An additional canvass of the neighborhood where Andrea Goldstein lived had turned up nothing, so Detectives Stabler and Benson returned to their Squad again to try something different to identify the perpetrator. Their plan was to get photos of the members of Squad 55 to show them to the victims.

While Stabler was on the phone, working on the photo IDs, Benson was checking the names to rule out those not starting with a "K". To be on the safe side, she also wanted to keep the names in that had a "K" somewhere in their name.

Her partner sighed and returned the phone handle to the cradle.

"They'll fax us those IDs," he informed his partner. He got up, went over to the sideboard where the coffee corner was and got himself a cup of that hot, amber liquid and went back to his desk, putting another cup of coffee on his partner's desk. She nodded "thanks" and went on to share her findings with him. Both searches had only returned one name: Derek Kitson.

"Kitson, huh?" Stabler said, looking at the name. He couldn't remember to have talked to anyone with that name at the firehouse.

A uniformed officer came in, holding up some pieces of paper.

"Detectives, this fax came for you."

Stabler grabbed it, thanked Officer Malcolm and went to his desk. His partner watched him for a while, getting anxious.

"And?" she asked after what seemed minutes to her.

Elliot held up a picture, showing a man with dark hair and brown eyes.

"Olivia, meet Firefighter Derek Kitson…"


There was no doubt to Walsh that the fire had started in that back room. Virtually every spot was burning, making it hard to see or hear anything. Wood was cracking while it burnt; glass splintered and then melted in the heat. The air was almost unbearable hot. Walsh heard his radio cracking.

"Billy, where are you?" It was Johnson.

"Back room, the fire started here. I'm checking for people…"

"Make it quick, the building won't hold much longer!" He could hear worry out of his boss' voice.

"10-4," Billy acknowledged and went on.
Suddenly, the building shook. Walsh immediately got down on all fours and hoped for the ceiling to hold just a little longer.

When he was down, he felt something touch his arm. It was a child, hiding it what seemed to be a secret stash hidden beneath the floor.

At once, Billy called it in.

"I got a life one in the back room! Repeat, I got a life one in the back room!"

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the child and retreated. He took his mask off and put it over the little boy's face.

"Just breathe, kid, we'll get you out of here!" Walsh tried to re-assure the frightened child that couldn't be older than 6 years old. The boy looked at the fireman and the fear disappeared, as if he knew he was going to be safe now. He was completely calm, his arms around Billy's neck, as they tried to make it to the spot where DK would be waiting with the rope.

Billy knew it was against the rules, but he opened his bunk gear jacket and made sure it covered the boy in his arms as well.

The house shook again, giving Walsh a hard time to keep his balance.

"Walsh, where are you? We can't hold it much longer!" DK's voice came over the radio.

But before Walsh could return anything, his colleague came into view, looking down from upstairs.

And as if on cue, the building shook once more and the ceiling came down with a cracking sound, burying Walsh and the kid underneath it…