Author's Note: I apologize for the long delay, but this story got away from me for a while, I'm hoping now to get back on track with it and get it finished. Thanks to the readers who have stuck with it and continue to check out the new chapters.

Mike and Toni woke up around 9 o' clock, they stayed in bed for a while talking to each other, then, reluctantly, they got up and got dressed. Toni remade the bed and they decided to face the music, and the two cops who by now were probably outside waiting for them. Toni went first so she'd be the one hit by the questions and the ridicule instead of Mike, but when she went outside she was surprised to see nobody was there. She went over to Munch's door and knocked, and in a moment he answered, without his glasses, and looking half asleep.

"So what's the plan?" she asked, "Is there any word from Olivia yet?"

"Nothing yet, Toni, we're just going to lay low until we get the order from them," he said, then he reached out and grabbed her by the arm and tried to persuade her to come in, "I want to have a word with you."

She went in and Munch shut the door behind them. His room was also dark and his bed hadn't been made yet, it looked like he'd just gotten up as well.

"Look Toni, even though it's none of my business…I know that Mike spent the night with you last night."

"And?" she asked.

"I know it's none of my business, but you're my friend and he was my partner so I feel involved, and maybe responsible as well."

"You're not responsible for me, John," Toni said.

"Yeah I am," he replied, "Until we get you back home you're under our protection, so until we get back to Manhattan I am responsible for you, whether you like it or not, or for that matter whether I like it or not."

"So what's your point?" she asked.

"I guess my problem is I'm like Elliot, I have a problem seeing you as an adult, I know you are one but I have trouble realizing it, I still see you as the kid that wandered into our squad four years ago. And when I see you with a guy twice your age, even if he was my partner…"

"Oh John, don't start," Toni said, rolling her eyes, "Don't start with that."

"I know," he said, putting his hands up defensively, "It's none of my business, and maybe it'd be better for both of you in the long run, you could both certainly do worse."

"John you're really making me feel bad," she told him somewhat cynically.

"Why?" Then it occurred to him, "You two conked out again?"

"I tell you John," she said, "If we actually ever get to the sexual part of a relationship it's going to be a bloody miracle."

"Hmmm," he said as he put his glasses on, "Then I guess my 'Mazel tov' was a little premature. I could try giving you a few pointers but you can guess when the last time I had sex was, right?"

Toni laughed.

"Go get Mike, I'll see if Fin's up and we can go get something to eat," he told her.

Once noon came and there still wasn't any word from their partners back at SVU, Munch spoke to the motel manager and got another night on their rooms. They went to lunch at a diner nearby, and when it was just Munch and Toni at the table, she asked him, "What're we going to do if Elliot and Olivia can't find anything?"

"We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it," he told her, "But I think they're going to come up with something we can use in our favor, they usually do."

"I just can't stand the thought of having to go back there and put up with those stupid people," Toni said.

"Well how do you think I feel?" Munch asked, "I have to work with them every day."

Toni made a discontented noise in her throat and hit her head against the table.

"John, how're we ever going to catch this crazy bitch?" she asked.

"What's this 'we'?" he asked, "Are you a partner now?"

"You know what I mean," she said, "There are 20 million women in New York, how're we going to find out which one it is?"

"Well, catching perps is never easy," he admitted, "But we usually find a way to do it, it's just a matter of time."

"Yeah, in the meantime all we can do is sit by and wait for another redhead to come up sodomized," Toni told him.

"Unfortunately Fin's right," Munch replied, "We can hardly put out an APB telling all guys with red hair to watch out for a psycho woman the next time they try to get lucky."

"Munch, there just has to be some way that we can warn people," Toni said, "There's just got to."

Munch reached over and patted her on the head and responded, "I wish there was, kid."

"There's got to be a way," Toni said quietly.

"You know," Mike told Munch late that afternoon as he looked out the window in his cabin, "This place reminds me of a homicide Lewis and I worked at a motel once."

"You told me," Munch replied, "You got lucky with a hooker, big whoop."

Mike waved him off and said, "What a night that was, trying to find out who killed one guy, we wound up getting acquainted with all the residents of that place, a family of immigrants, a set of parents moving around from place to place, lots of interesting stories."

"Yeah really charming bunch," Munch said dryly, "And then the next day you went to Meldrick's old neighborhood to see his old building get blown up in 10 seconds. I've heard it all before, Mike."

