"Our murdered escort was not attacked by the same people who raped Matt Casey," Olivia told the detectives in the squad room. "DNA came back, the killer is one James C. Racz, a repeat sex offender who has been in and out of Rikers for half a dozen charges in the last decade, he was last paroled 2 months ago."
"That wonderful rehabilitation we keep hearing so much about," Munch dryly commented.
"What about the DNA from Matt's case?" Voight asked.
"Not in the system, whoever these guys are, they've managed to not get caught before," Olivia said.
"So they're smart."
"Too smart, they knew to scout out a secluded area where not only were there no witnesses at the time of the attack but no surveillance cameras in that neighborhood and any that were weren't working," Elliot said.
"How's Matt holding up?" Olivia asked Hank.
"Kelly's staying at the hospital with him for the time being," Voight answered. "Apparently Casey's been having reactions to the antibiotics the docs gave him after the rape kit. Was there any news on the DNA yet?"
"Only one, Matt's own DNA is excluded from the semen found at the scene," Olivia said.
"So we put him through hell for nothing," Elliot realized.
"He's an adult, he can deal with it," Voight said. He folded his arms against his chest and asked Olivia, "Are you sure there's no way to light a fire under the techs to dump Casey's phone records?"
She looked at him with a half amused smirk and replied, "Our city, our house, our rules."
"Fair enough," he said.
"In the meantime we've been checking with Special Victims in the other 4 boroughs to see if they have any open rape cases that match ours," Elliot said. "There were only a few that they've been called to, and of them only a handful of the men were willing to say anything, the rest all deny anything happened and refuse to talk to investigators, so we really have no way of knowing if they're connected or not."
"And the ones that talked?" Voight asked.
"They all agree they didn't get a good look at their attackers, wouldn't be able to make any IDs," Olivia told him.
"Rape kits?"
"Most declined to have them done, others are stuck in a backlog of thousands of untested kits," she said.
"So what now?" Voight asked.
Cragen entered the squad room and answered, "We wait and see what develops in the morning, it's time for everyone to clock out."
"Are you heading back to the hospital, Hank?" Olivia asked as she sorted the paperwork at her desk to put away until tomorrow.
"I'll check on them later, yeah."
"Where're you staying in the meantime?" she asked.
"I'll get a hotel room," he answered.
"You mean you don't-" Olivia stopped, remembering that Voight had stayed at Casey's bedside all night while he was unconscious, "right..." she looked around and noticed the guys had already cleared out. She turned back to the Chicago cop and asked, "Would you mind walking me out?"
He smiled briefly and replied, "Nah, not at all."
"I feel bad we never get to meet under any better circumstances than these," Olivia said as they left the building.
"That's life, especially for cops," Voight replied.
"Still, it'd be nice if we could get together once without it being because somebody was assaulted or kidnapped," she pointed out.
"True that."
"Uh..." she stopped by her car and said, "instead of getting a hotel room...after you finish at the hospital, why don't you come over to my apartment?"
Even in the dark she was able to make out the sly smirk on Voight's face. "Detective, is that an invitation?"
"Yeah," she answered smugly.
Her bluntness got a chuckle out of the Intelligence sergeant. He looked at her, and then nodded his head, "Okay, sure, it's a date."
She smiled at him. "I'll be waiting."
"Nice place you got here," Voight said as he looked around Olivia's apartment.
"Oh I'm sure it's not as nice as your place," she replied as they sat down on her couch with a couple drinks. "How're Matt and Kelly doing?"
"Casey's been sedated, Kelly's going to stay with him tonight, if there's any update he's going to call me," Hank answered.
"I wish we had more to go on, Hank," Olivia said.
"Still sure you can't light a fire under your tech crew?" Voight asked.
"You think Casey knows the men who did this?" she asked.
"Well he didn't just come out here for nothing, did he?"
"Any ideas?"
Voight shook his head. "I don't know much about Casey's private life, but I know he's not gay. And I don't know why he'd come out here."
"You seem very involved for somebody who tried to kill him," she noted. In a more serious tone she added, "I can't believe you'd actually do that."
"Olivia, do you know me at all?" Voight replied.
