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Let The Crime Fit The Punishment	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, John Munch, Capt. Cragen, Nick Amaro and Dr. Melinda Warner are all characters of Law & Order: SVU. These characters belong to series creator Dick Wolf. I make no claim to either the show or to the chara

Chapter List
- 1-Let The Crime Fit The Punishment
- 2-Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, John Munch, Capt. Cragen, Nick Amaro and Dr. Melinda Warner are all characters of Law & Order: SVU. These characters belong to series creator Dick Wolf. I make no claim to either the show or to the characters. Matthew, Daniel, Emma and Edward, Jessica Foster, Corrine Bradley, Denise Reagan and other miscellaneous characters belong to me. This story is fiction. I make no money from it. I do not buy, trade, sell or even take requests. For entertainment use only!
Home of

Emma and Edward Foster

4250 East Colonial

Queens
Detective John Munch sat down on the plush sofa, across from Mr. and Mrs. Foster and jotted down notes in his small pad. "When was the last time you saw or spoke to Matthew?" The veteran detective paused from his writing long enough to make eye contact with the mother first and then the father, who stood behind his wife as she sat down on the matching sofa, opposite Munch. He wasn't expecting an overly emotional answer but the answer he got instead, was anything but what he expected.
Emma Foster sat forward and placed her tea cup down on the saucer, on the glass coffee table between she and Munch. "We haven't seen or spoken to him since Daniel died." She was a middle aged woman with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her petite structure and thin face resembled that of an older version of the little girl in the photo that he had found in Matthew's apartment. "Is Matthew in trouble again?"
"Something like that." Munch said flatly.
Nick removed a silver picture frame from the mantle and looked at the picture of the whole family, taken on a past vacation to a theme park out west. "Matthew was assaulted two nights ago, on his way home. He was admitted to St. Vincent's in Manhattan. He has three broken ribs, minor concussion, fractured arm and sexual trauma. That doesn't raise concern to you?" Amaro noticed neither parent showed any signs of emotion.
Edward Foster walked around to sit next to his wife, on the sofa. "We haven't wanted to know anything about Matthew since he was arrested for what he did to that little girl. It was bad enough dealing with Danny's funeral, we couldn't bare to sit through a trial and hear all the perverted things Matthew had done. We had just come back from burying our little girl, and now that happened." Edward's tone increased with disgust as he wrapped an arm around his wife to comfort her while eyeing the frame Amaro still held.
"How old was she, when she died?" Nick stared down at the picture of two early teenaged boys and a years younger sister.
"She had just turned 14. That picture was taken about three years prior. She was killed by a stray bullet in a drive-by. The boys were shaken but I guess Matthew took it especially hard." Edward sighed and met eyes with his wife. "Matthew was the oldest. Danny idolised his brother and Jessica--" hanging his head, he took a moment to reflect on his daughter's memory, "they worshipped her." Edward resembled an older version of Matthew, handsome and toned, short brown hair and thin-rimmed glasses outlining his almond-shaped brown eyes.
Munch leaned forward, pen and notepad poised in his hands. "Did Matthew ever touch his sister? Maybe peek in on her in the shower? Make any kind of sexual comments to her?"
Edward fumed. "We trusted our boys with their sister. If anything had happened to her, she would have told us, immediately." It wasn't so much as the line of questions that were being asked but the indication of perversion of brother and sister. He had never wanted to think of any of his children being abused or the abuser but had no choice in answering what the detectives listed. Since he and Emma severed ties with their only living son, Edward had gone against his own rule and had taken midday trips to Greenwich, to spy on his child. It made him both hurt and upset that Matthew's life had turned out that way but, he was powerless to change it.
Nick replaced the photo and frame on the mantle and sidestepped to sit down a foot apart from his partner. "When did Daniel die?"
Emma started to answer but Edward hushed her and took over speaking. "June 9, 2006."
Munch wrote down the date and stared at what he wrote. The date sounded familiar. "The day that Matthew was arrested."
"They were supposed to be at a friend's house. The next thing we know, the police are knocking on our door, telling us Danny's dead and Matthew was arrested for raping a child." Edward's disgust turned to anger as he slowly became more and more unsettled at the detectives who wouldn't leave them alone. "After that, we decided to spare ourselves anymore pain so,"
Munch's brow furrowed at the statement. "You left Matthew holding the bag. Did you get his side of the story, at all?"
Edward stared, shocked, at Munch's accusation. "Are you calling us bad parents? We lost our only little girl to violence that could have been avoided, our youngest son to a driver who didn't see him and then, our oldest getting arrested for molesting a little girl. Just how much of that would you be able to take, detective? It hurt all of us, what he did. So, we sold the house and moved here."
Nick stood and was quick to quell any hot tempers. "Whoa, we aren't here to imply anything. We're just here as part of the investigation of Matthew's attack. It would help if we had a bigger backstory than what was in the files from his arrest. That's all." Thinking he had better take over the interview, Nick took a deep breath and confined his questioning to something more easier to answer. "What was Matthew like, growing up? Any hobbies? Did Daniel have any hobbies like Matthew's?"
The couple looked at each other and thought back to watching their children grow up. "Matthew loved putting models of cars and planes together. When he was 12, Danny was 8, they built a model T together. They were so excited to do something together. They were so close. Matthew wouldn't let anything happen to his brother or sister. And when 2006 came, well," Emma couldn't finish her statement. Instead, she stood and excused herself from the room. She had spent years thinking of what dangers held for her only living son, wanting desperately to see him, talk to him and hold him but her husband refused. The pressure of not knowing was becoming too much for her and as the two detectives relayed Matthew's current settings, Emma felt ill.
"I think it's time for you to go." Edward said flatly and ushered Amaro and Munch out of the freshly refurnished brownstone.
Walking down the front steps, Munch tucked his notepad back into his inside jacket pocket and glanced over at his partner. "What's with that last question? You think Matthew took the fall for someone?" He didn't want to admit it that he had his doubts as well. Always the conspiracy-minded, John Munch couldn't be bothered with the alternative explanation of things yet, in Matthew's case, he had been puzzled from the start.
Nick was one step ahead of him and as he stepped down, off of the steps, he stopped and turned to his partner. "Liv mentioned that Matthew was genuinely sorry for what he had done. Most pedophiles believe their victims love them and want a relationship with them. Matthew didn't have any kiddy porn, no souvenirs, he didn't even act like a normal rapist would. His P.O. was ready to just toss his name onto the pile of hardened criminals but, something just doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"If Matthew raped that little girl, there'd be some small evidence of it, before it happened. Right? His sister's naked doll, pictures of little girls or his sister getting dressed and such. Either the parents aren't talking about it or something doesn't add up. Maybe Liv and Fin had something shake loose." Nick walked around to the driver's side of the dark blue Crown Victoria and opened the door to sit down inside.
St. Vincent Hospital

