Warner: "There were ligature marks on the victim's neck, likely caused by a belt or other kind of strap."

Stabler: "Rape?"

Warner: "There was seminal fluid on her face and chest, but her vaginal canal was clean."

Stabler: "Could it have been consensual?"

Warner: "It's possible. I found prior bruising on her neck, consistent with prior choking. I found something else interesting too. Her hymen was intact."

Benson, in disbelief: "This girl was a virgin? How did she end up like this?"

*back in the squad room*

Munch: "Victim has been I.D. as The Box, a freshman at Brown University. Her student I.D. was found among her belongings."

Stabler: "What was a freshman ivy league virgin doing in that motel?"

Munch: "Well, we pulled her phone and internet logs from the school's servers. It seems she frequented a site called Auto Admit. There are several posts there talking about her 'boyfriend', but a name isn't given. She claimed to have met him on the internet."

Benson: "One of the members of Auto Admit?"

Munch: "No, as far as we can tell that site is full of basement-dwelling virgins. No, it appears she met him on OKCupid, a free online dating site."

Finn: "We also got her transcript from last semester, talked to a few friends. Turns out she was having some trouble in her classes. Her GPA was 2.75 last semester."

Munch, deadpans: "That might explain why she thought it was a good idea to meet a guy off the internet and let him choke her and spit on her repeatedly."

*The Captain walks in*

Kragen: "Well, she did attend Brown. Ok, Munch and Finn, see if you can learn anything more from this "Auto Admit." Benson, Stabler, you interview the parents - find out what could have possibly led her to seek out this guy in the first place."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13913563)

also, i'm a NOTABLE POSTER when i'm not being a pumo, so that 176 is quality

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13913655)

Did you actually write this from your familiarity with the show, or did you take an actual script and just put the Box in there?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#15585011)

Stabler: "We've got a suspect in custody. Benson's in there with him now."

*cut to interrogation room. a male, brown, oily hair, about 5'7", around 130 lbs., pasty, expensive suit, sits in the chair, looking angry.*

Suspect: "I have a deposition in an hour. What do you want?"

*Stabler enters the interrogation room*

Stabler: "Yeah, you're not going to make it."

Suspect: "I'm a fucking PARTNER at my firm. I can't just not show up for a fucking deposition."

Benson: "Says here you're in trouble with the Bar. Maybe you won't have to worry about being a 'partner' for long."

Suspect: "Fuck you bitch. You couldn't even paralegal at my firm."

Stabler: "Is that what you told The Box when you choked her?"

Suspect: "What? What are you talking about?!"

Stabler: "The girl you flew all the way up to Rhode Island to meet."

Suspect: "I'm up here for a deposition. I don't know what you're talking about."

Benson: "It's a long way from Miami. What, you couldn't find any vulnerable college freshman down there?"

Suspect: "Don't talk to me bitch."

Benson: "You don't like when a woman is in charge, do you? You like to put them in their place, isn't that right?"

Stabler: "'I'm going to go out to a crowded club tonight and cold cock a girl. Going to fuck her face up so bad she'll need reconstructive surgery. She'll never look the same, and I'll have planned my escape route ahead of time, so while everyone is confused about what happened, I'll just slip out the door.' Those are your words."

Suspect: "Yeah, but I was kidding."

Stabler: "'I've done this before.' Your words again."

Suspect: "Look, I went out, some dumb bitch from OKCupid stood me up, and I was angry. I was just venting."

Stabler: "Did you tell her you played D3 football too? Maybe she showed up and didn't like what she saw."

Suspect, face red: "Fuck you. I make your salary in a month. Women throw themselves at me."

Benson: "I doubt that."

*taps on the window*

*Benson and Stabler step out*

Finn: "Looks like the slime bag was telling the truth. He was with a hooker last night at his hotel, night watchmen confirms. She's a regular there."

Benson: "She?"

Finn: "Transvestite. Anyway, his story's solid."

Benson: "What about his violent posts on Auto Admit?"

Finn: "There's no evidence that he's ever done anything he's posted on there. We can't hold him on those alone. Besides, he's probably just another lonely perv who gets his rocks off pretending to be someone he's not. Seems to be the case with a lot of these 'xoxoers' "

*The Captain walks in*

Kragen: "Anything?"

Benson: "His alibi's confirmed. He's not our guy."

