A/N: A discussion with Trevor, who leads them to a surprising suspect, and a phone call from a stranger catches Olivia and Elliot by surprise.

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As soon as the class, that Elliot actually found quite fascinating when he wasn't staring at Olivia's neck, was over, the pair stood and made their way down the steps to meet the odyssey known as Trevor Langan. Elliot tapped him on the shoulder and he turned.

"Oh, if it isn't the nosy prick from the…" Trevor stopped mid-sentence when he saw Olivia. "And who might this charming young woman be?"

"This charming young woman might be my girlfriend," Elliot seethed, "So stop looking at her like that."

Trevor ignored Elliot and reached for Olivia's hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it softly. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you," he swooned.

Olivia rolled her eyes, casually wiping the back of her hand off on her thigh. "Likewise," she mumbled sarcastically. "Look, we have to talk to you."

"We?" Trevor said, raising an eyebrow. "I hope you are using the formal we, to just mea yourself…and myself." He grinned slyly at her and said, "Because I think any conversation we may have would be much more fun without that smarmy asshole."

"Smarmy?" Olivia said with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, well, no. I meant the two of us, and we both need to talk to you."

Trevor rolled his eyes and sighed. "Well," he said, "If you do most of the talking, I'm sure I won't even notice him."

As they walked, Elliot leaned into Olivia closely, "Liv, I swear to God, I'm gonna punch him. I'm gonna fucking punch…"

"Our only lead, El," Olivia interrupted. "I wanna give him a nice kick in the ass, too, but…"

Elliot pulled her toward him, kissing her, cutting into her words.

Olivia, though kissing him back willingly, smirked against his lips and hit him in the arm. Again, he was marking his territory. She pulled away and chuckled, "God, El, why don't you just pee on me or something?"

Elliot laughed as they continued to walk, taking Trevor to an empty conference room to have their little chat.

"Any luck?" Cragen asked Fin and Munch as they walked back into the squadroom.

Fin nodded and ran a hand down his face. "We found him, two uni's are bringing him up now. Can't arrest him, but we can talk to him." He paused, watching Munch pour two cups of coffee, suddenly panicking that he was going to have to drink one. "I can't believe we had a connection like that right under our goddamned noses."

"Explains why he was so hard on them," Munch said. "Why he pushed him more than her, to see how far he really would go, since he would have actually had to save her life."

Fin took the mug, with a forced smile, from Munch and sipped down the sludge. "Yeah, but now he's claiming it was an undercover op to get to her father. To have him make a move…"

"Bullshit," Cragen said, folding his arms. "I would have known about it. And according to Serena, she had been talking to him for years, long before Olivia was even in the program. Ed couldn't have known…" he paused, and his eyes closed as he realized something.

"What?" Fin asked, putting the mug down and leaning forward.

Munch grew concerned, too, and crossed his own arms. "Cap?" he questioned.

"The whole thing with Olivia," Cragen said, "Was a setup. Serena went too far, knowing Olivia would crack, and she called Ed and me…Ed must have told her that she would be watched by him…"

"You got it, Don," Ed Tucker said, being escorted into the bullpen. "But I was honestly never going to let her father hurt her. I was just…"

"Using her as bait!" Cragen spat, turning on his former employee, former friend. "What have you got on him, Ed? We need a fucking name, and a reason you would bring her into this, under false pretenses, after making a deal with her mother, to get to him!"

Ed sighed, running a hand down his face. "Off the record?"

"My ass," Cragen spat, walking toward the metal door and pushing it open. "Welcome to your first official interrogation, Sergeant Tucker."

"Is that it, then?" Olivia asked, a smirk on her face and her arms folded. "You're just gonna keep saying 'attorney-client privilege' over and over again?" She chuckled and moved one hand slowly down her body, starting at her neck.

This action made both Elliot and Trevor melt. They were practically drooling.

"Silly, Trevor," Olivia said, narrowing her eyes. "You're not a real attorney," she said, her fingertips tugging lightly at the hem of her pants.

Elliot had to close his eyes and breathe. He shouldn't be thinking about throwing her up against the wall, or bending her over the empty desk behind her, they were working here.

Trevor couldn't close his eyes. He was mesmerized. Completely transfixed by her. He silently begged the hand to keep moving.

Move it did, as Olivia brought her hand lower, slowly running over her toned stomach. "But," she said, moving her hand toward her hip, "I am a real cop." She slammed the badge onto the table in front of him and leaned over. She heard him whimper and she smirked.

Elliot grinned at her, smugly. She was good. "I think what my partner is trying to say, Trevor, is that you really don't have any legal obligation to keep what you know a secret," he said, walking over to Olivia. "And if you don't tell us here, we can always bring you down to the…"

Trevor, still staring up at Olivia, who he was both petrified of and turned on by, said, "I'll talk." Then he cleared his throat and tried to breathe. "But what's in it for me?"

