Title: Fatal Beauties
Rating: pg-13/R for language and Adult Situations
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even this computer (it's my sis) so you won't be getting anything. I'm just borrowing to get rid of these damn bunnies.
Summary: I suck at summaries, but it basically involves a new case, and new troubles for Goren.

This is my first ever Law and Order fic. I was watching a show on the Discovery channel and this just began to form sorry if they are kind of OOC.

Alex rolled over, her eyes still closed and grunted. She hadn't even fallen into bed properly and her phone was already ringing. She sat up and flipped it open.

"Eames." She said trying to keep the drowsiness out of her voice; she knew who it was already. Only two people would dare call her so late, Goren or Captain Deakins and her guess was it was Goren.

"Pen and paper handy?" He asked and she reached for the small notepad on her dresser that was there for that reason.

"Shoot." She replied and he began giving her directions. "Ok I'll be right there." She said and hung up. Did he never sleep? Her guess and answer was no. He was an admitted insomniac whose mind teetered between real and fiction, genius or not it was annoying.

Quickly she dressed and got into her car. It wasn't that far from her apartment, actually she knew exactly where it was now that she was there. There were police cars and unmarked vehicles already at the scene; Goren was outside waiting for her. He had one of those novel Goren looks on his face, and she knew this one was gonna be a doozy.

"What do we got?" she asked as she followed him up the narrow steps that led into the large apartment building. The whole first floor was crawling with forensics totting there little baggies looking for clues.

"There is one body female, in here." He pushed open the bedroom door and for a moment Eames stood in the doorway taking in the picture in front of her. A woman, with long blonde hair was strung up from the ceiling by her arms and neck. Her head was bent no sign of blood or a struggle on the bed. But that could be for many reasons. She was wearing a tight black leather suit and mask, her arms were bound by what looked like a whip.

From where she was standing this didn't seem like a case for MCS, but for SVU. Obviously this was a sexual crime. Maybe auto erotic asphyxiation gone wrong? " Why are we here and not SVU?" she asked coming in closer and watching off to the side as Goren surveyed the body.

"Huh?" he asked glancing at her for a moment, " Look in the next room." He said then went back to checking the bed and the floor for evidence.

It was a sight to see. The walls were covered with pictures. All of them women, all of them young. "We had to break down the door, it was locked." He said coming in next to her. " Look here, do you remember her?" He said and pointed to one of the girls on the wall.

Immediately she answered " Jane Doe number 3. And she was another one?"

" No, not this time. We know who she is. Come, I want to show you something." He walked out and she followed. He led her to a large desk covered in folders. Each one had a number on it and each one had a date attached to the front. " Her names Samantha Thompson, and Jane Doe number three is Ella Stevenson."

Eames picked up a folder and began thumbing through it. She paused as she read the girls info, "he does his research. He's got everything here, from birthday to bra size."

"Detectives I think we've found something." An officer interrupted them. Goren glanced at her and she shrugged and followed him out. " We found this in the kitchen." He held up several bags with what looked like ordinary plants in them.

Goren slipped on a pair of gloves and took each bag in turn from the officer then examined each slowly. "Hm."

Was all he said as he slipped off his gloves his mind now somewhere else.

"Did I miss something? Eames asked and he fell out of thought, "I have a theory. Help me with those folders." He said.

Alex sighed and picked up an arm full, "I know what I'll be doing for the rest of the night." She said to herself with a sigh.

so what do you think? r&r