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Law And Order Special Victims Unit "The Handcuff Club" Booshty Version
An armed black slightly armored looking , S.W.A.T. uniformed police officer firmly lunges fowar d and kicks open a dark wooden apartment door widely , quickly swingingly open. He then rushes ahead pointing and aiming his assault rifle around and before him . This apartment is atypical , average looking roomed apartment. White walled wa lls , slight red wall to wall carpeting , a small plush blue couched living room , next to it is a small round wooden tabled dining room. This officer swiftly s teps and walks ahead , further pointing and aiming his assault rifle around and round himself and this average apartment's interior. Now into this apartment a f ew quick moments behind him also briskly stepping in behind him are several othe r S.W.A.T. uniformed and armed police officers , their guns readyingly before th em. The first officer rushes ahead and firmly steps into the small kitchen area of this place , then over to the far right and firmly boots in another door, wha t seems as like dark wooden thin door. Another of these armed police officers br iskly walks over to what seems to be a thin dark wooden bathroom door , he then promptly , firmly boots it in and wide open quickly , his gun leading before him self. The first then the second armed black suited officer both one by one sharp ly , firmly exclaim out loud , "Clear!!!" Now into this average type looking apartment semi casually and assertively stepping into it is a tall , reddish brown , mid lengthed haired young mid aged looking woman weari ng a black bulletproof vest , black S.W.A.T styled pants and black boots , her shiny golden flat police badge dangling and hanging around a long metal chain ar ound her neck and before herself. Her eyes are deep , dark and brownish , her sl ight pretty makeuped face a very striking , supermodelish looking , her body sli ght curvy and pudgy. Of course also right now before herself within her long pet ite clutched hands is her large handgun , up and pointing and aiming ahead and a round. Her name is Detective Olivia Benson , a well decorated type officer of th e local special victims unit within the New York city police station. Right behi nd her are two more S.W.A.T. armed and uniformed police officers semi strategica lly also pointing and aiming their guns ahead and around themselves as well. Benson cautious ly more and more enters now this small dingyly lit apartments living room's far rightside. She sees a long low set ovalish coffee table , behind that a plush bl ue cushiony pillowy couch , wall to wall red carpeting and dark wooden walls. Sh e creeps ahead and ahead now fully seeing the rest of this room and sees a large television set off to her far left and over to her far right an opened doorwaye
d small kitchen. Her big petite eyes refocus back straight ahead and across this room also now noticing a dark wooden closed door , prehaps a bedroom or bathroo m door she instantly thinks of to herself. Benson then loudly sharply exclaims , Living room...clear...!!!!" The rest of the armed S.W.A.T team uniformed office rs now flood in cautiously poised and firmly ahead all around her into this wide small dark wooden living room , a few of them still gun pointing and aiming abo ut instantly making their ways over towards the opened up small kitchen's doorwa y. Just as one of the police officers now inside the small kitchen calls out , "Kitchen....clear! !!!" Benson now loudly urges , "Ok...wait...does "anyone" hear what I hear....? Hear it....? Like someone crying...? Listen...." Benson and the other assembled by and around her all hesitantly and listeningly pauses somewhat collectively as indeed now the very muffled crying and sobbing female voice can be heard semi d istantly ahead and beyond this straight across dark wooden closed door , everyon e now can hear it. Benson slowly worriedly curses abit then again pauses , the n earest to her police vested dark blue rightside's uniformed gun poised officer f latly curiously asks over to her , "Do you "want" the living room set that is se t up you see "here?"...or do you want "what's" behind door number two.....?" Ben son semi dissapointedly sighs a deeply concerned sounding sigh slightly reloweri ng her handgun before herself her big petite eyes still staring curiously ahead over to this closed dark wooden door across this dingy room before herself. Scant moments and a few more cauitious steps later Benson on one far rightside of this door , an another of the officers at its far leftside both semi simultainiously firmly kick and boot in and down this door before them. This thinnish dark browndoor wh umps quickly downward into a darkly lit small plush looking small bedroom with b lue painted walls and red wall to wall carpeted floor. Benson then the other arm ed officer burst into this small bedroom both screaming ahead of themselves , "F reeze...!!!!! Police!!!!!" They both then staring now instantly dumbfoundedly st aring indeed into this darkly lit room and both also begin relowering their guns back down before themselves , the officer's assualt rifle and Benson's large ha ndgun. First Benson staring ahead sharply and very dissapointedly curses , the o ther officer then does the very same , then again and again. Both very much reac ting in sudden shock and disgust of sorts to what indeed is a scant few feet awa y from them , it is a youngish , tallish curvy , slightly pudgy , buxom naked wo man. Just behind her sideways is a red cushiony blanketed bed sideways end set t o this room's far leftside. This naked woman is down upon her knees , her bare long slender arms raised dangling upward abov e her , at each of her petite seemingly reddish chafed looking wrists are a pair of roundish metal shiny short black metal chained handcuffs and both outstretch ed extended sides up from her and are otherwise cuffed around two long horizonta l trailing big metal chains's both rounded circular looped ends and leading upwa rd chained into this room's dark shadowy ceiling. This long blonde messy looking haired woman looks visably bruised , beaten up abit and very weary looking. She has green eyes , a cuteish long face , a cute little nose , a full facial lippe d mouth , a very buxom pair of melonesque big nippled round of breasts , curvy p udgy body , a dark brown haired barely seen here slight puckered up vagina and a fattish ass due to her resting back upon her bare curvy feet's balls of sorts , around her petite ankles is yet another pair of binding , roundish , short meta l chained dangling handcuffs. Upon and across her slender petite face is a recta ngular large swatch of grey ducy styled tape. She has a very terrified look upon her as she curiously also stares right over at Benson and the other armed unifo rmed officer , she begins loudly whimpering and screaming in other sudden terror and raging frantic , scaredish whelping noises. Benson very angrilly glares aim lessly around this small plush darkly lit bedroom , then back ahead over to this blonde , cuteish naked battered looking woman. A very sorrow filled look taking her very visably over , her deep dark petite eyes welling up in watery sudden g radually building tears.
About half an h our later this green eyed , long blonde haired naked buxom youngish woman has a large drab green blanket all enwrapped around her buxom curvy , slight pudgy bod y and is seated within a thin black metal fold up styled chair and in front of a gareish greyish square table now within the local police station's interragatio n looking room. A large wall wide shiny glassy mirror is at this table's semi fa r sideways midsection , the walls are dingily white tiled , the floor darkly bla ck aged looking tiled. Seated across from her is Elliot Stabler , Olivia Benson' s official partner and fellow police officer. He is a tall semi mid aged short d ark brown balding abit haired , semi muscular man with a deep dark eyes , a long face and a slight tense look perpetually upon and across him. He is wearing a l ong metal dangling necklace around his slender neck , at its bottom end is his s hiny gold shield of a metal police badge and blackgrounded black horizontal rect angular clothy sheath. He is also wearin g a dark blue dresshirt , a black thin belt , a pair of black clothy pants , whi te sox and a pair of black aged dressy shoes. He is seated in a very similar cha ir to this youngish blonde green eyed buxom woman and across this very small gar eish grey metal table and attentively and sympathetically looking over to her. S tabler pauses now then as though concernedly remarks over to this youngish blond e blanketed woman , "Now....before we let you go home...or anywhere...like I alr eady said....we just gotta let you yaknow...? Get checked out medically....obvio usly not the best of things to "haveta" do.....but besides a few more questions. .."just" for the record....we totally have a ride and escort if need be to bring you to the clinic we use...like five minutes away by car....literally...." He p auses then warmly adds , "If we "can" find anything out the better to nail...tho se scumbags who must of "obviously" attacked you....odds are "right" now before "any" shower or test..." He again pauses then firmly concernedly adds , "There v ery well "is" D.N.A. , fingerprints , saliva , various fluids , bitemarks...what ever....please..."at" least consider now getting checked out.....we'll even thro w you a uniform to wear.....either way you choose here.....ok....? Jenna..."is" it....?" Jenna sniffles an d sobs abit back over at him , her long right slender petite hand somewhat rubbi ng its knuckles up under her cuteish nose , she then sadly stares back over at S tabler again then flatly toned replies , "Ok....ok....I hear ya...."logically".. .your right....ugh.....it "just" sucks....yaknow...? It was a fricking hell....! !!!" Stabler leans foward abit back over to her resting his long elbows down alo ng ahead of this small grey gareish metal table , his long hands reaching out to her as well. He then firmly asks , "Please....give me your hands...now..." Jenn a slowly complys reaching out her visable shaky looking long slender petite hand s over along ahead this table sliding abit into his open long hands very casual open grasp. Stabler slightly grasps her hands abit , stares more so ahead into h er sad looking green eyes determinedly and casually states , "We "are" gonna do our best to catch "those" scumbags.....I promise you...it's just not some line.. ..we deal with things like this everyday...."unfortunately"....." Jenna very fai ntly smiles a slight warm smile back over to him. She then sniffles a little bit more and then very firmly quips back ahead over to him , "I "really" damn hope so...." Scant moments later now both Stabler and Jenna are seated more so casually within each of their blac k fold up chairs , Stabler with his long semi muscular arms folded before himsel f , Jenna kinda sadly drooping resting ahead upon her long bony petite elbows ab
it , her long petite hands slowly as though nervously somewhat rubbing each othe r over and over again. Jenna is now dazedily , sadly , grimly and informingly to ned telling Stabler now what she can only remeber from what has indeed happened to her , up untill now. Jenna is grimly now saying , "So....I had like "only" on e drink with...some guy there at the party...Deven...? Darren....? Uh....Dannner ...? Can't "quite" remember his name for sure at all....uh....anyways...I rememb er like...partying...chilling with him...'just" talking bullcrap...yaknow...? Li ke i think some crap about the party....or something...." She pauses then as tho ugh thinkingly adds , "Only other thing I "can" remember is leaving the party wi th him.....went..."somewhere" nearby...outside at first....then I dunno why....b ut I kinda felt messed up...like "messed up"....I knew I "couldn't" have been "t hat" drunk....I 'only" had like two drinks.....then like little while outside... .in the parking lot there behind the place....I blacked out...I "think"....?" Her green eyes welli ng up yet again in very sad sorrow filled tears , and blankly toned adds , "Next thing i know....I "woke" up naked and on my knees handcuffed in that...that dam room you guys found me in....that guy I was drinking with was down behind me... ."raping" me...." She slowly pauses then scaredily toned adds on , "When I finna lly could look up...as he then did his "buisness" all over my ass...I felt it... .I noticed also in that dam room was like ten other naked guys...all standing th ere....they were all wearing...like black full faced...skimasks or...something.. ..and all "eyeing" me like a steak or something...some of them "working" themsel ves....then I remember cursing , screaming and yelling as they all started attac king me...like wild fricking animals....at first...they took turns raping me.... I couldn't "stop" them.....I begged them to "stop" and let me go....they "just" laughed at me.....then started double teaming me alot....violently yelling and t hreatening me....choking me...slapping , pinching me hard....their grubby sweaty disgusting faces and hands all over me.....yanking my hair , spitting in my fac e....calling me names....they were "in" my hands forcing me to do stuff for them all.....I felt their painfull fingers in "every" hole...over and over....I reme mber being triple , then four , then five , on and on teamed...I screamed more a t them all there....was bigtime searing "sudden" sobering pain....then like afte r the fifth or sixth guy banged me they went all ruffhouse face to face in me , then unstuffed and then one after another , they took long turns doing their " buisness" in my mouth...then all over my face.....I Blacked out again....woke up , partially dressed , swollen , red and real sore for hours easily then." She shoots back a ve ry saddened look over to Stabler and flater toned states , "Next thing only I ca n remember....is walking up just before you guys got there....I "guess"...." Sta bler solemnly sighs a deep disgusted sounding sigh back aloud over to her then s lowly grimly remarks , "Jeez....Jenna...I'm so sorry....." Jenna slowly then cas ually toned replies back over to him , "No..."don't" be....I'm the one "who's" s orry....sorry for being "so" stupid...that rat bastard I drank with "musta" drug ged me or something......" Stabler automatically comfortingly toned states back over to her , "It's "not" your fault Jenna.....like I said....whoever did "anyth ing" to you "is" at fault here....totally....I swear.....you unfortunately where set up and very much seemingly targeted....you "couldn't" have known....." Jen na firmly remarks right back over to him , "I "was" a victim.....it really frick en "hurts" allover.....even sitting here hurts....." Stabler assuringly replies back over to her , "It's ok now though....yes...I can't crap you....this "does" suck....but just think...."tommorows" another day...."and" we're gonna help you. ..."ok"....?" Jenna slightly semi sarcastically sighs abit back over him , a dea dish silence happens within this small gareish room. Stabler then grimly calmly asks over to Jenna ,"Would it be ok "if" we gave you some mugshots to loo k at...? Maybe something can "jog" your memory about..."any" of those....guys... .?" Jenna slowly now sadly replies back to him , "Sure....I guess so....ugh..... " Stabler then concernedly asks , "Is there "anything" you can else remember...a bout those guys.....those scumbags....some names they used or they might have ca lled each other....? Maybe any "accents" they used....?" Jenna ever more so blan