"The satisfaction of knowing you took a rapist off the streets and saved a few hundred or so potential victims," Olivia said, appalled by his greed.

"Do better than that," Trevor said. Then he looked her up and down and smirked seductively at her, curling his lips as he said, "Detective."

Elliot, remembering something Cassidy had said to them, took a step closer and said, "We'll make a few calls. You talk, we'll get you an interview at Columbia."

"Are you serious?" Trevor asked, his jaw dropping.

"Yes," Elliot said, putting a hand on Olivia's shoulder, pulling, bringing her back up to an upright position. "We can't get you in, but we get you…"

"An interview is all I need," Trevor said, sitting up straight. He sighed and said, "Here's what I know. The guy lives on my floor. He comes home every Thursday night, bragging that he'd gotten lucky at some sorority party. Always the same story. Friday mornings, we all wake up to the news that another girl was found raped and killed somewhere between the sorority house and campus. It's always the girls he claims he's been with, but he keeps swearing to me that they were alive when he left them."

"Okay," Olivia said, sliding her hands down to her hips, using the right one to return the badge to its rightful place. "What's his name?"

Trevor flushed. "I don't know if I should…"

"Come on, buddy," Elliot said, leaning over to where Olivia had just been. "Columbia," he teased in a sing-song voice.

"His name's Randall," Trevor said sighing. "Randall Jeffries."

Hearing that last name, Olivia and Elliot looked at each other. Olivia nodded and left the room to call Cragen, and Elliot made Trevor write and sign his statement. He called a friend at the District Attorney's office, and right in front of Trevor, made the arrangements for his interview. "See? Held up my end of the deal," he said. He then handed Trevor a business card and said, "If you remember anything else, or if you hear anything else, call me."

"Is, uh, your partner gonna give me her number, too?" Trevor asked, grinning.

Elliot cracked his knuckles. "Not on your life pal," he said. Then he opened the door and walked out, wondering what the hell they had just gotten themselves into.

As soon as the door opened, a tiny blonde blur flew into Elliot's arms. He chuckled heartily and kissed the side of Maureen's head. "Hey, sweetie," he cooed. "Were you a good girl for Grandma?"

"Uh-huh," Maureen said, nodding, as she squirmed in Elliot's arms, trying to get to Olivia.

"Go ahead," Elliot said, chuckling, and handing the tot to Olivia. He turned to his waiting mother and asked, "How was she, really?"

"A little angel," Bernie declared. "We do have a problem, though."

Elliot's eyes widened, as did Olivia's.

"There's a problem with Maury?" Olivia asked, worried. "What?"

Bernie was honestly touched by Olivia's concern. "Well, not a problem, so much as an issue. She, uh, she asked me to take her to see her mother."

Elliot gasped. "What? How? She doesn't even remember what Kathy looks…"

"She was talking about Olivia," Bernie interrupted. "She asked me if I could take her to see 'Mommy and Daddy' and I asked, ya know, because I was confused, who 'Mommy' was and she said…"

"Wifuh!" Maureen chirped with a giggle. "Mommy!" she said, touching Olivia's nose.

Olivia smiled back at the little girl, and though she had heard the toddler call her that before, this was the first time it was this loud, this clear, in front of his mother, and she didn't seem angry. "Why is this an issue?" Olivia asked, still nuzzling the little girl's nose.

"Well," Bernie said, "If you ever leave…"

"We've been through this, Ma!" Elliot spat. "We've had this same exact discussion the last time you heard Maury call her something that sounded like 'Mommy.' She's not going anywhere."

Bernie sighed. "Check your messages, Elliot. I didn't mean she would be leaving willingly." She kissed her son on the cheek, then kissed Olivia's cheek, surprising her. "Goodnight," she said, opening the door and walking out.

Elliot walked over to the side table and pushed the button on the answering machine. As the message played, Olivia and Elliot grew closer, and more worried. "Okay," he said, "We're calling Cragen. Right the fuck now." He stopped the machine, flipped it open, and pulled out the mini-disc. "Ya know, no. We're just gonna go down there. He needs to hear this."

Olivia nodded, keeping Maureen in her arms, and Elliot kissed both of their foreheads. "El," she said, looking up, "I'm not scared."

"I know you're not," Elliot said, smiling. "Come on." He led the both of them back out the door, holding what may the recorded voice of Olivia's father in his hand.

A/N: Ohhh. What did Ed Tucker say in the interrogation? Is Randall Jeffries related to Monique? How? Was that the last we've seen of Trevor Langan? And what, exactly, is on the message left by Olivia's father? Wanna know? Leave a message of your own! Here, or on Twitter. TMG212