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SVU FanFic:
Chapter Seven: "Lead"


As soon as they turned the corner back into the squad room, Casey broke into a silent fit of giggles.


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SVU Squad Room
April 8th
9:49 AM

Elliot and Olivia both arrived back into the squad room at the same time. Munch and Fin looked up skeptically as the two detectives silently sat down with pink faces. Olivia pretended to be interested in a file, while Elliot opened the new folder on his desk. His heart dropped; it was Olivia's case file. His face remained motionless as he ran over the necessary information and forms. Flipping past the picture of Olivia's gash, he pulled the newest piece from the bunch. Elliot frowned as he looked over it, reading carefully.

Meanwhile, Casey had arrived back from the bathroom and was whispering excitedly to Munch and Fin. Fin almost burst out laughing, but Casey hushed him up quickly. Munch smiled smugly at his partner and Fin stopped abruptly and rolled his eyes. They were talking quietly about something Elliot couldn't hear. Olivia just didn't want to listen in and occupied herself with other random work.

"Randolph…Recognize that name, Liv?" Elliot frowned, studying the paper. Olivia looked up suddenly at the sound of her own name. Elliot flipped the picture around to show her and Olivia tilted her head and squinted, thinking. After a moment she nodded.

"Yeah, Patrick Randolph. He was one of my first cases… Brutal murder and rape, should still be in Riker's for it too. That's not him though." She said, taking a closer look at the picture. "Looks just like him. Could be his brother…"

"Mitchell Randolph graduated from the U.S. Air Force…Just two years ago." Elliot read aloud, eyebrows raised. "Hey Munch, Fin, did you two see this?" The other detectives plus Casey joined Elliot at his desk. "Do you know if Patrick had any brothers?" Elliot asked Olivia, smirking. "That's not exactly a common last name."

"I don't remember." Olivia answered honestly. "We could find out though." Elliot nodded, standing up. Casey snatched the file from his desk, striding to Captain Cragen's office. Elliot followed, closing the door behind them.

"What've we got?" Cragen looked up, though not all together surprised. Casey dropped the open file in front of him.

"A hit on the prints. Olivia says the surname is familiar, one of her cases a while ago." Casey answered, hands folded over her chest. Cragen nodded, reading the file.

"Munch and Fin could find out if this guy is related to the one in Riker's; interview him again. Is there an address for Mr. Air Force?" Elliot said, leaning over to look at the paper. "Olivia and I could go check up on him."

"Okay, that works. Casey, go with Munch and Fin, just to be safe. Elliot, try and find more about this Mitchell Randolph before you go barging into his house." Cragen handed the paper back, this time to Elliot. The two nodded before exiting the room.

"Elliot, I got something else on Mitchell Randolph." Olivia was just a step ahead of the rest of them. "There was a complaint against him eight months ago. He was harassing his wife." She looked up gravely at Elliot who sighed. Olivia skimmed the page. "Nothing happened though. It was dropped after only six weeks, no arrests or even questioning."

"Well, come on then. Let's go find out what it was for." Elliot shrugged on his jacket. Olivia did as well, and then the four detectives and Casey left to their specific destinations.

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Riker's Prison
April 8th
11:14 AM

Casey and Munch sat across a table from Patrick Randolph. Fin was leaning against the wall, taking in the rapist's appearance. He was tall, with a thick build and a balding head. His eyes were a steel-gray blue and hidden under a scowling facial expression. Patrick watched the detectives and ADA with cautiousness.

"We want to ask you a few simple questions, following up on your crime." Munch stated clearly, leaning back in his chair. Casey, who was all business, folded her hands on the table.

"Did you kill Theresa Small?" Munch asked coolly, eyeing Patrick while referring to his crime. Patrick rolled his eyes.

"Yes. I admitted to that ten years ago." He growled. Casey gave him a stern look and decided to cut right to the chase.

"Mr. Randolph, do you have any living family members in the area?" She studied his face and noticed the subtle differences then in the attached picture. Maybe they weren't related after all. Or maybe he was but just an older, strung out version. Casey argued with herself in her head, debating while waiting on an answer.

"What's it to you?" Patrick spat. "Look, am I going to need my lawyer for this crap?" He crossed his arms defensively. Fin eyed the brute from the corner, watching his every move. Munch gave a sideways glance at Casey, who held a steady gaze with Patrick.

"Your name came up in an assault." Casey started to explain. Munch cleared his throat and kicked Casey under the table. "From an open case few years ago." She added quickly to save herself. "We want to rule out that it wasn't you or any one closely related to you." Casey nodded, hoping the slow-thinker wouldn't catch on. Patrick took his time to think about answering, glaring at each detective and then Casey. Finally, Fin strode over to the table and leaned on it, getting right into Patrick Randolph's face.

"Are you gonna answer or not?" Fin barked, glaring right back at Patrick. Patrick winced, and tried to scrap his chair backward as he held up his hands in defeat.

"I have a wife and son." Patrick finally said, pouting. Casey let her self smile just a bit.

"Any siblings?" Munch said in a calm voice, jotting down Patrick's answer.

"Used to have a brother. Dunno where he is though." Patrick said, thinking about for a moment after answering. "Last I remember, he was somewheres in Jersey. But that was years ago."

"Thank you for your time Mr. Randolph." Casey said, standing up. Munch nodded to Patrick and Fin gave him one last look as the three headed out the cell door.

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"Well, that wasn't a complete loss." Casey muttered, climbing into the passenger's seat of Munch's car.

"At least we know there's a good chance of them being related." Munch shrugged, getting into the driver's side.

"Guys a jackass." Fin muttered, buckling his seat belt in the back of the car. Munch refrained from laughing while Casey grinned before sighing.

"Well, let's go see what Olivia and Elliot found out. Maybe we can finally piece this together."

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