kly pauses further staring more back into his concerned sympathetic eyecontact. She then as though slightly casually toned states , "Actually...."only" till rig ht now.....the "only" thing I "do" know for sure...."is" something they said I " now" was....put in....." Again she pauses and even grimly toned adds , "They sai d and kept telling me I was...."in" The Handcuff Club...."whatever" the frick th at is......kinky sounding huh.....?" She angrilly glares ahead fiercly and sharp ly curses , "Those filthy fricken scumbag bastards.....!!!!" Stabler's eyes wide n ever more so also even dissapointedly , the confused sounding phrase , The Han dcuff Club...? going across his thin lipped mid aged mouth. Jenna very faintly s mirks and faintly smiles again back over ahead to him. Stabler then dumbfoundedl y comments , "Time to "get" tested....?" Jenna flatly quips back over to him , " I guess...." Stabler very mildly agreeingly smirks and contently smiles back ove r ahead to her. Meantime behind t his small greyish , gareish room's wide wall mounted , eyeleveled glassy reflect ive one way glassed mirror somewhat casually standing there are Doctor Wang , th is particular psycologist is of and has been for years of this local New York Ci ty police station , having to be a various sex crime anylist involved in his man y behind the scenes official jobs here and is good freinds with most of all the veteran cops as well as others are. He is a tallish thin Chinese , black short h aired , long faced mid aged man with deep dark but casual looking eyes. He is we aring a dark blue dressshirt , a long thin black tie , a thin vertical black bel t , a pair of black clothy pants , white sox and a pair of black dressy looking aged shoes. he is casually leaning shoulder first against this mirror's rear lef tside and wall , facing ahead attentively looking ahead over at Stabler and Jenn a. A few feet across to Doctor Wong's far rightside is Captain Donald Kragan. A veteran , slight weather beatened seeming down police officer here now for many many years so far and his the actual boss of this particular sex crime unit. He is a bald upper mid aged looking round dark eyed , distinguished abit seeming is standing there , his long arms folded in front of himself , a pensive look upon his upper mid aged face as he also stares alongside Wong's very same point of b iew now behind this large wide glassy mirror. Kragen has very balding dark brown hair , slight mid sized nose , a thin lipped mouth and a slender but slight mus cular body. he is wearing a white dressshirt , his long sleeves rolled up abit , a thin dark brown tie , a black thin belt , a pair of black clothy pants , whit e sox and a pair of black dull looking shoes. Kragan casually and then flatly remarks over to Doctor Wong , " Well...."usual" question to ask.... but......now what....? I say we wait for after her testing here on her....find o ut just "if" what daterape drug was in her.....then maybe try to trace back to s ome "known" perps....mabye net in some dealers....ask a few questions....?" Doct or Wong then looks casually back over to him and flatly replies to him , "Dunno. ...any kind of a daterape drug "can" be really hard to narrow down...unless some one out there....say....points us in a particular...hypathetical direction....." He pauses then flater toned informingly adds , "Daterape drugs as you can even attest to.... can be sold all online....locally , it used to be only in certain regions of the city....now even synthetcally drugs pop up.....wherever....wherev er's there's money to be had......" doctor wong then looks back ahead through th is large wide glassy mirror and concernedly states , "As for "her" in there..... she definatelly "needs" a hospital rest for sure.....at least a few days for obs ervations....she might even be way too shook up to "even" suggest therapies...or anything remotely close to it....considering just how sensitively humiliating s uch cercimstances indeed are.....but we gotta try to convince her......some vict ims either clam up...or cope....luckily...maybe its "just" the time for her to v oice such things....or just maybe thanks to Elliot..... it "looks" so far at lea st little by little that "Jenna" is maybe starting to cope...with all this....." Kragan then semi tire dly tobed quips , "Yet another "wait" it out scenerio I guess.....bless her she
was able "at least" give us some information.....looks like they "really" worked her up , down and over...." He pauses again as he is reglancing back ahead now as well through this large wide glassy window and flater toned adds , "Just 'lik e" all the other victims of this...."Handcuff Club".....seven in the last month already....jeezh....its horrible I'm sure as you've must have seen on T.V....rea d online or in the proverbial papers nowadays.....same type victim , same report s coming in very similar patterns..."so far"...." Doctor Wong slightly casually toned replies back over to him , "Yes...of course....its like you asked....."wha t now"?...Unfortunately as usual......" He ever so slightly flashes a mild amuse d look upon himself back again over to Kragan , Kragan semi tiredly sighs a deep sigh of breath back over to him , then yet again stares back ahead through this large wide glassy window , he then flatly remarks , "Yeah....sex crimes , viole nt crimes , just crimes "in" general.....' He yet again pauses then flater tone d adds , "Just "another" day here.....unfortunately....ugh......gets tiring....b eyond belief.....not to state "such" an obvious...." Doctor Wong then concer nedly musingly toned asks back over to him , "Maybe "time" for a vacation....."m aybe" we are all overdue.....?" Kragan slightly semi sarcastically smirks a smir k right back over to him. Kragan then firmer and more sarcastically adds , " I " could" dream for one of "those"...." Doctor Wong then as though exasperatingly a nd dissapointedly sighs a sigh back over to him. Kragan directly looking again b ack over at him insistently toned remarks , "It's "not" easy....no one "said" it would be...."yet"...." He pauses yet once again then casually quips , "Short an swer though......maybe in a few months.....vacations are great...."but" its alwa ys hard to come back...." Doctor Wong then agreeingly quips back over to him , " Understandably.....for eyeryone...." He relooks back ahead grimly adding , "Espe cially for victims....."not" for me to state an obvious....huh....?" Kragan then firmly states , "Another casefile...."ugh"....time to take on "even' more work. " Doctor Wong then pauses and as though nonchalantly toned asks back over to him , "You sure you "don't" want to try any herbal teas.......?" Kragan then slight ly amusedly smirks a slow smirk back over to him , then tiredly looking stares , gazes and looks back yet again ahead through this large glassy wide mirror. About half an hour later Benson is frazzeledly looking and seated within this squad room's small breakro om. A wide , greyish walled , and dark floored , long tabled room with dark grey ish painted walls , a long vertcal formica type countertop along its rearside , atop it are various things such as a coffee maker , a rectangular aged looking m icrowave and a small , waisthigh white refridgerator. Benson is seated alone in here amoung the semi bright but soft lighting sitting in a thin black fold up ch air drinking from a dark blue ceramic coffee styled mug in her long petite hands atop one of this long table's far rectangular end before her. Into this area wa lks in Stabler from her far rightside and casually approaches this long table an d proceeds to sit down in the visably pulled out thin black chair there in front of Benson's far ahead petite rightside. He fimly sits and warmly smiles a smile right ahead over to her and comfortingly toned asks , "Are you "allright" Liv.. ..? Not to sound stupid...or anything....yaknow...?" Benson warmly smirks and sl owly looks back over to him and semi sarcastically asks , "You mean..."again"... .? Jeez Elliot.....I can never get used to "it"....we all struggle with such...h orrors...."just" gotta stride on...."right"....?" Stabler then leans back in his seat abit and flatly adds , "I heard Kragan "suggested" you take some time off. ..."if" you need it...of course....?" Benson semi tiredly sighs back over at him then flatly replies , "Something like that....yeah....told him "I'll" take the weekend off.....kinda compromise with him....get him to stop be ing such a "worry wart"....hopefully....yaknow....?" Stabler then firmly states back over to her , "Can't blame us for any of us being about you "or" any of us to be.... duh?....Concerned......we've "all" yes unfortunately have been through alot of uglyness....it "does" suck...." Benson sharply states back over to him , "Considering my track record....I respect that Elliot....being in the line of danger...."that" jail I went undercover in a few months back...the attempted sex
ual assualt that guard put on me.....course it "still" effects me." Benson then pauses catchi ng more so direct eyecontact with Stabler and grimly adds , "And "yes" it does s uck....alot at times....but I get on with it....just maybe....maybe I can be of help on "this" case or any other.....instead of crying in the dark over it.....o r like Kragan's been saying alot recently...." Again she pauses then flater tone d remarks , ""Just" another day around "here"....." Stabler then glances down an d over at Benson's coffee cup then back up to her again , then playfully asks , "While "we're" waiting for the Jenna rapekit results.....can I buy you "another" drink....."here"....maybe "some" tea?" Benson more so warmly and amusedly smile s a deeper smile back over to him , she then casually asks , "Just like Kragan.. ."you" been chatting alot with Wong.....?" Stabler smirks abit and then nonchala ntly quips back over to her , "Tea could or....."would" be better for alla us... .."overall"....plus "if" you ever need a breather....just let me know Liv....." Benson then deeper semi sarcastically sighs a deep sigh of breath back over at h im. About another half an hour later Stabler and Benson are getting out of a mid sized black undercover c opcar that is now gradually parking to a slow stop in front of and along the fro ntside of various local buisnesses storefronts , the one they park in front of i s a thin metal trimmed glassy dressed up looking multi colored storefront of a p articular store. First Stabler then Benson get out of this car reclosing each ca r door accordingly behind themselves and both turning and walking ahead onto the aged long sidewalk before them and this certain glitzy looking store and its on e main storefronted large metal trimmed frontside. Stabler sarcastcally smirks a t what he now sees before him within this store's frontside , which is several v arious set up and displayed three humanoidish looking and shaped rubbery person sized maniquins. Two of them are visably black colored puffy muscled men and wit h wide eyed cartoony expressions upon them both , both wearing black leathery sw imsuit looking garments. On the knees resting bac k on its feet resting against and blocking these two maniquins private parts and waistlines is the third form. The form of a long blonde wigged female facially painted up faced white what seems an obvious rubbery sexdoll , dressed in a purp le string bikini around its curvy buxom rubbery contoured and shaped body. along the buxom hid chest and across the two clothy string bikini cups are the two wo rds from right to left are , "Take" on the right round one. On the left bikini c lothy cup is the black lettered word , "Control". Down upon and along the bikini bottom is a cartoony phrase spelled out with soft puffy letters displaying the phrase , "Fill A Hole." Around her neck is a black oversized abit looking leathe ry dog collar , a long metal thin chain leading off of its rightside and trailin g up , over and into the big black inflatable muscular puffy man's large cushion y shaped left grasping looking hand who is behind her knelt rubbery curvy rights ide. A very cartoony full red lipped smile upon her googly green eyed puffy , sm all nosed face , her long blonde realistic looking hair in a ponytail , held tog ether by a plush purple decorative "Scunchee" type clothy elastic band. Benson as though disgust ingly glares straight ahead at all of this warmly facing them through this windo w and the street , she walks up and stops a few steps away from Stabler's tallis h rightside and firmly remarks , "So...you think "the sleasebag" that owns "this " place "might" know about the same daterape drug that now we "know" that showed up in Jenna....? Isn't "this" the supposed honest smut peddler.....you've told me about in the past here...?" Stabler casually looks back over to her and firml y replies , "Smut "yes"...but pills...."he" hates them.....usedta deal them....g ot busted...."supposedly" gave it up.....hope for real "he" did....just hunching "connectionwise" he might be able to point us in a...possible helpfull directio n...." Benson dissapointedly glances back over at him then again ahead into what looks as now obviously a sexstore's glassy metal trimmed wide storefront. Benso n pauses then grimly muses , "Hope "that's" all of where "he'll" try to point us ......this "is" really out there....." Stabler flatly comments back to her , "We
