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This story is No. 2 in the series "Little Red Riding Hood Is A Big Bad Wolf". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Something seems to be using New York's criminal element as chew toys, and the authorities want to know what it is.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME, Dick Wolf and NBC Studios, and Anthony E. Zuiker, Carol Mendelsohn and Ann Donahue and CBS Paramount Television, and not me. Yeah, I know that's outrageous, but I've learned to live with it.

Time Frame: After 'Not Fade Away' for Angel the Series, and an indeterminate time for the CSI: New York and the Law & Order: Special Victims Unit timelines. I'm ignoring the comics compost Joss endorsed entirely, since I don't want to puke on my monitor or keyboard.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None whatsoever.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This story is set in the same universe as my 'Like A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing,' but you don't need to have read that one before reading this.

Author’s Note 4: This is story #18 for my personal Christmas Fic-A-Day Challenge.


Somewhere in New York

January, 2005

"This is a really ugly one, Elliot," Olivia Benson informed her partner, Elliot Stabler, with a frown as he lifted the crime scene tape partitioning off the scene holding the victim's remains. Looking around and checking out the immediate area, he joined her for an inspection of the scene of the crime.

"I was told the M.O. matches Gottlieb's," Stabler frowned, too, as he followed Olivia back through the lightly wooded stand to the area where the victim's body had been discovered by some earlier morning joggers. "Did he cut this one up the same way he usually does?"

"Nope, not this time, Elliot," the brunette veteran sex-crimes investigator shook her head, while a visible shiver ran down her spine. Seeing that surprised her partner, since he hadn't expected such a visible reaction. Usually, Olivia managed to maintain at least a professional façade while they were making their investigation, only breaking down in either the privacy of her own home or in one of the interrogation rooms down at the precinct. For her to reveal how much the scene bothered her now meant that it had to be *very* bad, he decided.

"This time, the shoe's on the other foot," Olivia informed Elliot as he followed her down a small hill and into a small patch of shrubbery. "And whoever said it was Gottlieb's M.O. got it completely wrong.

"Gottlieb's the vic," she stated bluntly, as she gestured to a savagely mauled corpse with a wave of her left hand. "That's his body, there.

"And that's his head, over there," she pointed to a smaller lump on the ground a dozen feet further off to the side.

"And the techs say that's what's left of his penis and testicles, over there," Olivia finished her summary with a grimace of revulsion and a gesture towards an even smaller mass of something unrecognizable near the base of a small oak tree.

"Someone’s got a twisted sense of justice."


"As anyone who had even the slightest glimpse of the deceased's remains had already deduced, Forensics has stated that the late, and not-at-all lamented Mr. Douglas Gottlieb perished as a result of being savagely mauled by a large canine of some sort," John Munch, a fellow SVU detective, announced to his colleagues as he walked into the squad room, the autopsy and accompanying forensic reports in his hand.

"According to dental reconstructions, while not completely identical, the bite marks on the body most closely resemble those made by Canis lupus, or as it’s more commonly known – the grey wolf," Munch stated with a sour expression on his face as he continued perusing the report.

"Fortunately for the public's safety, but unfortunately for any chance of easily closing our current case, none of the local zoos have reported any escaped animals of any type," the bespeckled detective stated as he tossed the reports onto Elliot's desk.

"And since the vast majority of the citizenry would most likely have a difficult time differentiating a wolf from Lassie," Munch said with a resigned shake of his head, "I don't think that we can expect to get a great deal of help in locating the perpetrator responsible for this rather heinous, yet so appropriate and well-deserved, animal attack."

"The lab boys are *sure* that some kinda wolf chewed up this scumbag, like he was kibbles and bits?" Fin Tutuola asked from where he sat at his desk, a note of incredulity in his voice.

"Best guess, according to our scientific geniuses in the labs," Munch shrugged his usual smirk, gesturing towards the stack of papers he'd dropped on Elliot's desk. "Cujo's apparently prowling our fair city's streets.

"Hey, wasn't there a case over in the 16th a couple months back, where a bunch of perps all got chewed up and spit out by something?" Fin asked thoughtfully as he grabbed his cup from his desk and took a drink.

"Yeah. Now that you mention it, I do remember that case," Elliot agreed, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead.

"The papers all said that a bunch of college kids all got ripped to pieces by a bunch of wild dogs when they were throwing a party," he said, the frown growing larger. "Cold case by now, no suspects or leads as I recall."

"If they're the same guys I'm thinking of, they were a bunch of spoiled, rich-ass college boys who were accused of multiple gang rapes of girls they invited to some of those parties they threw, but their daddies' lawyers managed to prevent the D.A.'s office from even filing an indictment," Tutuola commented sourly. "If somebody did decide to sic a pack of Dobermans on them, I wouldn't shed too many tears for any of them

"I know the detective who was heading up that investigation," Fin went on. "We went through the Academy, together. Flack's a stand-up guy. If there was anything hinky about the case, I think he'd tell me."