"Alright, so let's talk about something new, what's new with you?" Mike replied sarcastically.

"Nothing you'd be interested in hearing about most likely," Munch agreed, "You know every single case manages to be individual and yet after a while all the sickness just seems to blur together."

"Hey John," Mike said, "Isn't it usually only two years that cops work sex crimes?"

"On average yes," Munch answered, "I know, I've been there a hell of a lot longer than that, but I refuse to transfer back to homicide."

"Why not?" Mike asked, "Victims can't talk."

"Their bodies can," he replied, "They can tell whole stories about what was done to them, sometimes they say it louder than a living vic can."

"Speaking of which," Mike said, "What exactly is Toni's story?"

"A long, sad and sordid one," Munch told him, "I'd tell you about it but I think you already tried eating your gun one time too many."

Mike recalled what Toni had told him the other night about trying the same thing with Munch's gun when he wasn't looking, and he decided to change the subject, but John beat him to it.

"Speaking of which, where is she?" he asked.

"She said she had to go make a phone call," Mike answered.

Munch gestured to the phone in the room and asked, "Why didn't she just do it here? The phone does work."

"She said it was private," Mike told him.

"Yeah, well for her, something ought to be," Munch said.

"Hey John," Mike said, "When do you think your partners are going to find out anything?"

"Who knows?" Munch replied, "When it's four of us running down all possibilities we can usually make good time, but with two of us out here playing hide and seek with the unis, there's no telling."

"I hope they can find whatever it is they're looking for, and soon," Mike told him, "This is getting ridiculous."

"I know it," Munch said, "I feel like we're just waiting for somebody to stick a big bull's eye on our backs when we step outside of this place."

They watched as it got dark, a short while later Fin came into the room and said that he'd just gotten off the phone with Cragen and there wasn't any update that could be of any help to them as of that time.

"It's not too late to go to Chicago," Munch told Fin, "You know eventually a judge is going to sign off the warrant for the manhunt and they're going to comb every place in New York for Toni."

"You kidding me?" Fin replied, "Nobody takes this stuff seriously to begin with."

"Maybe not but there's always a hardass gas bag out there ready to make an example out of someone and you can be sure somebody in the justice system is just dying to make an example out of Toni," Munch said, "She's had enough experience in the system that she could have plenty of enemies there. Besides, if nobody was taking this case seriously, there wouldn't be a warrant compelling her to consent to a strip search in the first place, and we wouldn't be out here waiting for further word from Elliot and Olivia."

"Hey John," Mike called from where he stood gazing out the window, "Didn't that last guy say that he woke up in a motel room during his attack?"

"Something like that, I think, why?" Munch asked.

Mike pointed out the window and said, "I can see two people down at the end cabin, it doesn't look like they're very close but in the outside light I can see the dude's got red hair, and the woman's going in ahead of him."

Munch and Fin looked at each other and considered what they were going to do.

"We could be wrong," Munch reminded him.

"And if we ain't?" Fin replied.

"Just so we're clear," Munch told him, "Let's go."

They grabbed their guns and were out the door, they went down to cabin #1 and Fin beat on the door a couple of times and waited impatiently to see if anybody answered. Somebody did, a redhead man who looked to be somewhere in his mid 20's, and he looked very surprised by their presence.

"What's going on?" he asked cluelessly.

"Police, where's the woman you came in with?" Fin asked.

"In the bathroom, but what's this about?" the man asked.

Fin stormed past him and went over to the bathroom door and said, "Police, come on out and don't try anything stupid, lady."

Behind the door he could hear somebody grumbling something and as the door opened, he felt his stomach drop out.

"Boy you really know just when to show up, don't you?" Toni asked.

"I feel like I'm in that joke about the cop who finds out the hooker he's about to have sex with is his own teen daughter," Munch told Toni once the initial commotion had died down, "What the hell is going on around here?"

Toni groaned and ran her hand over her face, looking embarrassed out of her mind but not necessarily for herself. She told the man she'd come in with, "Well Ricky, these are the cops I was telling you about, that's John Munch and that's Odafin Tutuola…" she pointed to the man beside her and said, "This is Ricky Vincenzo, I guess you could say he's a friend from the old neighborhood."

"What neighborhood is that?" Munch asked.

"It's a long story," Toni told him.

"Well nobody's going anywhere," he replied, "We've got plenty of time."

