Enmity
Chapter 13: Munch's Theory and Name Calling
Elliot shook his head and asked, "If she's an assistant murderer, how'd she get a badge? How'd she get her way into this precinct? How'd she fool the Captain along with the rest of us?"
"She lied, Elliot. She lied about everything. Nothing she said was the truth."
"How do you even know it the same guy who killed this Detective Tudor?" Olivia asked.
"You want more proof, fine." Munch pulled a few more articles and started listing them off. "This article, 'Bloody Mary Found Bloody One Last Time,' says that needle marks were found on the detective's body, and there were traces of heroin, cocaine, ecstasy and a tranquilizer in her blood."
"Who's Bloody Mary?"
"Detective Mary Tudor, but everyone called her Bloody Mary," Munch answered.
"Okay, what's the motive to kill Bloody Mary and rape Leyna?" Elliot asked.
"Think about it - Mary's a cop, she probably pissed of a hundred people."
"Okay, but why Leyna then? She didn't seem the type to piss anyone off."
Munch hadn't quite figured that part out yet, but he could wing it. "The murder was probably Daisy's idea, but Ethan performed it. And committing the murder probably gave Ethan a sense of power that he didn't want to lose. So, he went out and tried to commit another murder to feel powerful again."
Captain Cragen came into the squad room with two unknown men as Munch was discussing his theory. They shared a look after looking around the precinct that clearly showed they were unimpressed, and shook their heads. Cragen came up to the four detectives and said, "Everyone, these are Detectives Locke and Groves from the Special Branch in London. They think our perp might be the same one who killed a fellow cop. Work with them and help each other."
Detective Groves stepped forward and asked, "Which one of you is the lead detective?"
Elliot stepped forward. "That would be me, Detective Stabler and these are my partners Detectives Benson, Munch and Tutuola."
"All right, I'm Groves and what do you have on this bastard?"
"Not much. He did leave his DNA in his victims, but it doesn't match anything in our system."
"Did you just say 'victims'?"
"Yeah, Tescorkski and Clampett."
"Who the hell is Tescorkski? We only heard about Clampett."
"She is our first victim."
"Why didn't we hear about her then? If it was the same guy, why did we only hear about Clampett? Are you holding back on us?"
"Whoa, easy, Groves," Locke said. He turned to the detectives and apologized. "Sorry about my partner. He and Mary were good friends; she was a good friend to all of us. Everyone at the Special Branch is upset that we can't find the bastard who killed her and right now he looks like your perp."
"What kind of good friends?" Fin asked before he could stop himself.
Groves smiled and said, "I only wished we were that kind of good friends. She had a great ass."
"So, how close are you to getting this bloke?" Locke asked Elliot.
"Our first victim could ID him if we had him, and his drug dealer doesn't know anything about him except his money's clean," Elliot informed them.
"Those damn Chavsters, they're good for nothing," Groves growled.
Munch, Olivia, Elliot and Fin shared blank stares among themselves. "What's a Chavster?" Fin finally asked.
"A gangster to you. They're in the peasant class, fake designer clothes, with what you call 'bling' and often drug users," Locke explained.
"What's a Chavette then?"
"Same thing only in the female form of the word."
Groves sighed and asked impatiently, "May we see the files for those two victims?"
Elliot nodded and handed it over. Locke and Groves huddled around the folder, talking solemnly with each other. They became so absorbed with the folder and conversation that they forgot they were out of their jurisdiction. Groves would randomly hit Locke for something or punch the desk, letting the American detectives all knew which one was the hothead of the group. Locke would respond by saying something in Latin that sounded like a prayer, and Groves would calm down.
Their discussion ended abruptly when Groves turned away from Locke furiously. "I want to speak the first victim," he barked.
Olivia and Elliot shared a glance. Olivia spoke what they were both thinking. "I don't think that is such a great idea. The victim is at a very sensitive time right now, and-"
"Oh, she had long enough to recover, she would be fine if I asked her some questions."
"How many rape cases have you dealt with where the victim was alive?" Olivia asked angrily. Groves didn't answer because the truth that he had never worked a rape case before. Olivia knew what the silence meant and continued, "You wouldn't know how to handle the interview. We already did one and she won't be able to help anymore, so I am not going to let you force this woman to relive the scariest moments of her life."
"I'm sure she's a tough bird; she would be fine. Besides, we're trying to find a murderer and that is a higher priority then your little rapist," Groves said.
"Our rapist and your murderer is the same guy!" Munch reminded him angrily.
"Sod off, old codger," Groves snapped at him.
"Hey, you back off!" Fin yelled. "You're in our jurisdiction."
"Why don't you go check in on your tarts, you ponce!" Groves replied nastily.
