Chapter 2

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Olivia talked to the latest victim, Kelsi, but it was the exact same story. She woke up in new clothes, her head hurt, she found the business card and the doctor confirmed she had been raped. The doctor said the memory loss was most likely the result of hitting her head on something, just like the other women. And just like the other women, there wasn't a shred of evidence to be found anywhere.

"Do you think he's counting his victims?" Elliot asked, looking at the black number 5 on the latest business card.

"If he is there are at least 2 more victims out there who haven't come forward." Olivia said. She felt as if she was letting the victims down. What was worse, she felt like this rapist was taunting her. What did he have against her?

"Maybe he's just trying to boost his reputation, making us think there are more victims than there really are?" Munch suggested.

Huang shook his head. "I don't think that's it. Serial rapists and killers are most often of above average intelligence. I doubt he would resort to such a simple lie. He knows we won't find any evidence; he doesn't have to lie about how many women he's raped. I think it's more likely his other victims didn't want to come forward, or maybe reported the attack to the local police as a break-in."

"I checked police reports for break-ins matching this guy's MO, no hits," Elliot said.

"Have you found any connection between the victims?" Huang asked.

Fin shook his head. "None. S'far as we can tell the only connection is the chain lock on their doors. They're different height, weight, eye colour, hair colour, skin colour - this guy doesn't discriminate against anyone."

"Look into their backgrounds, see if you can find anything that connects these women," Cragen said, just as frustrated as the other detectives with their lack of evidence.

"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for Detective Benson." Number 7.

"Dana Sanders, same MO as all the others. Card says she's number 7. She doesn't remember anything," Olivia informed them all when she came back from the hospital, where they had confirmed Dana's rape. She sank into her chair, officially fed up with the case.

"Any leads on 3, 4 and 6?" Cragen asked.

Elliot crossed his arms. "Nothing, no reported break-ins match the rapes."

"We have to give it to the press, that's the only way we're going to find the other victims," Olivia sighed. She hated dealing with the press, but she knew it was necessary.

"Do it. Leave out the key chain, just the clothes and the memory loss. We need to hold on to the details if we're gonna nail this guy."

The press conference brought them victims 3, 6 and 8. They're stories matched exactly, even the previously unmentioned business card. As the numbers grew, it was becoming increasingly clear that there was no connection between any of the victims. Olivia was working tirelessly, reading and rereading every piece of background information they had about the victims, but every time she thought she'd found a connection, she found one victim who didn't fit the pattern. Elliot was getting worried.

"Liv, you need to take a break. Have you even slept since this case started?" He asked.

"Of course," She lied. It wasn't completely untrue, she'd fallen asleep at her desk several times, and managed a few hours of tossing and turning in the crib, but it was starting to get to her. She'd only gone home long enough to shower and change her clothes. It had been almost a week since the first victim had come forward.

"Elliot's right, Olivia, you look like hell. Go home and get some rest," Cragen ordered. She thought about disobeying him, but decided she didn't have the energy to argue with him, and she really did need sleep. She was just heading out the door when a deliveryman came in holding a large envelope addressed to her.

"What is it?" Elliot asked, seeing her stunned face when she pulled out the contents of the envelope.

"They're pictures," she said, walking back to her desk and spreading out the photos. There was one of each other them, clearly taken recently. They looked like those a private investigator would take. The strangest thing about the photos was the black figure that loomed behind them in each of the photos. Underneath each photo was a caption that read: Why aren't I your shadow? Underneath Olivia's, however, the caption read: I am your shadow.

"He's your shadow?" Elliot said, confused, "He's stalking you?"

Olivia was so tired and fed up she just started to laugh. Everyone looked at her. "What's so funny?" Fin asked.

"This is, what, the fourth time I've been stalked? I just can't help thinking it should really be someone else's turn. Let me know if you find anything, I'm going home." She turned to walk away.

"Wait, Liv, I'll give you a ride," Elliot said, rushing after her.

"Follow me and I'll break your nose." Olivia smiled and then left, leaving Elliot looking after her, trying to fight the fear and worry in the pit of his stomach.