At that moment his cell phone started ringing, he told her, "Don't move!" and went off to a corner of the room to answer, "Detective Munch speaking."

"John," Olivia sounded relieved to hear his voice, "How's Toni doing?"

"Well that remains to be seen," Munch told her.

"What?"

"Fin and I just busted her in a motel room with another redhead, now I'm sure that she's got a perfectly logical explanation for it, but we haven't gotten to it yet."

"Yeah well I think we can top that one," Olivia told him, "We just had another redhead man come in, apparently Toni called him earlier and told him what's going on."

"What's he say?" John asked.

"He stormed into the squad room screaming about she couldn't have done it," Olivia said.

"Well this ought to be a very interesting interrogation," Munch replied.

"I'll say," she agreed.

John hung up and told Toni, "I don't want to talk to you right now, go back to your cabin and stay there with Mike."

"John," she said threateningly, "Let me explain."

"I will, after we get done grilling your friend," he told her as he gave her a shove towards the door, "Go on."

Toni went back and saw Mike standing at the doorway waiting for her.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"You try and warn people, and this is the thanks you get," she told him bitterly as she stormed past him into the cabin, "Nobody wants to listen to me."

"Alright," Mike told her as he closed the door behind them, "So explain it to me, you know I'll listen."

"Alright, David," Olivia said as she set three cups of coffee on the table in the interview room, "Now why don't you try telling us your story again so we can actually get it this time?"

David Tompkins was also a man in his mid 20s with bright red hair and that insecure, naïve look that Toni had mentioned as being more her type when it came to attraction. Right now he looked about as comfortable as a frog on a hotplate by being in the spotlight here, but he got past that and told them, "You guys got it all wrong about Toni, she'd never hurt anyone."

"Well I wouldn't say that," Elliot said, "She went to Bellevue after killing a man in the courthouse."

David nodded, "Yeah, I saw that in the papers, but I mean she wouldn't rape anybody, I know she wouldn't."

"Alright," Olivia said, "How do you know?"

He looked at the two of them with a hopeless look in his eyes and he said with a shake of his head, "If you knew her like I do, you wouldn't have to ask."

"Right, how do you know Toni?" Elliot asked, "I think I missed that."

"A few years ago we were living together," he answered, "I take it that she's told you a bit about that part of her life."

Elliot nodded.

"Yeah well…" David said a bit dismissively, "You know the jokes everybody has about people like that…revolving door, like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn…well it wasn't like that with Toni, I mean yeah she slept with a lot of people, but it wasn't like she was hooking or anything."

"So you were sleeping with her?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah…a few times," he answered, "Kind of."

"What do you mean kind of?" Olivia asked.

"I looked up a few guys that I used to know when I was younger," Toni explained to Mike, "Remember I told you that I particularly go for the redheads? Well I decided they deserved to know what was going on, so they could be careful. One of them was Ricky, the guy Fin and Munch are interrogating down at the end…another one was a guy named David Tompkins…he said something about going to talk to the detectives at SVU personally, though I doubt it'll help."

"How long's it been since you've seen them?" Mike asked.

"A few years," she answered, "I guess I was 16 the last time I saw them."

"But you're still in touch?"

"Well…" Toni looked to the floor, "They were good guys, they always said if I ever needed help, I could call on them, thank God they never changed their numbers."

"Alright, so what were these guys to you?" Mike asked her, trying not to push the subject.

"Survival," Toni answered, "That's all any of them were…the sex, any of it, all of it, that's all it was ever about." She caught the look on his face and explained, "Oh of course, they weren't all just people I slept with. Some of them were exceptions, and there were other reasons I hung around, a different form of survival."

"Toni and I never slept together," Ricky told Fin and Munch in the semi-privacy of his motel room, "Look, I know her history, I know she slept with a lot of people, but I wasn't one of them."

"Right, so why'd she meet you in your motel room?" Fin asked.

"Toni called me," he said, "Said that we had to talk, that it had to be somewhere private…she told me where she was and I told her I was going to get a room here so we could be alone."

"Oh sure that sounds totally platonic," Munch sarcastically replied.

"It is," Ricky insisted, "I never slept with her."

"So how do you know her then?" Fin asked.

"I was from that neighborhood at that time," he said, "We knew each other, she stayed with me for a while after she left another guy, but I never did anything."

"A good Samaritan in a city of dragons, why do I find that hard to believe?" Munch asked.

"I didn't say that," Ricky told him, "Toni helped me."

