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"For the last time, I didn't do anything."
Elliot slammed his fist down on the table and walked out of the room, leaving Jerry in the room by himself.
"Well, that was productive." Casey had been watching the entire interview. "I mean, you finally got him to say more than 'I didn't do anything' in the last sentence there."
"If you think this is so easy why don't you try?" Elliot was tired, annoyed, and above all mad. He had been interviewing Jerry for the last two hours and nothing had come of it. Looking at Fin and John as they walked towards him, he guesses that they hadn't had any luck with the others.
"Did he confess?" Fin asked, hoping to hear some good news.
"No, and I'm tired of trying with him. Did you have any luck?"
"No, but I don't think that they were the ones who came up with the plans." Munch answered Elliot's questioned.
"Oh, and what makes you think that?"
"They're not smart enough. While they didn't say anything about the crimes, they basically told us their life stories." Fin scoffed. He'd heard Alex's sob story, and the worst part of his life was that he didn't get a car for his 16th birthday. Fin had no sympathy what-so-ever for these people.
"I don't care who planned the whole thing, I'm prosecuting all of them. That means we need one to confess and drag the others in on it." Casey had listened to the entire exchange. "Has Liv had any luck at all?"
"Liv…hasn't exactly questioned any of them yet." Elliot told Casey.
"'Hasn't exactly questioned them yet!' What does that mean?"
"She has been talking to the victims families over the phone, trying to get them to come down and see if these are their daughter's boyfriends. We need more of a conformation."
"Well, get her in here. We need them to confess so she might as well try." Casey shook her head; she had never known Olivia to avoid questioning a suspect before.
Elliot walked over to Olivia's desk and waited for her to hang up the phone. When she did, Olivia looked up at Elliot, speaking before he could.
"The mother's of Caity and Jill will be coming down this afternoon sometime."
"That's great. I know you must be tired of sitting at a desk. Feel like having a go at one of our perps?" Elliot looked at Olivia, expecting her to nod immediately.
"Um… well… I still have to call Meghan's family."
Elliot was shocked. Olivia had never turned down an opportunity to get away from her desk.
"Forget about that for right now. We need you to give it a shot, Olivia." Cragen said as he walked up behind the two of them. "Go try and get Jerry to say anything new, Elliot can make the phone-call since he's already standing next to the phone."
Olivia nodded, walking slowly towards the interrogation rooms followed closely by Cragen and leaving behind a very concerned-looking Elliot. Great, now I have no excuse for avoiding these people. And the worst part is I have no clue why I am so afraid to actually talk to them.
Olivia nodded towards Casey, Munch, and Fin as she walked passed them towards the door to the room where Jerry was being held. She took a deep breath then pulled open the door and marched in, not really knowing what she was about to face.
"Hello Jerry, I'm Detective Benson. I will be interrogating you today."
Jerry looked up and smiled. "That should be interesting."
"Oh? You find it interesting when people interrogate you? Is that why you didn't answer anybody's questions? You wanted the game to go on longer?" Olivia asked, taking a seat on one end of the table.
"Yes, I guess that you could give that as a reason." Jerry shrugged. "You're co-workers pathetic attempts at interrogation amused me. Maybe you will do a better job."
"What did you say about Jerry not saying two words? He seems to be talking alright to me." Cragen asked Elliot from the other side of the glass.
Elliot shook his head and looked back towards Olivia and Jerry. He was just as amazed as Cragen was.
"So, why did you rape and murder these women?" Olivia asked, pointing to the pictures that Elliot had left on the table when he left the room.
"What makes you think that I did anything to them?"
"Well, for starters, you knew every single victim, and in a city this size, that is a pretty unlikely coincidence.
"You could look at it that way or you could say that in a busy city of this size, everybody is bound to run into everybody else at some point in time. Besides, that's all it is, coincidence."
Olivia shook her head; this man was smarter than he looked at first. "You're buddies were dating five of these girls, and you were dating one of them. Don't they look at all familiar to you?"
"Now that you say that, I do remember some of them. I must have met them in passing though, because I don't really remember their faces. As for one of them being my girlfriend, someone was lying to you. I don't date."
"Oh, why is that? Do you find it easier to rape girls than to ask one on a date?"
"Well, when you think about it, it would be easier to rape someone than to date them. After all, when you rape someone you don't have to buy them dinner."
"How do you think the women feel about that situation?" Olivia couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. He was denying ever raping anybody, but he was willing to talk to about rape in general. Maybe I can use that to my advantage she thought. Maybe he'll admit to something accidentally.
"I'm not a woman, so I wouldn't know. But I'm sure you could tell me all about how it feels for them" Olivia gasped staring at Jerry as he continued. "You know, I never did get to thank you for that wonderful night. My friends and I had a great time. All the others didn't fight back, but you, you put up the best fight that I have ever seen."
Olivia's face was white by now, and she responded immediately to the knock on the window that meant she was supposed to leave the room. Olivia gladly walked out, never once glancing at the man that she now knew to be her rapist.