A/N: I don't own SVU or the characters created by Dick Wolf. All rights to him :)

As I floated around the dance floor with a dress that hugged me in all the right places, the hand I was holding was soft, yet strong. I knew I was safe, and the smile on my face couldn't begin to explain how happy I was. As a blaring fog horn sounded loudly, the hand I was holding let go. Fog filled the dance floor I now stood alone on.

I reached over and hit my alarm clock, it flashed '6:00' at me over and over again until I gave it a harder smack knocking it off the bedside table. I didn't need to be reminded of a new day, Cragen would be chewing on my ass about the Pen Pal case that I still hadn't made any progress with. I showered and poured myself a large mug of coffee. I was dressed and out the door by seven A.M.

As the elevator doors opened, I could hear Cragen and by the sounds of it, he wasn't in a good mood. I walked into the one – six with purpose, today I was going to make headway. Plus, it crossed my mind Cragen wouldn't talk to me if I looked like I had some sort of clue as to what I was doing. The truth was I didn't know what I was doing, I had hit a massive, reenforced brick wall.

"Olivia, tell me what you've got." Cragen said coming over to my desk, he perched on the edge of it.

I felt like a naughty school girl who hadn't done her homework. I could feel time ticking away, but my mouth wasn't moving. "I'm going over all the witness statements, I've asked Nick to take a look at them to see if anything I might have missed."

"How's Amanda doing?"

"Fine. She's a natural." Rollins had made a wrong turn somewhere between sane and crazy when she shot an unarmed perp. So I'm baby sitting until Cragen thinks she's ready to go out on her own again. I don't mind partnering up, but I'm not a fan of spying on our own. Neither of us were very happy about it.

"Just be straight with me, does she get too personal or not? If you say no, she's free to go back to her cases."

"She's a good cop. I think she's learnt her lesson, if that's what you need to hear." I spoke honestly, "Take me off baby sitting duties, all the time she thinks I'm spying on her, and I feel like I'm spying on her, neither one of us are completely comfortable with it. I need her head in this case, and mine."

Cragen nodded, "O.K, you can tell her the good news." he turned to walk away, then had a change of heart, "Oh and Olivia, get me a suspect by the end of the day."

"I'm on it." I said.

I was surprised Rollins wasn't in yet. She'd been spending a lot of time at work trying to prove herself to Cragen again, but all she managed to do was work herself into a hole, and finally I had the hand she needed to get out of it. I asked Nick if he'd seen Amanda, the answer lead me to the crib where the blonde was sound asleep.

"Amanda." I said touching her arm. She turned over and opened her eyes. "I've got good news for you. You're no longer under my watchful eye." I joked.

Amanda shot up in the bed, "Are you serious?" she looked relieved more than happy. She very much appeared to hate disappointing people.

"You're still on the Pen Pal case with me, but first I want you to go home and have a shower and some real food." she looked like she was going to protest so before she had the chance I stopped her, "Nick's taking a look at the statements, I'm going to go over everything with Warner again. So go home."

Amanda got up, flattened her hair and straightened her shirt. "Thanks."

I headed back downstairs, Amanda was leaving and Nick had the witness statements on his desk with one in his hand. Everything was moving forward, apart from me. I went to the morgue to find Melinda in the middle of a 'Y' incision. I still struggled to cope with the smell of decomp in the mornings.

"Olivia, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need your help. I need to go over the Pen Pal murders with you."

Melinda stopped the autopsy, "What do you need?"

I laid out a photo of Poppy Waterman, with the letter from the Pen Pal rapist. I did this for four of the girls.

"We have four bodies and five letters, and one survivor. There were traces of Rohypnol in all the victim's, but not enough to render any of them unconscious."

"Maybe your guy isn't strong enough to over power these women without the drug, but he wants them awake."

"I thought about that this morning. I'm thinking he can't for whatever reason over power a woman, so he drugs them enough so they're in a drunken state, or dream like state. In his mind, because he's raping the women, he's still got the power. But then if you wanted power, surely using a date rape drug would make you feel worse."

"Power is power." Melinda said shrugging her shoulders. "He mutilates his victims before he kills them. He's angry, he destroys these women."

"He might have mom issues." I said looking at the photo of our second victim, Natalie Stokes. "Natalie survived. I'm meeting with her later today to go over what she remembers, I'm hoping she remembers something that will break this case open."

"That bad huh?"

"I've got nothing. I have four bodies that haven't been able to tell us anything other than they were drugged, raped and killed. I've got witness statements saying they saw a male about five foot nine running away from the scene, and trace evidence that is so microscopic I doubt anything will come back from it."

"Read me the first note." Melinda said not allowing me to carry on with the pity party.

"This is the note delivered to us after Poppy Waterman was brought in.

' Catch me if you can Detectives. - PP'

It looked like we were dealing with someone who wanted to play games. But then we got Natalie's letter." I moved on to Natalie's photos, "'And then one got away.- PP' He's calm about the fact one of his victims lived."

Melinda picked up the third note, "'Stop hiding my toy! I will have her, and we will play until the night is over. Detectives, you're starting to piss me off now. I tried to play nice, I gave you easy clues but you were very ungrateful. Now we play properly.- PP' Sophia Jennings was his replacement for Natalie."

