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TITLE: Infinity (36/36)
AUTHOR: Master F&M
FANDOM: Law and Order: SVU
RATING: Everything from PG to R—just like life.
SUMMARY: A Fin-based saga to follow his life that isn’t seen on the show.
DISCLAIMER: L&O: SVU and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf, NBC, and whomever
                          else puts the show out for our enjoyment. I just get to play with them.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sam is a character of my own creation. She does not exist on the show.
FEEDBACK: Please give some. For entertainment purposes only.
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EPILOGUE
            Fin walked around The Velvet Blues reception room greeting his guests. It was still one
of his favorite places to hang out. The club had changed managers several times over the years,
but the basic atmosphere had stayed the same. It was fitting, then, that they’d come here to
celebrate their 20^th anniversary. This was, after all, where he and Sam had first admitted their
feelings for each other.
            Fin took a quick look at himself as he passed a mirror. He really hadn’t changed all that
much. True, he did have the gray at his temples, but Sam had said it made him look
distinguished. Distinguished and sexy. He even still had his trademark ponytail. He had thought
about cutting it off once, but Sam had threatened to banish him to the sofa if he did. He couldn’t
have that. So, naturally, he had let it stay. If anything at all, Fin thought he might even look
better now than he had, say, ten years ago. Huang had taught Sam the art of Tai Chi after their
last baby had been born, and she, in turn, had taught it to him. Now, after practicing it every
other day for the past couple of years, he had trimmed down some and was tone.
            He walked over to Huang and his partner, Chris. A lot of people he knew had opposed
the legislation of same-sex marriage, but the Tutuolas had supported Huang in his decision to tie
the knot. He had proven to be a good friend to Sam over the years, and she was to him as well.
So much so that Huang had made Sam and Fin godparents to the two little girls he and Chris had
adopted.
            “Professor Huang,” George had finally given up his position with the FBI and now taught
criminology at NYU, “glad you could make it.”
            “Tutuola.” They shook hands. “Of course we’d be here. We wouldn’t have missed it for
anything.”
            Chris looked from one to the other. “How long have the two of you known each other?
And you’re still not on a first name basis?”
            George laughed. “Old habits die hard.”
            “Right.” Fin patted him on the shoulder, then went to say hi to Stabler. On the way, he
was sidetracked by Dave Deuthorn.
            “How’s it going, partner?” He flung an arm around Fin’s shoulder. Fin promptly
plucked it up and let it drop.
            “Stop calling me that. We ain’t been partners in years.”
             True to Dave’s plan, Munch had indeed retired within a few years of Sam’s wedding and
Dave had been assigned as Fin’s new partner. Fin hadn’t liked working with him at first. He
thought the younger man was too brash and cocky. Munch had laughed and reminded Fin that he
had been that way, too, in the beginning of their partnership.
            “Yeah, but you never forget your first.” Deuthorn had only stayed with SVU for a few
years, then moved up to profiling for the department. He’d found a niche there, and has been
with them every since.
            “I wasn’t your first partner either, Dave.”
            “Okay, best then. Would you settle for best and just let me congratulate you?”
            Fin laughed. “I guess I wasn’t such a shmuck after all, then, huh?” He’d never let
Deuthorn forget the comment Dave had made years ago.
            Dave shrugged. “What can I say? I was an ignorant bastard.” He gave Fin a good slap
on the shoulder.
            “But congratulations anyway, man.”
            “Thanks.” They shook hands, then Fin continued on his way to Elliot.
            “Hey, Stabler,” Elliot had brought a video camera with him and was recording the entire
evening, “why is it that you always seem to have one of those things glued to your face?”
            “It’s a hobby,” he defended himself.
            “It gives him something else to focus on, other than his work,” Kathy offered.
            Elliot Stabler was now a captain and heading SVU. Cragen had long since retired, some
time after Munch, but not before grooming Elliot to take over for him. He’d seen to it that Elliot
had gotten the position.
            Elliot and Kathy had separated for a short time after he’d taken over the unit, but had
managed to work things out. He’d learned to blur the lines a little more between work and his
family so that his wife wasn’t always being excluded. He’d taken up making home movies as a
way to distract himself from the horrors of the job.
            “Good. So I can expect a copy when it’s finished?” Fin loved looking over pictures and
tapes of his family to see how much they had changed.
            “No problem.” Elliot looked around the room. “I’d love to get a shot of the old unit
together again. I think everyone’s here except Olivia. Have you seen her?”