Elliot stepped up to Groves and said, "We're not letting you interview our victim. This is our case, so why don't you sit down?"
"You can't tell us what to do. We're going to interview the victims, catch this bastard and take him back to England, all the while blackballing you to the press."
"You'd make the victims relive their hell just so you could get glory?" Elliot retorted.
"It's not about glory, it's about getting the guy who killed Mary," Groves answered.
"What would Mary say if she could hear you now, Groves?" Locke asked sadly. "What do you think she'd say if she saw what you've become?"
Groves' face softened and he looked sadly at the ground.
"If I was her, I'd say he's being a Machiavellian bastard."
Everyone looked over to where the voice was. Mary was standing on the other side of the squad room holding some papers. Locke and Groves stared in horror and amazement, while Elliot, Olivia, and Munch looked at her with confusion.
"Hi, I'm Detective Daisy Clampett, the second victim," Mary said at light speed, praying they would keep their mouths shut long enough to catch on. "I'm sure you want to interview me, and I'll gladly do so, but first your boss sent this over."
Her old partners stared at her dumbfounded. Groves' mouth hung open and Locke's hand reached for the folder she was holding, staring at her in bewilderment. He finally stuttered, "You're... you're... Daisy?"
Groves' mouth snapped shut and turned to the Americans. "Is this some kind of sick joke? It's not funny, you bastards!"
Mary stepped up to Groves and stared him down. "Detective Groves, I wish you would restrain from such outbursts and reconsider your opinion about these fine detectives that have helped me when I arrived at this precinct only a few days ago."
Groves nodded in submission and Mary flashed her teeth. "Now I could have sworn I heard some name calling earlier and I don't think these detectives deserved it."
Groves blinked and then understood. "It's not like they were anything too bad," he defended.
"Still, I don't think they deserve it."
"How in hell is Daisy doing that?" Olivia whispered to Elliot. He shrugged in response.
Groves looked at his shoes guiltily and mumbled to the Americans, "I never should have lost my temper before and called you all names. My apologies."
Olivia, Elliot and Munch stared at him and Mary, completely lost and amazed. Fin, on the other hand, held in a smile. Since he already knew about Mary he could focus on how she was interacting with her two former partners. It was obvious that they respected her, and looked up to her. She was kind and treated them like brothers, and by no means acted condescending towards them. Yet, she knew how to order them around without giving a single command. She could tell Groves to cool down without snapping at him. No wonder she had such a hard time trying to take orders from Elliot or anyone else; she was used to running the show.
Locke had begun looking through the folder that Mary handed him and didn't know how to feel. First he was shocked, then he was angry that the information had been in front of them all along and then he was ecstatic about what this information could lead to. He held up the folder and asked, "This is for real, right?" She nodded.
He motioned Groves over and showed him the folder. Groves ripped it out his hands and inspected it closer. Once he was satisfied he turned to Locke and said in a somber voice, "There's only one way to show how I'm feeling right now."
He grasped Locke's head and kissed him on the forehead. Locke stumbled backwards as Groves moved on to Mary. He did the same thing and then headed towards Munch. Munch extended his hand said, "We like to shake hands in America or give a high five."
"What is all that about?" Elliot asked.
"These are the home and work addresses of Ethan Soranders, who we think is our perp, which means he's your perp, too," Groves explained excitedly. "Here, take a look."
Elliot looked at the name, home address and where he currently worked. Elliot tore off the work address and handed it to Munch. "John, go with Fin and check out this guy's work. If he's there, see if he has an alibi for the nights of the attacks. Bring him in if he doesn't. Olivia and I will check out his home."
"What about us?" Groves asked.
"Locke, you come with us and Groves go with Munch and Fin."
They nodded and Elliot, Olivia and Locke left for Ethan's home. As the other three started to head out, Fin said he forgot something and would meet them at the car. He went back in the squad room and found Mary sitting at her desk.
"You okay?" he asked kindly.
"Fine."
"You want to come with us?"
"No, you'll probably need me to make a positive ID later on. Besides, I should probably go explain the truth to Cragen," she stated as she got up from her chair.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Listen, Fin, thanks for all your help," Mary said with a smile.
"No problem."
Mary's lips quickly brushed against his, kissing him tenderly. After she pulled away, she smiled and said, "Thanks again."
"My pleasure, Mary," he told her with a grin. "I better get going."
Munch quickly turned away from the door and walked down the hallway catching up with Groves. When Fin caught up to them he asked, "Why aren't you guys at the car?"
"It's cold and you have the keys," Munch reminded him with stare that made Fin feel like he failed a basic mathematic test.
"Right," Fin said and then asked, "Hey, Groves, what is a ponce anyway?"
"A pimp," Groves answered with a smile before walking out the door.