"go" in...ask a few questions....if I see him batting zero..."we" then leave... ..." Benson then ever more so disgustedly toned comments , "Jeesh....always only "saw" this place here....ugh...." She then turns and continues walking ahead an d off to her far rightside , Stabler casually follows on behind her , a slight t ired look now upon him abit. He then as though playfully sarcastically adds as h e walks along , "Fun place....to bad it's "so" legal....just the traffic around it.....that's an undesirable..."ugh"...." Benson now approaching this store's tw o thin metal trimmed glassy front doors flatly replies back to him , " Unfortuna tely "it's" always needed....maybe even such this '"is" the city...." She pauses reaching and grasping the left front door's horizontal metal thin doorhandle th en indeed opens this door before herself and flater toned adds , "A city "of" si ck legal degenerates....." , a sudden noticeable slight vindictive look coming a cross and upon her deep dark petite eyes. His name is Mis ter Bell , he is standing casually behind a vertical waist high rectangular squa reended shocase of glass , trimmed thin metal and within are various , assorted , sized and multicolored sex toys resting there in this twenty foot widelong dis play case , upon two low set red clothy shelves. There displayed are about fifty various large , bulbous cartoony sausaged looking penis sized shaped , mushroom headed dildos in a horizontal long row along this top cased top shelf. Upon the second shelf are a bunch of displayed round metal , thin chained sets of handcu ff's all side by side in various assorted colors as well. Mister Bell has a five by tenned clipboard down before himself upon this long glass display case and i s holding a long black pen within his slender long right hand. He is an aged thi n , tall weathered looking man with short dark brownish greyish hair , dark deep beady eyes , a longish nose , a long face and thin lipped mouth. He is wearing a black two piece suit , an unbuttoned white dressshirt , a red teeshirt , black sox and a pair of black aged shoes. A slight laid back and very restrained look is upon him as he now stares , gazes and looks down at this poised set clipboar d before himself. At his far tall , slim rightside is what appears to be yet ano ther sex toy , its a twelve inch , three inch round rubbery penis shaped bulbous mushroom headed dildo that is resting connected to a square brown clothy , plas ticy base. Next to this semi erect bulbous protruding pointing left sex toy are a few other of the same sex toy in a few rectangularish pink cardboard boxes wit h cartoony logos along them all in a slight scattered heaping pile of many there . Stabler first ap proaches towards Mister Bell and this long main seeming display case , his long left hand holding up to eyelevel his chained dangling shiny yellow metal police badge within its black clothy backing grasping gently inside his long left finge rs. Him then Benson also holding her chained dangled police badge as well slight ly ahead of herself but in her slightly extended long right petite hand. Stabler then Benson attentively look straight ahead over at Mister Bell. Stabler stops in his tracks first and casually greets over ahead to MIster Bell , "Mister Bell .....you "might" remember me....I'm "the" local question asker.....?" Benson pau ses relowering her badge back danglung before herself then firmly urgingly asks ahead , "If you're "not" so busy.....?" Mister Bell just then curiously looks up from his clipboard and directly ahead at Benson's more so eyecontact , he then very thinly smirks a smirk and looks back over ahead to Stabler. He then in a ca lm , errie type but firm musing voice quips , "Ah....Mister Stabler.....yes....w elcome back...." He again pauses then looks back over at Benson then warmly tone d remarks , "Is "she" your partner....now....no more Miss Beck....?" Stabler as though tiredly replies back over to him , "Yes..."that's" Officer Benson...." as him and Mister Bell recatch their mutual eyecontact once again. Benson annoyedl y replies back ahead to Mister Bell , "We "both" have a few quick questions...." if" you don't mind.....? No matter "who" I am...." Mister Bell reglancing again back over to her smirks a semi sarcastic smirk more so back over at her. He yet again pauses then looks back over to Stabler and dissapointedly asks , "Allright Detective...."what" are your questions then....? My taxes are paid up....my per mits are renued recently.....I'm a "sober" sex aid peddler....not much more....n
owadays....I'm sure as "you" can...so to say....testify too....again...if need b e....my monthly drug tests....my parole report...." Stabler firmly squints his e yes gain but curiousier and then flatly replies back over to him , "Right...righ t....no....it's about uh.... "something" else..." Mister Bell th en more so looks back over ahead curiouser to him as Stabler then firmly asks , "Daterape drugs....."who's" been blowing up nowadays..."so to say"....." Mister Bell slightly confusedly smirks as Stabler then insistently adds , "One...maybe two names..."we" walk....like "we" weren't here tonight...."ok"...?" Mister Bell again pauses then inquisitively furrows his brow back over towards Stabler then casually quips , "Ah....you "still" think I frequent memory lane "still"....eve n though "I'm" clean from such....crap....." Stabler partially assuringly toned sharply replies back over to him , "Not "at" all....just wondering 'only" if you ...yaknow...."still" hear things....."that's all".....come on now Mister Bell... .please let's do this an "easy" way huh....sure your morea Mister Clean type now adays....I get it....good for you....just a "reminder" old pal....help us out... .never know....maybe "some" day...."you'll" need a break....let's not proverbial ly jerk it here....no pun intended.....you "still" got seady customers....lotta weirdos...."no" offense....right....? "Huh"....?" Mister Bell semi tiredly sighs abit , rolls his deep dark eyes abit to his rightside then looking yet once aga in over to Stabler firmly states , "Very well Detective....since "you" know how much I hate date rape pills..."nowadays"....prehaps...."maybe" just maybe....I h eard scant things mentioned...mostly the stuff in the papers and news though...n ot "too" much else I could tell you.....except "that"....now that I think of wha t I "did" hear the other day...." He looks back over ahead to Benson then yet ag ain back to Stabler and firmly quips , "I heard "whoever" this "Handcuff" club i s....they use their drugs in mostly "one" bar so far.....that "I've" heard some passing through patrons......seems this new "crimespree" has occurred so much it 's negatively effecting some of the clubs those things happened from...in theory ...." Stabler annoyedly quips , "In theory...of course..." Mister Bell th en annoyedly toned adds , "mater of time before "even" just you people this kind a place "could" attract the so wrong attention...." He once more pauses then fir mer adds , "Not good buisness Detective....not "for" me....." Benson as though s lightly impatiently asks back up and over to Mister Bell , "Just please Mister B ell....the nightclub...."please"....?" Mister Bell now indeed looks right back o ver to her warmly smirks again and contently remarks , "You "crave" control..... how fun....." Benson semi confusedly looks back over at him. Mister Bell reglanc ing yet again to Stabler and s though tiredly answers , "The Mackhole.....heard there's a click there.....selling some "kinda" newer styled pills....I have no i dea "who" though....honestly....I'll lie detector to "that"....guess since these Handcuff Club thingys have people scared and happened...mighta caused a boom in "such"....crap....?" Stabler nods his head casually up and down as though deepl y thinking back over at Mister Bell. Mister Bell then flater toned remarks , "Th ese Handcuff Club crimes aren't good buisness around here Detective.....as you c an plainly see...this place is looking up....legitamitely....ok...?" Stabler then point blanketedly quips back to him , "I "still" don't haveta like it...."keep" that in mind...."old pal"....." Stabler then pauses then semi polietly adds , "T hanks for the name....we'll check it out....we didn't hear it here....whatever.. ..get back to work then...Mister Bell....as much as it's uglying up the street.. ..." Mister Bell then nonchalantly remarks back over to him , " Just "go" away D etective....besides the handcuffs , gun and badge you two don't look police offi cer...enough...." As his laid back dark deep eyes reglance yet once again back o ver to Benson , he then pauses semi sarcastically adding , "No offense but if yo u two "were" in offical police uniforms....could help improve my look around her e....nightclubs , the hat , the boots....fetishes....yaknow....?" Benson the n unapprovingly toned urges back over to him , "Go take a shower...."Mister" Bel l....good day...." She then casually turns around to her far leftside and walks
back away , Stabler firmly then urges back over to MIster Bell , " Don't give "u s" an excuse ta "haunt" you....seems my partner doesn't like you "already"...." He then casually also turns around to his rightside though and walks back away f rom MIster Bell and this long glassy metal trimmed display case of sex toys. Mis ter Bell flatly quips back after him , "Of course Detective...we must "all" watc h we're we stick our necks....or anything else for that dear kind of matter...." huh"....?" Stabler dissapointedly sighs walking further back ahead just behind B enson's disgusted looking petite far rightside to this store's dual glassy metal trimmed doors. Mister Bell contently smiles a slighter smile watching them both now leave his very glitzy , glassy plush surrounded store and back out to their black mid sized car. He then thinkingly squints his eyes abit watching indeed n ow Stabler and then Benson getting into this very black parked car's sides , the n the doors reclosing firmly shut behind each one of them. As Benson grasps , re swings and recloses her car door back firmly reshut her deep dark petite eyes fl ash this place yet another disgusted glaring look. This car then starts up , roa rs to life abit and then drives slowly off and ahead more so back into this stre et and further ahead on and onward away from here. A few minutes l ater Benson seated in this black car's black cushiony seated passengerside is bl ankly looking out her window abit and dumbfoundlly remarks , "Can't believe "tha t" scum is implicating..."The Mackhole"...but I guess I shouldn't be surprised a nymore....it's just I go to a coffee shop at least once a day usually on that bl ock....only ten minutes away from my place.....albeit on the entire other side o f The Mackhole's rear entrance but "still"...creepy terriible just to think of.. .." Stabler casually gently grasping the car's round black steering wheel and dr iving along tiredly replies back over to her , "The Mackhole's probably "just" a temp spot as you know till someone gets caught say drugging anyone there.....be t these scumbags have done this stuff allover the city....maybe this place is "j ust" a new stomping ground....?" Benson slightly reglances back over to him then flater toned replies , "Not surprising the way things are in the city.....the c rushed economy...sex crimes raising statistically.....just more unneeded sick "b ad" guys.....lucky "us" huh?" Stabler then cu riously looks back over at her then plainly asks , "Does "that" coffee shop serv e tea too....it must...right....?" Benson sarcastically laughs back over at him , "Ha....ha....ha...." Stabler then nonchalantly adds , "Just saying before your last day tommorow before the weekend....yaknow Kragen's most likely gonna be wa ry of putting you with much work.....mind if I buy ya a cup there...."before" yo u turn in...? Looks like you need some...." Stabler then urgingly asks , " Whatt ya say partner.....? Why not...? Won't both get ta hangout till Monday....one cu p...come on....?" Benson playfully quips back over to him , "Whatever Elliot.... but "make" mine coffee....." Stabler amusedly toned then suggests , "Try the tea slash coffee drink that's out....?" Benson then semi sarcastically remarks back over to him , "You're incouragable today....jeesh....sure today was "messed" up ....and now also ontop of it a time consuming stakeout or a sting has to be set in motion now at The Mackhole.....like we've been saying all day....just more... ."crap"...." Stabler apologeti cally quips back to her , "Ok...ok Liv....just trying to help....suggest somethi ng..."normal" seeming yaknow...?" Benson more so directly stares back over to hi m and then firmly asks him ," Elliot...I have a "good" idea what you're "trying" to do here...."ok"....?" Stabler semi tiredly reglances over to her , Benson pa uses then even firmer but casually adds , "And..."thanks"....." Stabler warmly a gain smiles a slight smile back over to her his deep dark eyes relooking back ah ead again then semi sarcastically quips , "Good "enough" to get you "to" sit sti ll again." Benson rolls her eyes tiredly abit back over to him and slyly smirks abit more , then flatly quips , "Whatever..."Doctor Stabler" now "is" it....?" S tabler amusedly laughs a little continuing to steer and drive casually on furthe r ahead on and onward. About fifteen m
inutes later now Stabler and Benson are seated indeed within a local white walle d , red tiled floored coffee shop , outside this store's glassy frontside and ab ove the mid section of it is a vertical white sign with the cartoony black lette rs displaying the name , "Davey's". Stabler are seated at a round thin white tab le and each seated within a thin cushiony thin metal chair and sitting across fr om one another. The rest of this coffee store is of an atypical long countered , various coffee and tea products are all scattered about amidst a large long gla ssy metal trimmed display case are two blue and green uniformed people wearing c lothy green visors upon their heads. Behind them both up upon the rear wide room's wall is a large rectangular orange colored backboar ded , bold black lettered menu of various products , foods and drinks. All aroun d Stabler and Benson are a few other scattered round white tables and thin black cushiony chairs , at this store's far leftside around one of these tables is a dark green tee shirted , green belted , green pantsed , white socked and black l ow topped sneakers is a youngish tall thin black man wearing a white long clothy apron. This youngish black man is a busboy here and is indeed bussing one of th ese very tables by picking up a few assorted sized cardboard white cups and some crumpled up white papery looking napkins and putting all of this atop a mid siz ed round black plasticy tray down before himself. Stabler holding his tall white cardboarded cup of tea before himself casually with his long thi n hands semi resting it atop this white round table down before himself and aiml essly glancing and reglancing around and about this average looking place of bui sness. Benson is casually seated as well holding her tall white cardboarded cup of coffee down before herself with her long petite hand and atop this table as w ell , she tiredly looks back over at Stabler. Stabler concernedly quips , "Wish "this" place was a little...noiser....as weird as it sounds....guess I'm used to just loud chaos...huh...?" Benson then am usedly smirks and casually replies back to her , "Yeah...."I" know......kinda , sorta peacefull though....maybe "it's" the time of day here....usually I come by here in the mornings....lot more busy then.....no big surprise I guess...." Jus t then Stabler's cellphone rings its melodic electronic musical sounding rington e , then again and again. Stabler dissapointedly curses as he now reaches down a nd into his thin black jacket's lower right pocket with his long right hand's fi ngers , he then indeed grasps and pulls his small black cellphone up and out of it. With his right thumb he presses a small black button up along its flat conto red rightside , this cellphone now unflips open. Stabler then raises this cellph one up to and along his slender face's rightside and ear. He listeningly pauses then curiously toned greets , "Stabler....." He then semi curiouser squints his deep dark eyes abit and then firmly states into his phone , "Ok...right...."than ks"....I'm on my way then....bye...." As he looks back warmly over at Benson his long right hand refolds back up his cellphone closed shut and semi sarcasticall y remarks , "Ugh Liv....bet "it's" not a big surprise but "before" I get to go h ome I gotta swing by somewhere quick.....kinda important..."crap"...." Benson then co mfortingly toned replies back over to him , "Big shock....happens to alla us.... lucky we "had" some hanging time....right...?" Stabler amusedly laughs abit back over to her then casually replies , "Luckily just a quick errand....but yeah... .errand nonetheless....ugh again.....you "gonna" be ok....?" Benson assuringly t oned replies back over to him , "Sure....only ten minutes away....no biggie..... I'll be fine..."Elliot"...." Stabler warmly smirks once again back over to her a nd freindily replies to her , "Raincheck times continue.....sorry....huh...?" Be nson then firmly assuringly quips back over to him , "I'll call ya when I get to work tommorow...."ok".....?" Stabler casually sits up and stands before his sli ding back abit seat and warmly quips back , "Good enough...see you tommorow...." He pauses then urgingly urges over to her , only IF you "have" too...Get some " ice cream" popsicles you love so much....but also....do "get "some" rest too...r ight to bed "Liv"......"
