Olivia stood at the interview room door just as she had done a thousand times before, before she interviewed a suspect. The case the squad was working on was not all that cut and dry, as they were trying to find a serial rapist who had raped 8 different sixteen year old girls. Liv hated all rapists, but she had no patience for people that went after children and teenagers. She was good at keeping her emotions in check, but every once in a while, she wanted to pop one of these disgusting people.
They only had one suspect, 36 year old Alvin Harris. Some of his DNA and prints were found in the apartment of one of the girls, and even though it was a bit of a long shot, Olivia had a gut feeling about him. He had tutored three of them in piano, so technically he could say that his DNA and prints were left during one of his home visits.
Olivia exhaled, opened the door and headed into the room. Rollins and Cragen were standing outside watching as Olivia started her interview. Alvin was an average looking guy with a fairly athletic build, sorta long sandy blonde hair, and green eyes. He was only about six feet tall, but Olivia noticed that he had abnormally big hands with some very, very long fingers. She wondered just how he was so good at playing the piano with these hands.
"So, Mr. Harris, how long have you been teaching Margaret, Alex, and Jackie,?" Olivia asked pensively.
Alvin took a sip of water. He was very calm and didn't seem shaken or rattled by the fact that he was in a police station and being questioned about some absolutely hideous offenses.
"I've been teaching all of them for about four years each," he responded calmly. "Do you have enough to arrest me? Or can I just go on my way."
Olivia hated when suspects acted like they knew more about the law than she did. She had gotten a few wrong in her day, but normally when she had a gut feeling about someone, she was right, and she definitely had a gut about this guy.
"No Mr. Harris, you're not under arrest….yet. But tell me, why did we find your prints all over the apartment of these three girls…in their bedrooms, their bathrooms, everywhere."
Alvin smiled. "I teach them, detective benson," he said very matter-of-factly." I have been in their homes hundreds of times over the years. I have used their bathrooms sometimes and have seen their bedrooms."
"So you don't find it weird, that you, a thirty-two year old at the time were just in the bedroom of a 13 year old? And how do you explain your DNA being at two of the houses?"
Alvin was a little shaken, but not rattled. He then exhaled and begun his answer.
"Twice," he said stoically. "After our lesson was over, I went into two of the bathrooms and masturbated. I know, it was stupid and inappropriate of me, but I just had this urge I had to fill."
Olivia was disgusted by this, and she actually sort of believed him…but she also knew that if he did do this, then her gut was probably right and he was the person they were looking for. She continued to pace around him in the room, hands clasped behind her back.
"As sick as that is Harris, I know you did this. I know you overpowered each of these girls, abused your power and raped them."
"The only thing I am guilty of detective is using poor judgment, and that has only happened twice."
Olivia was beginning to get angry. She hated being toyed with, and she felt like that is exactly what this guy was doing.
"Detective, let me ask you something?"
"That's ok Mr. Harris, I'll be the one that asks the questions here if you don't mind"
Alvin acted like he didn't hear what Olivia had just said, and asked his question anyway.
"We all have vices detective. Even the most straight-laced person out there has something that makes them lose control. Have you ever lost control detective? I bet you have. Maybe even with that pretty little blonde girl out there next to your captain. When I first saw you, I thought 'I bet this detective likes tacos, not hot dogs."
Olivia seethed. She now realized she would do anything to take this guy down. On the other side of the glass, Cragen thought he would have to pull Olivia off of this guy. Meanwhile, Rollins stood there and was very embarrassed by being called out like that.
She found a way to keep her cool. "Listen. I know you did this. And what I do behind closed doors is my business. And when you're locked in a cell for the rest of your life with a three-hundred pound weightlifter next to you that reaches for you in the dark, you are going to regret saying that to me."
Just as Olivia finished up, Casey walked in, next to Harris' lawyer.
"OK, detective, cut him loose, and Alvin, don't say anything else."
Alvin got up and walked out the door, and gave Olivia a smart-ass look as he left. Casey then said that they didn't have enough to hold him, which Olivia already knew. But now, she would do anything to nail this guy's ass to the wall. Also, as she saw Casey, she noticed the green suit she was wearing that was perfectly tailored to her body. She wanted to just tear it off of her right then and there