            “Yeah, she and Pete are here. They were over there talking to Cragen a little while ago.”
He indicated a corner of the room.
            Olivia Benson was now Lt. Hellerman. She’d gotten married a few years ago to, of all
things, a defense attorney whom she sometimes went up against in court. Fin didn’t understand
wanting that kind of drama in your life, but it seemed to be working for them. She had opted to
remain in SVU under Elliot’s command and seemed poised to take over for him when he retired.
            “Yeah, now I see them. Tell you what, I’ll get the gang together then call you over,
okay?”
            “Sounds good.”
            Fin looked around for Sam but didn’t see her anywhere. He headed for Munch instead.
“Hey, old man. Have you seen Sam?”
            “No, son, I haven’t.”
            “I told you not to call me that.”
            “Yes, I know, but I’m getting up there in age, Fin. Allow me a few pleasures in my last
days.”
            Fin snorted. “Yeah, right. As onery as you are, you’ll probably be around longer than I
will.”
            “I second that.” Tori reached over and patted John’s hand.
            John Munch was the first member of their squad to leave SVU. One morning after he’d
handled a particularly heinous case, he was rushed to the hospital where it was discovered that
he’d had a mild stroke. A few days of recovery gave him time to think, and he’d decided to leave
the force. Sam and Tori had convinced him that he’d done more than his part to make the world
a safer place. His thirty plus years were enough; now it was time for him to enjoy the fruits of
that labor.
            Sam had bought him a cabin in upstate New York, and he and Tori had made a habit of
spending two weekends a month there to get away from the rigors of city life. Another weekend
was spent there dedicated to his fishing trips with Cragen and Briscoe, though they never seemed
to actually get much fishing done. Munch and Tori also liked to spend their vacations at the
cabin. Fin was convinced it was because Munch got to walk around up there in the nude.
            “Listen to her,” Fin advised. “The smartest thing you ever did was to convince her to
marry your sorry ass.”
            Munch looked over at his wife. “Fifth time was the charm, heh?”
            “Fifth and last, my sweet. Don’t forget that part. Fifth and last.”
             Fin smiled. It was nice to see that Munch had finally found someone who could keep up
with him. Elliot came over with the rest of their old SVU squad.
            “Gang’s all here. Okay, everybody get together and I’ll start filming.”
            “Hold on a sec,” Cragen reverted to his role as team captain, “you need to be in this, too.”
            “I’ll film.” Sam came up behind the group and took the camera from Elliot. “You go
join the others.”
            “I was wondering where you were.” Fin gave her a not-so-quick kiss. “I was beginning
to think twenty years must have been long enough for you.”
            She laughed. “Not nearly.”
            Elliot pulled Fin back into the group. The Tutuolas were notorious for expressing their
affection for one another, and he wanted to get the group on film before it escalated.
            Sam filmed them while they joked around and reminisced about working together. When
she thought she had enough footage, she gave the camera back to Elliot, then Fin drew her away.
            “Hey.”
            “Hey, yourself.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I sure am glad I
finally got you to marry me.”
            Fin laughed. “I don’t quite remember it happening that way.” He was still as much in
love with her now as he’d ever been.
            Sam, too, no longer worked full-time for the FBI. She’d given up her job to raise their
kids when they were young, but had stayed on top of the technology. She now took on
occasional assignments when the Bureau had a problem that required her skill. Whenever she
was called out of town, though, two of the other Tutuola women helped pick up the slack at the
penthouse. Denise had taken great pains to spoil her son’s children, perhaps as a way to make up
for her relationship with Fin, and Gerrie had followed suit.
            Even Vernon had finally worked through things with his son. Fin didn’t think they would
ever really be close, but it was enough that they spoke and did things together with his boys.
Only Connie had never quite come around to letting bygones be bygones. Fin wasn’t even sure
anymore why it was that she resented him. He only knew that there wasn’t room for it in his life,
and had just chalked it up to one being in every family.
            “Daddy!”
            Fin turned his head to look at his daughter, and smiled at the excited little dance she was
doing. Terry, named for his grandmother Teresa, was their only girl, and what they liked to refer
to as their pleasant little surprise. Munch had offered them the use of his cabin for a week, six
years ago, and Terry had been the result of their trip.
            “What’s up, Babygirl?” Fin reached down and picked her up.
            “Can I sleep over with Tanya tonight? Please?” Copies of his green eyes pleaded with
him.
            Fin looked over at Dorian and his family. “What did your brother say?”