Kragen: "Well you better hope you find something fast. A jewtalian Brown freshman gets murdered at a seedy hotel? The press is going to be all over this as soon as the school is notified, and 1PP is already breathing down my neck. You track down the parents yet?"

Benson: "We're heading over there now."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13915056)

BRILLIANT

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13918543)

*Benson and Stabler enter the living room, sit down on the couch. The Box's mother is sitting in a chair, with tissues clutched to her face. The Box's father remains standing, one hand on the chair, expressionless.*

Benson: "Did you have a good relationship with your daughter?"

Mother: "Yes, we talked all the time. Until a few months ago, when she went off to college. She stopped calling, and didn't tell us much. We figured she was just finding herself though."

Benson: "Were you aware she was doing poorly in school?"

Father: "Yes, she told us. But she was just a freshman. I had a lower GPA my freshman year, and I turned out alright. We told her not to worry."

Benson: "Did you think the stress of school might be too much for her?"

Father: "No. She got a 4.0 in high school, a 2390 on the SAT. She could have gone to a much better school."

*Benson looks away, uncomfortable at the statement*

Stabler: "Were you aware your daughter was dating men she met online?"

Father: "No. I told you we shouldn't have gotten her that webcam."

Stabler: "Webcam?"

Mother: "Yes. She's been going online since she was a kid. We got her a webcam when she was 13, and she would use it to chat with people online."

Stabler: "And you didn't think this was, odd, your daughter video chatting with strangers online?"

Mother: "Not at the time. I guess now, maybe. Maybe we shouldn't have let her have her own computer. I didn't know what she was up to half the time."

Stabler: "How would she find people to chat with?"

Mother: "This website called justin.tv. I don't know how it works, really. Do you think that's how the bastard targeted her?"

Benson: "It looks like they met through an online dating site, OKCupid. But it's not uncommon for perps to stalk their victims online first, especially when the victims have such a public online profile."

Mother: *sobbing quietly* "If only I had been more involved, attentive."

*Benson comforts her. The father steps away slightly, into the entry way. Stabler follows.*

Stabler: "You look like you have something on your mind."

Father: "Well, maybe it's nothing. It would kill her mother to hear it. But The Box came to me a couple of months ago, and asked me for money. A lot of money."

Stabler: "Do you know what for?"

Father: "Yes. A nosejob."

Stabler: "Did you give her the money?"

Father: "No, I couldn't. We had already spent most of our savings on sending her to Brown, I didn't have the money to spare. And, besides, her mother wouldn't hear of it. She thought The Box should be proud of her nose. Called it, 'her heritage.'"

Stabler: "What'd she do when you told her no?"

Father: "She flipped. Stormed out, wouldn't talk to me. I figured, we'd always given her everything, she was just being spoiled. Didn't talk to her for a month. Then, out of the blue, she calls me up. 'Hi Daddy!' Like nothing had happened. I asked her about it, and she said don't worry about it, she 'figured it out.' At the time I thought that meant she had gotten over it, but now I'm not so sure..."

Stabler: "Do you think she might have found the money some other way?"

Father: "It's possible. Look, please try to keep this from my wife. It would devastate her."

*Benson walks in.*

Benson, to Stabler: "Warner just called. She said she's got something."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916135)

Stabler: "What kind of parents let their kid video chat with strangers online?"

Benson: "The same kind of parents who let their kid go to Brown."

*enters the ME's examination room*

Benson: "What've you got?"

Warner: "Well, after you left, I analyzed the semen samples we took from the victim's face, to match the DNA in case you find a suspect. But something surprised me."

Benson: "What?"

Warner: "The semen was from at least five different men."

Benson: "Five?! We're looking for five potential killers?"

Warner: "Looks like it. I found something else you should know about. Whoever did this, wanted to take their time."

Benson: "Why do you say that?"

Warner: "The ligature marks show that whatever was used to strangle her, it shifted several times before she expired. Also, the damage to the trachea is greater than if the perp had strangled her immediately."

Benson: "Couldn't that have been from the prior chokings?"

Warner: "No, this was all immediately before death. But the pattern of the bruising and trauma to the trachea indicate that the perp was trying to choke her, but kept loosening the belt and then choking her again, before finishing her off."

Stabler: "He was getting off on it."

