See, I told you I get this chapter up. Hopefully, I didn't miss anything while proofreading. So here is a nice long chapter for you to read. Of course, Dick wolf owns the show, characters, etc. and I own my made up characters (especially Amy), etc. Enjoy!

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

SVU Squad Room

Tuesday, November 1st, 2005

Munch and Fin walked into the squad room. Cragen had called them early in the morning. They were next in line to do an investigation.

"How was it?" asked Stabler.

"Cold, brutal, blood and guts everywhere, and let's just say I'm glad I didn't have breakfast this morning," said Munch hanging his coat and hat on the rack.

"What he said," replied Fin and he sat in his chair without taking his coat off, "Canvassing for five hours straight. I've never been this tired."

"What he said," said Munch and sat down in his chair.

Both were tired. They both received the phone call from Cragen at 3:00 in the morning and were told to go somewhere in Spanish Harlem. When Munch had received the call, Cragen ordered him to call Amy and let her know what happened. However, Munch did not have the heart to wake her at such an early time. He left a note on his kitchen counter and called Fin to see if he could pick him up.

Cragen walked outside to do role call, but he instantly knew who was missing.

Amy Munch.

"Munch!" Cragen said loudly, "Where's your other partner?"

Munch became instantly awake at the sound of these words. "I…umm…"

"You did call her like I asked you to, did you?" Cragen asked severely.

"Well no. You see I only call her when we…"

"John…" said Cragen warningly.

"Captain!" shouted someone from the entrance of the squad room.

Amy was at the entrance of the squad room holding a tray of coffees and one tea.

"Sir, Munch did call me, but I had my vibrator on. Therefore, I did not receive his call."

Munch let out a sigh of relief. Cragen looked at Munch from Amy and then shrugged.

"I guess I'll let you off on this one just for this time. Just this time only. Do it again and we're going to have some problems," he said.

"Yes sir," said Amy and set down the tray off coffees and tea, "Happy Early Thanksgiving everyone."

Benson looked up from her paperwork and grabbed her coffee while looking from Amy to Cragen with menacing eyes. She was having a hard time on a case Cragen had assigned her last week, but when he assigned to her, she had arrived late to work that morning and got chewed up and spit out by him.

However, the boys liked her and if they liked her, she was going to have to get along with Amy or a new found pain in the ass as she called her nowadays. She was beginning to get on her nerves especially when she got a little too friendly with Stabler. That was her partner, not Amy's. Amy had two partners; she could get friendly with them. "Oh well," thought Benson, "At least she buys us coffee."

"Coffee, my new found friend," muttered Fin as he took the upper left one marked with an "F" on the side of the cup. The others followed right after he did.

"It's been your friend since you joined this squad," said Munch, "Remember that case…"

"Do me a favor, old bastard. Shut up and let me enjoy my coffee," said Fin before he took a sip with his eyes closed.

Munch grumbled as he sat down and took a sip of his tea.

"Children, mind telling me what's going on?" asked Cragen.

"Ask him," said Fin and pointed to Munch.

"Just tell me for God's sake," said Cragen, getting annoyed, "I understand it was a little early this morning when I called you and that you're tired, but what went down at the crime scene?"

"Well, apart from there being blood and guts everywhere, there was money everywhere too."

"Money?" asked Cragen, "Kinda cold to be robbing banks at night."

"Yeah, but since when does our government print on only one side of the bill?" ask Munch giving his signature peering-over-his-glasses look.

"Counter fit delivery gone bad then?" asked Stabler.

"Could've. I mean, who would get so pissed off and cut off your…" and Fin pointed to his groin.

"He didn't!" exclaimed Amy.

"Uhh…gross! Thanks a lot for that wonderful insight, Fin," said Benson, "You spoiled my coffee time!"

Cragen shook his head. "Good luck then with this case."

The phone rang on Munch's desk and Munch picked it up.

"Munch, here. Yeah…yeah…oh goodie! Well that's wonderful then. Well, wait until we get there. Why? Because I'm enjoying my tea time and I know you have wonderful details about our homicide. Yeah, okay. See you there. I can't wait," and Munch hung up the phone.

"Warner just got done performing the autopsy. She says she has interesting news for us," he said as got up from his chair to put on his coat and hat.

"Oh no," muttered Fin and he finished his half cup full of coffee in one gulp.

