Ok, first of all, no it wasn't Huang's computer. For all I know, he does have a crush on Olivia, but he's a Fed, so I don't think he has a desk at the station house. And I know I said I like constructive criticism but give me break I can't spell. And I'd prefer it if maybe, if you want to review my story, could you leave the whole "this sucks about the chapter" for every other chapter. Cause you know, all the constant criticism really hurts my feelings! I have to deal with it enough in Creative Writing! Just a suggestion.

Chapter 8:

Munch sat in his bed playing solitaire. He was losing. To himself. At that moment he felt more pathetic than he ever had before. Fin walked in when Munch's head was down.

"Hey man," he said. Munch looked up.

"Hi."

"How ya doin?" Fin sat down on the chair next to Munch's bed.

"Great. Feeling much better." He looked over at Fin to see if he bought it. He didn't.

"Doc told me you failed a drug test."

"Yeah, doesn't surprise me, all the crap they stick in me everyday."

"John," Fin said warmly. "This is serious. She's sayin you can't come back to work."

"Fin, I didn't take any drugs. I swear."

"Well if you didn't somebody drugged you."

"What the hell is going on?" Cameron asked herself. Why would someone on the force make their desktop the four detectives in the unit? She decided to say "screw it" to the research and went through this mystery person's files. She clicked "documents." The first document was labeled "Munch." The second "Benson," then "Stabler," "Tutuola" and finally "Holiday." She clicked on John's file. It was a Word document written like a diary.

Cam read aloud: "John Munch was easy enough to fall. The man is old so he's much slower than his younger counterparts. They dodged quickly as I started shooting. However, with my bad luck the old k--e didn't die. The day after a friend from narcotics told me about the reaction between a stimulant and a depressant. When the two are mixed, it causes the heart to want to slow down yet increase at the same time. When a person is as old as that bastard, a heart attack is bound to come. So I snuck into the hospital, acting like I wanted to visit a friend. He was asleep, so I used my syringe to inject a mixture of cocaine and marijuana." Cameron stopped. Someone caused Munch to have a hear attack. That person shot him. That person had Lisa Larkman.

That person was a cop.

Cameron quickly skimmed through the rest of the files. Each one had a plan to kill one of the detectives. She read how whoever this was had set up Bryce Tucker. The kidnaping of Lisa wasn't a coincidence. It was to point fingers at Bryce. The website. And Tucker had a twenty-two caliber gun, which was used to shoot Munch. Tucker was framed. Lisa's kidnaper was still out there.

"What the hell happened out here?" came a voice behind Cameron. She turned back towards the door. Elliot was standing there still wearing his coat and holding a cup of coffee. Cameron jumped out of the seat so quickly it fell to the floor.

"Elliot, do you know who's computer this is?" She asked frantically. Elliot was confused.

"If you plan to break that one can you at least clean it up first?"

"Damn it Elliot this isn't a time for jokes. Who's computer is this!"

Olivia was just finishing up her shower when the doorbell rang. She quickly dressed. The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming!" she called. It rang again. She pressed the intercom. "Who is it?" she asked. A male voice rang through her apartment.

"It's Mark. I've got some things on the case. Want to buzz me in?" he asked. Olivia smiled. She knew that just meant he wanted to get in her pants. She wasn't going to argue. At least over an intercom. So she buzzed the fellow cop in. Mark climbed the stairs, pulling his gun out as he went.

"I don't know. Why?" Elliot asked back at the station house.

"You're really useful, you know that?" Cameron said anxiously and she began to rummage through the paperwork on the desk until she found a name. Mark Jesowitz. "You son of a bitch." she said quietly before standing straight up and running towards Elliot. "How long will it take you to get to Liv's place?"

"About an hour, why?"

"Because if we don't find her, Munch will have himself a roommate in the hospital." She picked up her cell phone and began to dial Fin's number.

Fin's phone rang right when he was about to win against John in a game of poker.

"You know you're not allowed to bring those in a hospital. That could jeopardize my recovery." Munch said in his usual sarcastic tone. Fin ignored him and picked up his phone anyway.

"Tutuola." he said. He pulled the phone away from his ear as his new partner began to practically scream into his ear.

"Fin, we got the wrong guy! Bryce is innocent. Well at least of kidnaping Lisa."

"What are you talking about?"