Benson semi sarc astically smirks back over to him as he now casually walks away from her and thi s table and back out of this dual glassy front doored coffee store. Benson tired ly sighs yet again today and then reraises her coffee cup again sipping deeply f rom it slightly watching Stabler get back over into the black mid sized car and drive away. Benson then sits back abit in her seat and casually replaces her cup back down atop this white rounded table before herself again. The busboy passes by her front and far turned leftside and towards another trash semi strewn whit e round table. Benson pauses then casually stands up , slides her chair back abi t away from the table , turns and casually walks off to her far walking leftside and over ahead towards two set together white batroom doors each with an upper square dark blue stickered sticker. Each sticker and bathroom door with seperate different white symbols of a stick figured male shape and a bobbed styled haire d white shaped stick figured symbol , the women's room on the left , the men's r oom on the right. Benson obviously walks , strides and steps over ahead towards this women's room closed door. She proceeds to casually grasp and pull this door open widely and casually and then walks further ahead into this women's bathroo m , the door gently swinging back shut behind herself. Scant moments l ater Benson now exits this women's bathroom and casually walks back over to the white round table she just was seated at , she then sits back down in her seat a gain. Her long right hand reaches back over to her coffee cup yet again , regras ps around it , raises it upward yet again to her full lipped mouth and then yet again deeply sips and drinks from it. Her dark deep petite eyes relooking back a ll around this coffee shop yet again as well. This time there are now two oldish looking white haired people , a visable old couple dressed in dark clothy blue and black clothes and low topped white velcro attached instead of laced sneakers . standing there at the store's main counterspace and ordering things from the a ttendent behind the counter facing them polietly looking back over ahead to them . Benson relowers her coffee cup again continuing to glance back all around and off to her semi distant left then rightside , her body leaning long elbows first down along this white round table. Her long right hand then again reraises this coffee cup back up to her full lipped mouth , this time even deeper drinking fr om it , in fact now finishing off the very last big gulp of coffee. As she finishes this coffee she relowers the cup once more she reslides her seat back once more and proceeds to casually stand back up again before her chair. Benson then now holding the empty cup in her long left hand pushes this chair back customarily , slidingly ahead back into more of the white round table again. Another few more casual glances all around and now Benson walks ahead and over to this store's f ar leftside and right over towards a waisthigh black rectangular horizontally pl aced trash barrel. Anticlimatically Benson tosses this empty coffee cup down int o this barrel's rectangular wide vertical topeneded gap , she in motion continue s stepping off to her slender tallish petite leftside up ahead over now to this store's glassy thin metal trimmed sidedoor's. Soon as now Ben son walks out onto the sidestreet's aged long sidewalk the side door she just ca me out of gently swings reclosed back behind herself she suddenly feels somethin g strange come upon her , as like a slight headrush. Benson keeps on casually wa lking on ahead down this sidewalk , she tiredly curses rubbing her forehead's sl ender petite rightside. She now again feels fine , her breath huffing tiredly ab it as her deep dark petite eyes squint confusedly abit aimlessly around. Benson walks on and onward but somehow , totally unexpected to her , she foot stumbles staggeredly off to this aged sidewalk's further rightside , then back over to th e far left. Benson immediately feels another headrush hit her as she now stands still as though bracingly stanced along this sidewalk , her vision now slightly being fuzzy to her. She sharply dissapointedly curses , then again and again , t hen finnally slurs abit the confused toned statement , "I've...."been" dwwww--ug ged......? But....how....?" Her eyes dialating and blinking and blinking away , her overall look looking sleepy and drained. Benson then alertly stares back dow
n this sidestreet hearing a very swift , quickly approaching vehicle pulling rig ht up in front of herself and this aged sidewalk. A black squareish vehicle swoo ping in from along this sidestreet's mid section nearing this aged sidewalk. She squints and squints her deep dark petite eyes as now a black squareish van whooshingly drive s up , pulls up right in front of herself even closer and stops parked passenger side towards her. Right as this happens the van's big square side door clunkingl y , swooshingly slides out and firmly , widely to the far open rightside. Benson shakes her petite dark haired head confusedly as though trying to shake proverb ial cobwebs out of her head further ahead. Swiftly from out of this very dark sh adowy squaresish van's opened interior out jumps right directly , quickly over a head at her are two black clothy skimasked black rectangular sunglassed muscular , slender male shaped people wearing big black clothes , thin black gloves and black boots both pounce out of the van firmly landing down atop this aged sidewa lk mere inches in front of Benson. They both land and automatically pause , thei r big bodies tensing up visably , Benson stammers a few slurred angry toned word s towards both of them , then instantly faints , passes out on her feet and proc eeds to fall foward towards these two big skimasked , sunglassed black clad men. They both eagerally catch her limp falling body and quickly with their large st rong hands grab all curiously around her curvy body and stepping quickly backwar ds pull her ahead and into this black van's dark shadowy interior. The black van then casually drives off and away back down and away amidst this aged sidestree t , its squareish side door clunkingly sliding back reshut and loudly whumpingly reclosed. The next day , e arly afternoon Stabler now walks into his very workplace , the squad room in the local police station here in New York City. It is a dimly lit large wide , smok y gareish green painted walled , aged greyish tiled floored space filled with a few paperwork littered placed rectangular dark metal atypical looking office des ks. At its far rightside is a dark wooden section that is the dark brown glassed office door of Captain Donald Kragen , and of course office. a row of a few mid sized squareish glassy clean looking windows running alongside its leftside , e ach covered in horizontal rows of venitian black blinds a row on each window dan gling there mostly closed up. Most of these office styled desks right now are se ated there actual other plainsclothesed police officers doing various aspects of their jobs here in the special victims unit. Stabler casually glances around to his far left seeing the coffee maker resting atop what looks like a fold up sma ll dark wooden table , and at its leftside are several rows of mid sized sixteen ounced sized multicolred styrofoam looking cups. He then glances around to his rightside seeing a few officers each sitting at their desks on land lined averag e telephones and all seperately chatteringly speaking various tones and such. St abler smirks a slight content smile as he now stops walking then more so turns b ack over towards the tabled coffee maker and the cups there. Just then from his nearby rightside a very familar to him fellow officer walks up alongside , s tops and looks right over at him and smarmingly remarks , "Coffee first..."I" ne ver blame ya for that Elliot....." This mid aged black , greyish short haired sl im , slender , long faced , slight roundish eyeglassed man is Detective John Mun ch , another esteemed veteran of this particular squad of police officers with d eep dark aged looking eyes , slight long nose , a thin lipped mouth and a semi l aid back look upon him. He is wearing a black three piece suit , a dark blue dre ssshirt , a red tie , white sox and a pair of black aged looking dressy shoes. M unch casually then quippingly asks over to Stabler , "How's "things"...? Heard y ou and "Liv" have been crawling the proverbial walls "with" all this Handcuff Cl ub crap as much as alla us been....huh....? Been awhile...." Stabler warmly smi rks back over at him then casually replies to him , "Yeah....long hours question ing every other thug related to..."any" drug and or daterape drug pill...uh....w orld....wacky scumbag tour of sorts..."it" sucks....we've covered most of the ci ty so far in the last week....the nightclubs , the sex stores , wherever....." H
e pauses then sarcastically adds , "Nice....huh....?" Munch semi sarcastically s miles right back over to him and flatly remarks , "Yikes...and Jeez Elliot...sou nds..."fun".....luckily though....me and the others have been tracking some junk too....cyberjunky online phramacies , doctors , dentists.....therapists offices ....kind of a static search....but some kinda ugly fun nonetheless.....federal d isclaimers , online angencies....junkads...." He pauses then firmer adds amusedl y , "Just "maybe" a cleaner way of working here....?" Stabler then nonchalantly quips , "Guess I'm "just" taking the scenic tour....?" Munch amusedly smirks aga in semi tiredly sighing now as well. Stabler returns walking back ahead over to the coffee maker's small dark brown break table. Munch casually then asks ahead over to him , "So..."where's" Liv...? Maybe resting...if so she "totally" deserves to...this case "must" still be wracking her...."still"..." S tabler eaching this very coffeemaker's table and slightly curiously returns back over his tallish rightside back again over to Munch and concernedly toned asks over to him , "Liv..."isn't" here yet....?" He pauses then flater toned adds , " She "was" supposed to call me before I got here...."but" didn't....thought maybe she got hung up on something....?" Munch nonchalantly muses back over to him , "Maybe "that's" only it...you know how messed up traffic's been since "that" big assed construction...road thingy near her side of the city has really kinda...ya know.... been....detours...accidents....major traffic build up...."not" just mak ing excuses for her...yaknow...?" Stabler reaches over grasping one of the botto mside's upened end of a red styrofoam cup down before him now upon this break ta ble , he then confusedly replies back over to Munch , "Yeah....I know "all" that Mister...roadquest....it's just Liv "usually" takes back streets and stuff to g et here....she says it takes her like twenty two minutes instead of twelve minut es before...all that..."traffic" crap up near there...." Munch then casu ally muses , "Maybe "it's" only a literal....overslept thing....who knows for su re Elliot...." He again pauses then urgingly toned adds more so directly over to him , "Have a donut , cup of coffee , call her....have a ball....I'm going back into cyberspace...for now....ughville man....If I don't return.... "call" a pol ice robot...." Stabler amusedly smirks back again over at him then continues pou ring himself a tall , steamy cup of hot steaming dark brown liquidy coffee down into his now red styrofoam cup down atop this breaktable down before himself as Munch now casually walks back and away off to the far left of Stabler and this a typical looking officeish breaktable. Scant moments now Stabler is now seated in his black cushiony chair and has his red cup of cof fee in his right hand and down upon his papery cluttered multipiled desk , in hi s left long hand up along his face's leftside is a long black curved telephone r eceiever , leading down with a curly black plasticy uncoiled cord leading to a s quare black based telephone. He leans back in his cushiony black seat and listen s on and onward as this phonecall he is making is just ringing and ringing elect ronically sounding on and onward. He casually seemingly aimlessly glances around , about and further at the gareish squadroom then back slightly down at his des k's telephone. Stabler then very concernedly toned sighs a deep sigh of breath a loud to himself , glancing back up ahead yet again casually. A prerecorded recor ding picks up and answers this phone , it is a very brief message of Benson gree tingly saying , "Hey and hi...leave a message". Stabler pauses then flatly repli es into his phone , "Hey Liv....uh...just Elliot...thought I'd check in with ya. ..thought you were gonna work today...? If not it's ok....just give me a call wh en ya can...bye..." Stabler then slowly abit rehangs his telephone back down ato p its squareish base upon his papery cluttered desk , it click clacks firmly in place. As again aimlessly seeming looking back around the reaccuring thought two very brief questions in his mind now being repetitively curiously over and over to him now being , "Where "is" she....? This "isn't" like her....?" His long ha nd casually reraising his coffee cup again back up towards his face once again. About twenty mi nutes later now Stabler is casually standing up leaning backward against the int
erior of Kragan's office rear wall , his long semi muscular arms and hands folde d down before himself and facing over towards Kragan seated behind his cleanly o rganized looking metal metallic greyish office desk. Along his desk are a few se t up family photos within a few scattered silverish frames , a red squareish tel ephone , several scattered piles of assorted looking documents and a thin , card boarded rectangular green blotter centrally placed. Kragan is seated within his black cushony office chair and semi tiredly looking slightly up ahead and over t o Stabler. Kragan informingly states over to him , "I called Olvia's cellphone e arlier today , got a hold of her very breifly , waited called back an hour later , left a message for her....told her "just" to start resting a day early....if she wouldn't mind....of course....she probably just got the message and...I dunn o Elliot....what are you saying...? We "should" send a car or two up there....ha ve her place checked out....just in case....she's late granted "even" for her is rare if none...but it's so far only been an hour of a buisness day here....what ta we do....? Right...?" Stabler agreeingly replies back over to him , "Right... .you "and" everybody are thinking I'm overracting....I get it....if that's today 's thing....?" Kragan more sympa thetically remarks , "Like I said...."I'll" send a few officers over there...."o k"...." He pauses then firmly quips , " Believe me Ellliot....I'd worry too if I maybe "wasn't" so busy here already...as you can realise I'm sure , as you can plainly see...besides...tardyness....even if it's a rare one..."so far"....no of fense at all to Olivia...of course....it's jut the powers that be nowadays are b reathing as we all know down our mutual police necks here on all kindsa "new" un fortunate crap....the new construction debacle , the governers sex scandal with those two girls...The Handcuff Club weirdos that are out there......" Stabler wa rmly informingly replies back over ahead to him , "That's "where" we are actuall y starting "we" hope on just where those daterape drugs might have come from of late.....me and Liv covered tons of scumspots "this" week anyways.....dug up som e intel....not much...but some...." Kragan slightly tiredly replies right back o ver to him , "I "read" the daileys Elliot...I know....you "both" have done well this week.....so has Munch and the others...that's one of my good points for you today...so far....the powers that be are happy for now as things go....the Mayo r is even at a dedication downtown in Chinatown today , I guess it's annual Buot wong Day down there or something.....again." Stabler then ti redly sighs abit and then casually remarks , "Liv coulda checked her messages , realised she now had the day off.... but "still" went out....went ta...I dunno.. .shopping or something....right...?" Kragan warmly smirks back over ahead to him , "Go to an early lunch....go hang with Munch for a while today....even "just" go home early if you want to Elliot....nothing's biting yet today , As usual I g ot your cell number....this "was" quite the big assed week for "Liv" and you.... finding a bunch of sex crime victims left behind by this dam...Handcuff Club thi ngy spree....no wonder no offense Elliot but Olivia looks like she "might" need another few days off in her very near future....I dunno....just pitching ideas h ere..." Stabler flatly remarks back over to him , " No big surprise there...befo re I questioned Jenna I actually started to realise...duh....."that" Jenna woman shook her up...soon as she saw Jenna cuffed , taped up...I could notice it alot yesterday especially....maybe mostly cause Jenna was so far one of their..."fou nd" victims in these last few months....that could "even" speak at all.....and n ot just like a very unfortunate battered shattered person only...." Kragan then in sistently urges back over to Stabler , "Elliot....please.....go do what you wan na do....ok....I "still" gotta call the board of properties soon...no offense ag ain..." Stabler then casually quips back over to him , " I hear ya chief....I he ar ya....I'll wait things out....I'll stay busy then....maybe get Wong to make m e "some" tea...." He then semi sarcastically smirks more so and turns and then w alks away towards this office's closed dark brown glassy and dark wooden office door , he reaches and grasps its horizontal thin metal handle and widely casuall y proceeds to open this door up. He warmly once more reglances back over at Krag