"Wait, I'll go with you. You guys look in no shape to drive," said Amy.

"No, not your car Amy. I don't really want to fight with John right now over who gets the passenger side," said Fin.

"And there's no way you're seeing this. I'm not letting you go. If I got grossed out to the point where I wanted to puke, then this is too ugly for you," said Munch, eyeing her with a stern look.

Munch and Fin tossed their notes to her.

"There was only one witness who found the body. Some elderly lady. We interviewed her, but do a follow up to see if she forgot to tell us something important. We'll call you once we find out the guy's name and priors," Fin said as he winked to her and left the squad room with Munch.

Amy waited until they climbed on the elevator and the doors closed. Then she turned around to the other three that were sitting around her.

"I suppose you want to her how Munch's date with Emily went," she said.

"Oh yes…yes, yes, yes!" said Stabler, "I gotta dogged him today about that. Remind me, will you Olivia?"

Benson rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever El, whatever."

"So how did it go?" asked Cragen.

The night before, Munch had a date with his new girlfriend, Emily Smith. She was a reporter from the New Yorker and they had been out twice the month before. Last night marked Munch going out with her for three times and Cragen had won the bet that Munch would not break it after two dates.

However, Munch had done one wrong thing. He had invited her to his apartment for a dinner for two. Now Munch could cook, since Amy had been helping him here and there in the kitchen, but he had over exaggerated his talents just a bit to make Emily think that he was almost a five-star chef. So he had run into the squad room desperately begging for help and Amy agreed to go to his place to help him out of his sticky situation. After begging to Cragen if they could leave early, they went to the local grocery store and got a few things to fix a nice meal. The result was saving Munch from a tight spot and Amy got to eavesdrop on them from her room which was shut and made Emily to think that it was his office.

"Now they were chatting about what was going on in the world when John curses himself because he forgot the wine to serve with the meal. So he starts muttering in Russian like he usually does when he is pist off and then Emily says she can understand him. So they begin to talk in Russian for the rest of the night and since I can't understand Russian, I got bored and left for home," said Amy finishing.

"Ahh…come on! You didn't leave because of that!" exclaimed Stabler, laughing.

"I had a feeling you would say that, so I taped part of the conversation before I left," and she brought her tape recorder.

In fact, she had taped the whole hour and a half conversation, but made another tape edited out that last hour and twenty-five minutes. Amy would go to the library later on and translate what they said since there was a lot of laughing on the tape.

The threesome looked from Amy to the tape recorder then backed to her again.

"You always carry this around with you?" asked Benson.

"A detective's best friend. I never leave home without it," said Amy smugly.

"Awww…I thought they were going to get down with it," said Stabler with a fake frown on his face.

Benson rolled her eyes and laughed. "Not on the third date, but maybe on fifth or seven date, then you'll probably get some action…"

Cragen shook his head and Amy looked from Stabler to Cragen then to Benson.

"I did NOT need to hear that! That was my disturbing thought for the day!" shouted Amy as she went to grab her coat to interview the witness while everyone else cracked up laughing.

M.E. WARNER'S OFFICE

ONE POLICE PLAZA

"So, what is the wonderful news you have in stored for us?" asked Fin as he entered the room.

"Well," began Warner, "Your guy was stabbed to death before he got his thing cut off."

"Lucky," muttered Munch half asleep whose head was slowly moving downward to his chest.

Fin and Warner looked at him. Fin shook his head.

"Cragen called us at three in the morning. We've both been half asleep, but if he's gonna start sleep walking and thinks he can get away with it…"

Fin looked around for something that looked like a cone. The closet item he got was an cylinder opened on both ends. He grabbed it and held it near Munch's ear.

"OLD BASTARD!" he shouted.

Munch startled and shouted, "I'm awake! I'm awake."

"The hell you were John!"

"Shut it, Fin. I'm an old…"

"Yeah, I know, I know. You're an old bastard."

"I'm an old man, Fin. Not an old bastard! How many times do I have to tell you…"

"Boys, can I please get on with my autopsy report?" asked Warner with some minor irritation in her voice.

Munch and Fin looked at each other and then nodded to her.

"Okay, well your murder weapon was a standard kitchen cutting knife. Also, he had his wallet on him. His name is Javier Ramos and it seems he's an immigrant from panama. He had his green card on him and…"

She happened to look up at Munch and Fin, who were sleeping.