Room 153

Matthew Foster

1:28 PM
Matthew reclined on the elevated half of the mattress and stared out the window, rain had started falling and a light mist was trickling through the city. His head had finally stopped hurting and he was enjoying the silence and comfort of the room. His room door opened and the nurse, who had been to see him every 30 minutes since he woke up, lead the same two detectives that had watched him pass out. His head turned to see the nurse but turned back as he caught sight of Benson and Tutuola, sighing in defeat. He waited until the nurse checked his vitals, made notes on the chart and then left quietly before looking back at the two officers.
"How are you feeling?" Olivia stopped at the left side of Matthew's bed while Fin stayed back a few steps.
Matthew shrugged. "Apparently, I'll live."
Fin took a step forward. "You're lucky you get to do that much. Doc said if you got beat any worse, you'd be dead, long before we knocked on your door." He met eyes with the younger man that started to glare at him but quickly retracted as Fin's stone cold expression stared him down.
Matthew shifted on the bed and winced in pain. "I know, I violated my parole and when I get outta here, I go back to jail. I don't need you two to tell me that. Please just leave me alone." Another wince as he shifted again, this time to adjust his pillow behind his head. He groaned as the room started to spin.
"We'll see. Why don't you tell us why you were in that neighbourhood? Why did you violate your parole?" Olivia cocked her head to one side and retrieved her small, spiral notebook from her pocket, detaching the pen that had been clipped to the cover. She flipped it open and waited for him to talk.
Sighing, Matthew turned away and looked out at the rain that began to fall a little heavier than before. "I was cold. Just wanted to get home."
Fine stepped forward again and stopped at the end of the bed, looking down on Matthew. "Why were you out so late? Your P.O. said you had an 11PM curfew."
"My landlord raised my rent so, I asked my boss if I could work an extra shift. He said sure but I had to talk to my P.O. about it. When I asked Davies, he said fine but I had 10 minutes from the time I left work to the time I got home. It worked out for a few days but, that night was colder than the last. Didn't have money for a cab and the buses don't run that late so, I took a chance and cut through Christopher Street. I wasn't lookin' for kids, just wanted to get home." Matthew hadn't bothered with eye contact as he knew neither detective would believe him so, he continued to stare out the window.
Olivia shifted from one foot to the other and placed a hand on the bedrail. "What happened after that? Do you know who attacked you?"
Matthew shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Look, I know pedophiles aren't top priority when it comes to being a victim so, unless you are really bored or there's no more sexual injustice, why are you here?"
Olivia's tone changed to match Matthew's. "Because your neighbour asked us to look in on you. Regardless of your status, we're required to be here. And, it would make it alot easier if we can understand what happened to you."
Fin walked around to block Matthew's view of the window and reiterate Olivia's question, "You see anybody follow you, after work?"
"No."
"Hear any cars or anything?"
"A couple. A car door opened but that was it. The next thing I know, someone's calling my name and when I turned around, something hit me. I came to--" Matthew swallowed hard. It hurt to relive it, even in his mind. "When I came to--" he felt ill, "I was bent over a trash can. I could hear someone talking behind me, to another person that was holding me down, and then a voice was close to my ear. Uh, they told me that uh, I- wasn't supposed to be there and-- that I needed to learn my place, again." Matthew's stomach started to turn and a sinking feeling happened in his mouth. They uh-- shoved my pants down and I felt something cold being forced inside me." He shifted uneasily and averted his eyes from seeing either detective's expression.
Fin stepped back. "Do you have an idea what that was?"
"A bottle."
Olivia wrote down what had been said but paused to ask a question, "are you sure?"
Matthew nodded. There was a bitter, disgusted taste in his mouth. "He showed it to me before--." Swallowing the lump in his throat, Matthew squeezed his eyes shut and refused to let the tears fall. He took a moment to compose himself and took a breath as he tipped his head back and stared at a point on the ceiling. "The guy holding me let go while the other one whispered in my ear of what a sick freak I was and that I was lucky it was only a bottle. When they were done berating me, they knocked me down and started kicking me. And then, I don't remember anything after that. When I woke up, it was getting light out so, I pulled my pants up and went home." When he opened them, he brought his eyes back down to the white knit blanket over his legs.
"How'd you break your arm?" Olivia's voice was soft and calming.
Matthew thought for a moment but sighed, defeated. "I don't know. When they were kicking me? I'm not sure."
"Did they have you restrained, at all? Other than the guy holding you down." Fin's voice startled Matthew out of the daze he had entered and back to where they were.
Shaking his head, Matthew absently moved to touch the cast on his left arm, with his right. "Not that I felt. It was cold all around that night. I couldn't move my arms, when I was bent over. Handcuffs, maybe?"
"You said he showed you the bottle before he raped you, did you see his face by chance?" Hoping to find a break, Olivia stood poised to write whatever he might have offered next.
"No."
"Did you recognise the voices?"
Matthew shuttered and hesitated before shaking his head. His expression was nothing short of hidden surprise. He wasn't ready for whatever punishment the Blue Line might offer.
SVU Squadroom

