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Enmity:
Chapter 4: Pictures and Shrinking

Munch, Olivia and Elliot stepped out of the car and looked around.

"You sure this is the right address?" Elliot asked.

Munch nodded and looked around. Olivia pointed to the busted down door and said, "There."

The three detectives walked in, and looked around. Elliot noticed the hole in stairs, while Olivia noticed a couple drops of a dark liquid on the floor. They headed up the stairs, one at a time, and then walked into an apartment. They heard Fin's voice telling Daisy to stay awake.

They walked into the bedroom and spotted Fin and Daisy sitting on the ground. Daisy had a cut on her forehead, split lip, was cradling her wrist, the color from her face was drained and she looked like she was about to pass out.

"Daisy, what happened to you?" Olivia asked as she took the first aid kit from Munch and bent down next to the fellow female detective.

"She fell down a flight of stairs," Fin told her.

"And you didn't call a bus?" she asked angrily, glaring at Fin with a fury.

"She didn't want me too," Fin defended meekly.

Olivia huffed with frustration and started to clean Daisy's cut, despite her protests. Elliot started looking around. He didn't have to look hard. The second he turned around he saw what they need to come down to the apartment for.

"Whoa," Elliot murmured.

Olivia and Munch both looked. Olivia was stunned speechless, but Munch could never be speechless.

He moved in closer to inspect it. It was a wall, covered with pictures of the victim. Completely covered with pictures, there was not an empty space on that wall. There were pictures of her at her office, at her apartment, at different stores, and pictures with a background that didn't look like they came from New York City. There were pictures of her with friends, family, coworkers, and with other people on the street.

"He must have been stalking her for a couple years," Munch stated, looking at the different haircuts. "It even looks like he followed her across the Atlantic to London."

"Or his company sent him over the Atlantic, too," Daisy said, right before crying out in pain as Olivia felt for broken ribs.

"There's got to be more then this," Elliot said. "Go through all the rooms."

They split up. Olivia stayed with Daisy to wrap her wrist in bandages while the rest of the detectives searched the apartment.

After several minutes of searching all they could come up with was more pictures.

"You've guys got anything new?" Elliot asked.

"Other then the Victoria's Secret fantasy, no," Munch said, holding up the Victoria's Secret catalog.

"Just more pictures."

"Daisy, you should sit down," they heard Olivia scold.

"I'm fine," Daisy stated as she walked towards the guys. "Do you have anything to identify this guy?"

They shook their heads and Daisy headed into the bedroom. She started going through the clutter of pictures and garbage with her good arm when Fin spoke.

"We've already searched through this. You should sit down."

"I'm fine," Daisy responded, as she kept shifting through the room.

"We've been over this room and found nothing. You should relax," Fin told her as she tried to lift up a heavy mattress.

"You didn't look hard enough," Daisy said, as she showed him a stack of fake IDs all with the same picture that she found stuck between two mattresses.

Fin took them out of her hand and stared at them in disbelief. "How did we miss those?"

As he bagged the IDs up, Daisy moved on to a stack of magazines. She knocked them over with her foot, creating an unexpected noise that attracted all of the detectives.

"What's going on?" Elliot asked.

"The stack of magazines fell over," Fin said.

Daisy was too busy looking at the floor. What those magazines were stacked on was a large Bible. This Bible was larger then she had ever seen, and thicker. Curiosity got to her as she picked it up.

"Oh good, this creep is a Bible reader," Munch quipped.

Daisy didn't answer. She placed the Bible on her left arm, ignoring the pain, and began flipping through. The first few pages were just normal pages, and then she found that the pages had been cut out to make a secret compartment for a scrapbook.

Daisy pulled out this new scrapbook, and let the Bible fall to the ground. She started looking through it, and almost dropped it. This scrapbook had pictures of the victim, articles from her company's newsletter, and more pictures.

She showed everyone the pictures and articles. An eerie silence fell over them and they felt like someone was watching them.

"You need a ride home?" Fin asked Daisy at the precinct after they sent all the new evidence to the lab.

"No, I'm fine," Daisy told him.

"You sure?"

Daisy sighed. "I'm fine. I appreciate the help, but I just don't need it."

"It's no trouble, I could drop you off at a doctor," Fin told her, eyeing up the damage the stairs had done to her.

Daisy shook her head and said, "I'm fine. Good night."

