Tortured
Chapter 5
by KaraB
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Rating: T contains content not suitable for children under 13
Summary: The SVU squad works on solving a case and one of their own becomes a target. Cliché summary, but not the target you think.
Warnings: Mucho angst
Author's note: No, there is no pairing here.
Munch slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position, just as Christine had managed to drag herself over to him. "I'm sorry," he said again softly as she collapsed across his lap, sobbing quietly. He wanted to comfort her, but aside from what he was doing, there wasn't much left to do. He was still cuffed and they were still here.
They stayed there for a long time, unmoving. Munch took extra care to sit still, not wanting to startle her and traumatize her any further than she already was. She'd fallen into a fatigued sleep, giving Munch some time to sit and think about possibilities and choices… and their chances, which in his eyes weren't looking that good and grew worse with each passing moment.
It took several hours of negotiating before they managed to make any headway at all.
"He's toying with us," Fin growled after Casey had come out of the interrogation room.
"No," she corrected. "He just knows we're desperate. And his lawyer is playing hardball."
"Let me try to talk to him," Cragen said. "One of my detective's life is at stake here and I've had about enough of these games."
"Don't. I can cut a deal with him, but it's going to take a little more work. He wants full immunity."
"Then give it to him."
"He wants it unconditionally, regardless of what we find. That's never a good deal to make nor is the DA's office going to be particularly thrilled with the prospect. For all we know, he's the guy behind the whole scam and once he's got immunity we can't touch him." She paused. "I have to go talk with my boss and see if we can get this moving. I'll be back in an hour." She regarded them sternly. "Don't do anything."
Cragen read the look on Fin's face after Casey left. "You go in there, you ruin our chances of finding him."
"I can get the location…"
"No, you can't."
"Captain…"
"Why don't you get some sleep until this is done? It should take at least an hour."
Fin scowled at the captain, letting him know with just that look what he thought of the idea.
"Then take a break at least. Go grab a bite. Benson and Stabler can cover until you get back."
Fin hesitated a moment before relenting, realizing that the Captain wasn't going to let this go. "Alright, but you'll call me if anything develops?"
"Of course. Now get out of here for at least an hour."
Munch had already surmised that they were in a basement of some sort, simply by the dismal surroundings and the musty smell that the air carried. The room was windowless and dimly lit, so he could barely see the sides, but he could make out the entire room, which was good considering that his glasses had fallen off during the earlier scuffle. He grimaced suddenly. His leg had fallen asleep an hour ago, but Christine was still asleep on it so it wasn't like he could really move it.
She moaned suddenly, shivering.
"Christine?" he asked, carefully.
She shuddered but said nothing. Alright, he'd had about enough of this, enough of the waiting. He started working on the cuffs again, trying to force them off his hands. I Like it will really work /I .
"That won't work Detective, but I'll give you points for effort," a voice said, causing Munch's head to whip back around.
"At least let me help her," he growled.
"She won't be needing your help much longer Detective. Just accept that."
"I'm afraid you've got that wrong," Munch replied. "My precinct…"
"Is nowhere even close."
Christine jerked awake at the voices and quickly cowered behind Munch, who stood. Okay, so he couldn't fight well… but he wasn't leaving her at this creep's mercy either.
He wasn't unprepared for a punch from the man in front of him, but what he didn't expect was for him to wave two other men inside, both of whom were quite obviously bodyguards of some sort. They approached him menacingly, but he didn't move, not until they began to pummel him with blows.
A few hours later, Munch moaned again, forcing himself back to consciousness. He tried to get his vision to focus but he could barely see. "Concussion, multiple lacerations, fractured ribs…" he rattled, mumbling the list of injuries he was sure he suffered. "Christine?" he called softly, hoping she was okay.
She whimpered and he sat up, seeing their captor holding a knife to her throat. And she looked like she'd been beaten as he had been. Before Munch could say a word, he drew the knife across her throat and blood went everywhere. Her lifeless body fell to the floor moments later and Munch stared in shock.
"You're next Detective."
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