A/N: Here's the next chapter: hope you like. Thanks to everyone who reviewed…

Ficfan: Alex and Olivia don't really have a history. I'm just one of the many Alex/Olivia shippers out there…

Volleychick14: The main reason I had Alex ask for someone other than Olivia is because of the fact that I'm an Alex/Olivia shipper and I just had it in my head that Alex wouldn't want Olivia to worry about her… That kind of thing. (Does that make sense? Sometimes I do things that make sense to me but not to everyone else).

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Alex, when she was sure she couldn't stall anymore, took a long drink of her coffee. "His name's Michael. Michael Peterson. 36, from Phoenix. He was the guy I was talking to when you and Liv were in my office earlier. He said he was on town in business, and he wanted to see how I was getting along."

"Was this odd? Had you talked to him since graduation?" Elliot inquired, trying to get a background on this guy. She knew the perp; she had practically given Elliot a slam-dunk. Fin would have him arrested before midnight. Usually, it was the other way around; the attorney counted on his detective skills to get her an easy case.

"No. I mean I hadn't talked to him. But it wasn't weird that he called," she paused her story, staring at the steam rising from her cup. "We met at that Italian restaurant on Pearce. It's kind of out of the way, but that's what I like about it. It's quiet. We ate and talked. He bored me to tears. I had a drink just to make it through dinner. I needed another one to get through dessert. With a few shots of vodka, he really is pretty good company," she muttered. She saw Olivia on the staircase, inching her way closer.

"Anyway, since I had been drinking, we took a cab back to my place. Then he apologized for monopolizing the conversation at dinner and insisted that he come up to hear what I've been up to since high school. He even had a bottle of wine," Alex shook her head, "He knew stuff. I didn't think about it at the time, if I hadn't been drinking…"

"Alex, it's not your fault," Elliot said automatically. He looked up as Olivia finally made it over and sat next to Alex, "What kind of 'stuff' did he know?"

"Um, he had been touching my leg all night. Inching closer so that he was practically sitting on top of me, that kind of thing. I just needed a few minutes away from him, so I told him I had to use the bathroom. I started for my bedroom and I told him I'd be out in a few minutes. I don't think I've ever used the main bathroom. I always use the one in my room," she explained.

"Alex, you don't have to justify your actions tonight," Olivia said softly, brushing stray hairs out of Alex's face and tucking them behind her ear.

Alex flinched, "Don't." Olivia mumbled an apology and Alex continued, "When I came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, something was wrong-it felt different, you know? It took me a second to figure it out," she shook her head, "Just a second too long. He grabbed me and threw me against the wall, pinning me there. I hit my head. Not too hard, but hard enough. I think it was the shock, but it stunned me enough that I didn't fight back right away. He picked me up and put me on my bed."

"Do you remember what time this all was?" Elliot asked.

"Um," Alex closed her eyes for a minute, "Around 10:15," Alex paused long enough for Elliot to write that down before continuing, "I don't really know what was going through my mind. This isn't going to make sense, but it's… when he started undressing me, my mind wasn't processing it, you know? It seemed like it was taking hours. He kept trying to kiss me, and his hands were everywhere. I tried to push him off me, but I couldn't… Finally, he got sick of fighting with me, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his," Alex shrugged. "I looked at the clock this time, right before… It was 10:25. He was done by 10:29. Four minutes. You know, you can't even get coffee at Starbucks in four minutes. In New York, you can't drive 4 blocks in four minutes," the blonde shook her head, "Four fucking minutes," she repeated softly.

Both detectives were silent for a minute, "What hotel was this guy staying at?" Olivia asked, standing up.

"He wasn't in town on business," Alex finally managed, and Olivia sat back down.

"How do you know?" Elliot finally asked when Alex didn't offer any more information.

"He talked all through dinner, but some things didn't add up. I didn't think about it at the time, but I've been thinking about it and I know he planned this! Every minute of this night was planned out."

"Thanks, Alex. You did good tonight," Elliot said softly. "Why don't you get some rest-you can steal a cot in the crib if you don't want to go home. CSU won't be done by now anyway."

"I have an extra bed at my place," Olivia offered, knowing Alex probably wouldn't want to be alone..

"No, you don't," Alex said, "I'll be okay."

"I have a couch, and I can sleep on that," Olivia grinned, "I like the couch better anyway."

"No. It's okay. I'm not sure I'd be able to sleep anyway." Alex stood up and walked downstairs in a slow daze.

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A/N: Well, another chapter finished! Stay tuned for the next installment! And reviews make me write faster (hint, hint).