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Lyrics from "Only Happy When it Rains" by Garbage

I'm only happy when it rains
I'm only happy when it's complicated
And though I know you can't appreciate it
I'm only happy when it rains

You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
I'm only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me

I'm only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I'm only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains

You'll get the message by the time I'm through
When I complain about me and you
I'm only happy when it rains

Munch booted up his personal computer and waited for the screen to load. It was 2 in the morning and he knew he should have his butt in bed. He listened to the sounds of the city outside of his apartment as he logged onto AOL.

Something was bothering him and as usual, when things bothered him, he had to get to the bottom of it. It had to do with a statement Elliot had made earlier that day during lunch. The four detectives had taken a break from fighting crime and was grabbing a quick bite to eat at Meloni's.

"…yeah, I was always that kid that was picked last for the sports."

Elliot, Monique and Olivia laughed. "I would have picked you for my team," Olivia said, patting Munch on the arm.

"I won't even lie to you Munch, I would definitely pick you last," Elliot said around his mouthful.

"And why is that?" Munch asked, feigning hurt.

"I can't imagine you'd be an adept wrestler."

"On the contrary, I'll have you know that both my ex-wives said that was about all I was good for."

Olivia and Monique laughed, while Elliot shook his head.

"You were a wrestler, Elliot? In high school? What school did you compete for?" Monique asked, spearing a potato from his plate with her fork.

"I went to school in Boston," Elliot said smoothly, batting her hand away.

Munch's sandwich stopped halfway to his mouth. "Boston," he said, wrinkling his forehead. "Elliot I thought you grew up in upstate New York somewheres?"

Olivia snuck Elliot a quick look. Elliot, unfazed, shook his head. "No, I grew up in Massachusetts."

Olivia had to hand it to him, he was a pretty good liar. The conversation moved on to other topics, and finally the four detectives threw down their cash and parted ways. Munch stared at the retreating duo, lost in thought.

"Hel-lo," Monique said, jabbing him in the side. "We going back to the crime scene sometime today or what?"

"Elliot lied about where he was from," Munch said in reply, turning back to his partner. "Don't you think that is odd?"

Monique cocked her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been working with Elliot for two years now, and he's from some town up North…we talked about it…I'll know the name when I see it. What I want to know is why he said he grew up in Massachusetts."

"John…" Monique said wearily. She hated it when Munch went off on these tangents. "You probably just heard wrong the first time. Who would lie about where they grew up?"

"Exactly…"

Monique rolled her eyes. "I swear John, you're only happy when it rains. Seriously, why would anyone lie about that?"

And it was that question that had Munch up at 2 in the morning conducting research. The name of the town had come to him earlier in the day, Lewiston. He was positive that Elliot's family came from Lewiston, New York.

He typed in "Elliot Stabler" and "Lewiston, New York" in the search engine and watched as the hits started rolling in. Indeed, there were quite a few articles on Elliot's high school wrestling career, his many accolades and awards. Satisfied that he had been right, he reached to click off the screen, when a particular link caught his eye. Clicking on it, he pulled up the page.

"Holy shit…" he murmured as he read the article.

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"I'm telling you, anyone who makes that much money a year should play rain or shine."

Olivia threw Brian a look. "But if his ankle is hurt…"

"Tape it up and shut the fuck up," Brian grumbled. Olivia and Monique threw each other a look and just laughed. Munch walked into the squad, searching for someone.

"About time you got here," Monique called out. Spotting her, he beckoned her out into the hallway. She followed him around the corner.

"Where's Stabler?" he asked, looking around her shoulder.

"What's with this Deep Throat crap? What do you want?"

"I need your help Jeffries," he said in a low whisper.

"Okay…"

"Elliot's father, a police officer, did you know he was a police officer? Anyway, he was murdered in the line of duty," Munch said in a rush. He didn't want Elliot popping back in before he could say everything. "The department at the time had no leads to the crime."

Monique's eyes widened. "Where…where did you get all this information?"

"When I was Googling Elliot's name last night," he said matter-of-factly. "Which, by the way, he grew up just where I said he did."

Monique digested this. "That is awful…about his dad."

"That's why I need your help," John said. "There was practically no information in the news articles, but I was able to glean that Elliot's whereabouts that night, as well as his younger brother's, was in 'question' but that's it. But you know how small towns are about their cops. They're practically Gods. It didn't even say how he died."

"John…I'm not sure exactly why you are telling me this..."

"I want to re-open Elliot's father's murder."

Again Monique's eyes widened. "You want to what!"

"Yes, that's where I need your help," he said excitedly. "I want you to take the trip with me this weekend to find and re-interview the detectives who were on the case. There's has to be a reason why Elliot would lie-"

"John," Monique said quickly, holding up her hand. "John, John, John. You can't…investigate a fellow detective. Have you lost your mind?"

"How else am I supposed to find out about it? It's either that or ask Elliot out right."

"No," she said, shaking her head furiously. "Out of the question. Then you are going to have to answer as to how you came across this information. John, this is none of your business. I want you to drop this. Now."

"Monique-"

"I mean it John," she said, raising her voice. A few heads turned their way. Lowering her voice, she said, "Look. I don't want to hear anything more about this. Now, let's get back to work."

Reluctantly he followed her back into the squad room. He would agree to drop the matter for the time being to spare pissing off his partner, but it wasn't his nature to let a good old-fashioned murder mystery go unsolved.