3:43 PM
"So, two guys, follow Matthew home from work, just waiting for him to make a wrong move or possibly force him into where he wasn't supposed to be, assault him and wait for Matthew to screw himself out of his freedom. Hell of a lead to go on." Olivia stood in front of the board and skimmed over the many notes and photos that had been placed there. She sighed and mentally went over her notes of his description of the attack.
John had gotten himself a cup of coffee and an extra one for Olivia. Carrying both, he hand the extra one to her and sipped at his own. "You think someone wanted him in that alleyway? Some sort of vigilante justice, eight years later?"
Nick sat at his desk, the fingers of his left hand, curled around his mouth, in thought. He stared at his notes, trying to find some tie-in to one another. "There has to be something we're missing. The original case, the girl picked Matthew out but, there's no mention of his brother, Daniel, who should have been there with him. Matthew's apartment was squeaky clean of porn, souvenirs, not even a telephone. If this has nothing to do with anything after he got out of prison, then, it's either random or it has to do specifically with Christopher Street." He stood from his chair and walked over to the pinup of the enlarged city block blow up of Matthew's routine path. Scratching his head and staring at the red indication line, the detective sighed inwardly and mentally ran the course as if he were following Matthew.
"The only thing left would be to track down the victim's family and talk to them about June 9, 2006. Maybe there's something in what they could tell us." Olivia rubbed the back of her neck with a free hand. She had been there the longest and her eyes were burning from staring at the board for so long.
A voice came from behind them, soft and small but loud enough to get the detectives' attention. "Have you found something to help my son?" Emma Foster had been standing there for a moment prior and listened to Olivia's last statement.
"Mrs. Foster,--?" Nick spun around as he recognised her voice and gave a puzzled expression as to why she stood in the the middle of the squadroom.
Emma stepped forward, towards him. "I love my son, detective. I don't like what he might have done but, a mother always loves their children. No matter what they've become." She took a moment to look at his picture on the board before it was covered by John and Fin. "After Matthew's arrest and Danny's funeral, my husband packed up everything of Matt's and put it into storage. I found the key hidden in our dresser and went looking through his things. I didn't find anything questionable but," she took a breath and reach into her coat pocket for a small photo book of Matthew's. "He was seeing a girl named Denise Reagan. He told her more things about him than he'd ever tell us at 19."
Opening the small, leather-covered book he had been handed, Nick flipped through it and paused on a picture of a younger, happier photo of Matthew and a pretty young girl, sitting on his family's sofa, smiling at one another. "Do you know where she is? Did you keep in touch with her?"
Looking down at the photo of Matthew and Denise, in Amaro's hands, Emma looked up at him and took a breath. "We spoke to her a few times during the trial. Afterwards, she stopped by the house, as we were moving out, and told us she was moving to Chelsea. That was the last time I saw her."
Nick caught her eye and smiled at the tiny piece to the puzzle she handed him. "Thank you."
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