She's Mine, He's Back.

Chapter 1

She's Mine

He's Back

An SVU fan fiction

Chapter 1

Detective Dominick "Sonny" Carisi raced down West 89th street in hot pursuit of a perp. In an attempt to cut him off, Fin ducked into an alley way while Carisi continued on the main street. He swerved to miss pedestrians and at one point a hot dog stand. His heart thudded in his chest and his lungs burned, his body ached and was telling him to stop but he couldn't. He had to catch the guy. Up ahead he saw him turn toward the alley Fin had cut into and Carisi smiled, knowing his partner was closing in. As suspected, Fin appeared in front and the perp halted in his step, and quickly tried to turn around, but Carisi was on the other side. He grabbed him, threw him up against the wall and cuffed him in one fell swoop.

"Johnny Reno, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of Lena Kolinsky, Joy Maynor and Mary Lancaster.," Carisi began to read him his rights.

Johnny struggled for a moment and then stopped; he knew it was over.

"Man I hate runnin' after people. I'm getting' too old for this," Fin was muttering as they hauled the perp back to the squad car.

"Ah, you still got some kick in you, old man."

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Tru Jordan snapped on her rubber gloves and stepped closer to the dead body that laid before her on the slab. Tru looked over the young woman. She found herself noticing the facts right away, about 25 years old, dark blond hair, slim physic, her analytical mind was memorizing all the technical almost instantly. She looked down at the chart and read her name, Mary Lancaster.

"Ok, Mary," Tru said. "Looks like it's just me and you. Let's see if we can get the guy that did this to you."

She took a deep breath, as she picked up the small wooden applicator from her table of tools. She lifted Mary's hand and began to scrape under her fingernails. There was quite a bit of skin under the index finger, she must have scratched the hell out of him.

"Good girl, you fought hard didn't you?" She asked. She let the scrapings fall onto a piece of wax paper, folded it up and placed it in a small zip lock like baggie. She moved on to the next one, and then next until they were all done.

She often got asked how she could do this job. How she could deal with dead bodies all day long and the answer was simple, she wanted to find them justice. The dead bodies, however, were just a small part of her job description. She went anywhere forensic evidence needed to be collected. Crime scenes, victims houses, the police station for perp samples, but today she was in the morgue.

She followed her checklist, nails-check, hair-check, swab mouth-check. She wrote down all the little details she could find, any scrap of evidence that would help. Ever since her own assault she had become meticulous with her collection of evidence. She couldn't wrap her mind around the violence in this city. How men could just take whatever they want from whomever they want it from. It made her sick to her stomach. But she could help. Each piece of evidence was like a piece of a puzzle, and it was her job to provide the police with the pieces and they put it together. She found herself talking to Mary, walking her through the process of what she was doing. It was a ritual she always did, she hardly even noticed it anymore.

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Back at the precinct, Carisi sat in the interrogation room across from Johnny Reno. He explained how they had a witness who placed him at the scene of one of the crimes. He had no alibi, they had him dead to rights, yet Johnny remained calm. Almost cocky.