Yes, I'm continuing to write...

Benson and Stabler returned to the school the next day; they'd found blonde hair on the body, so it was clear that someone else had been involved. And with the way Feliks had behaved, he was the next suspect. They entered his classroom, where the teacher was just covering some sort of Latin grammar. Neither of the detectives had ever taken Latin, so it was Greek to them.

Feliks hunched down in his desk when he saw them, looking studiously at his notes.

"Excuse us; we need to speak with Feliks Łukasiewicz ..." Figuring out how to pronounce the kid's name had been a pain...but they'd learned a few important things about him while researching that.

The teacher, a petite woman, gave them a look.

"After I'm done explaining." She replied stubbornly, turning back to the whiteboard and writing further on it.

"Now, remember that in some poetry, the two parts of the passive periphrastic could be far apart, for the sake of meter. Your homework is to translate lines 856-949 of book six, all right? Any questions? Yes, Feliks?"

Feliks had raised his hand, fidgeting slightly.

"May I be excused to go to the bathroom...?"

Stabler stepped forward.

"You're not going anywhere. Come on." He lead the teen out the door, as the boy huffed.

"I am not-"

"Telling us anything. Yes, we know." Benson replied, rolling her eyes slightly. "We'd just like a DNA sample from you."

Feliks narrowed his eyes.

"No! And if you try it, I will sue you, do you understand?"

Stabler scowled.

"We heard from the other students here that you and Elizaveta were friends; don't you want her murderer to be found?"

Feliks glared at them, crossing his arms, before attempting to walk away from them. Stabler blocked his path, frowning.

"She was raped before she was murdered, Feliks. Someone out there really hated her, and we need to know who."

"I don't have to tell you anything I don't want to! That's my right as an American citizen!" Feliks replied angrily, turning and attempting to walk the other way, only to be blocked by Benson. He angrily charged forward, shoving her. Stabler, however, quickly caught him.

"You just attacked an officer, Feliks; how do you feel about talking to us now?"

"You tricked me! You can't box me in like that!" Feliks attempted to yank away, face going red with fury.

It was lucky that the police station wasn't far away, with the way Feliks kept up his protests. Benson theorized this was how a mother with a screaming toddler must feel...

Once he was in the interrogation room, it was no different.

"You can't ask me things without a lawyer! I want a lawyer!"

Benson rubbed her temples lightly; he was beginning to give her a headache.

On the other side of the glass, Stabler stood with Mr. Łukasiewicz. The man was calm and reserved, the complete opposite of his son; he was, after all, a former Polish diplomat. He turned to Stabler with a small sigh.

"My son has been like this lately about everything; I apologize for any trouble he might've caused. May I take him home now?"

Stabler shook his head.

"We need his DNA first. One of his friends was murdered, and we think he might have been there for it."

Feliks' father nodded gravely.

"I give my permission." He replied.

Stabler nodded, passing the information on to Benson. She turned to Feliks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Your father says we can have some of your DNA." She informed him, picking up the swab once again. Feliks shook his head furiously.

"He-he wouldn't!"

"He did. Feliks, this doesn't have to be such a big deal. Just a small swab of the inside of your mouth, and we're done."

Feliks looked at her a moment...before promptly throwing up. Benson jumped back, wrinkling her nose, as Feliks continued to vomit on the floor. His father promptly burst into the room, putting an arm around him as he shuddered.

"Calm down..." Feliks gripped his father's arm, shuddering again, as he tried to calm himself. Feliks' father was frowning, clearly concerned.

"I apologize; he does this when he becomes overly distressed." He explained, sighing. Benson nodded, frowning slightly.

"What would he have to be so distressed over?"

Feliks shook his head rapidly, swallowing. The room smelled of the acrid scent of vomit...

"I am not-I am not telling you anything!"

Mr. Łukasiewicz helped him up, leading him towards the door.

"We'll talk to you later, all right? He needs a break." Benson nodded; with all the vomit, they had DNA anyways...

"Miss Katarina, we need you to try to remember; was she having a lot of arguments with her boyfriend before the night she died?" Stabler questioned the girl in front of them, who had yet to stop crying.

"I-I can't-everything just seemed so normal-a-and it was like nothing w-was wrong-wh-why would someone hurt her li-like this?" She bawled, using up another tissue.

Benson looked at the girl, sympathetically leaning forward.

"We know this is difficult, but we need you to calm down and tell us about what was going on before she was murdered."

"W-well...she'd slept with Gilbert, cause she lost a dare-a-and then Gilbert flaunted it in Roderich's face, so Roderich got mad at her in front of the e-entire school! He was furious! A-and she tried to calm him down, b-but he ran off in the other direction, a-and didn't speak to her again until later...when we were bowling..." Katarina related, sniffling loudly.

"She seems to have recovered from that spat rather easily..." Stabler pointed out. This only made Katarina begin to cry harder.

"Sh-she was tr-trying to get h-her mind off it-sh-she was really upset!"

"And then what happened?" Benson guided her gently back to the topic at hand.

"Roderich sh-showed up, and th-they left together to talk. I-I didn't see her a-again-o-oh n-now I-I'll never s-see her again-!" She began to bawl again, blindly hunting for more tissues to sop up the moisture leaking from her face.

Stabler sat back, looking over at Benson; it looked as if they might very well be able to prove Roderich's guilt...all they needed now was DNA evidence.

"The semen and hair match; Roderich definitely isn't the one who raped her, at least." The specialist waited a couple moments to finish her proclamation, leafing through the info for a moment. "The hair and semen both belong to Feliks Łukasiewicz ."

Benson looked over to Stabler, who was already on his way out the door. They could easily catch him before he left school.

School was just letting out, and Feliks was easy to spot, going over some homework with a Hispanic boy beneath the shade of a tree. He was smiling as they leaned over their books, but that smile quickly vanished when he spotted the detectives approaching.

"What do you want now?" He demanded, glaring. The other boy frowned slightly, also watching them critically.

"It looks like you'll be needing that lawyer after all, Feliks. You are under arrest for murder and rape."

Feliks turned sharply towards his companion, eyes wide.

"It's not true! It's not! Juan, I promise it's not!"

Juan looked shocked, unable to really process the information. Stabler drew out his handcuffs, and Feliks backed away slightly.

"I'll come with you...you don't need those..."

Benson grasped his wrists, pulling them behind his back, and Stabler efficiently cuffed them. He looked towards Juan.

"You a friend of his? We're going to want to speak with you too."

"Feliks? What's going on?" Juan was more confused than anything else.

"I'm sorry-I can't explain right now! Later!" Feliks called over his shoulder, as the detectives led him away.

But wait, it hasn't been long enough, this can't be the real culprit...X3