            “He said it was okay with him, if it was okay with you.” She nodded her head with each
emphasis, shaking the curls that hung loosely around her face. “So can I? Huh, Mommy?”
            Sam touched her hair, tugging at one of the ringlets. “I guess that would be okay.”
            “Yay!” Terry struggled to get down, then ran over to huddle with Tanya. Fin caught
Dorian’s eye and they shared a laugh. So close in age, the girls were more like sisters than aunt
and niece.
            Tanya was also the only girl in her immediate family. Dorian’s other two children were
boys. He’d met his wife while apprenticing at an architectural firm, and they’d made good
business partners as well as good personal ones. He was now in charge of running his own firm,
and it always gave Fin a thrill to see the double T emblem of Tutuola Towers whenever one of
Dorian’s buildings went up.
            “Gee, a night all to ourselves.” Sam looked at her husband with laughter in her eyes.
“Whatever will we do?” Nothing made her happier than spending time alone with him.
            Fin had stayed with SVU for a few years after Elliot took over command, but when the
son of a friend died of a drug overdose, he had decided it was time to go back to Narcotics. Sam
had not been happy with his decision. She knew the personal risks would be far greater in that
department than they ever were in SVU.
            Nevertheless, Fin had felt compelled to return, and had suffered a gunshot wound for his
troubles. Sam had been terrified of losing him, and hadn’t altogether understood why he wanted
to go back when he recovered, but he hadn’t been deterred. He was now a captain, heading the
division and training up the next generation of what was being hailed as ‘street cops.’ These
were the men and women Fin had handpicked to be down in the trenches with the dealers. They
didn’t necessarily do things exactly by the book, but they got enough results to make City Hall
happy. Most dealers had learned to stay out of their jurisdiction.
            Fin looked at Sam and smiled back. “I hope you’re still this happy when I’m around all
the time.”
            “I would be thrilled.” She was very much looking forward to him retiring from the force
earlier than he had to, and to him being out of the line of fire.
             “But you know good and well that you’ll just spend a lot of your time at the center.”
            The Tutuolas had founded a community center in Harlem as a safe haven for the boys and
girls there who had no where else to go. Nanna’s Kitchen provided meals and sports programs,
as well as programs in the arts, and also offered tutoring to anyone who was having difficulty in
school. It, likewise, extended a few scholarships a year to those headed for college.
            Fin shrugged. “What can I say? The kids need me.” He smiled at her. “But I think I
could probably carve out some time for you.”
            He leaned in to kiss her, but was interrupted by a clinking sound. They turned their heads
to see their son Deon at the forefront of the room. He was tapping his glass with a spoon in order
to get everyone’s attention.
            “Hello, everyone. Glad you all could make it here tonight.” He paused for a second, then
continued with his speech. Fin took a seat, and Sam joined him.
            “As the kid who’s finally been packed away and is looking forward to starting for college
tomorrow, I’ve been nominated by my siblings to say a few words about our parents on their
anniversary.”
            At 18, Deon had opted to study abroad for a semester before beginning his freshman year
at NYU. He hadn’t decided what he wanted to major in, but found that he was interested in
foreign languages. Sam had suggested a career with the UN.
            His older brothers, Corey and Calvin, both 20, were already into their sophomore years at
Columbia. While Corey was studying criminal justice and hoped to follow his mother into the
FBI as a weapons specialist, Calvin was pre-law and hoped to attend law school. Fin found it
ironic that Vernon would get his lawyer in the family after all.
            “Well, what can I say? My parents have always been good role models for us as human
beings. They always did their part to help the community and always did their jobs to the best of
their ability. Those are traits they’ve tried to instill in us kids, and hopefully, we’ll have learned
from them.” Deon stopped and looked at his parents.
            “But it’s the role models that they were to us as parents that I hope most to follow.
Everything they did, they did as a unit, no matter how hard we tried to divide and conquer.” He
paused for a couple of laughs. “My dad can be a little stubborn when he wants to be.”
            “A little stubborn?” Munch heckled Fin from across the room. “Who are you trying to
kid?”
            Fin was a little disheartened to see Vernon give Munch an agreeing pat on the shoulder.
He still wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of the two of them getting along. With both of them
having a generous dose of distrust for the government, they had found common ground in
discussions on conspiracies and cover-ups. Vernon had even accompanied Munch a few times
on his fishing trips at the cabin. Sam thought it was cute; Fin considered it an unholy alliance.