"All right then, Fin," Captain Daniel Cragen said, as he stood in the doorway to his office, "call this friend of yours and ask him if there was anything unusual about that case, and see if there could be anything to possibly tie it to our case.

"I don't like the idea of some vigilante with a pack of trained attack dogs prowling the streets," Cragen stated forcefully. "Once an animal gets a taste for blood, it's gonna be a lot harder to keep control of it.

"Last thing we need, is for those wolves or whatever to attack somebody's grandchild, next."


"Yeah, I remember that case," Olivia and Elliot heard Don Flack saying as he followed Fin and Munch into the squad room. "And I’m telling you, Fin, it was definitely one of the strangest ones I've ever seen.

"Not that I'm too upset about these pricks dying, mind you," the youthful, physically fit detective, who was wearing an unmistakably expensive suit, added. "All five of those assholes had been picked up and booked at least once for aggravated sexual assault or rape, within the past year and a half. Their fathers' lawyers always managed to get the charges not only dropped, but the arrest expunged."

”What exactly was so strange about the case, man?" Fin asked as he dropped down into his desk chair and began tapping away at his keyboard.

"Where do I start? A whole bunch of stuff," Flack responded with a frown as he plopped himself down on the chair next to Fin's desk and dropped a thick file on the black officer's desk. "Including the way that the girl we think they'd attacked said she couldn't remember anything at all about what happened."

"A lot of rape victims don't want to remember what happened to them," Elliot interjected the least bit angrily.

"Yeah, I get that," Flack nodded as he waved his hand as if to stop Stabler's protest. "What I meant, though, is that this girl was behaving different from how pretty much any other vic I've ever seen act – she was just a little too calm about the situation.

"And not in a shocked 'victim of assault' kind of way," Flack declared. " But she also obviously couldn't have done anything to any of the vics, since she was only five-five or five-six, max; the shortest of the jocks was six-one, and had at least eighty pounds on her, easy.

"Anyway, that was the least weird thing involved with the case," he said, with another frown and a shake of his head. As Flack spoke, Tutuola had opened the file and was leafing through the rather extensive paperwork contained inside it. The case had obviously not gone unsolved due to lack of due diligence.

"First off," the homicide detective went on, his eyebrows narrowing as he recalled the blood-splattered crime scene, "from what Lindsay Messer in Forensics could determine from the bite marks, all five of the vics were killed by what the lab guys said had to be some fairly big-ass dog, judging by the bite and claw marks. But no one in the area could remember seeing any kind of dog around there, anywhere near the time of death, at all.

"And keep in mind, according to the lab boys, we’re talking a hundred and ten, maybe a hundred and twenty pound animal according to the lab boys, here, people," Flack immediately clarified his previous comment. "Not exactly easy for a critter like that to remain invisible."

The homicide investigator's description made all four of the SVU detectives frown yet again as they considered the relative size of the animal involved, since that was true enough; something that big couldn't possibly go unnoticed in any neighborhood – not even by a populace famous for their blasé attitude towards practically everything.

"Second," the visiting officer went on with his narration, "all five of those rich boy college assholes were jocks – members of either the football or basketball teams – and the smallest of them weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds. But apparently, none of them were able to defend themselves against whatever kind of animal attacked them. There was no animal blood found at the scene, or fur, or whatever.

"Sid Hammerstein, our M.E., said that all five of them also had bruises on various locations on their bodies which had been received shortly before they died, which would appear to indicate that they'd been in some kind of a fight, like they’d all been thrown around some," Don added.

"So, you think maybe these fine, young, upstanding pillars of the community started fighting with each other over who got the first turn with their victim?" Munch suggested with a frown on his face, clearly not putting any credence in his own hypothesis.

"Or maybe the supposed vic in this case really did have something to do with the jocks' deaths, after all," Fin interjected.

His comment immediately focused everyone's attention on him, and Fin held up, for everyone's scrutiny, a photo of an attractive young woman taken from Flack's file, then pointed to the squad room monitor mounted on the opposite wall.

"I thought this girl looked familiar," Tutuola announced, indicating the file photo, as he typed several commands on his keyboard, and images appeared on the monitor's screen, "so I checked out some security footage we got from one of the stores bordering the park area where Gottlieb got turned into kibbles and bits.

"Look who Gottlieb's following into the park, less than ten minutes before the M.E. says he got chewed up?" he directed.

Everyone present in the squad room watched a young woman bearing a very strong resemblance to the photo of the blonde-haired victim in Flack's multiple homicide case casually jog towards the park, followed less than a minute later by the now-deceased purported serial rapist, Douglas Gottlieb.

"That's one hell of a coincidence," Elliot declared as Fin looped the video and they watched the scene again. "The same woman being present at the scenes of both an extremely brutal multiple homicide two and a half months ago, and an equally brutal homicide last night?"

"So, what's the young lady's name, Don?" Olivia asked as she picked up her jacket. "I doubt she's the killer, but we need to at least talk to her about anything she might have seen last night, since we know she was in the area around the time of the murder."

"Say hello to Ms. Nina Ash," Flack replied. "Apparently, she's only recently moved here from L.A.…"


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