The next morning, Elliot woke to the sun shining through the blinds and a serious cramp in his neck. He groaned softly as he sat up in his chair, rubbing his sore neck. He smiled a little as he watched Olivia sleep. She looked so peaceful. Totally opposite of her everyday character.

*Then again, she isn't the same anymore,* Elliot reminded himself. Olivia was totally out of character since he had woken up and found himself in their apartment. It disturbed him to see her so easily shaken and to see her cry.

He barely noticed when Dr. Rosefeld walked in. "I thought I told you to keep it brief," He said with a smile. Elliot looked up at him and shrugged. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

"No harm. I think it's good for her to have someone familiar around," He commented as he carefully checked Olivia's vitals. Elliot snorted to himself, thinking of the irony of his statement when just the day before Elliot had told Olivia that she wasn't real.

There was a soft knock at the door as it creaked open slowly. Fin's head poked in. "Hey, man. I heard about what happened."

Elliot nodded slowly, trying to figure out how Fin had heard about Olivia, knowing he hadn't called anyone. Dr. Rosefeld noticed Elliot's perplexed expression. "I called him last night. Your cell phone had fallen out of your pocket and I looked in your address book to see whom I could call. I, uh... I hope you don't mind, it was an extreme invasion of privacy, I'm sure."

Elliot shook his head quickly. "No, no. I'm glad you did." Dr. Rosefeld nodded to Fin to come in and went back to recording all of Olivia's data on the thin clipboard in his hands.

"So how's she doing?" Fin asked. Elliot shrugged. "I think she's okay. They said they're probably going to release her today if things go all right."

Fin nodded. "That's good."

Elliot hesitated, not wanting to discuss work, but needing an answer. "So, um... did you find anything on our mystery minister?"

Fin shrugged and shook his head, his eyes still focused on Olivia's sleeping form. "No nothing. I backtracked everyone we talked to yesterday this morning and they said they didn't know where he was if he wasn't at home. But who knows if this Roger Johnson even exists anyway."

Dr. Rosefeld turned. "Roger Johnson? He's my minister. From Mount View Presbyterian, right?"

Elliot and Fin exchanged glances. "Yeah, that's the one."

"I know where he is. He went out of town for a few days. I think he said that he'll be back today."

Fin looked quickly over at Elliot, eyes wide. "Did he say what time he'd be back?"

"Sure. Sometime this afternoon."

Elliot held up a hand, confused. "Wait, but how do you know about this?"

Dr. Rosefeld shrugged. "His wife told me."

"Wife, huh? No one ever mentioned any wife. Can we have her name?"

"Sure. Dana. Dana Johnson."

Elliot and Fin looked at each other, hoping that their instincts were wrong. "Dana? Her maiden name wouldn't happen to be Lowell, would it?"

Dr. Rosefeld looked surprised. "Why, yes. It is. But how would you...?"

"I'd better go find Dana and get her back in interrogation. This time she damn well better start telling the truth," Fin muttered almost angrily.

"Hey Fin, I'd go with you, but I think I better-"

"Go Elliot. You go back to work. I'll be fine here."

Elliot looked down at Olivia, who still had sleep glazed over her eyes. "Hey. How much of that did you hear?"

Olivia looked at him seriously. "Enough. Go. I'll be fine."

Elliot nodded. He reached for the table where Dr. Rosefeld had placed his cell phone and put it in Olivia's hand. "I'm just a phone call away," He said softly. Giving her a small kiss on her forehead and one last sorrowful glance, Elliot was out the door with Fin to go find Dana Lowell and her mystery husband.
"So why didn't you tell us that you were married to your minister?" Fin, Munch and Elliot were circling Dana like a team of hawks claiming their prey. Dana eyed them nervously. "I-I didn't think that it mattered."

"Yeah well, guess what Dana, it does matter. If not to our investigation, then to your participation in this investigation," It was Elliot's turn to lecture. "Refraining from telling us any information is going to make you an unreliable witness and then we can't do anything about the alleged rape."

