The next day Olivia and Elliot took time off to go and see if they could track down Francis Munch. From what they got from Munch she was a student at Beverly Jane Private School. As they were buzzed in a guard met them and escorted them into the office.
"Yes, how may I help you?" a receptionist questioned looking up and smiling.
"I'm detective Elliot Stabler and this is my partner Olivia Benson, we're here to talk to Francis Munch." Elliot relayed and the woman typed something into the computer and scanned the screen before responding.
"Very well. She's in the library. I'll have one of the aids show you over. When your done please be sure to come here and sign out before leaving." the woman allowed and motioned for the young girl to her left to escort them out.
"This way please." the girl instructed and lead them out of the office, to right, up three flights of stairs, and to the end of the hall before leaving them. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other a moment before pushing the doors open and entering the library.
"Hello detectives, Ms. Munch is in her cubicle if you'd like to see her." the receptionist, another student, informed pointing off to the right back side. Elliot felt like he'd stepped into a weird movie where kids ran the school until Olivia poked him and pulled him forward. Over in the corner was a cubicle (read comfortable office) with the name inscribed of 'Ms. Francis Munch'. Olivia knocked and they both smiled as a young voice that sounded remarkably similar to John's, though more feminine, called for them to enter.
"What subject do you need help with?" Francis questioned glancing up and then blushing.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Um...have a seat detectives." Francis offered pointing to the chairs in front of her desk.
"You're Francis Munch, yes?" Elliot probed regarding her in amuesment. "
That's me and you're Detective Stabler." Francis confirmed and smirked when he looked shocked.
"The receptionist?" Olivia questioned.
"Actually no. I really didn't know it was you and Detective Stabler at the door. The receptionist was only informed because she keeps a look out for an unauthorized persons on campus. I know who you are because I keep tabs on where my Dad works and everyone that's in the unit working alongside him." Francis acknowledged and watched as both detectives broke out in laughter.
After a moment though Olivia stopped and collected herself before continuing, "Actually we're here about your Dad." Olivia offered and Francis sat up straighter worry covering every inch of her face.
"I was afraid you would say that." Francis admitted and steepled her hands together.
"Oh, no don't worry he's ok. Well what I mean to say is he wasn't injured in the line of duty." Olivia assured and then winced at how awkwardly that had come out. Francis raised an eyebrow and breathed a partial sigh of relief.
"If he wasn't injured in the line of duty, then what's happened?" Francis probed.
"He's sick in the hospital and the doctor thinks that he could benefit from seeing you." Elliot began.
"He has what the doctor called Myelodysplastic Syndrome." Olivia continued and Francis's started typing frantically on her desktop. A couple of clicks later and the printer started. Francis scanned over the paper for a total of perhaps seven minutes before looking back up.
"He's really sick, isn't he?" Francis questioned.
"Yes he is. He almost bashed his head in yesterday at work when he had an attack and fell backwards. He's been having nosebleeds, is rather pale, and has respiratory issues." Elliot admitted and Francis cracked her knuckles nervously.
"Has he had a blood transfusion?" Francis inquired after referencing back at the paper in her hand.
"No, the doctor said he keeps refusing. We were all hoping that seeing you would allow him to get the help he needs. I understand there are some trouble between you both though." Elliot acknowledged anxiously.
"Well it's not exactly trouble between us, so much as we haven't been able to speak to each other privately in a while." Francis corrected blushing slightly at devulging personal information.
"Would you consider coming to see him?" Elliot questioned hopefully.
Francis was quiet for a moment as she surveyed her office the school had provided her to basically hide in. Ever since she had been young she'd thrown herself into her work. When she was four and three quarters she learned how to read and write thanks to private tutors. From there she had always absorbed knowledge and when she found the Beverly Jane Private School at the age nine she switched from homeschool to private. Throughout all of this her Dad hadn't really been around much and it bothered her more than she would ever admit. Oh she loved her aunt, uncle, various cousins, and grandparents, but she needed her Dad. Though now it appeared he needed her and she didn't know how to feel about that. On the one hand she could be vindictive and refuse to go help him, however on the other hand if she did that and he died she'd feel miserable.
Shaking her head she looked back at the detectives and nodded, "I'll think about it." Francis promised and the detective nodded and excused themselves out after giving her their cards is she needed to talk.