*Wong enters*

Wong: "Exactly. This type of murder, this is someone who gets off on hurting others, on being more powerful than them. Also, I think I can shed some light on the semen. Here's a printout from Craigslist advertising for 'models who like to get wet.' It's code for a bukkake ring. Like underground gambling, these bukkake 'dens' exist all over the city, usually ran by organized crime. They pay young girls to kneel and let men ejaculate on their faces."

Stabler: "You think the victim was involved in one of these 'bukkake rings'?"

Wong: "Finn has linked deposits to her bank account to one in particular, one that runs every Saturday night. It's run by a guy named MOARDONGSPLZ. The OCU guys believe he's just a front man for a powerful underboss of the Whokebian crime family named Carl Spackler."

Stabler: "Do we know anything about this Spackler?"

Wong: "He's a violent type, according to his rap sheet. Multiple assaults, resisting arrest. And he fits the psychological profile of the killer: sadistic, wants to dominate others."

Benson: "Know where we can find him?"

Wong: "His parole officer said you could find him at the Golds Gym uptown."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916601)

You're awesome dood.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916617)

casey novak: marriage material and HEROIC woman

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916613)

also holyshitboxobsessedd00der.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916809)

Stabler: "Carl Spackler?"

*The man drops the weight on the rack.*

Spackler: "What's it to you?"

Stabler: "We'd like to ask you a few questions about last Saturday night."

Spackler: "Fuck off. I'm not talking without my lawyer."

Stabler: "There's a dead jewtalian girl who we can link to your bukkake ring. We've got your semen on her face. We can go get a warrant, search your house, and formally charge you. Could probably do it today. Is that the way you want to handle this?"

Spackler: "Fine. Come with me."

*Spackler leads Benson and Stabler into the men's locker room. A couple of guys look up, fearful, and scatter out.*

Spackler: "So what's this about?"

Benson: "You recognize her? Don't lie to us." *holds out a photo of the dead Box*

Spackler: "Yeah."

Benson: "She work for your bukkake ring?"

Spackler: "Maybe she did. So what?"

Stabler: "Were you there last Saturday?"

Spackler: "Look, man, I see where this is going. But I didn't kill her. I was there, yeah, so were a bunch of other guys."

Stabler: "We're going to need their names."

Spackler: "Like hell. You'll ruin my business."

*Spackler starts to change. When he drops his shorts, he sways his gigantic dong, facing Benson*

Benson, unaffected: "So tell us Carl, what happened on Saturday?"

Spackler: "Like every other night. Some dumb college chick kneels and gets nutted on. That one" *points to picture* "even seemed to get off on it."

Benson: "How did you meet the victim?"

Spackler: "She responded to one of the Craigslist ads. Said she needed money to fix that fuckin' honker she had. So I said, sure thing honey. Even tested her out myself. Bitch had a great attitude."

Stabler: "What's that mean?"

Spackler: "I mean she was into it. Getting choked, throat fucked, the whole 9. I even spit on her face, didn't faze her. Must've really hated that nose of hers."

Stabler: "So, tell us about Saturday night."

Spackler: "She comes in, kneels in the middle. The guys get naked. We all bust a nut. She stays kneeling, letting the stuff drip. All of the customers get dressed, as do I, and I throw her money on the floor. I left and she was smiling with a jizzed-covered face, counting the money."

Stabler: "And where did this take place?"

Spackler: "At this shitty motel, like it always does. But I swear, she was fine when we left."

Benson: "Yeah right. Turn around, you're under arrest."

Spackler, being led out in cuffs, to nearby man: "Yo, call my lawyer, radek!!"

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13916956)

best line EVAR

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13918582)

"Yo, call my lawyer, radek!!"

180

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13927418)

Stabler: "We're searching your house right now for the murder weapon."

radek: "what"

Stabler: "That's right, and when we find the belt, you're going down. We're talking death penalty."

radek: "what"

Stabler: "See, when you get in front of a jury, your client looking all big and tough, and the DA tells a story about a vulnerable freshman virgin, he's getting the chair."

radek: "no u"

*Spacklers eyes open wider*

Spackler: "She was a virgin?! No shit."

radek, looks at Spackler: "bitchass"

Stabler: "No, your client needs to start talking." *looks directly at Spackler* "You think a jury's going to buy your story, that you just used her and left, and someone else showed up and just left her there? Scary guy like you, with your record?"

radek: "what"

Benson: "That is, unless you talk. Give us the names of the other guys who were there. They corroborate your story, you're free to go. Unless we find the murder weapon in your house, of course."

