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Monster

Chapter 8

Cragen came right around the corner. "Oh, here you two are,"

"Shit," Elliot hissed looking down at the obvious tent in his pants.

Olivia smiled as she stepped in front of Elliot. "Hey Cap, what do you need?"

Cragen smiled at Olivia as he handed her some papers. "I need both of you to finish this paperwork so that I can sign off and finish my paperwork,"

Olivia nodded taking the papers from Cragen.

"You're strangely quiet, Elliot," Cragen said peering over Olivia shoulder. "You okay? You coming down with something?"

"Oh nothing's going down that is for sure," Munch muttered under his breath.

Olivia glared at him.

"What?" Cragen said looking over at Munch.

"Nothing," Munch smiled.

"Elliot is fine, Don," Olivia smiled at her captain, reassuringly.

"I'm fine, Don," Elliot said. "I will help Liv out,"

"I bet you will," Munch grinned.

Elliot glowered at him.

Cragen looked at the three of them in turn. "I am going home for the day," he said and looking over at Munch. "Send him home,"

Olivia nodded as Cragen exited the interrogation room. She turned and punched Munch in the arm. "Ass!"

Elliot grinned.

Munch rubbed his arm. "God, Benson that hurt,"

"She sure doesn't hit like a girl, does she?" Elliot smirked.

"What are you trying to get us in trouble?" Olivia asked placing her hand on her hip and giving Munch a look she usually reserved for questioning perps.

"Sorry," Munch said having the good sense to at least look somewhat contrite. "I think I am going to go home now that I have been throughly abused," Munch said. "Jesus, Liv that really hurt."

Fin opened the door to the interrogation room. "Hope nobody made any plans for tonight,"

"Why?" Olivia asked cautiously.

"Cause, Melinda thinks she found our vic," Fin said with his eyebrow arched. "Or our perp depending on the way you think about it."

Twenty minutes later, Olivia, Elliot, Fin, and Munch stood in the morgue with Melinda. Melinda gestured for them to join her by the second stainless steel table covered by a white sheet. She pulled the sheet back with no drama but the sight on the table still caused the detectives to gasp.

"Do they all belong to the same person?" Olivia asked incredulously.

"Yes, it would appear so," Melinda said leaning back against the first table. "DNA is a match from the crime scene. Perfect match."

Fin shook his head before looking back up at Melinda. "What do you think did this?"

"If you asking about the weapon. My guess is an axe given the angle and cuts," Melinda paused her expression unreadable. "If you are asking who. I don't have any answers for you right now."

"Do you think you will?" Elliot asked Melinda.

"Maybe. I don't know. There will be cross contamination from the dumpster," Melinda sighed. "I am going to need some time."

Olivia nodded reaching for phone as it vibrated in her pocket. "Benson," she answered.

Munch looked down at the body parts. "Is that his-" he looked at Elliot, who nodded. "Wow, you think we have a vigilante on our hands?"

Olivia clicked her phone shut. "George wants to see us. He has a friend for us to meet,"

"I will call you when and if I get something," Melinda called out as they left the morgue.

George was sitting at Elliot's desk when they reentered the bull pen. "You got a lead, George?" Olivia asked approaching Elliot's and her own conjoined desk. She slipped off her brown leather jacket tossing it into her chair.

George looked up from Elliot's computer. "No but I have a profile,"

"Psychopathic killer," Fin said dryly never putting much credence in the psychological bullshit Huang spilled.

"Actually,that is a rather simplistic answer, detective." A female voice replied.

Fin turned around to voice which belonged to a petite woman now standing across from them. Fin studied her carefully. She was grinning at him, her hands on her waist dressed in black slacks and a black turtleneck. Her long dirty blonde hair was twisted in a haphazard bun. She had big soft brown eyes which Fin noticed immediately as she stuck out her hand in greeting to him.

"Ali," she smiled. "Alison Langdan."

Elliot's eyes widened.

"Yes, Trevor's sister." Ali answered before they asked.

"Allison worked for the FBI. She was one of our best profilers," George said swinging his chair around them to face them.

"Worked?" Fin said catching the past tense.

Ali nodded. "Very good, detective. Yes, worked."

"Why past tense?" Munch asked.

"Bad case." Ali said. "The perp got a little personal,"

"How personal?" Munch asked ignoring the looks both Fin and Olivia were now giving him.

"It is okay," Ali said catching everyone's looks. "He kidnapped me and chopped off my leg. He wanted to keep me like his other victims locked up and unable to run."

Fin didn't think he had ever seen Munch speechless. "You think our guy is your guy?" Fin asked remembering the chopped body parts in the morgue.

Ali shook her head. "My guy is on death row. Your guy is completely different anyway."

Fin looked at her. "Really?"

Ali sat back on the desk behind her which happened to be Fin's. "My guy was organized. He planned and executed. Your guy is disorganized. He kills as the opportunity presents itself. Your ME's discovery supports that. The acts he commits are passionate and opportunistic not planned. He has a hard time controlling the urge when it hits. The acts are varied as well supporting a pathology suggestive of an antisocial personality. He has no guilt or remorse acting on instinct. The bodies from the house were killed in various ways but all in acts of pure violence the kind that are driven by emotion and need. That may be your biggest hurdle here. You don't have a typical killer. Not a simple Bundy or Dahmer. Our guy has no modus operandi. He kills indiscriminately. All your victims are different, different age, different sex which makes this a very hard profile."

"What exactly does that mean?" Munch interjected.

"That we are not looking for the typical antisocial white male forty something holding a blue collar job," she said picking up the ball sitting on Fin's desk tossing it up in the air.

"Who are we looking for?" Fin asked.

"Age unknown. Race unknown. Sex male. Laborer at best possibly no job supported by a family member. Low GAF. Axis I Antisocial disorder. Axis II mood disorder, mania-" Ali said bluntly.

"Low GAF, axis what?" Fin asked interrupting her.

"Global assessment of functioning. The axis are part of the DSM IV, part of the diagnosis," Huang said explaining.

Ali tossed the ball at Fin who caught it. "You turn, detective. Who are we looking for?"

A/N: Maybe a romance for Fin? What will Trevor say? LOL! Let me know what you think. More Elliot and Olivia in the next chapter