an opening this door and stepping through this open dooway , the door gently swi nging reshut and reclosed behind himself. Kragan semi tiredly sighs again , this time glancing over down off to his further rightside at the red squareish based telephone upon his greyish metal desktop. Stabler stands still again casually r elooking again around this gareish , dimly lit squad room or desks , working off icers and chattering , conversing noises and voices. Munch's familar voice rings out beckoning to him from his far rightside , Stabler automatically and curious ly looks now that way. Scant moments l ater Stabler is casually standing behind Munch as Munch is seated within his bla ck cushiony office chair behind his desk his long bony arms partially resting ah ead along the desk , a six by tenned sized laptop computer set up openly upon th is desk , upon this scene now displaying a particular website , a white backgrou nd lit , black bold lettered worded list of horizontal sentences. At the top of this screen are the big black words Police Mail. Munch now reaches with his long right fingers and click clacks a few of his computer's keyboarded buttons , one of these very emails now opens and displays what looks just looks like a large black cartoony scrawled message that reads from left to right with the words , " We Now Have Rachel". At the bottom of this whiteish digital screen are the thinn er black lettered titled words , "The Handcuff Club". Stabler stares puzzeledly down ahead past Munch's casually seated rightside and more so directly at this d igital screen , he pauses then instantly asks confusedly aloud , "Rachel...."who 's" Rachel....or is "that" to obvious to ask....?" Munch semi sarcastically rema rks , "Messed up stuff this looks like...."whoever" Rachel supposed to be....out there somewhere...I got the tek guys already attempting a trace on just maybe w here this email came from....looks nutty to me...maybe this club thingy took som e time off to "get" an email address....of all things...?" Stabler then reglanci ng back over at Munch and then grimly toned comments , "Weird "and" weirder this "is" getting...ugh...." A few minutes l ater now a new person is seated within Munch's black cushiony office chair , Mor alas this squad's resident technology savvy guy and computer crimes technician. He is a tallish slender Asian youngish mid aged man with black short spiky hair , deep dark eyes , slight long Asiatic nose and thin lipped mouth. A slight lai d back but also abit attentive ahead looking man seated and working away on and upon Munch's laptop computer , his long arms set before himself casually reachin g and click clacking a few keyboarded buttons then a few more with his long digg ilant seeming fingers. He is wearing a black thin clothy jacket , a black tee sh irt , a black belt , a pair of blue denim jeans and a pair of low topped black s neakers. Munch and Stabler are casually standing around Moralas's casual seated rightside and gazing abit further down ahead to this computer's digital glassy s creen. Moralas tiredly sighs as he now slows his button click clacking upon the computer's keyboard , his dark deep eyes mildly annoyedly staring ahead at this screen. Munch curiously and casually toned asks right over to Moralas , "Now wha t....? Another prob....?" Moralas flatly replies back to him , "I've established it "was" sent from a wireless source....but that the signals from it "were" pur posely bounced , scrambled and erased of...kinda of sorts....ugh....whoever 'is" behind this email must be....some kind of "pro"...?" Stabler then fl attly quips , "A digital cyber goose chase....?" Moralas pauses then informingly adds , "Just a matter of hardware that the signal or signals have been masked , deleted....ghosted...or just set up before that very way....either way...sorry guys....can only say for sure it was from a newly styled type wireless laptop co mputer....maybe two blocks East...."or" West.....no address to hunt down....not much else....ugh...." Munch then nonchalantly quips , "So the microchip goes.... guess we'll just haveta keep up our tabs on stuff...again...."hope" for a break. ...?" Stabler then casually chimes in , "Idealistically I suppose....watch for a ny other emails to here.....set up high tech indeed , tracing equipment...monito r the phones....." Moralas dissapointedly toned remarks , "Too much of "usually" how it goes round here....these Handcuff Club guys got their cyber crap quite d
own....not many rinky dink seeming operations that are low key in the city here are "so"...safe....they must have 'big" type bucks or resourses...." Stabler the n muses , "Maybe just a matter of what level a computer expert type we're up aga inst....?" Munch dissapointedly remarks back over to Stabler , "Too hard to scop e just a "who" it could be....any computer jockey nowadays can learn most cyber. ...stuff....people can "just" Google it up if need be....weird whoever is behind this email would send it "here" of all places....? Maybe they're getting cocky now on us....? Like showing off taunting us...kinda crap...?" Stabler regla nces back over at him , "Good point..."why" send it here....? Plus "maybe" whoev er they are "thinks" or knows a "Rachel"....that we also....know....or know ...o f...?" Moralas then semi tiredly quips , "Just more "crafty" criminals....unfort unately....." Moralas again pauses then firmly informingly adds , "I'll run a co mprehensive list check in the police database nd a more extended name search in the police employee lists too... for a "Rachel"....bet there's at least a bunch of them that might work for us....somewhere near here....? The odds going yaknow ....?" Munch semi sarcastically quips back over to him , "Odds "are" better then our guesses....but how are we gonna know how to narrow down the search....what if a Rachel works in a New York city police station's bathroom's upstate somewhe re.....? Any Rachel anywhere...you'll haveta narrow the search to maybe just the immediate precincts nearest us....maybe...?" Moralas then semi sarcastically re plies back over to him , "Sounds like "you're" learning....New York city's polic e forces are "quite" expansive to state the very obvious....we'll haveta start l ocally "first".....make a few "Rachel" head counts whatever....at least untill " if" anything else pops up here..." Stabler then semi tiredly remarks , "Just mak es me think of "yet" another cup of coffee...." Munch flatly smirks yet again ba ck over to him. Just then from over Stabler's further rear rightside walks over Captain Donald Kragan and anoth er but mid aged looking thin , slender man walking casually also slows to stop b y Kragan's aged walking leftside. Stabler then Munch both curiously look , gaze and stare right over towards the now approaching Kragan and other guy. Kragan st ops slowly to a stop a few feet away from Stabler the other man now here also sl ows to a stop and polietly smiles a slight smile over to Stabler then Munch , th en back again over to Stabler. Kragan casually toned remarks right over to Stabl er first then Munch by remarking , "Hey kids....here's a new helpfull soul that upstate has sent us for like a week......" Stabler then Munch both semi puzzeled ly smirk abit back over to Kragan as he pauses then informingly adds , "This is Detective Dave J. Bouliea....from upste's drug and narcotic unit....veteran type ...for years now....guess one of them up there "figured" it would help step up o ur mutual...daterape drug hunt...cool...huh...?" Bouliea is a tall , slender , s light feathered back , mid lengthed brown haired long faced mid aged man with de ep blue eyes , a longish nose and a thin lipped mouth. A slight laid back look u pon him , his clothes overall looking abit crumpled and rumpled. He is wearing a three piece dark blue suit , a white dressshirt , a black and red tie , a black belt , white sox and a pair of black hi topped sneakers with the official red c olored , smallish circular New York City logoed symbol upon each upper top at ea ch far side of each sneaker facing away from one another. Bouliea first looks over ahead to Stabler then Munch and casually quips , "Hi...great to "meet " you both....Detectives Elliot Stabler and John Munch....I've read so much abou t you guys....jeez....great honor to be here....you guys have slam dunked alotta stuff...." Munch then casually semi sarcastically quips back over to him , "Gre at...a fan....yay...nice to meet you too man...welcome to the sex unit squadroom ....coffee , donuts , some gruesome materials to peruse...whatever yaknow....?" Stabler warmly smirks back over to Bouliea and casually replies , "Thanks....but , yeah...welcome....just "another" squadroom....no biggie here....really....jus t another day kinda place.....sure alotta crimes we deal with are...basically ju st as...ugh....heard "you" guys reel in some characters as well..." Bouliea warm
ly smirks now back over to him and flatly remarks , "Still a honor....sure crap all arounds the same....but I dunno....great to see a different section of offic ers...instead of just the atypical Feds , D.E.A agents , inner city poverty stri cken criminal types...over and over....anyways let alone..."this" squad's convic tion rate is "most" impressive...yaknow....?" Munch then amusedly remarks back o ver to him , "We're not rock stars or anything....but yeah thanks for your...uh. .. praise there...but even in a few hours you'll be bored...disgusted or just... .yikes....just another sex crimes unit...no big whup though...." Bouliea looking more so directly back over to him casually then replies , "Guess I'm abit stars tuck for now...I'll chill...just something cool to visit here....the cases , the victims...the days and nights of it...jeez...what ugly chaos it must be here... " Stabler then sharply amusedly quips back over to him , "We "try"...." Kragan pauses then semi sarcastically quips , "Allright then guys....Bouliea will fill in for Olivia "untill" and if she shows up...if she does you two will then "threesome" up together....ok...?" Stabler directly casually catches even more so eyecontac t and flatly replies over to him , "Right...sounds...fun enough...." Bouliea the n informingly states over to Stabler , "As to sound pun filled or ironic....I go t some decent connections to the running druglines around here....this used to b e one of the stations I used to work out of.....like way back....it'll be a quic k search....don't worry...it'll be cool..." Stabler then polietly smirks and cas ually answers back over to him , "Ok then...uh..."first" though...take a "chill" ...get something to eat and drink...we'll put together a few things before we go out "there"...." Bouliea then contently replies back over to him , "Cool then.. .I'll get a soda...." Munch shrugs his shoulders abit then amusedly remarks , "S oda around here it's a different factor of choice...our resident pyschologist ha s been on a bigtime self heatlh tea promotion...you'll get to meet him later on. ..another "luminous" worker here...a real "mind" minded guy..." Kragan then semi tiredly comments , "Allright....ok , very well then..."gentlemen"...." He then returns around to his far rightside and proceeds to walk back away through the s quadroom again back over towards his office. Bouliea once again casually smirks abit then flatly quips , "Captain...off deck....huh?" Stabler and Munch both vis ably and slightly puzzeledly pause , then both mildly amused look back over at h im again. About an hour later now Stabler and Bouliea are getting out of the undercoverish sleek black m id sized car that is now parked in front of a atypical looking runned down red b ricked building , Stabler then Bouliea reclosing their respective car doors back behind themselves and both begin to casually walk over tothis street's long age d sidewalk. Stepping up to alongside Stabler's far rightside Bouliea casually st eps then stands still over next to him , "Doesn't look "much" but as you can ima gine..."that's" the punchline...." Stabler pauses then flatly replies back over to him , "Takes an out of towner to show me the sites...huh...?" Bouliea then re glancing back ahead flater toned assuringly adds , "Shouldn't take too long I'd say....few questions , some eye rolling , some are you crapping me accusations.. .yaknow...? Just another venture...?" Stabler then dissapointedly quips , "All t oo well "that" I do know....lead on Indiana....." Bouliea then ever so slightly amusedly smirks and semi tiredly sighs abit , then proceeds to firmly stride , s tep and walk continuingly on ahead and onward towards this runned down place , u p alongside its front narrowish seeming wide cementish set of aged front stairs. Stabler then casually turns then follows on behind his far left rearside step b y step behind him. A few scant mo ments later now Stabler and Bouliea are seated within a cramped seeming , small dingy yellowish walled aged apartment with wall to wall green carpeted floor. Th ey are seated each along a green plush cushiony couch from left to right are Sta bler then Bouliea , both semi facing ahead and off to the front of this couch's far leftside at a black cushiony chair and before that is a mid sized floor rest ing color television set , atop this set is a thin white vertical small round gr eenlit at its lower leftside video game system. Seated within this black cushion