"You boys are not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" she asked shaking her head.

"Ahem!" she coughed harshly and Munch and Fin jumped.

"As I was saying, he had his green card on him and a picture of his son."

Whatever tiredness Munch and Fin had, it quickly left them.

"He has a son?" asked Munch quickly.

"Apparently so. He had a picture of him in his wallet."

Munch and Fin exchanged quick glances. They did not find a kid at the crime scene or when they were canvassing.

"Uhh, fax us the rest of your report. We gotta go."

Warner nodded and the two detectives left in a hurry. Munch began to dial on his cell phone.

Diana Marsk's Residence

4227 W. 135 Street

Amy knocked on the door of the Diana Marsk, the elderly lady who had found the mutilated body near the dumpster when she went to take out her trash, was a lonely old woman who rarely got visitors. So she was surprised to see Amy waiting at her door with her badge ready when she opened it a bit.

"Ms. Marsk?" Amy asked.

"Yes dear? How may I help you?" Marsk asked Amy.

"I'm Detective Amy from the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. I believe they were two other detectives here today early this morning canvassing."

"Yes and I do believe I told everything I knew to those detectives. Do you need anything else?"

"I'm just doing a follow up ma'am. Standard procedure. May I come in?"

The elderly woman nodded and opened her door all the way. Amy walked in and looked around the small and cramp apartment. Marsk went passed her and into her kitchen when she began to fixed themselves some tea and cookies.

"Please sit down dear," said Marsk as she entered a few minutes later with a tray.

Amy sat down on a somewhat lumpy couch and took out her pen and memo pad. Marsk sat down the tray filled with the tea and cookies.

"Now, Ms. Marsk, the two detectives, who happen to be my partners, said you live alone and could not identify the body," began Amy, looking at some notes she had jotted down from Munch and Fin's notes.

"That is correct," said Marsk.

"You absolutely do not recognize him from any place you've recently been?"

Marsk nodded as she sipped some tea and Amy took her cup to take a sip.

"How did you find the victim again?"

"Why are you asking me these questions, again?"

"It's standard procedure to ask a witness a few more questions just in case the witness, such as yourself, remembers anything from the scene, but failed to tell the detectives at the scene of the crime."

They both sipped their tea again.

"I was taking my trash out because last night I forgot to. Anyway, I get down to the dumpster and it's locked. I go around to the side to open the latch and there he was, covered in blood and money."

"Money? You didn't tell that to the detectives at the crime scene this morning."

"That's because I…umm…well, I'd"

"Ma'am, did you take any of that money from the scene?"

Marsk nodded and Amy held back her sigh.

"Ma'am, it's not real. It's counter fit money. Why did you take it?"

"I needed to pay off my rent."

Amy looked down at the floor and at Marsk again.

"Where do you have it?" asked Amy.

"It's in my purse," said Marsk and she pointed to a small black purse on a nearby shelf.

Amy took out her eyeglasses cleaning cloth and opened her purse. She found a wad of money exactly like what her uncle described, it was printed on one side and the other side was blank. As she was taking it out and asked Marsk for a bag, her cell phone rang.

"Amy here. What! Whoa, whoa! Slow down, John. What? Possible kidnapping? Okay, okay, I'll meet you back at the house as soon as I can," and she hung up.

Marsk looked at her as she put the bag in her coat pocket along with her cell phone.

"Will I get in trouble?" asked Marsk hesitantly.

"What trouble? I found this money on the curb, remember Ms. Marsk?" asked Amy, "I would like to thank you for your time and here is my card if you remember anything else."

Marsk took her card and looked at Amy, very puzzled. Amy led herself out and right before she closed the door she said thank you for the cookies and tea. Marsk shook her head and looked at the card. She raised an eyebrow at the name.

SVU Squad Room

Amy rushed from the elevator to the squad room only to find Munch waiting for at the entrance.

"What took you?" he asked as he grabbed her and began to take her back to the elevator.

"I was reinterviewing your witness. She didn't remember much," said Amy.

"Well that's nice. Fin's downstairs in the parking garage. He's getting his car ready…"

"Hold it! I told you what I did, now it's time for you to tell me what you found out at Warner," she said as she jerked free from his grip and stopped at the window.

