hm. no one seems to be reviewing. maybe i'll have better luck with this chapter :\
EARLIER THAT WEEK
"Okay, people, where are we on this latest case?" "Vic's name is Sandra Robinson, white female in her late 20's. Perp grabs her, rapes her, and then tells her to go to the '
hospital to get the rape kit done. She's at Mercy right now." Elliot handed out the case file. "Ah a considerate rapist," Munch mused. "Any fluids?" Fin looked at Olivia
inquiringly. "No, perp used a condom. Traces of spermicide found in the rape kit." "So we have a kind rapist who knows his stuff. He's done this before; Munch, Fin, check for
any hits on possible MO's. Olivia, Elliot, head over to the hospital to see what she saw." Four pairs of coats were grabbed as the detectives headed out the door. "Hi Sandra,
I'm Detective Benson and this is my partner, Detective Stabler. Can you tell us what happened?" "Um, I was walking home from work when he grabbed me and pulled me into
the bushes. He whispered that he wouldn't have to hurt me if I didn't scream, so I didn't. He blindfolded me and then he raped me. After he was done, he told me to call the
cops and go to the hospital to help. He apologized sincerely for what he had done, took off the blindfold, and took a picture. He handed it to me, kissed me lightly on the
forehead, and left. Elliot and Olivia exchanged a glance before he said, "The picture wasn't in your police report." "He told me not to tell anyone but you." She reached over
into her purse, pulled out the picture and handed it to Olivia. "Here. Keep it. I don't want it." It was an odd picture; not what you'd expect of a rapist. The picture was not of
her helpless form on the ground, as a souvenir of his work. On the other hand, it was a zoomed in picture of her big brown eyes. Olivia murmured a thank you before she and
Elliot turned to leave. "He wasn't that bad, you know." At the sound of Sandra's voice, Olivia and Elliot turned back around. "I mean, he did a terrible thing…but he was
genuinely sorry for what he did to me and he didn't hurt me." She looked up at Elliot and Olivia with tears in her eyes. "Can you do one thing for me? When you find him…"
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "…tell him I forgive him." The expression on Olivia's face was heartbreaking, but she just cleared her throat and said quietly, "We'll be in
touch." The hospital door banged shut as Elliot followed Olivia out the door.
"Liv…Liv!" Elliot had to run to catch up to her. "Liv…talk to me…please." He ran up to her, grabbed her arm, and spun her around. "Olivia." Her face was twisted in grief.
"She was so brave Elliot. After everything that had happened to her, she could still find it in her heart to forgive him. And what kind of sick bastard rapes someone, tells them
how to get help, and says 'sorry I raped you, I didn't mean to?'" She exhaled sharply before wiping her eyes viciously and opening the car door. "Come on, Cragen's probably
waiting for us." Just as Elliot got in and turned the key in the ignition, Olivia's cell phone rang. "Benson…oh you have got to be kidding me…Okay, we'll be right there." She
hung up. "That was Cragen. We've got another victim. Same MO." Elliot sighed and turned the car around. "Guess we've got a serial rapist to catch."
THREE DAYS LATER
Four haggard faces looked back at Cragen. It was 10:30 at night and they had been working for three days straight. Three more victims, same MO, had turned up and
everyone at SVU was working around the clock to find the perp. "Elliot," Cragen barked; he too was on edge. "Have we found a connection between the victims yet?" Elliot
looked at Olivia wearily before muttering, "No." Cragen sighed in exasperation. "Fine, let's go over this again." Olivia walked up to the board and pointed to the first picture.
"First victim, Sandra Robinson, grabbed and raped. Rapist left a picture of her eyes, as well as telling her to go to a hospital and call the cops." Elliot pointed to the next picture.
"Second victim, Lauren King, MO is exactly the same except the picture was of her nose, not her eyes." Munch motioned towards the third picture. "Third victim, Kristen
Graves, same MO, picture of her mouth." "Fourth victim, Brittany Wright," Fin said, "Everything matched, picture was of her skin." Cragen finished it up with, "And our last
victim, Christy Pothell, no change in MO and the picture was of her skin." "The women were all different ages, body types, ethnicities, and there's no evidence that the victims
knew each other." Elliot looked at Cragen. "Without any new leads or victims, Captain, we're stuck." Cragen studied each picture carefully. There had to be something that that
tied these victims together…as his gaze reached the picture of Sandra's eyes, something clicked. A cold sweat broke out on his skin as he untacked the pictures of the victim's
facial features. "All of you, go home and get some sleep; you look like hell. I've got a hunch. I'll see you all back here in the morning."