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Now alone, Cragen walked briskly to his office. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. A groggy female voice answered. "Hello?" "Melinda, it's Don. I know it's late,

but I need a favor. Can you meet me at the lab in 15 minutes?

AT THE LAB

"You owe me, you know that, right?" The medical examiner grumbled as she scanned the photos into the computer. "Yeah, I know, Melinda, I owe you big time. Just get this

done and I'll kiss your ass later." "So what am I doing again?" "I need you to construct a face using these features." "And this is going to help find our rapist…how?" "Just do it!

Without asking questions!" Melinda looked hurt at Cragen's outburst. He sighed. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I'm just a little on edge right now, it's been four days since

I've had any real sleep." Her eyes softened. "Okay just a second longer…" The printer started to whir and beep. The paper landed in the tray. Melinda picked it up and

examined the photo. After several long seconds, she lowered it slowly. "Don, I think you want to see this…" Cragen looked at her warily before taking the picture. Shock

registered on his face as he saw the picture. The features of the five victims, combined, formed a perfect picture of Olivia.

THE NEXT MORNING

"So, Captain," Elliot asked. "What'd you find on our rapist?" The room fell silent as Cragen didn't respond. "Captain," Elliot said again. Cragen started as he said, "Oh…I think

I might've found a possible connection between our victims." "What was it?" Olivia's voice had a touch of impatience in it. Cragen wondered if she somehow knew what was

coming. He hesitated just a moment longer, before he said slowly, "I went to the lab last night. I asked the ME to combine the pictures left behind by our rapist to re-create a

face." Four voices started congratulating Cragen for his insight, as he took out the picture. However, one by one, the voices fell silent the picture was passed around. The last

one to see it was Olivia. "What's wrong?" she asked, confused. Munch handed her the photo silently. Her eyes widened as she saw her own face staring back at her.

PRESENT

Cragen let out his breath slowly. Few things in life could shock him, and this was one of them. "Well. Didn't see that one coming." Brian laughed wryly. "Yeah, I know." "What

do you want?" Brian didn't understand. "What do you mean?" "IF you come back after eight years to confess to give highly publicized rapes, there's gotta be something you

want." For a second, Brian looked like he was about to protest before he resigned. "All I'm asking for is that Elliot will be the only one who hears my confession. I need to

explain some things that no one else will understand. Also, please don't tell…" His voice seemed to crack on her name, "Olivia yet. I promise, I've got it all worked out."

Cragen nodded briskly. "Okay." He opened the office door, and barked, "Elliot! My office." As Elliot walked over, Cragen said under his breath, "Take as long as you need."

The door shut behind him, leaving only Brian and Elliot. Before the tension in the air could thicken, Brian started talking. "I know you're wondering why I'm here." Elliot

nodded. He unconsciously gave the younger man a look of dislike; things had never been the same between them after the incident with Olivia all those years ago. "Why ARE

you here?" Brian bluntly said, "I'm the Picture Rapist. I raped those five women." Before Elliot could express anger or shock or anything at all, Brian rushed on. "Look…I

know you don't have a very favorable opinion of me, and you're definitely wondering what kind of sick bastard I am to do those horrible things, but just give me one chance to

explain." Brian's eyes were pleading. Elliot bit back his anger and disgust as he sat down roughly in one of the chairs. "Fine. I'm listening." Brian took a deep breath before

starting his story.