Someone is knocking on the door. A young girl emerges from around the corner. She walks quickly but steadily-with a purpose. As she reaches to unlock the door, her other hand moves her strawberry blonde hair from her eyes. The door creaks open to reveal a man holding a six pack of beer with one finger and a brown sack with the other hand. The wrinkles on his forehead are evident, even through his wavy blonde hair.
She can feel him looking her up and down, comparing her to the photographs he's seen online, and seeing if she matches up.
"Where are your parents, sweetheart?" he questions as he slyly locks the door behind them.
"Out."
"You probably get lonely."
"I guess."
He sets the bag and beer down on the coffee table. "Come sit here with me," he says softly as he takes a seat on the couch. "We'll watch TV. We'll get to know each other."
At this she swallows hard. "I don't think..." So many worried thoughts start going through her head as he interrupts her, noticing her concern.
"Shhhh…We will go as slow as you want baby doll. Just like we talked about."
He places his hand on her face and over her lips. Her forehead begins to crinkle and she feels her hair on her arms stand up on end as goose bumps appear. He begins to notice how her eyes show a hint of fear when suddenly there is a clicking behind the couch.
The man stands up abruptly to see a woman in heels emerge from the other room. Her groomed dark hair and dark suit suggest to him that she is successful and confident of herself. What really catches his eye however is the black man standing next to her. More specifically, the camera in his hands.
"Where did you come from?" He cries. Then after a moment's thought, "Hey I know you!"
The girl gets up rapidly and quickly walks away to another room completely. Her nerves are shot. He was so close to her, touching her lips, and suggesting things that she would never dream of doing.
The woman declares herself as "Alicia Harding-host of neighborhood predator."
At this, his heart hits the floor as questions and possibilities dash through his mind. He finally is able to stutter out "This is not what it looks like."
She sashays over; her coolness intimidates him farther.
"Then what are you doing here Mr. Carleton?" She questions him even further. "You're a father, a husband, and a school teacher. Can you explain the emails and child porn you sent to a minor?"
At this, his heart beats even quicker than before. He becomes apprehensive. How much trouble is he in? How much does this Alicia bitch know?
Meanwhile, Olivia, Finn, and ADA Paxton are hovering in an undercover van outside. They are observing what is happening from a monitor showing four different views of the inside of the apartment.
"Get ready to move in" Olivia directs calmly into her walkie-talkie. She knows that everything is under control. They have this bastard.
"That didn't happen. This is a set up." He mutters, grasping for any excuse.
Alicia turns the bag upside down. Four condoms and a can of lube fall onto the coffee table next to the beer. She knows at least he can't deny that he brought these in.
"Oh, how is it a set up sir? You brought the beer, the condoms and the lube."
He knows she has him. He makes a run for it around the coffee table, but she intercepts him.
"No no no no no see we have you on tape. The room is wired with cameras."
His eyes darken with fear and panic. He turns and runs farther into the apartment.
Olivia sees his dash and shouts "Go go go" into her walkie-talkie. Cops waiting outside break down the door.
Alicia has a different idea. She's not letting this bastard get away. She whips out a taser and relentlessly uses it on him. Even once he has fallen to the floor with convulsions she continues until she has had her fill. Man she hates these assholes. And the power she feels by taking them down is addicting.
Back in the camera room, Fin is indignant. "Amateur," he mutters, obviously annoyed at the extreme treatment. He hates these men as much as the next person, but the fact that this haughty woman is doing his job irritates him.
As Benson, Alicia, and Paxton celebrate another take down, Olivia tries to secrete her obvious aversion to this woman. She knows Fin agrees. Cops don't like civilians doing their jobs. Meanwhile, Alicia smirks. She knows she does a hell of a good job and doesn't care what any resentful cops could think.
A young Asian boy walks in. He has a refined look to him; wearing leather gloves and a scarf, he hands a brown package to Alicia. "An officer asked me to deliver this to you Ms. Harding."
"Thank you," then directing her attention back to Olivia affirms, "I'm used to cops attitudes so don't waste your breathe."