y chair is a young shortish looking black man holding a rectangular shaped , mul tibuttoned wireless video game controller in his long hands and is right now ind eed playing a video game upon this television set. He has short black hair , a s hortish face , deep beady eyes , a long nose and a thin lipped mouth. He is wear ing a thin clothy jacket , dark blue sporty looking clothes blue sox and a pair of dark blue hi topped sneakers. This youngish black short man is a local indeed a supposed "ex" drug dealer named Devona D , this is his meager , dingy , aged gareish small apartment. He is leaned foward abit in his seat and staring attent ively ahead and over at this television set , a slight amused smirk upon him. Bouliea and St abler casually are watching this video game play on and out along this televisio n set. Images of a cartoony urban city main street , upon that is a cartoony bug eyed , tall muscular , maleish shaped looking skeleton holding a large barreled gun in his hands. As Devona D eagerally moves and firmer grasps this video game controller and this large cartoony , bug eyed skeleton raises up its large cart oony long barreled gun and shoots it ahead at a nearby right ahead building , th en again and again. Devona D then happily sighs a quick sigh of breath and casua lly contently remarks , "A'ightttt...now I wait here like...anyways...the armed hookers come running outta that building there...." Devona D then presses a blac k squareish small button on his video game controller's rightside. The images on this television set indeed now pauses still , the vertical centrally placed whi te words being displayed are Game Paused. Devona D then casually looks , gazes a nd glances over more so towards Stabler and Bouliea then even more casually quip s , "A'ighttt...for the moment you got a few quick mins man...." He pauses then firmer concernedly toned adds more so over to Bouliea , "Besides just shootin th e crap here man....you knows I'm legal...."now" man.....?" Bouliea glances away from this television set and directly back ahead over to Devona D and warmly rep lies to him , "I know you "are" legal nowadays...."that's" not why I'm really he re for....plus I also know...the game's cool...I got the earlier ones of it...." love" the Mad matchete weilding crackhead hooker alley....in that part three...b igtime blast away crap there huh...?" Devona D then amusedly laughs abit and warmly replies back over to him , "Yeah part three "is " pretty crazy there....." Bouliea pauses then firmer toned asks ahead back over to him , "Anyways...man....I only got one "quick" real brief type question....t oday...mainly "only" I happen to be back downtown here....not for long...just "h elping" out some good freinds...." Devona D then semi curiously toned quips back over to him , "Ok man...."shoot" then...you got my ear...ok...?" Bouliea flater smiles and pauses once again then looks more so directly over ahead into Devona D's eyecontact and then flatly asks , "I need to know "if" you know anybody..." no one" specifically...but anybody that sells nowadays certain "kind" of pills.. ..?" Devona D ever more so amusedly laughs back over to him , then straightens u p abit and then casually remarks , "Jeeez...."out" the box with "it" huh....ok.. .ok...." Stabler now semi puzzeledly looks more so directly over ahead to Devona D. Devona D now informingly quips back to Bouliea , "Instead of just "jiving" y ou guys the "usual" crip for crap and whatnot bragging shtick....yeah...everyone 's heard rumors , things and all kindsa stuff...."out" there...seen it in the pa pers , on the news , on the net...." Bouliea curiouser toned asks back over to h im , "The "local"" scene...."if" like anybody not you or your buddies...just lik e....in general...about....around out there....?" Devona D flat ly reglances back over to Stabler then right back over to Bouliea again then ver y flatly replies , "It's called Gurdetad red.... besides the red part..."it's" t he word datedrug backwards....guess it's some....joke or somethin put on by the dealers....heard its tasteless , clear and "mean"...plus heard a few round the " way" homeys chiming bout it....like week ago...I was out going to the market.... " He pauses again then casually states , "Heard "that" Hancuff Club people bough t it all up....using it up bigtime....they use it on women , girls whatever....r un "all" kindsa evil on them....like hardcore prisoner stuff....they "then" I gu ess film it...take pics and things....then put it "all" on and allover the net a
fterwards....they make some mad flow from it...I guess...." Stabler then semi sa rcastically asks ahead over to him , "Heard "alla" that just from going down a s treet "while" you went out to the market....?" Devona D direc tly reglances back over to him then firmly states , "It's a "long" street...." D evona D then relooking back over to Bouliea , "Besides "just" all that man...." He yet again pauses and then casuallyer adds , "I ain't know much else....sorry man....like I said..."I'm" legal eagle bout it "nowadays"....I fly way from that stuff...." He then returns more so back to this small living room's television set , regrasping his handheld video game controller once again. Bouliea then pol ietly quips back over to him , "It's alot more then we kinda had....good enough I guess...cool...thanks then....kinda helped...." Devona D shar ply amusedly reglimpses back over at him flaty commenting , "Better "then" nothi ng man...sorry...not my click "anymore"...still good to see ya though...." Bouli ea then warmly quips back over to him , "You too...ok...well...?" Bouliea then c asually glances back over to Stabler and casually asks , "You "all" set....? Any other questions....?" Stabler casually nods his head right and left and flatly replies , "Nah....good enough....thanks...." He pauses then customarily sounding remarks over to Devona D , "Thanks for your time...." Devona D then watching Bo uliea casually first stand up from his couched seat , then casually states , "Iz cool...." He pauses yet again then eagerally asks slightly up and over to Bouli ea , "Hey man...just remembered...you "want" a copy of this joint here...the Xta Bonez Part four game....? I ended up with a few "too" many copies of it...." Bouliea pauses then warmly replies back over to him , "Sure...sounds good....mad cool...thanks. .." He turns and relooks back over again at Stabler and firmer toned adds , "mak e it "two" copies...think my freind here "could" use it....ha..." Stabler pauses then casually quips ahead , "Ok....sounds interesting....uh....sure....?" Devon a D then nonchalantly smirks and relooking back yet again over to Stabler and fl ater toned adds , "You'll "love" it man....if ya don't have a game system for it ....maybe I can give ya one fer sure....I gots a few laying round...." Stabler t hen amusedly smirks and then semi sarcastically states , "Sounds..."convenient". ...no offense...." Devona D more so casually states right back over to him , "it "was" my B day few days back....I ended up with alotta the same gifts....I got a B day gift breakdown round here...no one ta say confered with each other bout just "what" ta get me...." Stabler semi sarcastically quips back , "Happy "B day " then...." Devona D flatly toned laughs abit amusedly back over to him , then w armly remarks , "I hear ya...thanks man.... might sounds "shifty" I guess it cou ld..."but" check it man...iz real...iz real..." Bouliea reglancing yet again bac k over to Stabler then semi tiredly sighs abit over to him. Another half an hour later now back at the local police station's squadroom Munch sarcasticall y remarks , "Well..well...back from the gutter....?" As he now casually looks ov er to his very far rightside past a few more papery cluttered desks he amusedly smiles and laughs abit as a young mid aged blackish looking man walks up and ove r towards him. Stabler is seated at his desk within his black cushiony chair , B ouliea is leaning almost sitting down atop Stabler's desk's far leftside and fac ing out towards Munch's now casually turning far rightside. This young mid aged dark skinned looking man is Detective Finn Tutuola , yet another veteran , honor ed and revered police officer here at this particular police station and precinc t. He has shortly cropped lengthed black hair and combed back abit neatly , a lo ng gruff but laid back seeming , looking face with deep dark eyes , longish nose and thin lipped brown mustached goateed mouth. He has a slight muscular slender build and confident but casual stanced stride , walk and step as he nears and nears more so over to Munch. He is carrying a slung over his wal king on and onward slender muscular rightside is a long black clothy strap leadi ng down to a black mid sized roundish cushiony bag down by his lower rightside. He is wearing a dark blue clothy tracksuit styled uniform of clothes of sorts ,
A wide lapeled dark blue clothy neckline , an unzipped thin dark blue clothy jac ket , a blue tee shirt underneath , a black thin belt , a pair of sporty styled clothy dark blue pants and a pair of dark blue hi topped sneakers. As he finally steps up and stops walking to a gradual stop now only a few feet away from Munc h he casually and semi annoyedly toned states , "Yeah...thanks...yeah "I'm" back ....."yay" is it....?" Stabler sits up in his black cushiony seat and very warml y smiles then sarcastically quips ahead over towards Tutuola , "Hey Munch..."is" that a "perp"....? Informer...? , A witness....?" Tutuola sarcast ically smirks back over to him and flatly but firmly replies back over to him , "Ha laddy ha...nice to see you "too"...."smiley"....?" Stabler amusedly pauses t hen curiously asks over to him , "Hate ta overkill ya...but any good...like top of your head...good news....on this Handcuff Club thingy....?" Tutuola amusedly laughs right back over to him then flater toned quips , "Yeah...sure Elliot...le t me get some coffee...donut or something huh...? I "literally" just got back... like an hour ago....ughville man...." Munch as though musingly asks over to Tutu ola , "Was it "the" real bad parta town....or the "real" bad part of town....hea rd from Kragan it musta been...real "bad"....?" Tutuola semi puzzeledly smirks r ight back over at him and urgingly toned replies , "Well...before you start all. ..joking or something...warm up...I'm getting something ta drink and eat first.. ..warm up wiseguy..." He pauses then firmer adds , "And "yeah" it was real "bad" ....messed up crap down there man...as you know I was undercover there for like three days...felt like a week easy though....jeesh....." He again pauses then as though just visably noticing looks right over to Bouliea as Bouliea rests abit there faintly warmly smirking abit back over at him. Tutuola very flatly and bla nkly glances right over at Stabler and curiously asks , "Who's "the" new cat her e...?" Stabler amusedly then proudly toned replies back over to Tutuola , "Welco me back...Detecive Tutuola meet Detective Bouliea of upstate New York's finest a nti drug squads up there...he's here to even help us out with this Handcuff Club thingy...cool huh...?" Bouliea poliet ly stands fully back up casually looks again back over to Tutuola then warmly re marks , "Glad to meet you Detective...It's a big honor to meet you....and everyo ne else....I've heard so much about you all..." Tutuola again pauses then flatly replies back , "Yeah thanks....nice ta see you too...heard upstate's anti drug squad no joke....read abit in the news bout y'all...took down some heavy hitters ...." Bouliea then warmly smirks and as though modestly toned replies , "I suppo se..."it's" all relative I guess...." Tutuola then casually quips , "Like I "sai d" though...time to drink and eat something...scuse me man...." Bouliea polietly smiles and casuallly quips back over to him , "Sounds good Detective...nice to meet you too..." Tutuola returns more so back over to Munch and casually pulls , yanks abit and slides his black cushiony clothy bag downward and atop the floor right before Munch's slender casually standing rightside. Munch confusedly look s down ahead at this put downed black clothy cushiony bag as Tutuola then flatly adds , "Here....take a "looksie"...buncha wacky stuff...." Munch reglancing bac k over to him then flatly quips back to him , "Hope "it's" something "hygenic".. ..?" Tutuola semi sarcastically smirks again back over to him then casually turn s off and away to his furthest leftside further across this semi cluttered chatt ering , semi noisy squadroom right over towards the coffeemaker table. Even now a few more minutes later now Tutuola is casually sitting in a thin black cushiony cha ir and seated with his back abit towards a wall to ceiling white backboarded thi n flat horizontal wide standing up board of newspaper clippings , scattered colo r photos of various assorted girls and women of different looks and races. Black various magic markered words wriiten and scrawled from left to right high up on thiswide white cluttered board , words and phrases such as Found alive , Gangra ped repeatedly and Local locations. All of this displayed media clips , factoids and such are visably about "The Handcuff Club" casefile. Across from Tutuola's casually seated far leftside sitting in another thin black cushiony chair is Sta bler. Both are casually holding and drinking coffee out of tall cardboard coffee
cups and semi facing over to each other. Munch's papery cluttered metallic grey ish office desk is ahead of Tutuola by a few feet. Munch is there seated within his black cushiony office chair and has Tutoloa's black cushiony bag up on his p apery cluttered desk's leftside , its opened up and unzippered widely looking , a cup of steaming hot coffee in a tall cardboard cup resting upon his lower fron t rightside on his desktop. Over seated a few feet ahead off to Stabler's leftsi de is Bouliea casually sitting as well within a black thin cushiony chair , he i s holding and drinking a soda out of a red and white colored large soda can and facing abit over to Stabler , Tutuola and this large white flat horizontal wide board of cluttered various police materialed items and such. Tutuola casuall y looks over at Stabler first , then over to Bouliea then Munch and all the whil e now grimly states informingly , "This "is" what we know..."so far"...of course thanks to all of us...and Moralas too...this is "what's" been pieced together r ight...?" He briefly pauses then informingly continues on grimly toned stating , "This Handcuff Club...members of or whoever is drugging women and girls all aro und the city...knocks them out...then victims wake up naked or just about , han dcuffed knelt down on some scuzzy floor somewhere...overground , underground...u nknown...Seven victims so far...six won't or "can't" talk about what happened to them...let alone anything much else...most of them still over in psych wards... upstate of course...." Bouliea mildly smirks abit back over at him , Tutoloa reg lances back over at Stabler yet again and firmly adds , "Mutually we found out t he drug is called Gurdetad red , datedrug backwards plus red...ha...ha...." Once more pausing he reglances ahead back over at Munch then flatly but firmly remar ks , "Then "there's" the mysterious riddleass of an email saying , We Have Rache l Now...or some crap right...?" Munch then firmly as a matter of factly toned ch imes in back over to him , "Moralas "couldn't" find exact direction of the email 's signal or whatever...said it was two blocks East..."or" West....from some lap top wireless computer..."he's" still working on "if" any other evidence bout it. ..." Tutoloa tiredl y sighs a deep sigh of breath then reglacing yet again back over at Stabler info rmingly adds , "And....from "my" end...I was just hanging more so "downtown".... right outside Chinatown...anyways got holed up in some fleabag hotel down there. ..staked out a few chumps across the way...arrested a few ugly hookers...but ove rall by "just" being homeys with somea them scuzbags down there....found out bou t this "Handcuff Club" jive....seems it's been going on for a few years I was to ld...they like travel the globe...doing this....crap....they "even" believe it o r not "Ripley" make big bucks through it..."prob" even fuels them to top each ot her in "what" they do to innocent...yaknow...innocents...." He now casually rera ises his coffee cup and deeply sips from it , then relowers it back down by hims elf seemingly now aimlessly glancing and reglancing between Stabler and over to Bouliea mostly. Tutouloa then grimmer toned adds on now , "When "they" find thier victim's during the "gang" a ction and supposed shear torture of it all..."those" bastards film it....then th ey download and put it automatically online...they sell it cheap , focus on volu me of seperate footages....clean up..."bigtime"....which exact websites carry "a ny" of it...it's hard to say....bet "most" skin places round here might sell it or some crap I'd figure....craps global yaknow....? Whatever peverted sick thing y..." Stabler very dissapointedly looking back over to Tutoula flatly remarkingl y asking , "You telling me...I "might" haveta go visit Mister Bell..."again"...? Me and Liv were just their the other day....scuzzy neighborhood there....every time I leave there i'm compelled to wash my car...." Tutoloa then casually remin dedly toned quips , "Also...found out at least some of the datedrug that "was" r ound before that Handcuff Club bought it all up...was packed in coffee bags , ca ns and whatever else coffee gets into...." Stabler puzzeledly smirks then musing ly quips , "Strange topic all week '"round" here...first the doc putting it down , then Liv bringing up her new coffee shop...now "this" little thingy fact...co icendence...I "suppose"....?"
