Masterson had no idea what she was thinking, she pulled up her pants, clipped the gun in the holster, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was embarrassed. She had told Olivia her darkest secret, well, one of them. Now she had to face her at work. She shuddered a little. No one was ever meant to get this close to her, no one was meant to see her tears and no one was meant to know.

The only good thing about going to work was getting her teeth stuck in a new case.

/

Olivia sat with Elliot and Munch, bagels in hand, coffee on the desk, they smiled at Masterson as she walked in, "Good to see you Kayleigh." Munch said offering her a bagel.

"Thanks." she said taking it from him.

Olivia gave a small smile to the woman, before her and Munch walked away leaving the partners to talk.

"I'm sorry." Elliot said.

"For what?"

"Chewing your ass. You had a bad day coming up and I didn't help. Start again?" he said offering his hand for her to shake it.

"Bad day?"

"Liv told us you had to take a personal day..." Elliot's hand still held out in front of him.

Masterson nodded, she bit in the bagel and held out her hand. "Fresh start."

"Hey, since you're here, Cragen has us working a double with Liv and Munch."

Masterson smiled, it shocked Elliot slightly, "Sure thing. What've we got?"

/

Lindsey Court was barely fifteen, she was the geek, the nerdy girl with big glasses and bigger, untameable hair. She smirked to herself, she had been waiting for this moment all her life, yesterday she had her braces taken off. No more Ugly Betty comments.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Lindsey smiled softly running her tongue over her beautiful straight smile; she took the brush and dragged it through her bushy mane. Spraying her hair with 'FrizzLax' she took out her new straighteners. Her parents had thought she wasn't grateful for them, but that wasn't true. She'd been saving them for this day. This day, she was going to show everyone, she was the beauty, not the geek.

Lindsey didn't take the bus to school like her friends, she walked, she walked to show everyone her new self. Confidence poured from her, her glasses were replaced with contacts; her smile was no longer distorted with metal, and her big hair was finally tamed into beautiful loose ringlets. Wearing high waisted light denim jeans, white wedges and a white netted shirt with palm sized butterflies, she had everything she needed.

"Who the hell is that?" she heard someone shout.

"Hey, hottie! Show us your face!"

She ignored them all, she had one place she needed to be, and it wasn't here. She had a date.

"Oh my God, is that?" one girl said.

"No! It can't be!"

"Linds?"

Lindsey spotted her best friend, Penny. With a big smile, she hugged her, "So, what do you think?"

"You look, hot!"

"Or not!" Natasha said joining the made over, and the in need of a make over. "So, Daddy finally opened his wallet for you huh?" Lindsey said nothing, she could barely look at the cheerleader before her. "Don't be shy, give us a smile then?" Again, no reaction.

"So you got your braces off, you think that's gonna make you popular?" Natasha laughed, "Poor girl, nobody, and I mean nobody is going to think of you as any different to the geeky little freak we saw yesterday."

"I don't." a voice from behind them all said. Natasha turned around, her long term, so called boyfriend stood there admiring Lindsey.

"Shut up Billy. No one asked you." she snapped.

"I bet she didn't ask for your opinion." he defended her.

Lindsey walked away, she had more pressing things on her mind. First period, that was her time. She had a date with the man of her dreams. Educated, handsome, deep. She shuddered at the thought of him, excitement rushed her body. She met him in the parking lot, he smiled seeing her.

"You look very, different."

"It's not too much is it?"

"Not at all, you look stunning. New clothes?"

"My dad had them imported."

"France?"

"London." he was useless with fashion, but his mind was so occupied with everything else, she didn't care. She got in the car, and looked at him, the older man, the one everyone crushed on, liked her. "So, where are we going?"

"I know this little place, it's usually empty, I can't wait to take you there. Just sit back, and enjoy the ride." That's exactly what she did.

/

"I have your results back from Cynthia Daniels." Warner announced, "Drake was your man."

"I don't know whether to be grateful or not." Elliot said.

"Is there really justice in death?" Munch asked.

"I think he was punished a considerate amount given his brains were fried." Warner said.

Olivia sat for a minute, "At least that's one half of the case we can close, now we just have to work out if they're connected to the Waverson and Matthews case."

Masterson who had just been filled in listened, "If they are connected, what is the motive."

Cragen came out of his office, "You guys have to see this." He switched on the small screen television and flicked it over to the news.

'Model turned actress, Alexandria Wolf has been following the recent string of murders in New York and is devastated by them. Here is what she had to say.'

The news anchor was replaced by a woman in her early twenties, she was well known for her acting, she had only just made it in to the modelling world as her five foot seven height did her very little favours. Her piercing blue eyes appeared to be looking directly into everyone's souls, the blonde locks that hung at her waist gave her the sweet, but insanely beautiful girl next door look.

"I am totally shocked and appalled at the murders that have been taking place in my city. I know people who are so struck down with fear, they are too scared to leave their homes. These attacks seem to be random, so none of us are safe, I beg of you all, if you know anything, please, please go straight to the police. This city is so beautiful and someone is out to destroy it, and destroy families. I have started a campaign for all the families who have been effected by the recent murders, something has to be done, if you can help. Please, don't hesitate. Thank you."