As she walks away proudly, Olivia scorns her remark, but then quickly hides it when Alicia turns back around with a look of terror in her eyes. She holds up her hand, which is covered in a red liquid. Olivia doesn't even take time to get pleasure from her immediately changed attitude. It's obvious that she hasn't dealt with blood much. She takes these thoughts at of her head and replaces them with speculations about what is happening. She quickly puts gloves on and takes the box from Alicia. Upon opening it, she pulls out a bloody clothe.
"That's my lucky scarf," Alicia murmurs, trying to hide the fear in her voice and face.
"When did you see it last?" Olivia questions.
"This morning. On my bed." Alicia can't help but show the distress she feels.
Olivia steadily makes the assertion, "You have a stalker."
Later on at the precinct, Olivia questions a reluctant Alisha.
"I'm on TV; I get tons of emails all the time. A few saying 'I'm watching you', hardly counts as a threat. I can take care of myself. I will just double my security, but I'm not going to stop going after scumbags," he obstinately expresses.
Paxton turns to her with concern, "You should have told me someone was after you Alicia. You've had more than one threatening emails and then he breaks into your home! Who could have done this?"
"It could be any of hundred guys I've bagged for preying on children. Or their families. Hell even a couple of politicians hate my guts."
Olivia doesn't even have to think before she questions, "Okay what about your personal life?"
"I don't have one. If I'm not doing the show I'm working on Vanessa's case."
Olivia looks at Paxton for some clarity.
"Vanessa is her sister. She disappeared twenty-five years ago. It was my case and it is still open. All they found were her bloody clothes with some knife slits in them."
"That's why I go after predators," Alisha discloses.
At this Olivia feels a sense of remorse. Maybe the confidence and arrogance are for show. What else is there to this woman's life?
After further questioning, which doesn't go anywhere, Olivia meets up with Fin who informs her that the lab is still working on the scarf.
Suddenly Elliot appears. Olivia feels her hand go up to her hair, instinctively making sure everything is in place.
"How were things while I was in Quantico? I know Fin's good, but he is definitely not me," Elliot asks Olivia.
"No I'm better. I watched her back, not just her backside," Fin jokes back.
Olivia tries not to blush. Normally she is used to this banter, but with Elliot just getting back into town her emotions are harder to control. She doesn't quite know what is going on between her and her partner. Everyone else seems to think there is sexual tension. But they had never so much as kissed before. That isn't saying that she doesn't think about it happening.
On the way to Alicia's apartment, Olivia sets her emotions aside and fills Elliot in on the case. He admits that he has already been working on a threat assessment based off of the emails and that it will be complete once they search the apartment.
After thoroughly scouring the place, they come with almost nothing. There aren't any cameras, any prints, or signs of forced entry. They were starting to give up, until they checked the last room.
"Hey Liv! Check this out," Elliot calls. "It's like her sister disappeared yesterday instead of twenty-five years ago."
Olivia begins looking through everything on the clustered desk. "This is like a shrine to the kidnapping. How did she get her hand on lab reports and crime scene photos?"
She glances and Elliot and immediately knows that they are thinking the same thing. It must have been Sonya Paxton, considering it is her case, and how close she is to Harding.
On the way back to the precinct, Elliot discusses what he believes to be true about the perp.
"This is the worst kind of stalker. He's smart, resourceful, experienced. I think he is in the system, which is why the place was so clean of any prints. Alicia hunts down predators, although she has never met one. He gets off on scaring her. The problem is that he is hard core and won't get much of a challenge stalking her. He's going to show up soon. Just make sure it isn't you."
At this he turns and runs his eyes across Olivia's face. His eyes show a tenderness she only sees on him when he looks at his daughter and or at her. She wonders if that means he has feelings for her. Or is it that he just wants her safe? Elliot meanwhile realizes what he is doing and quickly looks back at the road. He's been doing that a lot. He catches himself checking her out and if he isn't careful she's going to catch him doing it. He doesn't know where he wants to go with her, but he can feel something is there.