The doctor started. "John suffered from a minor heart attack as a result from the gunshot wound. He suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. At his age, the stress, along with a wound. His heart couldn't take it."

"Is he ok!" Elliot yelled.

"He'll recover." Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Cameron walked over.

"How is he?" she asked. Her face covered in concern.

"He'll be alright," Fin said. Cameron sighed.

"Good."

"Can we talk to him?" Fin asked the doctor.

She nodded. "Yeah, I don't see why though. I've never had such an infuriating patient!" She said loudly.

"Hey how about instead of complaining you tell whoever cooks this food they're fired. This is terrible!" Munch said from his room. The doctor looked like she was going to go back and strangle him. "Oh and the magazine. Preferably one that's not five years old? I prefer to stay up to date on the news."

"If you need anything, call one of the nurses." the doctor said walking away. "I need some scotch!" The cops walked in to see their dear friend lying in bed flipping through an old magazine.

"Hi!" he said as everyone entered. "Anyone bring any food?"

"Yeah," Cameron said raising a brown paper bag. "It's not much, just a sandwich." she put the bag on the bed. Elliot shared a confused look with Olivia. Munch grabbed the sandwich.

"What kind?" he asked.

"Turkey." Munch unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite out of it.

"Thanks." Cameron nodded. "By the way, who the hell are you?"

"Cameron Holiday. Transfer from Homicide." She stuck out her hand. Munch took it.

"John Munch, old guy."

"I can see that."

"Hey how are you feeling?" Olivia said, changing the subject.

"Better. I mean, a little sore. And starving. I don't know I guess it's something about a near death experience that makes people hungry." Olivia smiled through the tears. She was trying to put on a good show, but she just felt so scared. "Don't cry Liv, really, I'm great. Healthy as a horse." Liv nodded but the tears wouldn't stop. Elliot started to rub her back. "So, how's the case? Did you find the girl yet?" Olivia shook her head.

"No, but we're working as hard as we can."

"Do me a favor guys," Munch said. He paused for a few brief moments. "Find that son of a bitch that shot me."

Back at the station house, Fin went home to try and get some sleep. Cragen was in his office contacting Missing Persons to find out if they had anything. Olivia was sleeping at her desk, while Cameron and Olivia searched for anything they might use to catch the guy.

"Did you find a similar MO?" Elliot asked.

"About five hundred times," Cam looked at him, her face blank. "Literally." She looked back at her computer. "There wasn't anything special about this kidnaping. He nabbed the girl, under ten years old, in broad daylight. Half the guys are in some prison in the county and there's too many for the four of us to find and talk to the rest of them. Did you have any better luck?"

"The lab report's coming up now. Mark's bringing it."

"Fine," Cameron relaxed a moment. "I'm going to get some coffee you want some coffee?" Elliot nodded. "How do you take it?"

"Just get me black." Cameron made a disgusting face.

"Yuck! How do you drink that crap?"

"Practice. How do you take your coffee?"

"What does it matter? I'm getting the coffee."

"Well, I just want to know something about you. If we're going to work together I can at least know how you take your coffee. We drink a lot of it here."

"I think every unit does. I was so wired up on caffeine down in Homicide I'm surprised I ever slept." Elliot smiled.

"Liv tells me have a daughter."

"Yeah."

"What's her name?"

"Anika Joan. She's five."

"And she knew Lisa Larkman?"

"Don't you hate it when a case hits close to home?"

"Yeah. This one time, I found out my daughter's ex-boyfriend had an STD."

"Ouch. Wait," she stopped. "You have a kid?"

"Four."

"Four kids?" Elliot nodded. "Damn. I feel bad for your wife. I could barely handle just the one!"

"She's not my wife," Elliot said quietly. It still hurt to talk about the divorce.

"Girlfriend?"

"Ex-wife."

"I'm sorry," She meant it.

"Yeah, what can you do?"

"You could do what I did when Nikki's father dumped me for my best friend. Say 'screw it' and move on. It really helps." Elliot chuckled.

"Your best friend?" a third voice said. Elliot and Cameron turned towards Olivia to see her sitting up on her desk. "You were talking so loud I couldn't sleep."

"Sorry," Elliot said.

"Never mind. Your best friend? You didn't tell me that."

"You didn't ask." Cameron justified. "Hey, that's not even the worst part." She paused to add a dramatic effect. "My best friend at the time's name, was Scott." Elliot's eyes widened as he jerked his head back. Olivia looked like she was going to laugh. "I turned my boyfriend gay." And with that Olivia burst out, Cameron soon followed. Elliot just rolled his eyes.

"Alright back to work!" he yelled, and the girls quieted down. A young blond man, around the same age as Cameron walked in the room, holding a manilla folder. "Mark, just on time, that the lab report?" Mark nodded.

"Yeah. Here." He handed Elliot the folder who read its contents quickly.

"What does it say?" Olivia asked.

"It says that the bullet that shot Munch was a twenty-two."

"Well that narrows our search down." Cameron said sarcastically.

"The same model every cop on the force uses." He put his hands behind his head. Apprehension dawned on the female detectives' faces.

"It was a cop?"