Vengeance
Epilogue
Special Victims Unit
7:23 AM
February 25th, 2011
"You know," Fin sighed. "It doesn't really seem fair that Cadee is the one going to jail? She didn't have control over—"
"As opposed to who?" Cragen questioned with an uncomfortable laugh, eyebrows raised. "Sonya? Because I'm sure a jury would love convict a ghost for the murder of a prosecutor, Fin."
"Captain," Elliot popped his head into the doorway. "I just arrested the boyfriend—Scott Thomas—for the rape and murder of Rebecca Allen. He just magically confessed everything to me on the second I walked into the interrogation room that day. It was really strange, frankly! By the way," Elliot turned to Munch. "Is it really true—Sonya Paxton is back from beyond the grave, working for the freaking Devil himself."
"... Yes."
"CSU just got back to me with some more evidence on our supernatural case," Olivia said, strolling into the room with a large evidence bag grasped in her hand. "This was a newspaper found at the crime scene. It's dated February 19th, even though Greylek was murdered on the 17th. CSU didn't understand it at first, but I pieced it together. Sonya—or, whoever—must've shown it to her before she slit her throat to scare the crap out of her."
"Before Cadee Novak slit her throat, you mean," Cragen replied, forcefully. "The fact that the deceased former ADA Sonya Paxton had any help in this murder is not to leave this room, do I make myself clear? We don't need bad press."
"You mean, we're just going to pretend that this never—"
"Yes, Munch. Yes we are."
Former Apartment of Kim Greylek
12:17 PM
February 25th, 2011
"Thank you for the flowers, Detective. You said you worked with Kim?"
John Munch looked over at the two younger woman, ADA Greylek's sisters—Kit, and Kay. He had never particularly liked Kim Greylek, but felt he owed it to her family to explain a couple things. Or rather, express his condolences. "Yes, it was truly an—an honor working with her," he replied, choosing his words carefully. He held back the urge to gag, and smiled.
"Really," Kay replied, looking rather surprised. "She always complained everyone hated her at her job—those SVU freaks, she always called them. Said they were slashing her tires, and treating her like crap!"
"What division did you say you were from again?" Kit asked suspiciously.
Munch gulped. "Robbery-Homicide," he lied.
"Ah," Kay nodded. "Well, thank you for stopping by. We've gotta finish cleaning up all of her—"
"Wait, I need to get something off of my chest," he took a seat down on the couches. He grabbed each of their hands, and gave them a tight squeeze. "Do you believe in ghosts, Ms. Greylek's?"
Rikers Island
9:04 AM
February 27th, 2011
"Ms. Novak, you have a visitor," a guard replied, letting in an woman identical to her. Had she not adorned the same orange jumpsuit she was currently in, they would have been easily mistakable. Casey stared down at her sister. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to hate the young woman who had almost sent her to prison. And yet, she couldn't do it.
"Casey," Cadee looked up, shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"Can someone not come and visit their big sis?"
"We're only ten minutes apart, Case."
"You never let me forget that growing up," Casey laughed.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the two women. Cadee coughed. "I'm sorry," Cadee said, finally. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know," Casey replied, letting out a small smile. "And I want you to know that... I forgive you."
"Are you serious?" Cadee gasped.
Casey snorted. "NO! I fuckin' hate your guts," she slammed her hand down onto the table. "You almost got me sent to prison, and all you can do is apologize? Are you fucking stupid! This is almost worse than the time you screwed my boyfriend!"
"UGH!" Cadee screamed. "Marcus was an asshole! I was just looking out for you!"
"Looking out for me—"
"I just figured that if anyone deserved an asshole, it was me," Cadee said. "And I didn't screw your boyfriend, it was your BFF, Carolina—something or other."
"I—" Casey stopped. "Wait. Seriously?"
"Yes," Cadee nodded. "I figured it'd be better that you didn't know about that. She was your best friend, and—"
"That bitch," Casey growled. "I gotta go, Cadee. I'll come by another time."
And before Cadee could say another word, Casey had called for a guard, and was out of sight. Sonya waited until Casey was totally out of the building before appearing to her former host. "Generally, when you're trying to make a relationship better, you should really be telling the truth."
"Ah, screw it," Cadee sighed, shrugging her shoulders lazily. "I'm going to Hell anyway."
