Disclaimer- Not. Mine.
A/N- Terribly sorry about the wait...I've been having some pretty weird internet issues which somehow turned into my computer not wanting to work...anyhoo, I'm back. Oh and, forgive me if my Spanish is off...I take Italian, so I'm just using what google translating told me was right...
"So now it's a serial." Elliot said as they got into the elevator.
"Well that's just fantastic." Olivia responded sarcastically. "We got an ID of the second vic?"
"Not yet. The guy who found her says he's seen her around, but doesn't know her by name." Olivia yawned as he was speaking. "On the way to Hannah's house we're stopping for coffee.You never got me that cup you promised."
"Gladly." She replied, as they got out of the elevator and headed for the car. "I think I saw a place across the street."
"If not, theres always Starbucks. I'm sure I saw at least five on the way up here.Where exactly is her house?"
"Hannah's?" Oliva questioned. "I'll find out when we get to the car. I don't think I'm coordinated enough to walk and read at the same time while running on about two hours of sleep."
"Hey it's not my fault we only got two hours.You started it, remember?"
"It takes two to tango, honey." She grinned at him as she got into the passanger side of the car, closing the door behind her as Elliot started up the car. "Besides, I'm not complaining." She picked up the listthat Marissa's mother had given them. "She lives in the Bronx. Maybe you should call Munch back and tell him that it'll be a while before we're back."
"Why?" Elliot asked.
"Have you never seen the traffic on the FDR?" Olivia questioned, a smirk pulling at her lips.
"At this hour? I'd give it at least two more hours until it gets to be that bad."
"You sure?"
"Almost one hundred percent."
"You better be right about this." She said, as he started to drive off.
Looking at the second victim for what must have been the five hundreth time, Munch was glad that she had died instantly. A single bullet wound to the head ended any memory she would have to relive hundreds of times.
Unless, of course, those memories transferred into the afterlife along with the soul. Then she would be stuck reliving it for all eternity. Then again, he wasn't so sure he believed in an afterlife. He forced his gaze on the East River, before he got too wrapped up in his thoughts.
"Munch." He turned towards the sound of Fin's voice.
"Yeah?"
"Guy says he's pretty sure he knows the building where she lives. 79th and York."
"Let's go get an ID." The two of them walked over the overpass to the sidewalk on the other side. "We can walk from here, right?"
"Yeah."
"Good." They walked on in silence for the two blocks it took to get to the building in question. "Nice building."
"Her apartment probably costs more than all of the apartments in mine put together." They opened the front doors to see a sleeping doorman at the front desk.
"Security system sucks, though." Munch commented. "Excuse me." He said, tapping his knuckles on the counter. The doorman snapped awake.
"Can I help you?"
"Detectives Tutuola and Munch, Special Victims." Fin said, as they flashed their badges. "We're looking for this woman, do you know who she is?" They showed him one of the pictures CSU had taken of her face.
"That looks like Gabrielle Goldman, apartment 9G. She was dressed like she was going out running." The doorman scratched at his chin and thought. "She seemed a little angry about something."
"Did she go out at all in the middle of the night?" Munch asked.
"Let's see...I think she went out about an hour ago. She's not caught up in anything bad, now is she?" The doorman asked.
Munch and Fin exchanged a quickglance with one another. "We found Gabrielle by the FDR. She was murdered." Munch answered.
"Oh my God...She was such a nice lady..."
"She was wearing a wedding band when we found her. Is her husband home?" Fin asked.
"Yeah. He was home all night as far as I know." The doorman shook his head, "But I don't think he would have done something like this..."
"Neither do we. Maybe he knows someone who would have done this to her." Fin said.
"Go right on up, apartment 9G."
"Thank you." Seeing as they had finished their business with the doorman, they turned around from the desk and started on toward the elevator.
"Oh, detectives?" The doorman called out, causing them to stop in their tracks and turn their attention toward him. "Find the bastard who did this to her."
"We will." Munch answered. The doorman gave them a good luck sign as Fin and Munch both stepped onto the elevator and it took them up to the ninth floor.
