"Munch, Fin… GET IN HERE NOW!" I yelled as soon as they arrived. They rushed in with terrified looks on their faces. It was about to get worse. "We caught a new case… a previous perp of ours has been killed and since we had him first, he's still ours. I need this played close to the vest."

"What's going on Captain?" Fin asked.

"Lowell Harris was killed last night."

"You don't think I… no… you think it was Liv." Fin surprised me with that one. As much as I didn't want to believe it, the motive was there, and as far as I knew, her alibi was that she was at home… alone.

"I don't know what to think."I responded. "What I know is that I want this solved and I want it solved quickly and quietly… and if you find any evidence pointing to Liv, let me know immediately." I thought for a second then continued: "Fin, I'm trusting you on this one. I know you hated the guy, but I can't put Stabler on this. If you think there's a conflict of interest, tell me now."

"I can handle it…" Fin claimed… and I believed him.

The Apartment of Lowell Harris

August 28, 2011 9:00am

(O'Halloran's POV)

"O'Halloran, have you found anything yet?" Munch asked.

"I only got here an hour ago" I replied. "Melinda took the body to the morgue already. We've been getting shots and prints. Are you looking for anything specific?"

"No." Munch answered. "Just put a rush on this one"

"Any special reason?" I asked, knowing all too well that I wasn't going to receive an answer.

"Just do it" Fin barked. I obeyed.

The Crime Lab

August 28, 2011 4:00pm

(Fin's POV)

"I put a rush on those prints like you asked me to. You're not going to like what I found" O'Halloran said. My heart dropped. I knew what was coming before the words ever left his mouth. "Liv's prints were on the door and were all over the place. What was her relationship with the victim?"

"She had no relationship with him…" I replied, "He was her rapist." I've never cried at work before, but at that moment, I felt the need to escape. I went into the hallway and felt a tear dripping down my cheek. I remember every second that happened in that basement once I was there. For Liv, it must have been so much harder. I couldn't believe that he got out… and I couldn't help thinking he got what he deserved. Was I wrong to think this way?

"You okay?" Munch asked me. I jumped a mile. He snuck up behind me. I had to fix myself. I couldn't show how much this was affecting me.

"Sure, it's the job" I said, lying through my teeth. I think Munch knew, but he didn't let on. For the first time, he let me off easy… at least, he didn't rub it in. "I think we should go see if Melinda has anything for us. We have to find a way to clear Liv."

"I'll call Cragen" Munch offered. I begged him to wait until we had something good to tell him, but Munch insisted. I knew I wasn't going to like what Cragen had to say.