Tutoula semi con fusedly remarks , "Could be....? Coffee is still mad popular as ever...all those Starcoffee places on almost every corner of the city....the tons of new brands and kinds...craps living large I tell ya...whether you know it or not....right a bove various teas and various sports drinks....statistically I guess from like m onth ago in the papers." Stabler semi annoyedly quips back over to him , "Allrig ht already...your point has been made...whatever...." Munch then sitting up in h is black cushiony chair curiously asks ahead over to Tutoula , "And "all" these discs , tapes and pictures in "this" bag kinda tells "that" basic same ugly tale ...right...? " Tutoula redirectly looking back ahead and over to Munch and firml y replies to him , "Yeah....buncha them tell "some" pretty F'ed up stuff man...e ach disc is all one victim and like five hours long....all kindsa wild , ugly st uff going on there....maybe "some" clues on them discs you'll prob have to sift through alot of them somewhere...dunno...?" Munch then casually quips back over to him , "Guess I know what "kinda" night at my place "is" gonna be....a little white wine , some chicken....a "ton" of smut discs...." Tutoula sharply annoyed ly quips right back over to him , "Quaint...." He then yet again relooks back ov er at Stabler and curiously asks , "How "is" Liv...? She "at" lunch or something ....?" Stabler hesita ntly pauses then casually replies back over to him , "She's gone from "having" t he weekend off...to including "maybe" today as well...a sort of breather sent by Kragan..."personally" , he called her this morning left here a message bout her just should take today off also...." Tutoula sympathetically comments back over to him , "Jeez...."still" that prison attack on her prob "still" macking her up inside....seemed "since" then she no offense man...none my biz really , but she 's seeming off a little so to say...." Stabler catching more of Tutuola's sympat hetic eyecontact firmer casually toned adds , "Few days ago...that Jenna chickie pie...the seventh victim you read about...so far as we know here....few officers and "Liv" were the ones who found her "on scene"...naked savaged and beat up , chained and handcuffed on her knees...Liv said yeah..."that" amoung other past e vents messed her up but that she's in therapy twice a week....seems shook up...b ut she'll be back and ok I'm sure....not '"just" saying...this Kragan break'll h elp her....prob needs to unwind abit..." He then deeply pauses and confusedly st ates , "Weird thing "is" she said she was "gonna" call me this morning to tell m e just how she's doing yaknow...coming in today or not type stuff...."but" didn' t...I called her phone...Kragan called....no answer "yet"...so Kragan has a car up there now I guess...checking out her place...seeing "if" she's there...or "go t" Kragan's message and proceeded to take the day off..."somewhere"....?" Bouliea the n flatly chimes in over to Stabler , "It's either gotta be "this" that or some X factor....right...? Basically...?" Stabler puzzeledly reglances back over to hi m and flater toned remarks , "Something "like" that...." Munch then looking yet again ahead at the others then firmly semi sarcastically states , "Sounds "just" like "Yikes" all around....jeeez." Tutoula looking right back ahead to him flat er tonedly quips , "Fair to say "Tonto"....fair to say." Stabler more so tiredly sighs a deep sigh of breath redrinking from his coffee cup once yet again. Boul iea then chiming back towards Tutoula , "Jeez "indeed"...." He then casually rer aises and then redrinks from his large red and white soda can. Tutoula then diss apointedly sighs abit now also reraising and redrinking from his coffee cup yet again. Just then Kra gan appears and casually walks over to in front of Munch's desks far rightside , stops and looks over towards Munch , then right over to Bouliea , Stabler and T utuola. , he then firmly states greetingly , "Hey "gang"....hate to interupt the tank of think...but..." He pauses then more so directly looking over at Stabler puzzeledly adds , "It's Liv...the guys were just up at her place...nothing....h er morning newspaper is STILL on her fron stairs.....noone answered...officer or two went in checked around...no Liv....sorry Elliot...guess "we're" batting som e kind of zero here....?" Stabler concernedly toned replies back slightly back u
p and over to him , "Guess "so" that sucks....whatta we "do" now bout where Liv might be...? Sit tight...work on...or what...?" Kragan then concernedly toned fl atly musingly toned replies back over to him , "Don't know Elliot....besides try ing and trying her phone again.....I wish I "could" say....keep "our" mutual ear s and eyes open....? I dunno....?" Stabler relow ers his coffee cup yet again down before himself then annoyedly remarks , "It's just "not" like her....to leave us "hanging"...." Kragan then insistently adds , "I don't like "it" either , maybe focus more on "work" till she shows up....? W hat else can I "suggest" besides the overloaded workload we all have here.... co ver every Dress barn , supermarket or wherever she "might" frequent usually....? " Stabler then slightly musingly toned quips , "Or coffee shops...? "That's" whe re I saw her ''last"....in "her" neighborhood one." Tutuola sympathetically chim es in over to Stabler , "Bigtime bummer man..." Stabler yet once again reraises and redrinks from his coffee cup , but now an as though slight deep thinking loo k coming across him. Kragan then returning abit more so over to Bouliea semi sar castically then casually remarks , "Welcome to "our" recent nightmares Detective ...." Bouliea faintly and semi puzzeledly comments back over to him , "Still I s uppose "something" different I guess I got first row section seats huh...? I rea lly hope Benson shows up...sucks losing touch with "any" fellow freind and offic er....unfortunately I've seen it before." Kragan then mildly amused smirks back over to him. Tutoula the n musingly muses ahead over to Stabler , "Maybe she "just" got "caught" up "in" something.....? "Anythings" possible...." Suddenly Moralas casually walks up tow ards Kragan's far rightside , a thin wide folded up laptop computer casually hel d in his long holding hands and stops there looking semi tiredly over ahead to S tabler , Bouliea and then way over to Munch as he urgently toned states , "Hey.. ."hate" to break up a possible..."break"...but uh...online "right" now..."someth ing's' going on....again.....you guys "gotta" check this out...."unfortunately" right....?" He thin semi dissapointedly smirks abit then more so directly over a head a Kragan as Kragan now tiredly sighs abit back over to him. Munch casually grasps and pulls the black mid sized bag of sexual discs and paraphanilia up and off of his desk and relowers it down onto the floor with his long left grasping hand. Munch then warm ly smirks right back over ahead to Moralas and casually quips , "Might "as" well check it out.....only hundreth seeming time "this" week...is '"it" The Handcuff Club...wild guess mind you....?" Moralas proceeds to walk up and ahead over tow ards Munch and his papery cluttered office type desk , as he does this now he al so grimly notes back ahead over to him , "This "unfortunately" is a rough kinda "guttpunch" of some real alarming , shocking....information....unfortunately.... " Munch semi tiredly remarks back over to him as now Moralas walks up and stops before Munch's desk and gently places down the folded up laptop computer and wit h his two long hands he then proceeds to unfold this computer opened up and disp layed right before Munch now. Munch curiously eyes , stares and casually gazes a head towards this computer's digital screen. His eyeglassed eyes opening abit wi der and he then instantly curses , curses then curses again. Stabler first now approaches now over ahead and right over to Munch's papery desk as well. As he reaches this desk he walks past it turns and now was well stops and stares , gaz es and looks right ahead at this desktopped laptop computer's digital screen. St abler now casually standing right by Munch's seated right slender side and sees upon this screen yet another big cartoony black lettered message vertically writ ten there from left to right that now displays the short sentence , "Rachel Mart in "Will" Now Scream....Alot" , She Has Alot To Pay." , a few inches underneath this sent messsage upon the screen's white blank background is the same lettered and logoed title there which reads vertically also from left to right is "The H andcuff Club". Stabler very shocked and very confusedly states aloud , "Oh crap. .."that" Rachel....oh no....how "could" we be "so" stupid to forget....her....oh
crap..."we" gotta do something..." Just then Tutoula's cellphone melodically , electronically rings and rings again. Tutoula casually reaches down into his thi n jacket's lower pocket with his long right hand , then proceedingly raises it u p and out of this pocket. Stabler then at tentively stares right back over to Moralas and firmer concernedly adds , "That' s Olivia's...uh...Liv's...undercover alais "that" she uses....oh crap....it coul dn't mean....uh...are they 'just" crapping us here....huh...?" Moralas very symp athetically toned casually replies back over to him , "I "have" no idea just "wh at" that means.....scary though....some kind of "threat" is it....?" Kragan now walks up and stops up and behind Munch's desk's far leftside now also seeing th is computer desktopped laptop computer's screen , he now also instantly begins v ery concernedly curses , then again , and then firmly and confusedly remarks , " Whatever "it" means...it doesn't sound good..."that's" for sure....time to put o ut "an" A.P.B on Olivia...we "gotta" find her first before "even" maybe we try t o deal with these..."cyberscrum".....? There's no evidence yet of whether this i s a threat..? A joke....? A premonition of somebody's...? Some "kind" of game cr ap...?" Stabler dumbfoun dedly replies back over to him , "Hard to "say" what it "might" mean...crap....i t's definately something bad..."considering" that Liv is missing....well...sorta kinda...yaknow...?" Kragan then as though fatherly firmly remarks urgingly back over to him , "Come on Elliot "don't" automatically crap your self man....we do n't "know"...what's going on....that's what sucks....we'll solve it..." He then pauses amusedly smirks and flatly adds , "We "usually" do Elliot....you know tha t as well as I know that...right...? Elliot...?" Stabler annoyedly smirks back o ver to him , "Yeah..."boss"...that "is" true....it's just..."where" the heck is Olivia....? It "still" messes me up wondering..."yaknow"...?" Kragan flashes him another sympathetic look. Bouliea now casually steps up and turns around curiou sly next to Kragan's rightside and also towards this computer screen , he then f latly quips , "Eeks...that's the alias she used when she almost busted that date rapist awhile ago...like few years ago..." Tutoula now wal ks up and over ahead towards the others , Munch and his papery cluttered , compu ter laptopped office type gareish desk he is relowering his small black , metall ic glassy and rectangularally shaped held cellphone back down into his thin jack et's lower right pocket. He then firmly alertly toned urges over ahead , "Hey... just got a call from the surrveilence team....they say go check out some footage from the website they use of a certain street...and certain outside of a "certa in" local coffee shop....?" Stabler now worriedly pauses , Kragan tiredly sighs abit more so reglancing back over ahead to this computer yet again. Munch leans foward his long hands reaching and click clacking away at this computer's laptop ped black multibuttoned keyboard of assorted buttons , the computer changes its full image of now a red and blue colored website with big black roman styled fo nted lettered sentences and paragraphs amidst a few color various sized pictures related to survellience cameras. Munch then cas ually quips , "On screen...."now" where....?" His long right fingered hand rerea ches ahead again back over along this computer's keyboard and at its arrow down button , he presses it and this website screen scrolls automatically downward. T hen right there Munch sees it a greyish , black and white frozen image of someon e walking out of a glassy thin metal trimmed front door to a local buisnness alo ng a long aged sidewalk , this semi distant angle peeking downward and over at t his person , possibly a female looking image. Under this frozen femalish walking image is the capitalized black lettered caption , "Cop "Gets" Copped....Or Just Regular Citizen........?" Munch attentively rereaches moving his long fingers o ver a squareish shaped flat vertical mouse along this computer's front lowerside . A small white arrow is swerved and placed over this image , a click clack of a button the arrow clicks onto this image , the screen goes very breifly pauses t hen begins to fill with actual street survellience footage from a upper downward
