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| ONE; Detective Olivia Benson looked at her partner as the car stopped just outside the alley way. “Nice place to die.” She commented as she stepped around a remaining puddle from last night’s rain. Glancing at Elliot she then added, “How does Kat like Hawaii?” Elliot smirked as Olivia mentioned his daughter who was currently on vacation with Tory, Tory’s at the present boyfriend Trip and Kat’s boyfriend, Drew. “Loving it.” Elliot replied as the approached Fin and Munch. “Well?” “He’s dead.” Munch told Ellliot. “Thank you Doctor McCoy.” Elliot replied bending down to look at the beaten man. Pulling away disgusted, Elliot lowered the cloth sheet quickly. “Same as the others?” “Yeah,” Fin told Elliot. “Except for the fact that he’s got more beating then the others.” Elliot closed his eyes. He hated Serial rapists and murderers. And it looked like one was now calling New York home. For the past week or so, The SVU team was up to their eye balls in dead bodies. Male or Female it didn’t matter. All were raped and then beaten to death. “See if you can find out who he was.” ~~ Federal Bureau of Investigation New York Offices 3368 Main Street Wednesday August 25 Assistant Director Frank Thomas looked around the basement office. He didn’t under stand what was so big about the basement, especially with this girl and her partner. Opening the door and flicking on the light he spotted the FBI Agent he was looking for. She was asleep, her head resting on the oval table she and her partner had seat up with a box of Chinese, Sweet and Sour Shrimp by the look of it-Chopsticks included- and a bottle of sparkling Strawberry Water on the floor next to her. “Agent Strummer!” Max’s head jolted up causing her brown hair to fall in her face. Brushing her hair out of her face, Max’s brown eyes locked on Frank. “Frankie!” She greeted knowing very well that since the promotion he had gotten to Assistant Director she should very well call him ‘Sir’ but since they had worked together on so many cases, Max had self reserved the right to still call him Frankie. “What brings you to my hole in the ground?” “Where’s your partner?” “Told him to take the night off. Not why you’re here.” Frank smiled. “Found your guy.” “Oh really?” Max snapped as she stood up. Bending down she picked up her water and took a sip of it. “Where pray tell.” “New York Morgue.” Max’s face scrunched up. “If he’s molesting dead people I request a transfer Frankie.” “He’s dead.” “Oh.” TWO; “No ID on the vic yet.” Fin stated as he entered the squad room. “ME did however find out that he was like the others.” Olivia looked at Fin from over her coffee cup. “So we’ve got a serial rapist on our hands.” “Try Murderer too.” Munch told her. “He’s killing each of them too.” “Thanks for the reminder.” Olivia told him. “Sorry I’m late.” Elliot told the group as he entered. Looking at Olivia he read her face and didn’t ask if they had an ID yet. “What we got?” “Nothing-“ “Three fish and a pigeon!” Max shouted to Elliot. She smiled at the group when they all turned to look at her. “Heh, hiya.” She told them. Fin smirked and turned away. Max, the last time he had seen Max was when she was in the area undercover on the K-9 case. They had stayed in contact every so often but the relationship had fizzled out after Max had been transferred to D.C for a two month long stint. “Agent Strummer.” Cragen greeted. He had come out of his office thanks to hearing her shout and was now more concerned on why she was there. “Max..Captian.” She told him bluntly. “And my partner, Agent Mark Richards.” Max sighed. “Now the legal babble. You caught a case involving a dead guy in the past few days. He’s my guy, I want the case yadda yadda yadda. Something something something.” She stopped. “Any questions?” “What’s after Yadda?” Munch asked. “Funny Munch.” Max told him. “Any problems.” “Our case.” Cragen told her. “We’re not forking it over.” Mark looked at Max and went to say something but his partner slapped her hand over his mouth. “Oh yeah me.” Max replied with a smile. “Then mind if I join the