"With what?"

He looked up at Munch and explained, "I'm an artist, I had Toni model for me a few times, I was able to sell her pictures when I needed to make the rent."

Munch suddenly felt a bit of nausea building up in his stomach, "What kind of modeling?"

Ricky reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and said, "This was the rough draft from the first time. I made a larger one on canvas to sell." Munch took it, unfolded it and he and Fin both got an eyeful. On the paper was a sketch of Toni laid out on a couch posed suggestively with a towel loosely draped over her vital areas.

"Well she's not exactly naked," Munch said, "But the towel does leave little to the imagination. Alright Picasso, let me ask you a question, how old was Toni when she modeled for you?"

"She was fifteen," Ricky answered.

"And how old were you?" Fin asked.

"Eighteen."

"Guess what, that's called illegal," Munch told him as he put the drawing in his pocket.

"I told you," Ricky said, "I never did anything, she volunteered."

"I find that a little hard to believe," Munch said.

"Yeah? Well you can ask her, you'll see," Ricky told him, "She helped me, so I helped her when I could, but she didn't stay with me long. That was around the time she moved in with a guy named David Tompkins."

"How do you remember him?" Fin asked.

"Sure, David and I slept together a few times," Toni told Mike, "But it wasn't really much personal…"

"Was it ever?" Mike asked.

"Not really, but it really wasn't personal with him…see he had better screws than me to land. I was just sort of a live-in last resort for a while...well that's not exactly the right way to put it...it was more innocent than I can make it sound. You see...David plays both teams, but he really prefers guys," Toni explained, "I always found that a bit of a relief, knowing that I really wasn't much his type."

"I see," Mike said, feeling too far gone to be shocked by anything anymore.

"And in truth, I'm not sure you could call what we did sleeping together," Toni added, and started gesturing with her hands as she tried to continue, "Let's see, how do I put this? I'm a very simplistic person when it comes to sex, you know? No oral, no anal, no whips, chains, anything like that, just plain sex, but we didn't even do that. I'll say this much for him, he was very good with his hands."

Mike put his imagination to good use and said, "I think I know what you're getting at."

"Yeah well…" Toni said, "His bed tended to get crowded anyway so it didn't really matter much to me anyway. See whenever he'd meet a new guy, he wouldn't go over to their place, they'd always come over to his, believe it or not he actually had the better apartment of them all."

"And where would you be when that happened?" Mike asked.

David laughed dryly as he recalled, "My apartment was a real dump, of course in that building we were living in, none of them were great…you walk in and you've pretty much got the living room and bedroom all in one crammed space."

"So if Toni was living with you, what happened when you had," Elliot cleared his throat, "Company over for the night?"

"That was during the winter, it was too cold to go out anywhere, and there wasn't anything to go out for anyway…she just hung around the apartment," David answered.

Olivia made a noise and said, "I'll bet that was awkward for her, listening to you and your boyfriend go at it all night."

"Try watching," David replied.

Olivia's eyes popped wide open and she asked in disbelief, "She watched you two having sex?"

"What can I say?" he asked, "I guess once you've been through what we had you just don't think much of it anymore."

"What you'd both been through?" Elliot asked.

"Toni said that she told you guys about what happened to her as a kid, how she was whored out by those people that were supposed to be taking care of her, unfortunately that's something I can understand only too well," David explained, "But…I guess I bounced back from it better than she did."

"Why do you say that?" Elliot asked.

"Because any time we were together, Toni would just lay there."

"Like a corpse," Olivia said.

"She always had this 'why me?' look on her face, like she was being punished for something. Well," David laughed nervously, "I prefer people who actually act alive in bed…I guess she was curious and that's why she watched, I don't know what she got out of it, but Nick never seemed to mind too much…see he was…"

"Yeah, we get it," Elliot told him.

"Well don't you get it?" David asked, "Toni knows what it's like to be raped, why would she turn around and do it to somebody else?"

"It's not unheard of," Elliot said, "Every abuser has a history of being abused themselves, but not everybody who was abused becomes an abuser."

"Well not Toni, I don't believe that," David told him.

"Why?" Olivia asked, "Did something happen between you?"

"Yeah I guess you could say that," David replied, "You see, Nick was never big with the girls, he didn't particularly like being with them; me, I like girls, I like guys, don't make much difference to me, sure I was promiscuous, we all were at that time, but I never ran around on anybody either, I didn't go for that. I'd say Toni was the same way, except she didn't like anybody, she just slept with them because she felt she had to."

