Bobby slammed his fist down on the table. "You lied to us, Alyssa."

Eliot matched him, blow for blow. "And we don't like being lied to, especially when you fly to Chicago for a week and a half."

"I don't know what you mean…what is this about? I went to visit family. You arrest me and take me here but I still don't understand. You think that I killed Megan?"

"No," said Bobby, "but you know who did." He laid a string of pictures on the table. "Edward Valdez and his many girlfriends. And this…" he pulled out a picture of Ricky. "…is a picture of his boyfriend, who he knew and dated before he met any of these women…or you."

They could already see her begin to tense up and went in for the kill. "Besides," said Eliot, moving towards her, "I highly doubt that you went to Chicago to visit family when they disowned you, unless…Eddie is in Chicago with victim number six."

"You two are wrong about Eddie. He's kind, intelligent, he's on active duty half of the year in Iraq and knows how I feel. What is so wrong with that? Aren't I allowed to be happy?"

"That is not the problem," said Bobby, sitting across from her in the interrogation room. "He is wanted for the murder of four victims who he forced to have sex with after they found out they were HIV positive. Have you gotten checked? Because Eddie doesn't accept damaged goods. Especially when he knows that they know about his little secret."

"So," said Eliot, "you have a choice: face charges because you withheld evidence in a murder interrogation or give up Eddie, your choice."

Alyssa thought it over for a moment before conferring with her lawyer. "Eddie met me at the Embassy Suites in southern Chicago. He left because he said he had some business to handle in NYC. I hung around Chicago for a little while to get some air and got on the plane here. He mentioned something about a TV repair job."

Shit! "Where is your apartment, Alyssa. Tell me now!"

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The door to the apartment slammed down to find the place quiet as a mouse. "Clear," Olivia said in the living room as Eliot moved into the bedroom.

"Not clear," he said, looking at the corpse of Eddie Valdez hanging from the ceiling.

Alyssa walked in with two police officers by her side. "I knew what he was doing. He left me HIV positive to be with that…that gay. I couldn't take it anymore. He deserved what he got."

The police led her out of there in handcuffs. "What a way to die," said Olivia as Eliot's phone rang. "Stabler," he answered.

Bobby was mumbling incoherently on the other line. "Speak up, Bobby!"

"The baby's coming!"

"Listen: are you and Alex at the hospital?"

"Uh, no, she's literally…oh, fuck, I forgot about the hospital!"

First time dads! "Well, get her to the delivery room! Olivia and I will meet you there."

"Thanks!" said Bobby, and hung up.

"Baby?" said Olivia.

"Yeah," he said, "let's get going."