"Well Warner hasn't faxed us her autopsy report yet. We found out the guy has a kid and they're immigrants from Panama through his green card in his wallet. The vic's name is Javier Ramos. We ran the name through Immigration and they faxed us their last known address. So far this Ramos guy is clean, no priors here or in Panama. His son is about seven-eight years old."

"Okay this cases doesn't make any sense if the guy was clean and he had money all over his body like it was loose flower petals or something."

"Amy, if murder cases started making sense, especially sexually-motivated ones, then I might as well give up my badge and gun."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Where did he live?"

"Queens, somewhere on 47th and Greenpoint Street."

"Ugh. The Queensboro Bridge is gonna be packed because of lunch time by the time we get there in Fin's car. We'll take mine," and Amy started walking again.

"Umm one problem. Two-seater sports car and two old men who both argue about getting the passenger seat," said Munch and pointed at her.

"Men," muttered Amy and she took out her keys and jingled them.

Munch lowered himself a little and looked at her keys. A car remote key ring was on her set of keys and had an "H" on them.

"You didn't," whispered Munch.

"Yep, I did. That's the real raison d'être I bought you guys coffee and tea; to get my ass out of trouble."

She smirked and started walking to the elevator. Munch stood there for a moment before walking at a face pace to meet her there.

"What brand and model?"

"Honda Accord LX, black with tinted windows, six-CD player, cassette player, no sunroof though, too much money. Black leather interior, seats up to five and give me a drum roll please…" Amy said as she pressed the down button.

"Why?"

"It's more dramatic. Besides, Fin doesn't have a problem with it."

Munch rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he began to hit the wall at a slow beat.

"Too slow. Faster," said Amy.

Munch hit the wall at a faster rate, but still keeping the same beat.

"You're a lame drum roller. Anyway," she added quickly as her uncle glared at her, "It has four doors."

"Ooo," said Munch and he gave her his signature look-over-his-glasses look, "Why you got it in black?"

"Silver didn't look right on it," she said.

"Oh goodie! I get to ride in a government look-alike car!"

She shook her head and the elevator doors opened. They both climbed inside and Amy pressed the "B" button and the doors shut. They rode it down to the parking garage, where they had met Fin who was looking at Amy's car. He looked up when he heard people walking.

"Uh, hi. I was admiring this priceless…" Fin began.

"How did you know that was my car?" asked Amy confused.

"This is your car? On the salary you make?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah and your problem is…"

"How can you afford black leather interior?" asked Munch sternly, who had been pondering the same thing.

"When you have part of your college fund left over," said Amy and pressed the unlock button on the remote on her key ring.

Munch got a shocked look, but it passed and he climbed in the back of her car. Fin looked at him.

"What? No smart ass remark about why you should get the passenger side and I shouldn't?" he asked.

"Fin, do me a favor. Shut the hell up and get in the car," spat Munch.

Fin looked at Amy, who shrugged, and he climbed into the passenger side of the car. Amy turned it on and sped out of the garage.

Javier Ramos' Apartment

47th and Greenpoint Street

Queens

Amy slowed the car down around the apartment building. There was no one about. It was somewhat eerie with no movement around the building.

"This is the place, right?" asked Amy.

"Yeah," said Munch, looking at the fax.

"We should have brought Fin's car."

Fin glared at her.

"Sorry," said Amy as she shrugged.

"Oh ha ha, very funny."

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

"Not from where I'm sittin'."

"See, now you're being just as worse as John on a bad day of his ranting rampage."

Munch rolled his eyes and looked back out at the surrounding areas of the apartment building.

"Let me remind you that I have not gone a ranting rampage for one week, three days, seven hours…"

"We get the picture John," said both Fin and Amy annoyed.

Munch grumbled to himself, but stopped suddenly. He looked down at the fax, then out the window again. He took off his seatbelt to move closer to the window to make sure his old eyes were not playing tricks on him.

"That's him! That's him! He's the one with the backpack and teddy bear in his arm!"

Fin reached in the back and grabbed the fax out of Munch's hand and looked at it. Amy looked over Fin's shoulder. Sure enough, it was the boy on the fax.

"How are going to do this?" asked Fin.

Amy took off her blazer and holster. Munch and Fin looked at her.

"It's forty-four degrees and that's all you're wearing? A silk, tank top blouse!" exclaimed Munch.

