Crime Scene, and An Unsubtle Inclusion of Unnecessary Guest Characters

Eric arrived at the DeGeorge home the next morning, to find it sealed off with yellow police tape and surrounded with police and ambulance staff. He dashed about, trying to get an answer. No one spoke to him. Finally, he found Dolph.

"Dolph!"

"Huh? Oh, hey kid."

"What happened?"

"Been a murder. Mr. and Mrs. D."

"Where's Felicia?"

"Don't know."

"Okay boys, take the bodies away!" Ralph Wiggum ordered in his shrill voice.

"Right, Chief."

"This is Kent Brockman here, with a special report. Muriel DeGeorge, the wife of local resident Anthony DeGeorge was found murdered in his garden this morning by her gardener, who, though available for comment, does not seem to speak English. The body of her husband, Anthony DeGeorge, an executive at a local stock brokerage, was discovered later in their garden."

"Though the police are giving out very few details, they have said that the murders were 'grisly' and 'yucky-yuck', so much so that detectives from the New York Special Victims Unit were brought over to aid in the investigation. Though the exact nature of the murders remains unknown to the media, I can tell you this much: it must be pretty sick."

Down at the forensics lab…

"Detectives Benson, Stabler, SVU."

"Oh, the New Yorkers, come on in," Dr. Hibbert crooned. "As you can see, Mr. DeGeorge died of asphysiation due to a crushed larynx. Huh he he heh!"

"What's so funny?" snapped Stabler.

"Ah, nothing, I just laugh for no reason every now and then." He leaned in dramatically. "It's the only thing keeping me from losing my nerve when dealing with the grim specter of death! Heh he he hee!"

"Awright, what else?"

"Well, the bruises, cuts and lacerations were matched to a shovel found near the crime scene. The blade was covered with blood, and, though DNA tests will take a while, preliminary tests show that the blood matches Mr. DeGeorge's type." He shook his head, the pulled the sheet back over the chalky face. "Now, the wife, she's the one who brought you guys out here." He pulled the sheet back to reveal her face and neck. "She died shortly after her husband, from severe blood loss. As far as we can tell, the blood was drained from her body through four small puncture wounds, two over the carotid artery, two over the jugular vein. Nearly all over her blood was drained from her body."

Stabler nodded. His partner asked,

"Is there any sign of sexual trauma?"

"None at all, to the husband or the wife."

"Were any hairs, or bodily fluids discovered at the scene of the crime?"

"None aside from the victims', but we're still sorting out all the fingerprints."

"Okay, thanks a lot."

"What do you think, Olivia? Vampire, blood fetish?"

"I don't know, the wife-maybe, but husband, just seems to brutal. I mean, all his blood was either in his body or on the ground. If you're a blood-drinker, why waste the blood?"

"Maybe a strictly heterosexual male vampire, or lesbian one?"

"Maybe. But the husband was killed first, and then the wife. And the daugther's missing, no signs of a struggle or forced entry."

"You think maybe she did it?"

"I don't know. Let's talk to a few of her friends and teachers, see if they can shed any light on this."

They interviewed the Simpsons at their home.

"She was always very polite. Sweet little girl," Marge stated.

"Were you very close to Felicia?" Stabler asked Eric. He hesitated, looking at his feet.

"We were…going out, I guess, for some time. I mean, I…knew her since I was in kindergarten. We grew up tohether. Her dad never liked me though." He looked up, blinking back tears. "Do you think she's alive?"

Stabler paused, pursing his lips. "Maybe."