Hey everyone, it's me again! Didja miss me? XD Here's my newest fan fiction, Haunted. Personally, I like it, but I don't know what everyone else will think. So go read it, then leave me a review!

It had been eight years since he'd last stepped foot in the Special Victims Unit. He was shocked to see that almost nothing had changed. The smell of Munch's

terrible coffee lingered in the air as the sound of computer keys and raised voices drowned out everything else. He scanned the familiar faces. Munch had aged

considerably since the last time they had talked; his hair was almost all white and his face was covered in wrinkles. Elliot's hairline had receded even more and new

lines of worry and fatigue were evident on his face. His eyes slowly slid to the last familiar figure, sitting across the desk from Elliot. She was laughing at Elliot's

joke, one that he hadn't been able to hear. Her hair was much lighter and shorter, but everything else was the same. Although it was evident that she too had aged,

her beauty had not diminished. He fought back his emotions as he watched her gaze move from Elliot's face to his, sensing a new presence in the room. Her eyes

widened in shock at what she saw. The name slipped out in a stunned whisper. "Brian."

He was back. After eight years away, he had finally come back. Olivia, mouth still hanging open, couldn't stop staring. Elliot turned around to try and figure out what had caused

her stunned expression. As soon as he saw the younger man standing in the doorway, Elliot studied him warily. A moment of understanding passed between them; there was

unresolved tension between the two men, and some things run too deep to just forgive and forget. "Cassidy," Elliot nodded in his direction, declaring temporary peace. Brian

smiled tightly, none of the boyish charm they all remembered evident in his eyes. "Hey Elliot. It's good to be back." Munch, noticing him standing in the doorway, stood up

slowly. "So it really is you, huh? You didn't get busted by some junkie whore trying to score?" He walked over and slapped Brian on the back. "Good to see you, man." At that

point, Cragen walked out of his office. "Hello people, in case you've forgotten your sleepless nights, we've got five unsolved rapes right now…Brian. What are you doing

here?"

The room went quiet, all noticing for the fist time that Brian looked almost lifeless. His past vibrancy and energy was gone, and his face was creased with years of fatigue

and exhaustion. But the worst part of his appearance was his eyes. They were clouded with pain, plagued by the demons in his head. Brian said nothing as he fixed his haunted

gaze on the growing concern and fear in Olivia's eyes. Cragen finally broke the tense silence. "Munch, Fin, it's an awfully good day to pay a visit to our good friend, Dr. Huang.

See what he says about our serial rapist. Benson, Stabler, go over the case files again, see if we missed anything. Brian, can I see you in my office?" The four detectives

hesitated, allcasting one last glance at Brian, before going their separate ways. Brian followed Cragen into his office and sat down robotically, as Cragen closed the door behind

them.

"So, Brian, care to tell me what's going on?" Brian nodded a few times, before he finally seemed to figure out where he was. "Oh…um yeah…" He pulled the morning

newspaper out of his jacket pocket. "Do you know this guy?" Cragen eyed Brian suspiciously before scanning the article. Oddly, it was about their serial rapist, the five open

rapes they had been working on nonstop for the past week. Though there were no new leads, it seemed to be the "big story" of the week. That morning alone, Cragen had

fielded hundreds of calls from the press, all asking for inside information. "Yeah, I know him. Why? Have you got something for us? Because if you do, we'll take it." "Yeah…I

know who did it." Cragen looked skeptical. "Who?" Brian lowered his eyes and fell silent for a long time. Just as Cragen was about to repeat the question, Brian looked up with

eyes filled with tears. He whispered almost inaudibly, one simple word, "Me."