"If the kid runs, just follow me okay?" said Amy.

"What!" cried Fin.

"Take the driver's seat, Fin."

"But Amy…"

"Just do it and don't wreck my car in the processes of chasing me or doing any action in particular!"

Amy stepped out of the car and began to walk towards the boy. He didn't notice her getting closer and closer until he finally looked up and at his house then at Amy. They only made eye contact for a second before he turned and ran into the alleyway.

"Wait! I'm the police! Stop!" cried Amy as she ran after the boy.

Amy ran after him while Fin floored the Accord and put on the siren, sending Munch forward and crashing into the passenger seat.

"Goddamn it Fin! Couldn't you have wait until I put my seatbelt on or at least switched seats!" roared Munch above the siren.

"Hey, Amy said follow her if the kid ran. Where does that alleyway lead to?" shouted Fin.

"I don't know! Turn here!"

"Quit telling me how to drive!" shouted Fin and he made a sharp left turn which threw Munch to the left side of the car.

"Ow! Dumb ass, slow down! Grannies on the road are safer than you are!"

Fin floored the car again and Munch crashed into the nearby seat.

Meanwhile, Amy was running to keep up with the boy. He was fast with a backpack on and a teddy bear in his arms. He had dropped the bear twice, but picked it up and ran again at full speed. He was knocking things like trash cans and boxes to slow down Amy, but she kept jumping over them until she hit the last box the boy could find and she stumbled.

The boy looked back at her and Amy recovered and began to run at full speed again. The boy reached a rusty chain linked fence and grabbed it. He shook it, but it did not break. Somehow, with one arm, he began to climb to the fence, reached the top, and leaped over it. He landed on his side, but got up and kept running.

"Aw, hell no!" shouted Amy, "Not the fence! Why the fence? Now would be a good time for my friends to show up."

But they didn't and as the boy began to get lose her, Amy increased her speed and took a running leap toward the fence. She grabbed the middle of it and climbed up to the top and jumped over, her blouse catching some rust stains before she landed. Amy was now fuming as she picked up the chase with the boy again, but that's when Munch and Fin appeared.

Fin apparently was having a good time with the chase. He had the base up on his favorite song and had ridden through every puddle and stained the side of her car. Munch was eager to get out and when Fin stopped the car, he leaped out and grabbed the boy.

"No! No! Let me go! What I do! What I do!" shouted the boy.

Amy ran over to Fin, who was dancing in the car.

"Having fun?" snarled Amy.

"Oh yeah. Sorry about the stains," he said smiling.

"I bet you're sorry Odafin Tutuola because you'll be the one paying for the car wash!" shouted Amy.

"What! No fair! I helped you out!"

"You're my partner! You're suppose to do that!"

"GUYS!" shouted Munch, "A little help with the kid here?"

"OUT! I'm driving, Fin," said Amy.

Fin reluctantly got out of the driver's side and went to help Munch. Amy turned down the bass and turned off the radio as Munch and Fin put the boy in the back of the car.

"I do nothing wrong! I do nothing wrong!" he kept crying.

"I'll stay with him," said Fin as held on to him from escaping.

Munch made sure Fin was in the car all the way before he shut the back door and climbed in the passenger seat. He looked at Amy, who looked at him.

"Nice blouse," said Munch smirking at the stains on her shirt.

"Shut the hell up Munch," growled Amy.

SVU Squad Room

Munch, Fin, and Amy had driven back to the squad room and had ridden up the elevator up to their office floor. All three of them had to hold the boy because he tired to make a break from Fin when Amy and Munch had opened the door for him. He had screamed all the up the elevator ride.

"Open the squad room doors!" yelled Munch to Amy over the boy's yelling.

Amy nodded and opened them.

"Make way! Coming through!" said Amy as she held them open for Munch and Fin.

No one except for Cragen and other detectives were in the squad room. Benson and Stabler had left for their lunch break and Cragen was eating his sandwich that he made when Amy came in. Now, he was up and about jogging to meet Amy.

"What's going on!" demanded Cragen.

"We found the victim's son!" shouted Amy.

"He had a son?"

"Yes! Can you please help us out?" asked Munch as he struggle to hold on to the boy, "He's been saying fifteen different things in Spanish and I only understand…oooff!"

The boy had kicked Munch in the stomach. Fin made a grab for his arm. He caught it, only to have his hand to be bitten by the boy.

