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Getting the bad guy proved easier said than done. Department records were a little lacking when it came to magickal crimes. Gee, what a surprise.

With a sigh, Alex leaned back in her chair. Her head brushed against something and she glanced up. It was the side of Bobby�s jaw; he was reading over her shoulder again. At first glance, one might think that everything was back to normal between them, but then one would be a blind idiot. She could feel his presence like a weight on her chest, making every breath harder than it should be. His breath danced over her cheek, the barest touch, but she was acutely aware when it sped up after her hair brushed his face. She could feel the tightness in his body as he stood behind her, and there was nothing casual about the way his hand casually rested on the back of her chair.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when somebody�s cell phone rang. She glanced over at Munch, but he shook his head. It rang again, and Alex stood up. The sound was coming from an unoccupied desk across the room. Olivia headed for it, but Alex beat her there. A quick search of the desk turned up nothing.

"Coat pocket," Bobby said quietly. "My cell." Alex found the phone, glanced at her partner, and answered.

"Good evening, Detective Eames," replied a polished male voice, soft and cultured, some hint of an accent - eastern European, maybe - mature, cool; dangerous. "I'm trying to reach Detective Goren. Is he available?"

"I'm sorry, he's tied up at the moment," she said, her words as carefully chosen as her uneasy tone. "Who is this?" The voice chuckled, a deep but sibilant sound, making her skin crawl.

"I assume that means it arrived safely. I'm very pleased. Has he been enjoying it?"

"We both have, thanks," she said, reigning in her sarcasm as much as she could. Bobby sidled up next to her, leaning down to listen, the scent of his skin making her stomach flutter. She forced herself to concentrate. "Now, to whom do we address the gift basket?"

"Not so fast, Detective," he said smoothly. "Did I hear a slight change in your tone just now? You sounded - " He drew a breath through his teeth. " - distracted. Perhaps your partner isn't as tied up as you thought. Am I right, Detective Goren?"

"I would have been ... ungrateful not to take your call. Your voice, it's familiar, but I can't ... place it to a face. How do I know you?" There was that hissing chuckle again and she felt Bobby shudder.

"We've never spoken before, Detective."

"Then why are you doing this?" Alex demanded, her temper flaring. Bobby put his big hand on her shoulder to calm her, like he'd done a hundred times before, but this time she tensed at his touch and he pulled back. She glanced at him, but his eyes were downcast, a frown on his face.

"Why?" the voice repeated. "Why indeed? Isn't that your job - to uncover the why and the who and the how? Why should I make it easy on you?" There was a muffled bang in the background. "Ah - now for the fun part. Is Detective Munch there with you?"

"He is," Bobby replied, glancing at said detective.

"Intriguing man," the voice said and Alex could almost hear the twisted grin through the phone. "It's amazing the secrets one can hide if one has the proper skills. He's not on his cell, I hope. It looks like she's got something important to tell him." A moment later, Munch's cell rang.

"Munch," he said from across the room.

"Hi, John, it's me," came the indistinct reply from over Bobby's phone. Alex felt the color drain from her face. She thrust the phone into Bobby's hand and dashed across the room.

"Where is she?" Alex demanded. Munch raised one eyebrow, but repeated the question.

"The corner of fifty-first and eighty-sixth," he told her.

"Get a unit over there now," she told Stabler. "The man who cursed Bobby is with her, near enough that we could hear her through his phone." As Stabler went for the radio, she glanced back at Bobby.

" - no need to ... you've got our attention. Just - just tell me what you want - "

" - to me, Kia, you're in danger ... I don't care," Munch said, alarm starting to color his normally dry voice," you have to - "

" - what she has to do with this. It's between you and me - "

" - officers on the way, just watch yourself ... That's what I'm afraid of - "

"No, don't!" Bobby shouted.

"Kia? Kia!" Munch jerked the phone away from his ear as a piercing scream rent the silent squad room. Alex turned away, her fist pressed against her lips. She made eye contact with Bobby as he slowly closed his cell and set it on the desk in front of him. Something ... feral looked back at her. He turned away before she could be sure, but it was like that hunger he got sometimes while beating a suspect over the head with their own twisted psyche, only scarier. If that darkness was a shadow, this was the silent, ravenous beast that cast it. "The line's still open," Munch said suddenly. "I hear sirens. Kia? Can you hear me? Kia?" He kept repeating her name, but Alex had this horrible, hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"John," Fin said quietly, laying his hand on his partner's arm. Munch shook him off.

"It's about damn time," Munch muttered, then he started shouting, "Hey, over here! Here, hurry! Hello? Hello? How is she? ... It's Detective John Munch, you jackass, now tell me - What do you mean, she's not there? I was talking to her not sixty seconds ago ... Well, look!"

Even from five feet away, Alex clearly heard a male voice on the other end of the line cry out, "Sweet Mother of God!" Munch fell back against the desk, the cell slipping from his nerveless fingers. It skittered across the floor and came to stop against her shoe. She stared at it a second, the hollow whisper filling the room as it repeated, "Mother of God." She picked it up.

"What the hell is going on?" she demanded. "Did you find her?"

"I've never - seen - anything - " the officer stammered, sounding like he was going to empty the contents of his stomach onto the crime scene. She heard him swallow. "You guys better get down here, Detective."

"Damn it all, Officer," she practically shouted, "is she alive or not?"

"It looks like every bone in her body is broken," came the shaky reply, "but there ain't a mark on her."
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