Several hours later, they were back in the squadroom, going over the information that Hannah and Gabrielle's families had given them. So far, they had had no luck in finding a connection between the two, not even a friend, or distant relative.
"Done. Finally." Olivia said, hanging up the phone, finally done with calling everyone on Marissa's guest list."If I have to talk to one more wannabe valley girl teenager, I think I just might scream." She folded her arms."Were any of your girls ever like that?"
"Nope." he answered.Olivia reached over, and grabbed his sandwich. "Heyy..." He said, watching her take a bite of it. "You have your own."
"Had. And finished." She put it back. "Give me a break, I didn't eat breakfast."
"Neither did I."
"You got a cookie at the coffee place."
"That's not breakfast."
"So? It's still food."
"I'm not getting any connection. Nothing physical, except maybe skin color." Munch called from his desk.
"I dont think anything personality wise." Fin said. "Can't be too sure."
"We should call Huang." Elliot said.
"Already did." They all turned towards the sound of Cragen's voice. "And I need two of you to go to 116th street and second avenue."
"Why?" Elliot asked.
"There's a third victim."
"Mrs.Vazquez, we need to know if your daughter knew either of these girls." Olivia pulled out the pictures of Hannah and Gabrielle.
"I don't think so. Alicia usually stayed home, studying. She really wanted to get into law school." She glanced at the CSU's going through the room.
"Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?" Elliot asked as Mrs.Vazquez shook her head. "She never mentioned anything to you?"
"Now that I think about it, she told me she saw a group of men in a van. She thought that they were following her."
"Did she report this?" Olivia asked, folding her arms.
The womanshook her headin response."I thought that it was just a bunch of gang members hanging around. You know this neighborhood...always some kids with no direction after some nice young innocent girl. I just told her to avoid them. I should...I should have done something..." She buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Olivia moved to sit on the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while her body shook with sobs.
"It's not your fault. You had no way of knowing that something like this would happen." There was a pause before Elliot spoke.
"Did she say how many men there were?"
"About six, seven...eight at the most." Elliot went over what they had seen in the neighborhood before coming into the building. He couldn't remember having seen a van.
"When's the last time she said she saw them?"
"Yesterday afternoon. She said that one of them grabbed his crotch when she passed and said something."
"Do you remember what it was?"
"Something like...te quiero, puta...it means." She took a deep breath. "Do you want this, bitch? Ai dios, I really should have said something..." Olivia rubbed her back, as she began to sob again.
"Detectives." They looked up. M.E. Warner stood at the door to the living room. Elliot stood and went over to her, leaving Olivia to console Mrs.Vazquez. "We got lucky this time. Got some fluids." She said, once they were in Alicia's bedroom. The girl was on her bed, covered in blood from the various cuts she had all over her body. The graffiti was written on the wall over her headboard in thick black marker. "And I'm calling in a handwriting expert for the graffiti."
"Anything else?"
"She had a clump of hair in her hand, so it looks like she put up one hell of a fight. However, there's nothing under the fingernails, except for what looks like part of a cotton swab. I'm guessing our perp cleaned them with alcohol or something similar."
"I hate the smart ones." He turned away from the body just as Olivia came in the room.
"What's up?"
"We got some fluids, coupla hairs."
"Any skin?" He shook his head.
"Perp cleaned out her fingernails." Olivia sighed, looking at the floor. Her eyes stopped, seeing a cottonball on the ground.
"With that?" She pointed at it.
"We got lucky twice." Olivia bent to pick it up, after having slipped on a pair of gloves. She brought it over to Warner.
"Found what the perp used to clean out her fingernails." She looked up from the blood spatters on the wall.
"I'll see if we can get something off of it. If he used alcohol, we're out of luck." Warner took it from her."I'm surprised CSU missed it."
"Me too."
"Where'd you find it?"
"Over there, near her dresser. He was probably aiming for the trash can. Guess basketball isn't one of his strong points." Warner gave her a small smile.
"I'll call you when we get something."
"Thanks." She walked back over to Elliot. "Let's get back to the precinct. Maybe Munch and Fin found something we missed."
