Disclaimer: Don't own Law and Order CI. If I did, the show would be A LOT different and I'd have all sorts of cameos...

Author's Notes: I need to work on Apathy, I know, but I've hit a real brick wall with it. D So instead, I've decided to embark on this new fic for the time being while I figure out what I'm going to do with Apathy. This fic has been swimming around in my head a lot lately, and I already have a lot of the stuff planned out. This should be a fun case file, especially with all the pressure it's going to put on the crew. I hope you enjoy it. Please review, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Also, I'm looking for a beta who will read my stuff and not make fun of me for some of the stuff I come up with. If you are interested send me a message or an e-mail. Please and thanks.

Prologue

"Help me! Please, someone help me!" a female's frantic cries echoed along the deserted street.

"Shut up bitch." came a harsh reply followed by a slapping noise. There was a yelp before all else seemed to fall silent. A moment later choked sobs were heard, followed by a man's pleasured groaning. Then there was another bout of silence before a gunshot rang out. Finally, silence took over once more, almost as if nothing had happened.

A while later two young men on skateboards headed down the street, grinning and joking with each other. One of them cried out in surprise as his skateboard caught on something, a sock he assumed, and threw him to the ground. His friend stopped and looked at the ground and gasped, practically tripping over himself.

"Man, call 911, there is a dead chick over here!" he exclaimed. His friend, having gathered himself, pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?" someone inquired.

"Um, we just found a dead girl...she...she...she's dead." the boy stated, seeming in slight shock.

"What is your location?" the operator inquired.

"Um...we are at the intersection of East 72nd and Park Central...not far from Central park." he answered in a shaky fashion, watching his friend crouch down near the body. "Don't touch anything." he hissed out before turning his attention back to the phone call.

"Just stay calm, don't touch anything, and stay there. Help is on the way." the 911 operator stated. A moment later the boy hung up and stood back, his friend coming to stand beside him as they looked at the dead body.

"This can't be good..." the boy who made the call muttered as they waited for help to arrive.

Flashing lights, sirens, crime tape, and all other sights and sounds that came with a crime scene crowded the street. Men and women in blue uniforms patrolled around, keeping the few civilians who had gathered there from tampering with the crime scene. A large man pushed past the uniform officers, his much smaller female partner at his heels. He approached a uniformed police officer who was standing near two teenage boys. The large man flashed his badge.

"I'm Detective Robert Goren, this is my partner Detective Alex Eames, we are from the Major Case squad. What happened?" he inquired, putting his badge away, Eames stepping up beside him.

"Well," the uniformed officer began, "this is Conner Bergivin and Sam McPhearson. They are the two who found the body while skating on by. Conner here got tripped up when his board hit her arm. That's when they saw the dead body and called police."

"I see..." Goren looked over the two boys who seemed startled, frightened, and nervous. Without another word he left and wandered over to the body where one of the assistant M.E.s was looking over the body, leaving his partner to get the two boy's information.

"Death was caused by a shot to the head. We recovered the shells and will be able to get the bullet out when we do the autopsy. We'll get them to ballistics as soon as possible." the young man stated, watching as Goren circled the female, a frown crossing his lips. The girl's pants and underwear were pulled down and there was obvious trauma to her genitals, a sign of rape.

"Well, no matter how much my partner and I have been waiting for a case...this seems like something sex crimes would take care of, isn't it? It's a rape homicide...not something we usually deal with. Why were we called in?" he inquired, watching as the M.E. shrugged helplessly. Sighing, he turned to a nearby officer. "Excuse me."

"What can I do for you Detective?" the young officer inquired, looking a little green in the face. Goren could only guess it was his first homicide.

"Do you have any idea why this case was giv--"

"Goren!" Eames called out rather urgently. Goren offered the officer an apologetic smile and made his way over to Eames.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Look." she stated, her hand trembling as she lifted up a New York driver's license.

Name: Jennifer Deakins

Age: 17

D.O.B: March 7th 1989

Goren cursed under his breath.

"Um, Detective Goren?" a tentative female voice inquired.

"What?" he answered, continuing to stare at the license.

"Your Captain is here."