band wagon?” Elliot smirked. “Thought you caused Chaos and Mayhem.” He told her. Max returned his smirk with a sly smile. “Only on every day ending with Y.” “Max.” Mark told his partner. “Assist-“ “Frankie wants the case let him come get it.” Max told her partner. “How about another Brains and Braun?” She asked Cragen. “Get them up to speed.” Cragen told Elliot and Olivia. “Agent Strummer none of the hat tricks you pulled like last time.” “Oh no Sir,” Max stated with a smile. “I’ve got all new hat tricks.” Olivia smirked. “How you doing Max.” “Living.” Max replied. “Yourself?” “Not complaining.” Elliot cleared his throat getting the two back on the case. “47 year old John Doe-“ “Hank Edwards.” Max interrupted. “Pardon?” “Hank Edwards. Prisoner K44760. Arrested for drug possession and distribution in 2000. Escaped Police custody in 2001 after assaulting a federal officer…Now Dead.” Fin looked at Max. “Let me guess. You’re the said Federal Officer.” He told her. “Gotta love that phase…Federal officer.” “Hank Edwards, was the seventh victim.” Elliot continued drawing Max’s attention back to the case. “The guy doesn’t care about sex just, rape and killing.” “And a round of Ew’s.” Max muttered to Mark. “Anything else.” “Get comfortable…there’s gonna be more then just those…Max.” Olivia told her. THREE: Max looked at Fin from over a case file. As soon as he looked at her however Max’s eyes fell back on the file. “This guy rapes guys and women.” She stated. “Thought you didn’t have questions.” Elliot stated. “I don’t.” Max replied. “It’s just – Ew.” Olivia looked over at her. “Maybe that’s why you never worked Sex Crimes.” Max gave Olivia a strange look. “I’ve worked my deal of Serial Killers.” She told Olivia bluntly. “I’ve never worked one who had a fetish with sex though.” “Fetish?” “Yeah…Some have it with finger nails and hair. Others with salt and pepper shakers.” Max told Elliot. “Something are about sex with Fetishist and some is about well day to day life. It’s all part of that ick factor.” Going to answer, Elliot picked up his phone on the second ring. The whole team listened as he talked to the caller for a few minutes. “Your guy has a fetish for credit cards…Hank Edwards just tried to buy three six packs of beer.” “Credit cards?” Max replied as she stood. “That’s a new one.” “Coming?” Olivia asked. “Duh.” Max retorted bluntly as she left with Elliot and Olivia. They hadn’t been gone for more then a minute before Cragen came out into the squad room. “Munch Fin, ME’s found something. Take Agent Richards and see what you three can make of it.” “So Agent Richards.” Much stated…”What’s your theory on Fetishist?” “Don’t get him started!” Fin groaned. FOUR: Medical Examiner’s Office 2367 Police Plaza Wednesday August 25 Entering the ME’s office, Mark felt sick to his stomach. He was more cut out for working with computers then with corpses but when Max had left undercover she had dragged him out of it too and not back into Internet Crimes. “What have you got.” “Claw marks.” The ME told him after getting the go ahead from Fin and Munch. “They look like they are from nails, fake nails.” “How so?” Fin asked. Uncovering the body, The ME pointed out several of the marks. “They weren’t done by a knife. The marks are to thin and faint for one. Also the pressure applied is to light for a male.” She told them. “My best guess…you looking for a female.” “On all of them?” Munch asked. When the ME nodded, Munch looked back at Mark. “So much for that fetish theory.” ~~ 56th Precient 367 Wood Rd. Flashing his badge, Elliot looked at the PAA as he entered the squad room. “Detectives Stabler, Benson and Agent Strummer. Where’s our guy?” He asked. One of the detectives heard him. “Oh don’t worry now boys Sex police are here now.” Elliot glanced up at the detective but didn’t say anything. It was Max that spoke up. “Where is he detective Baldwin.” “Your asking me where my perp is.” “One,” Max snapped agitated. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Two, he’s not your perp anymore.” She flashed her badge at the detective. “He’s mine.” Max added with a smile. “Now where is my perp, Detective?” Baldwin muttered something under his breath which Elliot was glad none of them had heard of Cragen would be bailing his FBI agent Allie out of jail. Leaning them to the interrogation room, Baldwin watched the kid inside stand up. “Eh Ricky…this are some other detectives and an FBI agent, they want to talk to you.” “It was a credit card man”! Ricky snapped. “I found it and got some beer.” “How old are you?” “Seventeen.” Elliott rolled his eyes. “Why aren’t you in school?” “Cuz it’s a skip day!” Ricky told Elliot trying to act tough. “Found the card got some beer.” “Where’d you find the card?” “What’s it matter.” Max glared at the guy. “I’m not asking you again.” She warned him. “And you answer my question with a question again I’ll kick your teeth in.” “Don’t know.” Ricky replied. “That a crime.” “Only if you’re lying to us.” Olivia told him. Ricky looked at her. “What will you give me if I tell you the truth?” “We’ll have you out by dinner time.” Max told him. “It was for Roberto.” Ricky told her. “He found it gave it to me and told me if I got some beer for him and his homies, that I could hang with them.” Max rubbed her nose. “Stick to the books kid.” She told him. “Even twiddle dee knew that was a set up.” Max replied as she opened the cage and let him out. “Where can we find Roberto?” Corner of East and Seventh.” Ricky stated looking Max over. “Now what else do I get Senoritia?” “My foot up your ass is looking pretty tempting.” Max shot at him before watching the kid blot out. Giving Elliot and Olivia a small grin, she sighed. “Let’s go find his buddy Roberto.” “Cragen didn’t make you boss of the investigation.” Olivia told her. “I’m doing something that will get this sicko off the streets. You don’t like it get out of my way.” Max replied as the three of them left. Hearing no other complaints she nodded. “Thought so.” FIVE; Corner of East and Seventh Fixing the black skirt, Max looked at the van in which the SVU team was in. “Next time Munch get’s the skirt.” She told them through the wire. In the van Elliot and Fin laughed. “Go get Max.” Fin told her. Walking sexily up to the group, Max’s eyes followed Roberto’s as his eyes traveled down to her backside. “Now that is a chica a boy could sink himself into.” Max felt sick as she turned. “Want to try muchacho?” She asked with a seductive grin. She felt Roberto grab her and pull her closer. “But the wild pony doesn’t buck for anyone. What’s you name kid?” “Roberto.” “Cute name” Max replied as the SVU team came out of the van. “Hands about your head.” Max ordered Slamming Roberto’s shoulders agains the wall. Pinning him there Max waited till Munch and Fin had taken him before walking away. “Where are you going?” “To wash off his damned finger prints.” Max shouted back to Elliot. ~~ About a half hour later, Max had changed back into her regular clothes and was now sitting backwards in a chair with Munch and Fin sitting in on her interogation. “Now, Roberto... propstioning a minor to by your beer is bad.” She told him, Resting her chin on the chair’s back. “Trying to make a sexual pass at me...Worse.” She paused. “The only smart thing you didn’t do was run. And that’s in your corner. Where’d you get the credit card.” “What credit card?” Roberto asked angrily at Max. “Not a wise start.” Max told him. Glancing at Fin she shrugged passing him the interview. “We got a guy telling us you gave him the card.” Fin told him. “Let me meet this guy.” Roberto told him. “Doesn’t work that way.” Munch told him. “Give us a name or a place…Then we’ll look past the fact your being an ass.” Max snapped. “You know a couple of good nights with you-“ Max stood. “You’d what?” She asked him. “Go on!” Roberto met Max’s standing by standing himself. “Sit down.” Fin snapped at him before pushing Roberto back in his seat. “Just tell us where you got the card.” “Have her apologize.” Roberto told Fin. “Got a bad rotator cuff.” Max rolled her eyes. “Fine…I’m sorry.” Max told him. Roberto blew a kiss to Max before turning his attention to Fin and Munch. “Found it in a dumpster.” “Write it down.” Fin told him. |