Spackler: "Fine. You won't find the murder weapon because I didn't DO it."

*Benson slides pad of paper across the desk. Spackler writes down the names.*

Stabler: "You better hope your buddies back you up. In the mean time, we're holding you. I suggest you spend that time thinking about the virgin's life you ruined. Whether you killed her or not, she's dead because of you."

[to be continued...tomorrow]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13917184)

instant masterpiece

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13920502)

i'd have to say 5-6

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13921750)

Benson: "You can't control them forever Elliot. Kathleen's a smart girl."

Stabler: "You're right, it's not like she goes to Brown."

Benson: "Here's the last one. Let's hope we get something."

*Benson knocks on the door. A slight man answers, short, frail, around 130 lbs.*

Benson: "We're detectives. My names Benson, this is my partner Stabler. May we come in, ask you a few questions?"

Suspect: "Regarding?"

Benson: "Your activities last Saturday night."

Suspect, taken aback: "Ok, we can talk, briefly."

*Benson and Stabler enter the apartment. It's messy, but not filthy. Papers cover the kitchen table, desk. All three walk into the living room. Suspect sits on the couch, as does Stabler. Benson remains standing.*

Benson: "So, where were you last Saturday night?"

Suspect: "You know where I was, or otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Benson: "Anyone there with you?"

Suspect: "Spackler, who runs it, some other guys. I didn't know them."

Benson: "You didn't know them? I thought these things were exclusive."

Suspect: "They are, but this was my first time. I met Carl through mutual business contacts..."

Stabler, cutting him off: "You mean you met him through Auto Admit."

Suspect: "Ok, yes. And he invited me to his party. I'd been feeling pretty frustrated lately with work, so I decided to go, relieve some stress."

Stabler: "Recognize her?"

Suspect: "Oh my god. Is that The Box? Is she dead?"

Stabler: "How do you know The Box?"

Suspect: "Well, she started posting on Auto Admit a few months ago. I thought it a little strange, an 18 year old girl posting on there. At first I thought it was fake. But she confirmed her identity several times."

Stabler: "Why was it strange, to see her posting on there?"

Suspect: "The board began as a forum for law students and prospective law students. But it's become something else entirely. Now, it's mostly a community for, you know, women past marrying age, Asian men, desperate people."

Stabler: "What happened to the law students?"

Suspect: "They're still there too. Turns out, the whole law school community is fucked. You know what kind of person chooses to go to law school? Someone who has nothing else in their life, no real ambition, except to make money. They have no real skills, so they go to law school. Strive towards Series 3, expensive shoes, and work 80 hours a week to get it. Miserable people."

*Suspect gets up and goes to the kitchen, gets a full gallon of milk out of the fridge. He appears to have some trouble lifting it, spilling some as he tries to pour.*

Benson: "So, what happened when you, ah, finished, Saturday night?"

Suspect: "Everyone got dressed and started to leave. It took me a little longer, because I couldn't find my belt. Never found it, actually."

Benson: "Did anyone leave after you?"

Suspect: "Um, no, I was the last one out."

Stabler: "It looks like you and The Box had a relationship before Saturday."

Suspect: "I told you, she posted on the board."

Stabler: "Yeah, but you talked to her more than that, didn't you? We've got GChat logs. You were flirting with her."

Suspect: "You can't prove that's me. That's not my screen name."

Stabler: "Not your normal one, no. But it's yours. We're getting a warrant to seize your computers" *gestures to several computers on a folding table* "as we speak. Our tech's already traced your IP."

Suspect: "Ok, so what?"

Stabler: "So, she spurned your advances. That's when you took Spackler up on his offer."

Suspect: "No."

Stabler: "And even after that, you didn't have enough. You stayed back, waited till the others left."

Suspect: "NO!"

Stabler: "And then, you strangled her."

*Unexpectedly, the front door opens. In walks a Persian girl, possibly anorexic.*

Girl: "Hi honey. What's going on?"

Benson, to Stabler: "Elliot, look." *points to girl's waist*

*There are flecks of red on her belt.*

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13921647)

Stabler: "What happened to the law students?"