"Including you?" Elliot asked, a hint of accusation in his tone.

"Toni didn't like it but she knew she had a choice, if she really didn't want to do it, at all, then I doubt she would've," David said.

"And what makes you so sure about that?" Elliot inquired.

"Because one time when we were at a party in a friend's apartment," David answered, "Some guy wouldn't quit trying to pin her down when she told him to stop, so she picked up the poker from the fireplace and stabbed him with it, not bad but just enough to stun him so she could get away. We got her out of there and went back to our place, it took a couple of days before she really calmed down. There is a difference in just not wanting to be with who you're with, and being raped."

"You know, David," Olivia said, "Maybe it's just me but I really can't see how it could've been too convenient having Toni with you when you were trying to have a relationship with someone else."

"Well she understood…we may have had the electricity on in the place, but that was about the only way we stayed warm at night. And it's not that difficult having someone else around," he replied, "Especially if a person's open minded."

Elliot felt one eyebrow raising and he asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

David looked too far gone to feel any embarrassment as he explained, "Well once Nick finally got used to having an audience when we were in bed, I made the suggestion that the next time, we let her join us."

Olivia caught the shocked look on Elliot's face at this revelation and she almost laughed. It may have been their job to find out details like this but this was definitely crossing the line into the realm of 'too much information'.

"What?" Elliot managed to ask.

"Nothing like what you're thinking," David remarked, "I personally believe that sex ought to be one of the most enjoyable things in a person's life…but to watch Toni during it, you'd think she was being tortured, and always the same way, flat on her back, never moving, never making a sound, borderline petrified. So I figured, put her in a position on top, let her call some of the shots for a change, and if she didn't like it, she could quit at any time, nobody was forcing her to do anything."

Olivia shook her head, "That doesn't strike me as something that she would do."

"Probably not," David replied, "She didn't say anything when I suggested it, but then again she didn't talk much back then. See Toni…the people who paid for her would always put her through a rigmarole, like they were buying a prize pig or something, putting their hands on her to see if she was too fat or built too big for their liking, so she was very self conscious." He laughed sadly as he recalled, "She always said that was what made watching us in bed so appealing, because who wouldn't like watching two nicely built guys?"

Elliot suddenly felt his gag reflex being tested and he cleared his throat again.

Olivia took it upon herself to comment, "You look a little small to me."

"Yeah well, that's the way Toni always liked guys," David explained, "If you're not built huge, then you can't do as much damage she figured. Survival was always the first thing on her mind and she figured if the guy wasn't built too big, she had a better chance of fighting back if things turned ugly. Anyway, I think she was more horrified at taking her clothes off than anything, she was nervous so we all had a couple of drinks to loosen up."

"And what, things just got out of hand?" Elliot asked.

"No," David shook his head, "Nick was uncomfortable with it but he was a good sport…for her own part it wasn't much, she just sat next to us on the bed for the most part, she'd hardly even put her hand on him. Don't you get it? What is it you cops are always saying? Rape isn't about sex, it's about power…and she didn't want it, or she would've been in a good position for taking it."

"I'll tell you, Mike, I've certainly had worse offers," Toni told him, "David was nice, Nick was too…they tried to make it a painless experience, we all had a few drinks of tequila before we started and, they turned down the lights so it wouldn't be so bad. You know, I can understand the thinking behind a threesome, but to me they've never really made much sense, never been very practical, you know? Seems to me that only two of the three people are really getting in on the action and the third one's just there for a little extra groping, unless everybody insists on taking a turn, which that was not."

"And that's where you came in?" Mike asked.

"Well…if I'd been willing we would've done a lot more, but," she shook her head, "I just couldn't get into it. It's always awkward to say the least when there's a third person involved…if it had just been me and David, it probably would've been alright, but you know? You just get the feeling that the others are waiting for you to make yourself scarce so just the two of them can get back to it. Or, that they really just want a third party there for that extra excitement of voyeurism. But…that wasn't it, when I stopped, everything stopped, I got dressed and we went to bed."

"All together?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, that night, but after that," Toni shook her head, "I slept on the couch…David and Nick belonged, I didn't, even when David didn't bring someone home I knew, I really didn't belong there, I was only there because he was willing to take me in. He was a good guy, hardly had anything to his name but he'd help anybody he could."

