Vengeance
Chapter Four
Manhattan Special Victims Unit
7:01 AM
February 22nd, 2011
Captain Cragen raised a crooked eyebrow. "John, you've got to be kidding me!?"
"Captain," Munch said, placing a hand against his heart. "I cannot tell a lie."
Sergeant John Munch could not understand why everyone wouldn't hear his claims, and take them at face value. So he was a bit paranoid, and believed in ridiculous conspiracy theories... that didn't make him any less credible than the next guy. He just wished that someone would listen long enough to hear him out. I mean, it all made sense. Every last detail. Why couldn't they see that?
Munch put his hands up in mock defeat. "All right, all right," he replied with a sigh. "Never mind."
Elliot poked his head through the door. "'Cap, Liv and I brought in the boyfriend."
Cragen looked over at the detective, and followed him outside into the bullpen. "He looking good for this?"
"We think so," Olivia confirmed. "The sister insisted he was abusive."
"All right," Cragen nodded. "Have a go at him, and see what he reveals."
District Attorney's Office
7:43 AM
February 22nd, 2011
Casey Novak was on edge.
Slipping off her ridiculously floppy sunhat, and shoving her large sunglasses into her shirt, she stealthily made her way to her office. The message from the night before had given her a major case of the heebie-jeebies. Watch your back, Novak. I'm always watching. The words echoed eerily in her mind. Who would write such a thing?
And that was the million dollar question; who? She had been back at work all of twenty-four hours, and already the threats started.
Usually, she wasn't bothered by them. In fact, they were to be expected; she was an Assistant District Attorney dealing with very high profile cases. Utterly disgusting cases, horrendous crimes, and perverted individuals. But something about this note had rattled her to her core. How the hell had this person gotten into her apartment?
She had been too shaken to call it in the night before.
Perhaps, now was the time to inform the squad of the curious threats made against her.
Captain Donald Cragen's Office
7:45 AM
February 22nd, 2011
"Ah, Fin," Cragen looked up from the mountain of paperwork towering over his desk. "Any information from the autopsy on the Allen case?"
Fin shook his head, gazing out curiously into the busy bullpen. "Unfortunately, perp left no DNA."
Cragen nodded. "Ah. I take it that's not the reason you're here, Detective, though is it?"
Fin threw over a manila case folder apprehensively. "Never thought one of Munch's conspiracies'd be true," he muttered to himself.
Cragen opened the folder. "I—" he closed his mouth, and continued skimming over the document. "Is this—are you sure?"
"DNA can't lie, 'Cap."
Cragen dropped the folder onto his desk, the photo of a familiar fiery redhead face up. He shook his head. "I don't believe it," he murmured in disbelief. "There's gotta be a mistake of some sort."
"Lab ran the results three times, 'Cap. It's the truth."
Cragen sighed, and looked up at Fin. "... bring her in for questioning."