Dana cringed. "I... I really don't think I can help you with this anyway, detectives. I told you I didn't see who raped her."

"Oh really? Why don't you tell us again? We know you're lying anyway," Munch said bluntly.

"Stop it! I'm not! I have no idea who raped her!"

"If we find out that you're lying to us, and the rapist finds out that you squealed, we are not going to protect you," Fin almost yelled, inches away from her face. "We can't protect a lying wimp who's more concerned with her own safety than the well-being of a fellow church member!"

The room was silent. Tears were slowly streaming down Dana's cheeks. She looked up. Her eyes were dark and blank. "I want a lawyer."

Munch, Elliot and Fin exchanged glances. "No need. We'll just talk to your husband."

The three walked out quickly, Dana staring at them as they left, mouth hanging open in shock.
"So reverend, where've you been?" Munch asked as they entered the second interrogation room where Reverend Roger Johnson was waiting patiently.

"I was in Tennessee visiting my mother. She's ill," He said calmly, his hands folded on the table.

"Your wife told us that you went to Carrie's house and she had tried to commit suicide, is that true?"

Roger sighed and shook his head, his eyes cast at the table. "Yes. It was so tragic. I walked in just as she slit her wrists."

"So how'd you stop her?" Fin asked, stepping closer to the reverend, eyeing him suspiciously for any indication that he could be lying. After all, it could run in the family.

"I grabbed the piece of glass out of her hand. I grabbed her wrist and I made her look at the blood. I said to her, "Carrie Fowler, God does not want you to die this way!" And she began to cry and beg for forgiveness."

"Are you aware that Carrie Fowler was recently raped in your church while you were out of town?" Munch asked.

Roger looked up at him, his glassy eyes looked partially stunned. "Well, I... Dana told me that something had happened while I was away, but I had no idea what..."

"When did you leave for Mississippi?" Munch asked.

"Uh, Tennessee."

"Whatever."

"Well, I left three days ago, when my mom called in and told me that she was not well. So I jumped on the 5.40 flight."

"You just left your wife behind? Why didn't she go with you?" All of Elliot's questions wanted to come out fast and furiously, but he restrained from doing so, despite his longing to return to Olivia.

Roger shook his head sadly. "No. My mother and my wife have never gotten along. We thought it best if she stayed here."

"Okay, Mr. Johnson that should be all. We'll be in contact if there's anything else."

The three men exited the interrogation room quickly where they met Cragen. "We'll phone the mom in Kentucky and check the story with her," Munch said. Fin rolled his eyes. "Tennessee, you nimrod."

Munch shrugged. "Whatever."

"The wife left a few minutes ago. She wasn't happy, ranting and raving about you questioning her husband without her consent," Cragen shrugged.

Elliot frowned. "Hmm. Sweet, innocent witness Dana ranting and raving, that's an oxymoron."

Munch nodded. "No kidding. And that her Reverend husband needs his wife's consent to be questioned. Something doesn't fit here."

"Why don't you drop by their house later? You know, surprise visit. See how the home life is," Cragen said.

"What, you want us to hide in the bushes under their living room window dressed in camouflage and listen to their conversations?" Munch asked sarcastically.

"No, actually, I was thinking more along the lines of knocking on the door," Cragen said mater-of-factly. He looked at Elliot. "Meanwhile, you better get back to the hospital. I'm sure you want to be with Olivia when she gets discharged."

Elliot nodded. "Yeah I'd better get back."

"Give her our love," Munch called to Elliot as he rushed out the door. Even as he drove to the hospital, trying to concentrate on Olivia, he couldn't help but think about the case. Something wasn't adding up, but he wasn't sure what it was.

"I'm sure I'll find out soon enough," He mumbled under his breath, clutching the steering wheel tightly. Little did he know how soon it would be.