The detectives shared a look, "What the hell was that?" Elliot finally said.

"Apparently, celebrities who get involved in big cases have a better success rate. This is her reminding people who she is." Cragen informed.

"Great, now we're going to get a shit load of fake calls and tips, all because some wannabe wants her name back in the spot light! You've got to be kidding me!" Masterson said losing her cool.

"This might be a good thing." Olivia said, "Think about it, if these cases are connected, and by chance the perp has seen this, now it has a larger amount of coverage, he might stop, or if he keeps going, he might make a mistake, something that leads us to him."

Elliot smiled softly at Olivia, he loved her logic. "What else you thinking?"

"Waverson wasn't raped, neither to the best of our knowledge were the Matthews, it could be an escalation thing. Start off with murder, and keep moving up the scale of damages."

"Chances are, if that's the case, he won't stop until he kills himself, or," Elliot paused, "He'll do death by cop, he'll want everyone to remember his name."

"One problem, how to do we find out who's at the top of this chain?" Masterson asked.

"It's a good question," Olivia began, "So far, what do we know that all the cases have in common?"

"Other than all our vics are dead..." Munch stated.

"No!" Olivia jumped out of her seat suddenly connecting some dots, "All our perps are dead too!"

Cragen listened as his team started catching up with Olivia, Elliot nodded, Olivia took to the evidence board, "Waverson was first, he was shot by Joe Coiner." Olivia said drawing arrows from Dale Waverson's photo to Coiner's. "Then we have the Matthews family," she placed their photo next to Dale's on the bottom of the board.

"Jack thinks Richie Shore is responsible for their death. Turns out he was a bit of a self proclaimed explosives expert."

Olivia drew an arrow in red from the Matthews to Richie, "They think they found Richie's body in the bath tub, then you have Erica and Cynthia, both raped and murdered, and both of them were killed by this man, Drake Richardson, who admitted to me that he was paid to kill two women, then he said he was being killed." Olivia had four photos at the bottom of the board, Dale Waverson, the Matthews, Erica Donahue and Cynthia Daniels; all of them were connected to a man who was later found dead. "I think this is our connection."

"It's a long shot." Cragen chirped.

"I agree with Olivia," Masterson spoke up to almost everyone's surprise. "Realistically, how many people are paid and hired to kill these days?"

Elliot had been forming a theory of his own, he watched as Olivia drew a circle at the top of the board, and put a single question mark inside of it, "It makes sense, whoever this is doesn't want to be caught, not yet at least; so they're hiring other people to kill for them, then they kill the hired."

Cragen nodded, he'd caught up but was as of yet, not convinced, "Until another case comes in, work this as your theory, but as soon as another case comes in, I want you to focus on that."

Everyone agreed, "Good, now, get some sleep, I want you fresh eyed in the morning, I'll invite homicide to go over what we've got."

/

Lindsey got out of the car, she looked at the building in front of her, it was dull, grey and looked out of place. "Sir, what're we doing here?"

"Linds, we're not in school anymore, you don't have to call me sir. Call me Hunter."

"Hunter." Lindsey said dreamily, he watched her, he had her hook line and sinker.

'Twenty G's baby, all for knocking off this brat! Fan-fucking-tastic!' he was calm, and even collected considering his job. "Come in, I used to love this place as a kid. My dad would take me here, he used to work here."

"What is this place?" she asked as they walked in. The door screamed on rusty hinges, chains and old machinery still hung from the ceiling.

"This is the old slaughter house."

Lindsey felt fear shoot through her, "I don't like it here Hunter."

He turned and kissed her, he held her close and made her feel special. "Don't worry." She didn't, as he held her the fear lifted, but it was all too soon.

Hunter grabbed Lindsey's hand and dragged her over to the middle of the room, he gripped at her wrist so tightly, his nails pierced her skin.

"You're hurting me!"

He didn't listen. He forced her to the ground and raped her repeatedly, she screamed, her pain stricken cries for help echoed as they bounced off the walls. He pulled out an old butchers knife, thick with rust, he slammed down on her body. One leg, gone. She screamed out a deathly scream, one you'd hear in horror movies. Slamming down again, the blade clinked on the concrete below as he struck through more bone. Blood sprayed and splattered everywhere. Lindsey tried with everything she had to move, to scream, she begged him to stop, but he was working. She lost consciousness, the teenagers bones snapped and cracked as the blade crashed in to her fragile, lifeless body.

"Now for the finishing touches." Hunter spoke aloud, he picked up Lindsey's head and hung it on one of the old meat hooks. He strung up the rest of her body and watched as the sly wind that crept through the cracks in the doors and windows blew her limbs like a bloody wind chime.

/

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you liked what you've read! I had so much I wanted to put in this chapter, that I couldn't. So a promise to you all, the next chapter WILL have E/O! So... have the detectives really found the connection? Has Alexandria caused more problems for them by going on the news? *FrizzLax is not real* Keep reading to find out. Please review xo