point of view. Stabler , Kragan , Bouliea , Moralas peeking from around the far rightside of this desk now and Tutuola who is now standing behind the leftside of this desk and next to Stabler's tallish leftside all watch on and onward very curiously as this footage now plays on and onward as well. Indeed it is black and white of a semi distant footage of Benson walking right out of Davey's Coffe e Shop's side exit doors and out onto the long aged sidewalk. Stabler yet again curses and firmly remarks , "Oh jeez...." Benson st umbles , staggers abit around and along this sidewalk as almost out of the frame 's entire bottomside is a fast moving and parking to an abrupt stop , its large squareish flat horizontal door swinging open and two large black clothy clad , s kimasked and sunglassed men jumping right out of this sidewalk and aggressively reaching out and grabbing Benson as she now limply , deeply collapses , her deep dark eyes closing shut. These two black clad , skimasked sunglassed large men p roceed to grab Benson visably all over and pull her backwards fiercly into this bottomside's parked open black squareish van , it then drives off and away , its door reclosing back shut closed. This surrvellience footage happens swiftly and quickly in about thirty seconds , now outside this local coffee shop's long age d sidewalk is nothing besides the very surroundings and front glassy , thin meta l trimmed doors of the coffee shop. Tutoula g rimly remarks over towards Stabler , "That "definately" tells us all "something" now.....ugh.....jeez....I'd gather ta say...."that" was The Handcuff Club....? Or "just" a real bad coincedence...?" Kragan then very concernedly adds , "That is "definately" not good..." Stabler now sharply chimes in , "Look at the timeco de in the upper corner...."that" was "after" I left her there the other day....o h crap....jeez..." Munch very sincerely toned dissapointedly quips , "Jeez indee d man...how the frick did "that" happen....? Looks like Olivia got the "bums" ru sh there bigtime....some kinda grab....and take....? But why....? Why "her" none theless....? Those guys looked like "pros"...no eyecontact with the camera...all in black...?" Kragan then grimly toned muses , "I "guess" we don't "even" havet a guess "now" we gotta deal with these...scuzzbags....?" Tutoula puzzeledly comm ents , "Ain't no gang I've "ever" seen...." Moralas then grimly remarks , "Just "gotta" see "what" happens next....?" Munch slightly turning and reglancing back over and slightly up and over to Kragan concernedly and then even more so dissa pointedly quips , "Who as usually unfortunately "knows" what's next...?" Meantime indee d nearby a few blocks East Benson is now awaking up down along a cementish black rubbery floor in a slight slumbering heap , she is naked besides her black lace y bra , and her black lacey G string styled underwear and black low heeled shoes . As Benson blinks and blinks her eyes she trys to instantly gaze all around her self , as she sits up slowly she hears the clink clanking noises of roundish met al , short metal chained handcuffs clink clanking down at her long petite ankles . As she notices this alarmedly seeing them cuffed up she also just notices arou nd her long petite wrists are another pair of exact looking handcuffs and attach ed to two trailing upward horizontal metal linked chains leading upward into the dark overhead gariesh shadowy ceiling. Benson now panically and angrilly curses and sits up fully more so then raises up to her knees resting back atop her sli ght black shoed feet. A very terrified gaze coming across her as she looks down at her mostly naked , curvy buxom , slight pudgy body , then ever more so scared ily all further about and around herself and this dark shadowy tall ceilinged ga reish dingy spacious looking black rubbery floored room she is within somehow no w. Benson then angrier sighs a deep breath then again fumingly trying to slowly stand fully back up , but just can't get her footing with her ankles handcuffed together , she rests kneesfirst back down agravatedly along the floor again. Just then a dark shadowy male shaped person walks ahead out of this room's semi darkness right i n front of her , she shockedly cringes and begins instantly , sharply yells ahea d over to him as he nears and nears her , she yells over to him , "What "is" thi
s....? "I am" an official police officer...Detective Olivia Benson...I "strongly " suggest you or "whoever" better let me go..."right" now....this is "not" funny ...."joke's" over....!!!! Whoever you "are" you right now , are in "alot" of tro uble....." This male person is a tall slender black skimasked , black round sung lassed black clothed and booted man , he walks up to her and casually stops ther e a few feet away from right in front of her. He pauses then in a deep , very cr eepy toned male , melodic sounding voice replies back right over to her then , " Ah yessss...Olivia....Liv....Rachel....whatever "you" wanna call yourself....wel come....." He again pauses v isably staring down ahead more so all over up and down over her then warmly adds , "Nice to "see" that much of you..."so far" anyways....you are "quite" very fi rm , perky and very , very stimulating....mmmmmm...instead of any of your "used" names...maybe "we'll" make up a "new" name...just for you...."Olivia"...? Maybe "Slave One"....?" Benson defiantly and sharply toned loudly threateningly repli es back up and over to her , "Your "name" is going to be "convict" if you don't release me..."right" this moment....I bet already "there" are police searching t he city for me....I am an officer....this is" not some joke....?" This man pause s once again then casually replies ahead downward over to her , "I am Painman... .you just "shall" be...." Yet again he pauses then louder contently toned adds , "A real screaming , body shuddering , leg twitching piece of "sex" meat...."De tective"..." Painman now raise s his long thin black gloved hand up into this dimly lit light revealing somethi ng casually clutched within his long strong looking fingers is an actual black l ong cylindrical ovalish shaped bulbous , rubbery knightstick with a short black rubbery handle facing in towards Painman. He happily sighs and looks right at th e tip and topside of this held up knightstick , then curiously back down ahead t o Benson. Benson even angrier fumes and curses back up over to him and begins to uselessly back away from him across this black rubbery floor. Painman then cree pily toned adds , "You "should" very scared , very concerned "and" afraid....."t his" is just the first thing that's "going" to really happen to you , your soul and indeed body...."repeatedly"....today." He once more pa uses and firmer adds , "Consider "it" a christening tool....Olivia....?" Painman then firmly steps a few more steps closer over to her relowering this big black rubbery knightstick abit , stops then point blankly states down over to her , " We "only" have one question..."just" for you Olivia....." Benson fiercely kneels up abit more so raising her handcuffed wrists and curled up angry fists before herself poised back up and over to him , and then loudly , autoritively restates , "I am Detective Olivia Benson..."like" I said..."nothing's" gonna happen to m e....!!!! Obviously "you" have been wathing way too many new age crap splatter m ovies..... This "is" over....so far you are looking at such charges as kidnappin g....unlawfull imprisonment....conspiring to "hurt" or attack an officer....." P ainman interuptingly then asks point blankly down over to her , " You ever watch "wild" animal documenteries.....? As like in "feeding frenzies" that have all t he time....out in the "wild".....?" Benson's body now angrier and angrier tenses up more so her fists tightening and tightening up before her , her deep dark pe tite eyes alighting with such building searing rage. She very more so agrravated ly quips back over at him , "You..."you" will be the "animal" but in a "cage" fo r ages....give it up "now".....!!!!! You "better" listen to "me"...!!!!!! Again ..... I am Detective Olivia Benson of the New York City Police force.... Do you realise the time you are going to do from "this"......? The charges involved.... kidnapping of an officer.....unwillfull restraint....the anti humane charges alo ne.....you WILL be doing time for years and years....the D.A really gets off on persecuting such "scum" as you are.....we "send" you types away all the time.... you have a "choice" to do what is next...."your" call....scum !!!!!" Painman then warmly assuringly toned replies back over to her , "Ah....but I "did' make a "ca ll".....indeed.....and "any" moment right "now" we ARE about indeed to have more
...."company".....for say this whole...."party".....there ARE some OLD freinds t hat are on their way "right now" to "sentence "you".....some old freinds who you and your partner Detective Stabler.... "personally" put them in the past....fa r away in jail indeed.....long hard stiff sentences WIll be handed down.....alas your partner is NOT here...but none the less...." Benson then further angrier g lares right back over to him , Painman happily contently sighs a deep sigh of ha ppy sounding breath. Just then a knock happens at the closed dark door of this r oom right behind a few feet by Painman's far rightside. Painman casually turns a nd walks right over towards this closed dark door , he then reaches ahead and fi rmly door handle grabbingly , firmly opens this dark closed door now. Now into t his darkly lit gareish room walks in what seems right now as several large , big black looking , hulking shadowy men. Their big bootsteps , striding , thumping and stepping further , closer and closer ahead into this very room. Visably they are all wearing what appears to be various styled , and different type colored look ing full headed wrestling and Halloween masks , no shirts and all also wearing v arious types of wrestling type shorts and boots each. Benson wide eyed looks pan ically further closer up and over at these dark shadowy big large black several men , now it appears to be nine of them , ten now including Painman as well. Pai nman looks straight back over at her yet again and then Benson sits right up cha in clankingly more so and begins angrilly stammering back over up to him. Painma n then sinisterlly laughs and happily paced now walks right back over towards th is dark shadowy open doorway and recloses this dark shadowy door, reshut and rec losed , reclunkingly reshut and indeed reclosed. It is now a few h ours later and Stabler pauses the exact color semi zoomed in overhead footage of indeed now Benson being severely savaged , he reaches pressing a squareish blac k button with his right index finger atop this large monitor screen's lower left side. Stabler is all alone seated in a black cushiony office chair behind a smal l squareish and gareish metallic table within a small dark wooden office with fo ur white vertically blinded windowed windows along its four walls. A mid sized g lassy digital black metal trimmed monitor screen placed scant feet away from him , a Digital Video Disc component at its lower vertical bottomside. This digital computer screen now freezes still on the exact image of Benson big round mouthe d screaming and screaming and down on all handcuffed fours down along the black rubbery floor. Laying beneath her full curvy buxom , slight chubbyished naked ta llish body is a fat slobby looking white naked chubby man still wearing his blac k sunglasses and clothy skimask , his chubby long arms and wide , flat , grubby looking hands firmly clutching upward graspingly around Benson's long petite nec k. Another black sunglassed , black clothy skimasked , taller muscular man is vi sably raping and gyrating up behind Benson's squatted rearend , he is leaning la ying down atop her full back and rearsides. His long muscular arms and hands str ongly enwrapped and pulling abit downward up ahead at Benson's now mussed up , t angled , unkeptly bodied pulled hair from right behind her petite dark brown hai red head. Stabler dumboundedly curses staring still shockedly ahead of himself a s he now leans back abit more so within his black cushiony chair and then exaspe ratingly sighs a deep sigh of breath. Just then a casu al knock happens over at this small dark wooden room's far leftside's closed gla ssy dark wooden door over at Stabler's far semi tired seated self's far rightsid e , Stabler slowly and annoyedly toned quips aloud back over to this closed door , "It's ok..."come" in...." This closed dark wooden glassy door now opens up an d into this small room is Kragan , he flatly looks ahead over at Stabler's set u p digital monitor screen , then right over to Stabler. Kragan then casually recl oses this door back reclosed behind himself then warmly remarks over to Stabler , "At "least" the footage is quite "extensive"....hours of it "so" far found.... "we're" bound to see something that'll give them up...."something" they might sa y , state or call each other...yaknow..."beyond" their seeming "partytime" alias es...you know "just" as well Elliot....most criminals mess up....not to "candyco at" any of this....torture we're all forced to live through...." Stabler slowly
looks away from this monitor screen and back more so directly at Kragan , and th en agreeingly toned replies , "Dam "right" this is "torture"....ganglike torture ...." He angrilly grimaces abit firmmer adding , "We "are" gonna "at least" stop "these" scumbags....you're very right..."Don"...these criminals "just" messed u p....bigtime.......they "hurt" us all....let alone Olivia....Liv...yaknow...?" Kragan casually walks up a few more feet towards Stabler and stops again more so directly looki ng back again to him , and then firmly and sympathetically assuringly toned repl ies back , "We "will" Elliot....it's just a matter of tense time...."unfortunate ly" of course....those twelve or more "savage jerks" are "gonna" be hounded rest assured..." He pauses then agravatedly toned states , "Did you "know" they took her cellphone...looked up everyone in "her" addressbook menu there..."then" als o sent "this" trash to them "as" well....her Aunt Molly , her step neice Jackie. ..she's twelve..., her step nephew Brad , he's fifteen...her "grandparents"...ev eryone she basically knows "all" are seeing this "right" now also as I speak.... ."and" Olivia is "just" sitting there staring blankly , literally catonic and pr opped up there in the hospital....having "no" idea at all what's going on...her "total" mind "possibly" gonso...."let" alone she "very" randomly screams , curse s and breaks down and crys alot..." Stabler even angrier sighs a deep breath of air staring blankly back over at Kragan , his long right fist clenching abit res ting along his black cushiony seat. Kragan then gri mly toned adds , "It was "also" sent all over this place....the whole building " is" swimming "in" this carnage footage....I crap you not Elliot....I even "hones tly" heard the custodians are "all" in the basement and also "are" watching it " too"...besides them....there are floors and floors of "devastated" people , frei nds and family....they "hit" Olivia...but like you are saying....they "hit" us a ll as well....who's to say besides the obvious blatant internet...."where" else "if" anywhere else these hours of explicit footage were "also" sent to...? It's also "very" inevitable to "hit" the global multimedia....the newscasts , reporte rs , and whatnot...."if" it hasn't "already"...it "could" most likely even on th e dam nightly news by now..." Stabler sitting up in his black cushiony seat abit more so and way more directly staring back up and over to Kragan very firmly no w states angrilly and musingly , "Time "to" hit "them" back......" Kragan agreei ngly smiles a warm smile right back over to him , then warmly replies casually t o him , "I "was" really hoping you'd say "that"...." Stabler mildly ever so smil es a slight warm smile back over to him , his deep dark eyes begining to well up with sorrow filled wet , slowly streaming tears of visable deeper and deeper bu ilding anger and agony. Kragan then promptly , authoritively and casually toned states , "Well "then"...I guess "it's" time "to" go to work then." Stabler once again more so trys to warmly sobbingly smile back up over to him.
To Be Continued......... The End........????????
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