Fin's POV:

"Move it, scumbag," I said shoving Lowell Harris roughly into the precinct's holding cell.

He stumbled forward a few steps and caught himself against the opposite wall of bars.

"I want my lawyer!" He grunted as he turned around to face me.

I stood in the open door way and smirked at him.

"Yeah," I said, "We get it. You said it every five minutes on the ride here."

Then, as if on cue, Munch emerged around the corner, hauling with him a huge, bald, tattooed criminal.

"Well, the thing is your lawyer is stuck in traffic. He won't be arriving for another 2 hours at least. Until then," I said, my smirk growing wider, "We'll just keep you in this cage with Big Bubba, here."

Harris's eyes flashed to the hulking man who was approaching, then back to me with a terrified expression.

"Big Bubba here," Munch added, "Is getting ready to do 40 years for sexual assault."

"And," Captain said, appearing from his office, "All of his victims were men from the ages of 30-40."

Harris's eyes were widened considerably, and he backed himself against the wall as Bubba was led into the cell.

"Let's see how you like being on the receiving end, Little Lowy," I said before slamming the door, laughing, and walking away with Munch and Captain. Time to switch shifts with Elliot, and I had a feeling he would enjoy having some alone time with Harris.

Elliot's POV:

Olivia's hand was soft in mine. Her darkened, heavy eyelids were closed, but every once in a while, her body would shift or she would squeeze my hand, giving me some indication that she was still 'there'. She was exhausted. Who would have known that after being in a heavy coma, one could still be so tired.

Mesmerized, I couldn't take my eyes off of her soft face. Right now, this moment, was the first time in quite a while that I've been able to just sit and think. Some of the thoughts I was getting, however, were not very peaceful.

I could still see dark bruises covering the pieces of Liv's exposed skin. And although I didn't know everything, my mind did enough imagining to come up with plenty of scenarios of how she got most of the marks.

A massive amount of hatred was stored in my heart toward the evil animals who did this to my beautiful best friend. Once I got my hands on them, they would beg for death. They would regret ever thinking about harming my partner.

My thoughts were interrupted when my cell phone began loudly buzzing in my pocket. I hurriedly reached it, trying my best to not let it wake Olivia. Luckily, I was able to answer it before she began stirring.

"Hello," I said quietly, getting up and moving outside the door of the room.

"El, it's Fin," his voice came through the phone, "How's Olivia?"

"She's good," I sighed, "She's awake.. Well, technically right now she's asleep, but she came out of the coma about an hour ago."

"That's great," he said, and I could practically hear the smile in his voice, "I knew our girl would pull through."

"Yeah, she's strong," I said with pride.

"Well, Munch, Cragen and I are headed down to the hospital to see her right now," he said, "Harris is being held at the precinct. I figured we could, you know, let you have some time with him while we were out. His lawyer should be there any minute now."

"Alright," I said, "I'll leave as soon as you guys get here. Her room is 273 on the second floor."

With that, we hung up.

Luckily, the hatred in my heart for Olivia's attackers hadn't lessened any. This was good.. I was going to need all the anger I could manage if I was going to see them soon…

Matthew Parker's POV:

Ever since the detective told me about all the blame falling on me if they couldn't get Harris, my entire body had been shaking. I kind of felt like a rat, you know, giving him up like that.. But I felt trapped. I didn't have another choice. Besides, he would have done the same to me in a heartbeat; we had always been friends, but Lowell was the most selfish person I knew.

My thoughts were driving me wild so I rested my head against my folded arms on the table, only to be disturbed a few seconds later by the door slamming open. I immediately sat up and bolted from my seat. It was Detective Tutuola.

"Did you find him?" I asked breathlessly, my heard tightening a little.

He looked at me with an arrogant smirk. He seemed much more relieved than earlier.

"Yeah, we found him," he said. My heart fluttered with relief.

"But," He added, "Olivia's awake at the hospital. And when she's ready, she is going to tell us every detail of what went on in that storage barn. You are going to be charged even more because she's a cop. Basically, you won't be seeing daylight for quite some time after we throw you away turning trial. I am going to go visit her now, and hopefully get some information from her. I thought I'd just leave you to ponder some of what I had to say. Goodbye now."

He turned and walked out the door with a confidence in his strut. Right then, I knew it. Harris and I had made our biggest mistake. We weren't getting out of this one.

Elliot's POV:

I walked through the precinct doors with determination, impatiently rode up the silent elevator, and once I got to the SVU floor, stormed over to the holding cell. There he was. I could see him clear as day.

I thought I would have been able to control myself, but I should have known better. I could practically feel my eyes go red at the sight of the man who raped, tortured, and injured my best friend.

"Hey," I shouted violently, running toward the cell.

He, and everyone else in the room, looked up at me.

From across the room, I caught sight of some of my coworker's eyes, reminding me to keep my cool. (If that was possible)

With gritting teeth and steaming anger, I turned to face Harris.

I yanked open the door with a clenched fist, but before I could do anything I would regret, I was stopped by an annoying voice."

"I know you aren't trying to talk to my client without his attorney present, Detective Stabler," Came the approaching voice of Harris's annoying defense lawyer, Hunter - the same one who represented him in the Sealview incident.

"Of course not," I retorted, "and we don't need to. We have everything we need against your client."

"Oh, but don't be so confident detective," He said with a mischievous grin, "I have something that might rain on your little 'justice' parade."

Annnnndddddddddd, I think I'll leave you with that for now! (: What does Harris's Lawyer have up his sleeve? How can he put a hole in this bullet proof case? Tune in next time on When it All Comes Back… Yeah, that sounded like a soap opera commercial. Lol anyways, I really hope this didn't suck! Review!