Daisy was stiff the next morning. Getting up was a very difficult feat, but she managed. She popped two Advils into her mouth, and then headed out to work. She was the third person in, being beaten by Cragen and Munch.

"How are you feeling?" Cragen asked.

She tried to shrug, but was too sore to completely shrug. She went over to the coffee and started looking around.

"You know coffee is that black liquid in the pot right in front of you," Munch said dryly, coming up to her.

Daisy leered at him and said, "I'm looking for a tea bag."

"I thought only us 'old' guys drank tea," Munch replied Then he added, "Of course there are also the Brits."

Daisy didn't say anything, but gave him a cool look. She poured some hot water and then added a tea bag. Munch watched her and said after a moment, "Shame."

"What?"

"Here I thought you would be ready with a witty remark, and you had nothing. It's disappointing," Munch told her with a smirk.

"See, I thought that last remark about the British was just your mind slipping back into the mindset of five-year-old's, like most people who can remember personal experiences on the Mayflower," Daisy replied before walking back to her desk.

"Yup, she's fine," Munch told Cragen.

The day went on. The rest of the detectives filed in and Daisy began to run the fake licenses, while Olivia and Elliot brought the picture to the victim to see if she could ID him. When they began to get hits on different licenses, Fin and Munch went out to check out the reports, while Daisy stayed in the precinct running the rest of the licenses.

While Daisy was typing something, the Special Victim Unit's psychiatrist, George Huang, walked up to her desk and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Dr. George Huang, the-"

"Yeah, you're the shrink," Daisy finished for him, not looking up from her work.

"And you're Daisy Clampett, right?"

"That's what they tell me," Daisy answered cheerfully, but with a hint of bitterness also.

"So, Daisy, how do you like New York City?"

Daisy looked up quickly, and stared at George uneasily. She didn't answer right away, and finally she asked, "Are you trying to shrink me?"

"I just asked a simple question, I'm not trying to shrink you," George told her with a smile.

"Right and the US of A government doesn't lie to you," Daisy answered with a laugh.

"Don't you mean 'us'?" George asked with an eyebrow raised.

"See, you're shrinking me."

"I'm just trying to see if you meant 'us' or 'you'," George defended.

"What did you think I meant?"

"I think you meant 'you'."

"Then it's settled, that's what I meant. Thanks for clearing it up, Doc."

George sighed and asked, "So, Daisy, why'd you pick SVU to work in?"

She shrugged and got up to file something. George waited for an answer that never came. He followed her and asked, "Daisy, minding telling me why police officers don't like psychiatrists?"

"Same reason homeless people don't like cops, they know they're all out to get them."

George was stunned at this blunt answer. Finally he said, "Fine, I'm trying to shrink you. Do you think this case has affected you?"

Daisy tensed up and slammed the filing cabinet shut. The sound echoed through the precinct, causing a couple people to stop what they were doing.

Daisy stared down the psychiatrist. Her eyes were cold and icy, and her expression was mean and spiteful. George squared his shoulders and stood up tall. He kept a blank face while Daisy was staring him down.

Finally, Daisy broke the stare and said, "No, this case hasn't affected me."

The detectives came in for night. They had found nothing, and knew they were going down a dead end. Olivia and Elliot had already headed home, when Daisy got a call.

Her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up. "Speak."

There was a pause where Daisy let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair. "It's good to hear your voice," she said into the phone.

There was another pause where she sat up straight and her face drained of both color and emotion. "What happened?" she asked eagerly into the phone.

In the next moment she dropped the phone. The clunking noise bounced around the squad room, causing Munch and Fin to stare at her. She was staring off in space with a look of pure horror. She violently shook herself out of the trance.

She picked up the phone and said in a shaky voice, "Thanks for telling me about this. I'll call you later."

She hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She walked over to her locker, searching for something, but didn't know what. Munch walked up to her and asked, "You want to talk about it?"

She turned on him, eyes glaring at him with resentment. "No I don't want to bloody talk about it! Because there's nothing you can do to change it, and there's nothing I can do to change it either!" she snapped at him as she slammed her locker door shut.

Munch backed away from her as she stormed past him and to her desk. Fin walked up to her. "Need a drink?"

"God yes."

"Come on, I know a great place."

The two grabbed their coats and headed out the door. Munch headed over to Daisy's phone, having a worse curious nature then that dead cat, dialed 69.

A female recorder voice came on saying, "Star sixty nine only work for phone numbers in the US, Canada and Mexico."

Munch hung up the phone with a grin.