Suspect: "They're still there too. Turns out, the whole law school community is fucked. You know what kind of person chooses to go to law school? Someone who has nothing else in their life, no real ambition, except to make money. They have no real skills, so they go to law school. Strive towards Series 3, expensive shoes, and work 80 hours a week to get it. Miserable people.""

A++++++++

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13921774)

best thread since the guy who lived in the zelda dungeon

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13929212)

Kragen: "So which one of them did it?"

Stabler: "Well, rachmiel certainly had motive. He paid the victim for sex, had been turned down by her before. He'd want to cover that up, keep his relationship safe. And he probably has an inferiority complex, given his size, and that fits Wong's profile."

Benson: "But the belt we recovered with the victim's blood was being worn by bel, not rachmiel."

Stabler: "They're practically the same size. Maybe they shared clothes? Or maybe he had it with him, then brought it back to the apartment?"

Kragen: "We're sure it's the murder weapon?"

Benson: "Warner matched the ligature marks to the belt. One of them is the killer."

Munch: "Maybe they were in on it together."

Kragen: "Ok, see if you can play them off each, get one of them to slip up. We're running out of time people, their lawyer's are going to be here any minute."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13924414)

Rachmiel: "How much longer are you going to keep me here?"

Stabler: "As long as it takes for you tell us the truth."

Rachmiel, speaking rapidly: "I was in the middle of a server upgrade when you showed up at my house. The software's running on a new platform, a new version of PHP, it's going to start throwing errors, so many functions have been deprecated between Versions 4 and 5, the posters, they're gonna freak out."

Stabler: "What's so important to you about this forum anyway? You're not a law student. You're not even in college."

Rachmiel: "It's just, fun, you know, and I have the ads on it."

Stabler: "We pulled your bank records. That Auto Admit has been costing you hundreds of dollars a month for years. You've never made a penny."

*Munch enters, with a stack of paper*

Munch: "I think I can help out here. Looks like rachy-boy here spends a lot of time on the forum. Isn't that right?"

Rachmiel: "I've already told you my moniker. I'm not on that much."

Munch: "Oh, that's right, your rachmiel moniker isn't. But our techs did a little digging on your server logs. Looks like rachy-boy here stays pretty busy."

*Munch hands the stack of papers to Stabler*

Stabler, reading out loud: "five alive, To Be Fair, BPM, Estrada..."

Munch: "But the most interesting one is guess this one. Why don't you tell us about 'her', rachmiel."

Rachmiel: "..."

Munch: "'guess this one' was a moniker rachmiel posted under for several months back in 2009. He pretended to be a particularly sexual female law student. She would post about sadistic sexual fantasies, about rough anal sex, getting her hair pulled, that sort of thing. Even claimed to have an older boyfriend who would abuse her."

Stabler: "That sounds like our victim."

Munch: "Exactly. Little rachmiel here seems to have been getting off on degrading women for years."

Stabler, looks at rachmiel: "My partner's in the other room talking to your girlfriend. She's going to tell us about all your sick sexual fantasies, about your rough sex life."

Rachmiel, mumbling: "No she won't."

Stabler: "What was that?"

Rachmiel: "I said no she won't."

Stabler: "She's probably signing her statement right now. That, plus the murder weapon being in your house, you being the last to leave the scene of the crime, a jury's going to convict. Especially when bel gets on the stand and tells them about all the degrading sex you made her participate in."

Rachmiel: "No she won't" *pauses, takes breath* "because we've never had sex."

Stabler: "You've never had sex with her?! You expect me to believe that?"

Rachmiel, anger creeping into his voice: "It's the truth. She refused. Said she" *voice mocking* "wanted to wait until she got married."

Stabler: "And so you started talking to The Box."

Rachmiel: "It's not like that."

Stabler: "That's exactly what it's like. You started talking to The Box. And just like bel, she refused your advances. Over and over. You weren't going to let her refuse you too, were you?"

Rachmiel: "She was a slut. You should've seen what she posted."

Stabler: "And so, you went to Spackler's. You showed up, and proved she was a slut. And then you stuck around."

Rachmiel: "I just wanted to talk to her."

Stabler: "You wanted to sleep with her, even after all those men had degraded her. And she turned you down again."

Rachmiel: "..."

Stabler, close to rachmiel's face, with intensity: "She told you she wanted to wait until she was married."