"I think all these girls are." I said shaking my head, "The fourth note says, 'Detective Benson, I can't wait to play with you.- PP'" I stared at the note, it still made my blood run cold.

"Chloe Price is our forth victim and then our fifth victim, Sharon Mannings." I took the note that came with Sharon and read it out loud. "'Olivia, you're not playing fair. You're making these too easy for me. I'm going to step things up a pace. Expect bitch number six, but be quick, because seven is my last.- PP'

That's pretty self explanatory." I groaned, "I don't know how much time I have before we find our sixth victim. She could already be waiting to be found for all I know. No one has seen anything or heard anything." I ran my fingers through my hair feeling frustrated, I was back at square one again, only this was worse because I was at square one with five victims, four bodies, no evidence, and no witnesses. I looked at Melinda who was sat at her desk staring at an email, admittedly I was a little annoyed about only having half her attention when I needed it all.

"Do you have security footage?"

"It's on it's way, Fin and Munch have been canvasing around all our body dump locations. No one's talking, but it's a general lack of information. No one's seen this guy."

"The girls were so mutilated I couldn't tell you a lot, but I might have some good news for you."

"Go on." I urged feeling desperation reach an all time high.

"We managed to photograph a bite mark, it's only a tissue bruise impression because the skin was too badly destroyed to see it."

"What does this mean?" I asked feeling like I could explode.

"It means if you get a suspect, we have enough to make a match." Melinda scrolled down on the email showing an image of purple, top teeth bruises.

"Are you sure we can use this in court? If we make a match?" I asked.

"Once the image is in my hands and I can identify the teeth, we will be able to make a positive match. But explaining it in court could lead to Alex being crushed."

I looked blankly at Melinda feeling the double edged sword pierce my back. "So what you're saying is we could make a match to our suspect, but the explanation of it all will fall on deaf ears in court." Melinda nodded, the sword twisted in my back slicing through to my stomach.

"If I were to sit and explain how I identify the teeth, the defence can rip tear holes in it and we could lose the jury. Two months ago I testified for Fin with this, more than what we have here and Kevin Sacks caused so much reasonable doubt because of me, saying I could have made a mistake. Then he showed the jury a manipulation of the same teeth showing different results to mine. We lost because of my testimony. I'm not prepared to let that happen again."

"I understand." I said taking in what Melinda had said. "Other than this bite mark was there anything on any of the bodies that stands out?"

"He bit all of them, particularly around the breasts. I can tell you now, your suspect is still quite young."

"How can you tell?"

"It's usually girls that get their wisdom teeth in their late teens, early twenties. We know this perp is male, but he has one wisdom tooth at the bottom, and both of them at the top." Melinda pointed to the extra teeth.

"You're telling me the guy raping and killing these girls could be a teenager?"

"He could be."

My stomach dropped, I couldn't imagine someone so young having so much rage and anger inside them. I thanked Melinda for her help and gathered the evidence. I took out my phone to call Alex to ask for a lunch meeting, I explained almost the entire conversation with Melinda. We arranged to meet at one P.M. I was mentally checking off things on my to do list, Melinda had told me everything she could, Amanda was most likely sleeping, Fin and Munch were getting the last set of security footage, I was going to meet with Alex, and now to talk to Nick.

We decided to set up one of the conference rooms as our case base. Nick and I decorated the walls and evidence boards with photos and print outs.

"Are you scared?" Nick asked me.

"Of what?"

"Of this Pen Pal guy."

"What's there to be afraid of? He's just another pervert who likes to write notes."

"You've got balls of steel Liv."

That tickled me because externally I was cool, calm, collected, Badass Benson; but internally I felt like a very lost, very confused and worried little girl. We finished redecorating when I received a call, it was a blocked I.D. I answered the phone, as soon as I heard the voice on the end of the phone, I immediately put it on loud speaker, Nick ushered Cragen to the room. I held the phone out so we could all hear it.

"Please help me Olivia."

"Who's this? What's your name?" I asked calmly.

"My name's Sean. Please help me I'm scared." the voice on the end of the phone sounded like a teenager, well, through the tears and the hyperventilating.

"Sean, how did you get my number?" I asked, my phone had been taken out my hand and hooked up to a computer.

"I don't know I just dialled it. Please help me, I don't know how much time I have." Then the voice on the end of the phone changed after a long pause.

"Sean? Sean are you still there?" I asked.

All I could hear was heavy breathing, and what sounded like someone sniggering. "Sean can't come to the phone right now Olivia, and I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got bitch number six to pick."

"Wait!" the phone went dead. In between sighs of frustration you could still hear the dial tone where shock had frozen me to the spot I.

"Please tell me you got a location." Cragen said to Will who'd be trying to trace the call.

He shook his head in the negative, "Sorry guys."

"Sir, that's Pen Pal. I know it!" I was one hundred percent sure of it.

"How do you know?"

"In one of the notes it says I should expect 'bitch number six'. He wants to play with me, he said I'm not playing fair and he's going to up the stakes; what if that means he's kidnapped a child?"

A/N: I know I have a lot of fanfictions in progress, but this one sort of came at me and I felt really drawn to the idea that you will see unfold in this story. I am writing my other stories still, and will be updating them. My life just seems to fly by when I'm actually not doing anything at all... But anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, please review if you have the time / enjoy it :)