            He was less disturbed to see one of his other sons sitting next to John. Of all of his six
children, particularly the five he had with Sam, Johnathon Tutuola was the least like him and the
most like his great-uncle.
            Fin supposed it all began when at his birth, Munch had looked at the baby and declared,
“He’s a Munch if ever I saw one.” It had progressed from there. John had taken a personal
interest in his namesake, and to Sam’s delight, he had taken to John as well. An extremely bright
child, he had started college a year before the older twins so that at 19, he was in his junior year
at M.I.T. He likened himself to be the next Bill Gates.
            “Now mind you,” Deon was saying, “I’m far from considering the idea for myself. Far,
far, far from it,” he added for emphasis. “But when the time comes, I hope to be as good a
husband to my wife as Dad has been to Mom.” He stopped and laughed to himself at a thought.
            “I’m not sure if any of you have ever noticed, but my folks can be somewhat affectionate
with each other.”
             Fin listened to the assenting murmurs that floated around the room, and tried to ignore
the eyes that were now turned to them, while Sam questioned her decision to have made his lap
her seat. Deon continued.
            “I’ll admit that I used to be a little embarrassed by it, especially when my friends were
around, until recently when I asked Dad about it. I asked him why it was that no matter what was
going on when he entered a room she was in, he always found some excuse to be near her.”
            There was more murmuring around the room. “Now I realize that most of you know that
normally he wouldn’t answer a question like that, but he could see that it was important for me to
know.” Deon looked at his dad again.
            “He told me that Mom was everything he ever wanted in a woman, and that sometimes he
had to touch her just to make sure she was real.”
            His statement drew a chorus of Aww!’s and a round of applause. Fin looked down at the
floor, suddenly self-conscious, then turned to Sam. She gave him a look of profound love, then
kissed him, not caring who saw. The applause continued.
            “So on behalf of all of your children,” Deon wound up his speech, “I’d like to say
congratulations on your 20^th anniversary. We’re very happy for you, proud of you, and hope that
we should all be so lucky.” He then invited everyone to join him in a toast.
            “May you have another twenty years together.”
             The club’s DJ began playing the opening chords of one of Sam’s favorite old songs:
                                    ‘Looks like we made it.
                                    Look how far we’ve come, my baby.
                                    We mighta took the long way,
                                    We knew we’d get there someday’
            Fin stood up and danced his wife onto the floor. Holding her closely to him, he swayed
her to the music, both of them recalling their first dance together.
                                    ‘They said, “I’ll bet they’ll never make it.”
                                    But just look at us holding on.
                                    We’re still together,
                                    Still going strong.’
            Elliot aimed his camera at them. “Okay, you two. For all of prosperity, what do you
think is the cause of your happy marriage?”
            “Great sex.”
            “Fin!” Sam protested, but joined him in laughing.
                                    ‘(You’re still the one)
                                    You’re still the one I run to,
                                    The one that I belong to.
                                    You’re still the one I want for life.’
            “Alright, alright. Umm . . . ” he looked at Sam then stroked her cheek. “She takes good
care of me. We take good care of each other.” Sam smiled at him, then kissed him. She turned
to the camera.
            “That, and great sex.”
             Fin laughed loudly. “That’s my girl!” He hugged her, lifting her off her feet and danced
her away.
                                    ‘(You’re still the one)
                                     You’re still the one that I love
                                    The only one I dream of
                                    You’re still the one I kiss good night.’
            “You know,” Fin pulled back to look at Sam. “It’s going to be pretty quiet with just
Terry at home now.”
            “You’re right. And lonely for her, too. We’ll have to make sure Tanya spends a lot of
time with us.” She developed a twinkle in her eyes.
            “Or we could just have another one.”
                                    ‘Ain’t nothin’ better.
                                    We beat the odds together.
                                    I’m glad we didn’t listen.
                                    Look at what we would be missin’
            “Nah, I’m too old for that.” Fin ran his hands over her backside. “But I ain’t too old to
remember how.”
            “Are you getting fresh with me, Captain?”
            “Ah-huh.”
            “Good.”
                                    ‘They said, “I’ll bet they’ll never make it.”
                                    But just look at us holding on.
                                    We’re still together,
                                    Still going strong.’
            “You think anybody will notice if we took off for a while?”
            Sam took him by the hand. “Has that ever stopped us before?”
            Munch watched from across the room as the Tutuolas snuck off to keep their marriage
happy. He shook his head. “I’ve created a monster.”

                                    ‘I’m so glad we made it.
                                    Look how far we’ve come, my baby.’

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