Rachmiel, yelling: "She was a fucking slut! She got what she deserved!"

*There are taps on the glass. Stabler and Munch leave the interrogation room.*

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13926602)

write a mystery novel someday.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13927592)

Cabot: "Does she know we identified the blood on her belt as the victim's?"

Kragen: "Not yet."

*Inside the interrogation room are Benson and bel, both sitting.*

Benson: "Can you explain the blood we found on your belt?"

bel: "A friend's doing an installation piece using period blood and left over abortions."

Benson: "What?!"

bel: "That's exactly the reaction she's going for. She's trying to expose the horror and make people come to terms with the act they've legalized and hold as a tenet of freedom, yet only allow behind closed doors. Upset the pre-conceived notions we have around the subject."

Benson: "I've got tell someone." *starts to stand up*

bel: "Ok, ok...the abortions aren't real. But the period blood is. No different than Piss Christ. Anyway, that's how I got the blood on my belt."

Benson: "You sure?"

bel: "Yeah, how else would blood get on my belt?"

Benson: "Let's talk about The Box."

bel: "I'd really rather not."

Benson: "Why is that?"

bel: "Before she came along, I was queen. Millions of posters idolized over me. Cared about my opinions, wanted to hear me talk. Then she, and her stupid justin.tv, came along. All of a sudden I was a nobody."

Benson: "I don't understand. We're talking about an" *voice tinged with disdain* "internet message board."

bel: "Of course you don't understand. But the paradigms are shifting, the way we communicate as a species is evolving into a new media-blending society-wide dialog."

Benson: "And you sought, what, attention? The Box got more attention than you, and so you you hated her?"

bel: "You prole, of course you don't understand. With the coming implosion of this predatory capitalistic society, only those who control the minds of the people will remain. The Box threatened me. Plus, she was a stupid freshman Brown student, for chrissake."

Benson: "What did you think when you found out rachmiel had been chatting to her off the board?"

bel: "I broke up with him."

Benson: "...is that all you did?"

bel: "What do you mean?"

Benson: "What I mean is, the blood on your belt is from the victim. Admit it. You were jealous, you hated her, and when you found out rachmiel was going to go meet her, you followed him. You followed him to that seedy motel, and when everyone left, while The Box was counting her money, you snuck up behind her and strangled her with your belt."

bel, becoming hysterical: "That's not what happened!"

Benson: "Although she didn't die at first. You couldn't pull the belt tight enough. She struggled. It took you 7 or 8 tries to kill her."

bel, crying: "NO! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW RACH WAS INVOLVED IN A BUKKAKE RING UNTIL YOU TOLD ME!"

Benson: "Sure you did. And you decided, you weren't going to let The Box take your man, not after she had already taken your spot as queen of Auto Admit!"

bel: *sobbing*

*There are taps on the glass. Benson steps out. Finn is standing with Kragen and Cabot.*

Finn: "She's not the killer."

Benson: "How do you know that?"

Finn: "There's another body."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13933779)

bwahahahaha

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13933789)

that chick wasnt actually protesting abortion tho iirc

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13933826)

Stabler: "What have we got?"

Finn: "Redhead, early thirties, choked with what Warner thinks was a belt."

Stabler: "Do we know who she was?"

Finn: "Some lawyer, new to the area."

Stabler: "How do we know it's the same perp?"

*Warner walks in*

Warner: "I found traces of semen on her face as well, she was choked repeatedly before being killed. I'm not positive it's the same guy, but given the proximity of the same crimes and their similarities, I'd say it's a safe bet."

Benson: "Do we have anything to go on? Why she might have been here?"

Munch: "We found her appointment book in her purse. The only thing listed for today was the question 'Who can he be?'"

Stabler: "Who can he be?"

Munch: "Back when we were looking at Spackler, I had OCU send over a file on him and the Whokebian crime family. "Who can he be?" is known code for Whokebe."

Stabler: "The leader of the family? I thought he died years ago."

Munch: "That's what we believe. Well, whoever she was coming to meet, is somehow linked to the Whokebians. We'll know more once we're able to pull her phone records. Also, the techs said they found several female footprints near the door matching the victim's, like she was pacing outside, hesitant to enter. Like she couldn't make up her mind."

Stabler: "She was afraid of whoever was in here."

