law and order svu: predator strike force part 2

Part 2 of a series. Read Part 1.

Detectives Stabler, Benson and Strauss pulled up to the crime scene in Stabler’s department vehicle. It was a step down from Strauss’s standard-issue Camaro, but he didn’t mind anything if it led to a collared perp. That’s short for ‘perpetrator.’

“Looks like you beat us here,” Stabler called out to Munch and Fin, already walking the police line. Munch nibbled on a footlong, like he did. Helped him concentrate on the scene. Good old Munch — either something was going into his mouth, or something funny and crazy was coming out of it.

Strauss hollered at him: “Hey, what are you munching, Munch?” Detective Munch just smiled and shook his head laughing. No one had thought of that before and he was glad someone finally noticed. This guy’s gonna fit right in, thought Munch as he chuckled.

But the appearance of Medical Examiner Warner changed those chuckles into stern looks of taut-lipped disgust. “Found the victim in pieces in this alleyway. Her hands were chopped off along with her face. No way to ID the body yet.”

Benson sneered. “Sounds like someone didn’t want us to know who they chopped the hands and face off of.” Stabler looked like he wanted to punch something, but more than usual. Fin just stared icily at Munch’s half-chomped dog. The hot dog was now cold, but not as cold as the blood in Fin’s pissed-off veins.

“Sounds like the guy I’ve been looking for for the past two years,” said Strauss, making his way through the small assembly of cops and techs. “Hello Melinda,” he said to Warner.

“Christopher,” said Warner. “It’s been a while. You still look great.” She and Strauss had had a fling when he worked for Elite Crime Halt Operations (ECHO), before he moved on to specialize in extreme sexual criminals in Predator Strike Force. The sex was great, but neither of them could take their minds off their jobs long enough to make a commitment, even though the sex was great.

“Melinda, please. Not here in front of the victim who deserves our respect,” said Strauss.

“Right,” said Warner, rapidly switching back to Medical Examiner Mode. “I determined the time of death by carbon-dating soil samples I found on the victim’s boots. She died at 4:33 AM last night of asphyxiation caused by strangling. But the amputations were made after the assault and her death.”

“At least she didn’t have to suffer through that indignity too,” said Fin, who looked like a bulldog about to break off his chain and take a bite out of crime.

“First responders round up any witnesses for us?” asked Benson, who was so focused on surveying the crime scene that she forgot her collar button was undone, so Strauss was in perfect position to look down her top, but he didn’t even notice because he was too much of a professional.

“Only one, and it’s a doozy,” smirked Warner. “A parrot in a neighbor’s window by the name of Milky.”

Damn, thought Strauss. I can’t look into the parrot’s past by shaking its hand… parrots don’t have hands.


law and order svu: predator strike force part 1

Detective Olivia Benson placed the hard receiver of her cold police phone back in its cradle on her desk. Another day, another sex crime. It never ends, she thought. But if it ended, I’d be out of a job. In a way, are we profiting from these victims?

“Got something,” said Elliot Stabler, stirring Benson from her philosophical quandary. She welcomed the change of mood. “Remember the perp from the strangling rapes last week? He’s back.”

Benson breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that after Stabler’s brief leave of absence, he had decided to return to Special Victims Unit for good. Just a month ago Captain Cragen signed a police legal document that said Stabler could never leave SVU, and Benson would never have some other stupid partner.

Together forever — how it’s supposed to be, thought Cragen when he signed it. Hell, thought everybody.

“This suspect looks as tough as the ‘hood’ I grew up in,” barked Detective Fin Tutuola as he threw the dossier onto the crime table. That Fin. Always had a tough joke even when the worst was going down. No one said it out loud, but those one-liners helped keep all the detectives sane when anyone else would have lost it from the ocean of kid wiener photos.

“Then it’s a good thing I bought in some extra help,” barked Cragen, bald and striding from his office like a grizzled police torpedo. “Liv, Elliot — meet Special Detective Chris Strauss. He’s from PSF.”

“Hmm, Predator Strike Force,” said Detective Munch, looking up from his Kennedy assassination blogs. He kept tabs on every shadowy government organization — but that included the good ones. “I heard PSF is a lot like SVU… but faster and tougher.”

“Ha ha, I don’t know about that,” said Detective Strauss, his throaty laugh soaring like man-music. Strauss was tall and ethnic, but not too ethnic. His hair was jet black with no signs of gray, and even though he wore a dark suit that covered his muscles, you could tell he was really strong from his good posture for once. He wore a pair of silver sunglasses, even inside the police station — he had to because his eyes were naturally electric blue with flecks of gold, and he couldn’t take the chance of being IDed in case he had to do an undercover job.

I don’t know about undercover, but I’d sure like to go under the covers… with him, thought Olivia. Even though she had a lot of rocky relationships in her past, she could already see that Strauss was a cool maverick with a big heart that she’d never tell was so-so in bed. This is really unprofessional thinking, she straightened. I’d better play it cool and introduce myself like cops and partners do.

Stabler beat her to it. “Name’s Elliot Stabler and this is my partner Olivia Benson.” Elliot extended his hand to shake, and Strauss gripped it firmly. “Whoa, where’d you learn to shake hands, Superman School?” laughed Stabler. “I’ve never felt a grip like that and I was in the Marines.”

“I think a handshake says a lot about a person,” said Strauss with a wry grin, taking a bite of his favorite on-duty sandwich: The Reuben. “That’s why I try to make mine the best.”

Elliot could tell this man was best-friend material, and could easily see himself kicking back with Strauss on a weekend at the basketball court over a couple beers. Only a matter of time before this guy’s my best pal, he thought.

“All right, let’s break up the mutual admiration society,” growled Cragen. “Word came in from the brass: this strangler is a three-partner case. Stabler, Benson, Strauss: you’re the new face of Law and Order.”

But Strauss knew more than he was letting on. He did believe that handshakes said a lot about a person… but more for Strauss than for most people. You see, whoever he shakes hands with, he can see their past just like in the movie Unbreakable.