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She had them all gathered in the squad room, everyone that knew. Everyone else had been evacuated. Terrorist drill, Cragen said. No one bought it, but they went anyway. Stabler stared down anyone ballsy enough to glance his way while Alex described what had happened in the observation room. When she was finished, any lingering doubts were gone. Even Fin seemed willing to believe.

"This happened at a quarter to nine," she said. "Just before that, Bobby told me that these attacks were becoming more frequent. More frequent and of greater intensity suggests an exponential growth rate." She made eye contact with each to make sure they were following her. "If that is the case, then before this finally kills him--" She cleared her throat as the words caught, threatened to choke her. "--it's going to affect all of Manhattan, and possibly most of the greater New York area."

"It'll be like dropping a sex bomb in the city," Fin said, summing it up quite succinctly.

"Spring Break, Mardi Gras and New Year's all rolled into one," Munch said, his thin hands smoothing the front of his dark blue shirt. He leaned toward Alex. "I'll meet you in the utility closet just before dawn. You guy's aren't invited," he said to the rest of the group.

"We're crushed," Fin said, shooting his partner a dirty look. "So, what are we doing about this? We can't evacuate the whole city."

"We could try moving him," Stabler suggested. "Take him some place less populated."

"Kind of risky, isn't it?" Olivia said. "I mean, if he has another of those attacks during transport, innocent people on the streets are going to be ... effected, not to mention whoever draws the short straw and has to drive him."

"She's right," Alex said, rubbing her forehead. "Besides, we can't just drive him to the middle of nowhere and leave him to die. There has to be another option."

"We could kill him," Fin said. "Quick, painless. Nobody else gets hurt."

"That is not an option," Alex said, her clenched fists shaking as she glanced at the other detectives, daring them to agree with Fin.

"It's an observation, that's all," Fin said, but he didn't take it back. Alex walked away from the group, dropping into the chair she'd borrowed from Olivia and pounding away on her laptop again. There had to be something she'd missed, some clue, some answer, something ... anything. Because as the night wore on, and as the curse grew in ferocity, one by one they would begin to see the merits of Fin's suggestion.

"What have we got on Nichole Wallace?" she asked, skimming over a web page she'd read twice already. �And don�t tell me she�s dead,� she muttered, mostly to herself. �Evil never dies.�

"She�s completely off the grid," Stabler said. �If she�s alive, she�s not on this planet.� The group broke up and went back to work. He wandered over and took a seat at the desk across from her. "Look, about what happened--"

"Save your breath, Detective," she said bluntly. "We both know it meant nothing. Everyone else will understand sooner or later, I'm afraid." Stabler was silent for a moment.

"Well, as long we're both clear."

"Crystal," she replied, eyes fixed on her screen as he walked away. She had found a long essay on the mythology of the incubus, but God only knew how much of it was true. She sorted it as she went; true, false, and that which she could not prove either way.

According to some myths, incubi could only ravish sleeping women, as they had no form or substance otherwise. In Bobby's case, false. Victims were compelled to participate against their will. True. Incubi possessed abnormal sexual organs, most common being disproportionately large members, a cold stone or metal feel, or a forked head. None of the three women had mentioned anything like that in their reports, so she'd say false, although she really didn't want to know.

One myth called incubi sexual vampires, as they drained their victims of sexual energy until all that remained was a empty, passionless husk that would never again feel sexual desire for as long as they lived. This only occurred after multiple encounters, so she had to file that away in the unknown category. Only the energy of another being, typically a woman, could sate the incubus for any length of time. That was just about the only fact that appeared in every account, so she'd give a tentative true.

Near the end she found some made-up fairy tale crap about how love was the only force strong enough to combat the incubus' lust, but that it only served as a shield and did nothing to cure the curse itself. Obviously false. Same with the part about love's first kiss being able to break the enchantment. This wasn't Sleeping Beauty, for crying out loud. She looked up as Munch leaned against the edge of her desk.

"You know," he said, "we're looking for the big fix to this problem. Maybe what we need right now is a band-aid. If the curse can be sated, it'd buy us some time."

"I said no to the prostitutes," Alex reminded him.

"Of course, that was a bad idea the first time," he said with a shrug. "They've all been sent uptown anyway. I was thinking maybe--" He had the grace to look embarrassed. "--self-service."

"It's not the same," she said, shaking her head.

"You're telling me," Munch muttered.

"The incubus feeds off it's victim," she explained, reading off the screen what she already knew just to hide the smile that played over her lips. "It's the other person's energy that it needs."

"That explains why your partner left the party early," Fin said, leaning back in his chair to that their heads were almost even. He was sitting behind and to the right of her. "Once the curse was subdued, he was able to get control of himself and stop."

"The man must have an iron will," Sledge said from a desk across the room.

"Or ice water in his veins," Munch suggested. He pushed away from the desk and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Anyway, if the hookers are still out--" Alex shot him a look that clearly said that the topic was closed. "--then I suggest somebody go in there and take one for the team." He let the stunned silence reverberate for a second. "If something isn't done soon, this room's going to get really uncomfortable, really fast. I'll leave you to draw straws; I have to go meet with a possible contact." He turned and walked out.
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