*Back at the station, Munch, Finn, Benson and Stabler are sitting at their desks, with a whiteboard behind them. 'Whokebe' is scrawled across the top, with pictures of the two victims underneath, and pictures of MDH, Spackler, bel, and rachmiel below, with an X crossed through the pictures of MDH and Spackler.*

Munch: "This is uncanny."

Stabler: "What?"

Munch: "This Auto Admit, it seems like a message board, but there are references to Whokebe and Whokebians everywhere."

Stabler: "They're a well known crime family. I'm sure internet geeks talk about them, like the Sopranos. There was even that T.V. show about them. So what?"

Munch: "There seems to be some kind of code though. Many of the posts are blank, with nothing in them, like they'd been erased."

Stabler: "Look, we don't have time for your conspiracy theories. What do you have that we can work with?"

Munch: "Well, both rachmiel and bel both posted about Whokebe, so you can ask them if they know anything."

Finch: "And I checked VICAP for similar cases. There are several in the past few years still open with a similar M.O. Strangled with a belt, face covered in semen."

Stabler: "Did they get anywhere?"

Finch: "One report said there was an eye witness, but no statement was taken because they had already arrested the boyfriend. By the time they realized it wasn't him, they couldn't track the witness down. I'm headed over there now."

*The Captain walks in*

Kragen: "Well get to it. The press is already sniffing around, and the Chief of D's has scheduled a press conference for 3 o clock. Benson, Stabler, you interview the families of the victims of the previous cases. Finn, you track down that eye witness. And Munch, you interview the two we've got in custody. Come on, people, time's running short."

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13934041)

LOLOL

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13934178)

edit: it was going to be one long post, but now it's three shorter posts

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13934276)

Witness: "Sup?"

Finn: "It's the police. I need to ask you a few questions."

*Door opens*

Witness: "Sure man, no problem."

*Finn steps into the apartment. There is a faint smell of spices, beef, and...something else. The entire kitchen table is covered in food wrappers.*

Finn: "You spoke with the police three years ago about a homicide you claimed to have seen."

Witness: "Aww man...yeah, I remember that."

Finn: "Can you tell me about it?"

Witness: "Explain."

Finn: "The girl you saw murdered has been linked to a new murder this week. We think it's the same guy."

Witness: "That Brown bitch?"

Finn, ignoring the language: "Yeah."

Witness: "Man, ok, sure. I can help you out."

Finn: "Tell me what you saw."

Witness: "It was weird man. I was just sitting here on the couch, pwning mother fuckers, when I hear a noise outside my window. This place sucks, so my window just looks at the building next door. No view or nothing."

Finn: "So you went to take a look?"

Witness: "Well, I mean, I don't have time for that bullshit, usually. But this dark feeling came over me, like bad man. You know how when you're playing CTF and fucking the other team's got three guys converging around you, and they already killed your teammates with a cheap ass rocket shot, and all you've got is the shitty assault rifle you spawned with? It's like, shit, I doesn't afraid of anything, but you know the feeling right? It's just, somethings not good, you know?"

Finn: "Ok. So what'd you see?"

Witness: "Well, I go over to the window. I can barely see in the other window. But I can see in the dark well, cause I don't keep the lights on in here. I can barely make out a face, someone, standing over someone else, and it looks like they're choking whoever's kneeling. Like they'd just melee'd them in the back of the head, the body on the floor is going limp."

Witness: "All of a sudden though, the standing guy, he lets his arms go slightly. And then I hear the most blood curdling scream, like a million babies being slapped, you know. Chilling."

Finn: "Did the victim say anything?"

Witness: "Yeah, man, I'll never forget." *drops his voice to whisper* "Whokebe"

Finn: "Do you think you still remember what the attacker looked like?"

Witness: "Yeah."

Finn: "Could you work with a sketch artist?"

Witness: "Sure, man, no problem."

Finn: "Ok, let me make a call."

*Finn steps out. The Witness slumps down on the couch, slouching. The couch molds around his body. Finn returns.*

Finn: "They'll be here soon."

*Witness grabs his laptop*

Witness: "Hey, check out this puppy, man, hiding in the pipe like that. He's all 'you'll never catch me, coppers!'"

*Witness chuckles. Finn looks tired.*

[to be continued...]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1202118&forum_id=2#13937369)