A/N: sorry about the long wait, took my beta reader some time to proof read through my work, but you've got to love her because without her every time I wrote "captain" it would be spelt "c-a-p-t-i-o-n". Damn words that sound the same! and thanks for taking time out of your life and reading this! and thanks if you review!


Enmity
Chapter 12: A Sabotaging Clampett?

A ringing sound buzzed in Fin's ears. He opened his eyes and looked at the ringing cell phone on the ground. He looked at Mary who was still asleep peacefully. As the phone went off again, Fin quickly snatched it up.

"Tut-" he started.

"Mary, get on the first plane out of New York. I told you I didn't want you over there and see, I had good reason not to," a female British voice scolded. "And unless you want to run into your past, you need to leave America immediately."

"Who the hell is this?"

"Who's this?" the voice asked right back.

"Odafin Tutuola."

"Oh bugger," and then the other line went dead.

Fin placed the phone back down and stared at Mary. She was sleeping peacefully; taking deep, even breaths, and a smile on her face. A lock of curly hair fell across her forehead, and he gently brushed it off. She stirred and opened her eyes. When she saw him, she smiled wider and greeted him groggily, "Hello."

"I didn't mean to wake you," Fin said, stroking her cheek softly with his thumb.

"No, it's fine. What time is it?"

He glanced over at the clock and held in a groan. "It's six thirty."

"Eleven ten in London," Mary mumbled to herself.

"What was it like?"

"What?"

"Living in London?"

"It was nice; we had a lot of Indian restaurants there. I don't know why."

"So, how much does Munch know about you?"

She shrugged. "As far as I can figure, he knows Daisy Clampett doesn't exist." She looked at the clock and said, "I'm hungry. Do you want something?"

"Coffee, if you have it," Fin requested, resting his head on the pillow.

Mary nodded, got up and got dressed. She headed into the kitchen and started searching for coffee and something to eat. Fin closed his eyes and rested 'til he smelt coffee, and that was enough motivation to get him up.

He got dressed and head over to the coffee. Mary sat at her table, sipping a cup of tea, staring off in space, thinking. Fin poured himself some coffee and sat down. He stared at her, questions tumbling in his head and finally one forced its way out. "Do you know why your rapist targeted you?"

Mary turned her attention to him and answered, "No, I'm not quite sure why. I had a reputation in London; they media made me the face of the Special Branch, so that's one way he could have known me."

"You don't buy it?"

"No, well, I believe that he was stalking me. At the crime scene he left a fake New York driver's license that he used to a rent an apartment, where the Metropolitan police found a scrapbook and pictures of me with newspaper articles about me. I just think from the way he talked to me, like I had spoken to him once or twice, but I can't ever remember seeing him before then."

"So, you came over here to try and find him?"

"Yes and no. The technical reason I came over here was to start over and be safe, but the real reason was to try and find him."

He nodded and picked up the newspaper lying on her table. As he turned over the front page, Mary stopped him.

"Can I see this?" she asked as she snatched it out of his hands. She scanned a headline and an article quickly, gave it back to Fin and then retrieved a scrapbook. He gave her a puzzled look and she started flipping through the pages.

"What is it?"

"The convenience store," she muttered.

Fin looked back on the front page and there was a little blog about a convenience store holdup. "What about it?"

Mary stopped on an article about the convenience store holdup that she had been involved with. She scanned it over and then motioned Fin to come closer. "See, look at this.

"'An American business man named Ethan says that Detective Tudor was like their personal angel, sent there to help protect them.' I'm so thick, that's how he knew me. He was one of the hostages."

"I thought you didn't recognize him though."

"I never got a good look at any of the hostages' faces, except the ones who were seriously injured. He could have easily been the person with a sprained wrist or had superficial cuts along his arms."

"All right, let's say it is the same guy. How do we find him?"

"The newspaper might know his last name, but he might have lied." She paused but then hope rose in her face. "The hospital! Everyone involved in the holdup had to go there, even if they had no serious injuries. The hospital would have it."

"How do we get it?"

"Abigail."

Mary grabbed her phone and dialed. "Abigail, I might know how to find Ethan. You need to get the records to Brook General Hospital, the day of the holdup. Look for the name Ethan, with superficial wounds, and have Locke search the records of the newspaper, 'This is London' for the names of people the interviewed and the name of the person who said I was an angel sent to help protect people in the store."

As Mary was catching her breath, having said all that in two breaths, Abigail had a chance to talk. Mary eyes went round and she asked, "When?" She glanced at the clock and did the math quickly in her head. "That's in thirty minutes, Abigail! … Okay, thanks for the heads up."

She hung up the phone and said, "We need to get the precinct now."

"Why the rush?"

"I'm about to get a blast from my past."

Once Mary was situated at a computer in a back room at the precinct, Fin asked, "Do you know what you're looking for?"

"Once I find it I'll know."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"That thing with Jeffries-"

"She's my cousin," Mary interrupted. Before Fin could ask Mary answered, "On my mother's side. I'm only half English."

"And your mother was-"

"The same person who named me after a queen that killed over three hundred people, and my mother was Monique's father's sister."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"You just did," she told him with a smile.

"That phone call you got a couple days ago."

"It was about my father. He's sick and he has his bad months were he thinks I'm a fifteen year old and he's still married. Once he snaps out of them, he can't remember anything that happened during those months. He recently came out of a period of a bad six months only to find out that I was dead, and he tried to steal another patient's medicine to overdose with. That phone call was Abigail informing me about my father's condition."

"I'm-"

"You better get out there before Elliot realizes you've been missing," Mary quickly cut him off. He nodded and exited.

When Fin had arrived at the precinct it was just Elliot, and now Munch and Olivia were there, too. He mumbled some greetings to them and sat down.

"So, how went the baby-sitting?" Munch asked. "I was so jealous that you got to have the night shift."

Fin shrugged and Elliot asked, "Anyone seen the Captain?"

They all shook their heads. "Strange, isn't it? Cragen's usually the first one here, so where is he now?"

"We getting anywhere in the Tescorkski case?" Elliot asked.

"I got a list of the all the business meetings Leyna went to that were held in England and where about in England, and then I asked the place of the meeting to send back a list of every American company that was a part of it. But so far I haven't heard a word from them," Olivia answered him.

"I haven't heard from the London police about if they had an matching MOs either," Elliot told her. He paused and asked, "Did you personally talk to the places in England?"

"No, Clampett said she would do it for me," Olivia answered as realization dawned on her. "Do you think Clampett been sabotaging out investigation? And why?"

"To stop us from realizing the truth," Munch told her.

"What is the truth then Munch?" Elliot asked, clearly patronizing him.

"Let me explain something first," Munch said. "I did a little research on Daisy Clampett and found out she doesn't exist. Which makes you wonder who is our little Daisy really is. Then I found this."

He took out a printed article and passed it around. When Fin saw the title, his heart started pounding in his ears.

"This article is about a British cop and civilian who were found murdered. The cop was a female and she was raped," Munch told them.

"'Cop and Cop's Son Found Murdered. British Detective Tudor was found murdered with best mate, Joe Waters, in an alleyway late last night. The Metropolitan Police force is hold back details of the murdered, but it is rumored that drugs were involved,'" Olivia read. She shrugged at Munch and asked, "So, what does that have to do with Daisy?"

"She was an assistant murderer."


A/N2: right, if anyone has any questions that they would like answered, now's the time to ask them. and review if you have anything to say, even if it is totally off topic or in some vague way relates to any of the Laws & Orders.