"We were right to begin with. It was a cop. It was one of our cops. Mark Jesowitz. Anyway, look I have a feeling he's going after Olivia next so get to her place as soon as possible got it?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there." he said, and they hung up the phone. He looked at John, saddened. "Some other time."

"I'll hold you to it." And with that Fin was out the door.

Elliot and Cameron rushed into his car, Elliot turned on his siren before he even turned on the ignition. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. They drove away, Elliot going as fast as his car would allow.

"It was all on his computer. He admitted to shooting John! He even poisoned him to make it look like he would die of natural causes!"

"Well what about Tucker?"

"Framed. Mark knew we would go after Tucker. He was the logical choice, everything fit. He was going to get away with this, and we were going to let him!"

"Ok, but here's what I don't get. Why?" he took a sharp turn. Cameron was holding on to the "Oh shit" bar for dear life.

"According to his journal, he was angry. He was mad at Cragen because he was never promoted. He wanted the job as lead detective! With Munch dead, he thought he would get the job!"

"But then Cragen brought in you." it wasn't a question, it was a statement. It was fact.

"It pissed him off even more, and this guy's already beyond breaking point! So now, he's just going to kill all of us, till he gets the job!"

"He's lost his mind."

"Ya think?" Elliot made another sharp turn. They were making excellent time, even if it cost them their lives. Or at least their spleens. "How far away are we?"

"Not very." Elliot said. His voice seemed calm but you could tell in his eyes that he was afraid. He cared about Olivia. She was his best friend. They've worked together for so long, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her.

"We'll get him," Cameron said. Pulling Elliot out of his thoughts. Her voice was solid, her face was determined. He believed her.

Elliot pushed down farther on the gas pedal. Cameron held on tighter. Soon they had reached Olivia's apartment. Cameron fell out of the car. Her legs felt like jelly. She grabbed at the car and pulled herself up. She looked over at the street. It was already loaded with police cars. She pulled out her gun, as did Elliot.

"Everyone stay down here! If he comes out, I want you here to catch him!" Elliot yelled as he ran towards the stairs. Fin pulled up in his car, he and Cameron ran in one behind the other. They climbed as quick as their legs would let them. Finally they reached Olivia's door. Elliot kicked the door so hard it got stuck in the wall. He lifted his gun straight in front of him as he walked in. Mark had Olivia by the neck "Let her go!"

"Oh, that's original! God, how the hell did you get that job?" Mark asked.

"He can actually do the job?" Cameron said sarcastically. Mark pulled harder.

"Do you really think this is the best thing to do?" he asked.

"Do you really think I care?" Cameron asked.

"You should. Unless you want me to shoot your friend."

"Let go of Detective Benson. If you don't, I'll put a bullet in your ass."

"Go ahead. Save me from the pain I'm feeling!"

"I said your ass, not your head."

"Kill me! You know you want to."

"No, you want me to. Wanna give me a reason why I should?"

"If you don't I'll kill you. I should have your job. I should be the lead detective, not some child who has to be carded whenever she wants to buy beer! It should be me! I deserve it-"

"Oh my god why don't you grow up!" Cameron dropped her gun. "You know why you're not the lead? Because you're a lousy cop and you whine too much! Who the hell wants to work with you! I looked over your notes. They were terrible, they didn't even make sense! If anyone's a child it's you!"

Mark pulled tighter on Olivia. Cameron lifted her gun again. "Cameron!" Elliot yelled.

"You don't know how I feel! You don't know pain!"

"When you watch your father get murdered then we'll talk about pain."

Mark chuckled. "I figured there was a reason you're the way you are. I like you Holiday. So, I'm going to give you some advice. Watch your temper. I could have killed Olivia when you put your gun down."

"I'd like to see that happen when you got four good detectives in the same room as you." Elliot Fin and Cam noticed someone sneak up form the other room. They couldn't see his face. It was too dark "Mark, I'd like to get you some advice too."

"Oh and what's that?" the figure raised his gun.

"Duck." the figure hit Mark in the back of the head. He fell to the ground.

"Too late."

my family calls the bar in the car that you grab when you're afraid the "Oh shit" bar. i don't know the actual name.

Ok one chapter left! Tell me how you like it! I added Munch in the chapter! So, hope your happy! I added him because ppl asked to put Munch in the chapter. Well see ya!

Bob