She answers the call.

"Benson?"

"The DNA is a match," Melinda reveals.

"Thanks," she hangs up.

She grabs her things, and heads for the door. Before she makes it, she gets a text message. She returns to her desk. She scribbles a name down. She makes her way over to her partner's desk. She hands him the sticky note.

"What's this?" he questions.

"Someone who should be a suspect," she answers.

"Ok, where are you going?"

"Melinda confirmed DNA. The victim is Nate. I'm going to go tell his parents."

"I'll go with you."

She shakes her head, "I know them. I'll go."

"Are you sure."

"I'll tell them, you work on finding who did this to him."

"Ok," he agrees.

She sits in her car, parked on the street, outside a familiar house, in suburbia. She thinks about all of times she's been to this house. This had been her son's home away from home. Kelly stayed home. When the boys were younger, they were attached at the hip. She takes a deep breath, and gets out of the car. She walks across the street, to the sidewalk. She takes deliberately slow steps, up the walkway, towards the door, in an attempt to delay the inevitable. She stops when she reaches the door. She raises her fist, and knocks. She hears footsteps, inside. It only takes a few seconds, before the door swings open.

A woman, the same age as her, stands on the other side. She's got blonde hair, and brown eyes. Kelly looks at her, in silence.

"Can I come in?" Olivia asks.

Kelly nods, still saying nothing. Olivia closes the door, as she enters the house. Finally Kelly says something.

"Would you like some cookies, they're fresh out of the oven?"

"No," Olivia leads her to the living room.

"Olivia, what are you doing here, in the middle of the day?"

Olivia points to the couch, "Kelly, have a seat."

Kelly slowly lowers herself onto a cushion, of the couch.

"What's going on?"

"Where is Chris?"

"He's at work."

"You should call him. He should come home."

"He's out of town. He's in Indianapolis."

"You should have him come home," Olivia advises.

"Why? What's going on?"

"Did the school call you?"

"Yes. I know Nate didn't go to school, this morning."

"You weren't worried?"

"You know my son. My boy isn't like yours. He doesn't play by the rules. He thinks that he is entitled to do whatever he pleases. Honestly, I don't know where I went wrong with him. I wish that I could say he never skips school, but that would be a lie. He plays hooky, more frequently than I would like. There is some girl that he hangs out with, I think."

"Do you know her name?"

"Sierra. What is this about? Olivia, why are you here?"

"We found Nate, this morning."

"We, who? You, and Ethan?"

"NYPD."

"He's in jail? What did he do?"

"No, he's not in jail."

"What happened?"

"Kelly, we found Nate in an alley."

"He's hurt? He's in the hospital? Which one, I'll..." she begins to panic.

"No. Kelly, he's not a the hospital."

"Where is he?"

"He's in the morgue. Kelly, he's dead."

"What? No. It can't be him. You've made a mistake. Not my son."

"I recognized his tattoo."

"His tattoo? You didn't recognize him?"

"Nate was brutalized. I'll spare you the details."

"Maybe it's not him."

"We found his phone, in his pocket."

"Maybe someone stole it," she hopes.

"Ethan took one of Nate's sweat bands out of his gym locker. DNA confirmed that it's Nate."

"No, you're wrong," she begins to break down.

Olivia hugs her, "I'm so sorry."

"Where is Ethan? Is he ok?"

"He's at home, he's fine."

"I haven't seen much of him, lately. He was supposed to be here, last night, but Nate called, and cancelled."

"I am so sorry."

"Does Ethan know who did this to my son?"

"He said he might know. We're tracking down that lead, now."

"How am I going to tell Chris?"

"Call him, and tell him to come home. Don't tell him over the phone."

"We tried for such a long time, to have Nate."

"I know."

"He was our miracle baby. After we had him, we tried for years, to have another baby, and we couldn't. He was our only child. What am I supposed to do? My son is dead. How am I supposed to..." she trails off.

"I promise, I am going to find, whoever did this to him, ok?"

"I know that you will."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"No. I'll be ok."

"You're going to have to come to the precinct and answer some questions," Olivia adds.

"Of course," she nods, "Let me call Chris, and then I'll meet you there."

"Why don't I drive you? You shouldn't really be alone, right now."

"Ok," she agrees.