"So why'd you leave?" Mike asked.

"I didn't like wearing out my welcome so I always left someone when the going was still good," Toni answered, "We all knew each other and we kind of traded off, one guy I was staying with would get me hooked up with another one, he'd introduce me to a girl he knew, I'd go home with her, trade off with a guy she knew, etc. It was a dizzying way of life but it was a way to survive."

"So let me ask you a question, Ricky," Munch said, "Why'd you keep this sketch of Toni?"

"She was my best model, and a good friend," he answered, "I haven't seen her in years so it was all I had to remember her by."

"Yes, I can see that," Munch said as he turned the picture towards him, "Pretty girl, isn't she?"

"I didn't sleep with her," Ricky insisted.

"Right, you've got a pretty naked girl at your fingertips to do anything with and you just stick to your oils," Munch said.

"I don't care if you believe me or not, it's true," he replied.

"Look, Ricky," Munch told him, "We're really not here to bust your ass and give you a hard time, we're trying to help Toni. She's been fingered as a suspect in a string of rapes against young guys with red hair. Now if you know Toni as well as you say you do, maybe you can help us."

"How?" he asked.

"Did you ever see Toni completely naked?" Munch asked, "Does she have a mark of any kind on her breasts?"

He thought about it for a second and said, "Yeah she does."

"What is it?" Fin asked.

"Yeah, sure she had a mark on her," David told Elliot and Olivia, "Most of us got several of them, scars, burns, the works. The people who paid for us got to do whatever they wanted to us and what they wanted was to make us scream."

"This is something more specific, David," Olivia told him, "The victim who made the complaint against Toni said that she has a mark on her right breast, do you know anything about that?"

David didn't respond. He only looked straight ahead at them with a blank look on his face.

"It's alright, David," Olivia said, "We're trying to help Toni, we don't think she's guilty either, but it's a matter of proving it. And whatever you tell us can only help her case."

He didn't look convinced of that and said, "Toni said you were trying to strip search her to check for a mark, if I say she has one then you're going to arrest her."

"David, we have to know the truth," Olivia said, "It's the only way to help Toni."

David let out an exasperated huff and told them, "Yeah, she does."

"What is it?" Elliot asked.

"A small mole," he showed with his hand, "About two inches under her collarbone."

"It's a small dark freckle on the underside of her right breast," Ricky told Fin and Munch as he pushed back the napkin he'd sketched a quick diagram of Toni au natural on to demonstrate.

"How obvious is it to the human eye, say a few feet away in a dim room with her standing and you lying down?" Munch asked.

"It isn't," Ricky answered, "Look, there's no polite way to put this, Toni is busty, not perky, I take artistic license with her but you wouldn't see it unless she was lying on her back, which is why I always had her model for me laying on the couch or the bed."

"Meaning," Fin said to Munch, "Bierce couldn't have seen it the way he says he did."

"Toni didn't attack him, somebody put him up to it," Munch said, "He was just guessing that she did have a mark, an abused girl, it makes sense."

"The mark might not match with what he said, but they still have to take the pictures to check," Fin was starting to put the pieces together.

"Meaning Toni would still have to be paraded around and humiliated, whoever's doing this is making it very personal."

"Right, but who would do that?" Fin asked.

"I don't know," Munch replied, "You wouldn't think by now that Toni would have many enemies left."

Ricky looked confused, "What could Toni do that she'd have any enemies? She never did anything to anyone."

Munch scoffed and said, "You really didn't know her too well did you?"

During the interview, Elliot and Olivia heard Cragen knocking on the outside of the mirror, so they told David to stay put and they left to find out what was going on.

"I don't know if we've got a problem or not, but it's not looking too promising either way," he told them.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Olivia asked.

Cragen pointed to the squad room and said, "Somebody must've put the word out about Toni to her old friends, we've got four more guys and three women who came in to speak on her behalf."

"I don't get it," Elliot said.

"I guess our friend Mr. Tompkins must've got in touch with his old neighbors, there's no other way they could've all come in this fast," Cragen told him.

"It still doesn't make any sense," Olivia replied, "We've heard Toni talk about her past, it doesn't sound very memorable and it certainly doesn't sound enjoyable, so why would all these people remember a girl who was practically comatose in bed?"

"I'll let you ask them that," Cragen answered, "I'm going to wrap up things with our friend in the next room and send him on his way for the night."