"Hank-"
"Like I said, not something I'm proud of," he told her. "In hindsight I knew how big of a mess I made things...when I walked into that bar that night, I knew it didn't matter what I said, he wasn't going to accept my apology, but I figured it was a starting point. I'm just sorry that I wasn't able to fix things between us before Hallie got murdered."
Olivia looked at him and commented, "That really was a turning point for you two, wasn't it?"
"Well...it made it so he could stand being in the same room as me," Hank answered, "I guess we inched along from there."
"So again, why are you so involved in his case?" she asked.
Voight looked at her through one eye, and turned his head and told her, "If you breathe a word of this to anybody, you'll be sorry."
"What?" Olivia asked, finding herself almost amused by his threats.
Hank looked at her and explained, "You think it wasn't hard to look at my kid and realize he didn't just screw up his own life but he completely ruined somebody else's and the family's too? Then there's this firefighter...he's willing to do the right thing even if it means he gets killed...that's what I thought I raised my son to be like, I've spent a lot of years wondering where I went wrong, thinking I could fix it, fix him."
Olivia merely nodded, "I get that, I know the feeling."
"You know...Matt Casey is almost young enough he could be my kid," Hank told her.
Olivia blinked, "Okay, that's a little more than I needed to know," she let out a small laugh.
Voight intertwined his fingers together under his chin and stared straight ahead and told the SVU detective, "I think what I resented most of him back then is that he's what Justin should have been like. I couldn't figure out where I'd failed him, and I took it out on Casey."
Olivia slowly nodded, "And you've been trying to make up for it ever since."
Hank shrugged, "He's a good guy, he didn't deserve what happened to him...and he doesn't deserve this."
Olivia rapped her knuckles against the arm of the couch, "Matt's not talking, the DNA doesn't match anybody in the database...and we can't get into his phone...I don't know what we're going to do."
Voight's eyes widened ever so slightly, looking every bit the part like a light bulb had just gone off over his head. He turned towards Olivia and told her, "I do."
"What?" she asked.
Instead of answering, Hank pulled out his phone and dialed a number. A few seconds later there was an answer.
"Antonio, it's me," he said. "Listen, break into Casey's apartment, get his laptop and get the tech guys started on it."
"Hank?" Olivia said.
Voight disconnected the call and told her, "Whatever we'll eventually find on his phone, my money says there's at least a trace of it on his home computer, one way or another we're going to get to the bottom of this."
"It's not legal," Olivia told him. "You just told a cop to break and enter and steal the victim's property. There is no way this will hold up in court."
"That only matters if he was in direct contact with the guy who raped him," Voight replied. "We're going to operate on the assumption that it was just wrong place, wrong time and had nothing to do with why he came out here."
Olivia rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she had to admit he had a point. They had nothing to go on, and for whatever reason Matt Casey came out to New York, he wasn't acting like a victim, he clearly had something to hide, the question was what, and how did it connect to his attack, or did it?
"Casey's being released from Mercy General, Severide's going to bring him down soon to sign for his personal effects," Voight told the SVU detectives the next morning.
"Well that's a good way to get him into an interview room," Munch commented, "the question is what'll make him talk?"
"I got an ace up my sleeve," Voight said. "I if I have to, I think I can break that ice."
"What's that?" Fin asked.
"I had my guys get Casey's computer at home and get the techs looking over it, if we can't get into his phone history, we should be able to find something on his laptop," Voight told them, "and when he finds this out-"
"Heads are gonna roll," Munch commented. "The question is who's going to tell him?"
"I will," Hank answered.
"Oh good, I already had my back cracked once this month after apprehending a meth head," Munch said as he went over to his desk and sat down.
"We've tried running similar MOs of attacks on men who weren't locals, were here from out of state," Elliot explained, "even ran a cross-reference against any other vics with the same physical characteristics as Casey just incase our perp has a specific type, got nothing."
"Yeah well," Voight responded, "hopefully my guys will be able to come up with something soon."
"It would help if we had Severide in our corner to make sure Casey stays put and doesn't hop the next plane heading back to Chicago," Olivia said.
Voight nodded. "I'll handle Casey, you convince Severide it's in Matt's best interest to see this through."