"Ow! Goddamn!" cried Fin.

The boy now made a break for it the open squad room doors. Amy shut the door.

"Let me go! I do nothing wrong!" shouted the boy.

Amy took out her badge and showed it to him.

"We are the police. We are not going to hurt you. Just calm down," said Amy.

"But I do nothing wrong!" cried the boy.

"I know."

"Then why you take me?"

"Because…" and she looked at her captain, at a loss for words.

"What!" cried the boy.

"¿Habla español?" asked Amy.

The boy nodded and Amy told him what happen to his father in his native tongue.

"¡Qué significa usted¡El no puede estar muerto¡Acabo de lo ver anoche antes yo repasé a un sleepover en mi casa de amigo¡Usted miente¡Usted es un mentir a persona egoísta¡Usted lo mató!" Translation: What are you saying! He is not dead! He was fine when I left for my friend's house for a sleepover!You lie! You are a ignorant lying person! You killed him!

"Yo no lo maté. Otra persona hizo. Lamento mucho a mi niño." Translation: I didn't kill him. Someone else did. I am very sorry, my child.

"¡Si no era usted, entonces que lo hizo?" Translation: Then if you didn't, who did?

"Yo no sé, yo no sé. Lamento mucho." Translation: I don't know, I don't know. I'm very sorry.

The boy looked at her with tears in his eyes. He ran into her arms crying.

"There, there," said Amy embracing him, "It's okay now. You're safe."

She looked at her three comrades who were looking at her. Amy shrugged off their confused looks and picked up the boy and carried him to the crib.

One hour later…

Amy came downstairs an hour later. Munch and Fin were sitting there eating a quiet lunch. They looked up at her.

"You told him his father was dead, didn't you?" asked Munch.

"I had to. Otherwise, he would have ran out of those doors without another moment's hesitation," said Amy.

She sighed and sat in her chair. Fin tossed her a wrapped sandwich.

"Here," he said and Amy caught it.

"Thanks Fin."

Amy opened it. It was peanut butter and jelly, not her personal favorite, but it was something edible and it was not like she had it everyday.

"So what did he say to you?" asked Fin.

"He thought I killed his father and that I was a selfish lying person. He said the last time he saw his father was before he went over to his friend's house for a sleepover."

"Explains why he had the bear and backpack," said Munch, "Did he say what his name was?"

"Mario," replied Amy, "You didn't see his name on the fax?"

"No, all it said was that he had a son."

Cragen noticed Amy was downstairs from the crib and went out of his office to talk with her.

"Get anything from him?"

"Only that the last time he saw his father alive was before he left to a friend's house for a sleepover," said Amy.

"Is there a chance that his father arranged for that to happen so his son wasn't in harm's way?" asked Cragen.

"We're looking in to it now," said Munch.

"I see you understand the kid, Amy. You think I should wait and refrain from sending him to Children's Services until he's calm enough and can give us a few things about the case?"

"You mean place him the orphanage? No one will understand him! I forbade from doing it! If he just recently arrived from a foreign country and we just tossed him in an orphanage like he was a piece of trash just because we don't have enough man power to baby sit him, then he needs time to still adjust to his surroundings!"

"He came in September," said Fin.

"So?" insisted Amy, "Let's keep him until the end of the trial if he's a potential. I know you might get hammered from up on high, but we don't know if Mario is in danger. He might know something that he might…well…get silenced for."

Cragen looked at her. "If you insist on keeping this kid till the end of the trial, then you're gonna have to take desk duty."

"But Captain…" began Amy.

"I'm not running a baby sitting joint here, detective. Either we get what need out of him and make certain arrangements for him at Children's Services or it's desk duty until the end of the trial if he's a potential witness. What's it gonna be?"

Amy looked at Munch and Fin.

"Do you guys really need me?" she asked.

"If it means we get to drive your car, then no," said Fin.

"I'm not letting you drive it and, by the way, where's my car wash money?"

"Then yeah, we do need you," said Fin.

Cragen rolled his eyes. "I need an answer," he said.

"Fine then, desk duty," said Amy with a frown.

"Okay then," said Cragen, "We'll keep the kid here until he gets some accommodations."

Amy nodded and went back to eating her sandwich.

The plot thickens! So what do you think? R&R please! I would really appreciate it!