This chapter's rated somewhere around PG-13 for language, depending on what you consider to be PG-13 material. I'd rate it an R, but I don't think it's quite that bad.

Olivia stared up at the tall hospital, unwilling to let herself be afraid of what was inside. She knew that inside was the monster that had probably killed her stepfather and made her and her mother change lives, but she still refrained from showing any fear.

Elliot came up behind her after paying the cabbie. He sighed. "I really think that we need to get a rental car," Munch said, seeing Elliot. Elliot rolled his eyes. "Yeah well, my wallet's liking this whole cab thing a lot better."

"Are we ready to go in?" Elliot looked to Olivia. Her steady brown eyes held a look of courage and Elliot felt a sudden swell of pride in her. She nodded. "Let's go."

The wide automatic doors opened and the detectives stepped in. Glancing around, Elliot led the group over to the receptionist, who was on the phone. "Excuse me, we need Jimmy Derkins's room please," He said, flashing his badge alongside Munch, Fin and Olivia. The receptionist who's name tag read Patty, looked up and sighed in exasperation. She rested the phone in the crook of her neck against her ear and typed on her computer.

"Uh... Jimmy Derkins... floor eleven, room 18," she muttered, shuffling through her computer files.

"Thank you," Elliot offered. She just glared at him, as if displeased by being interrupted.

They walked down the hall to the elevators and waited as the elevator came down. No one said a word until it did.

"Wonder what kind of information we'll get out of a psycho in the nut palace," Munch muttered as they stepped into the elevator. Fin tapped the eleventh floor button and glared at him. "Maybe this psycho in the nut palace had something to do with Ruben Burke's murder."

"Well, considering the fact that he had been arrested and admitted at the time of Ruben Burke's death, the possibility of it being him are really slim," Munch snapped back.

"Guys, it's not going to hurt to check and see what he knows, whether he's our killer or not," Olivia broke in.

It was quiet for a moment before Elliot asked, "Olivia, did you get a good look at the two guys in the alley? Good enough to pick them out of a crowd?"

Olivia scoffed. "Of course. You don't forget the faces of the people who want you dead," She quipped wryly. Elliot nodded. "Yeah, and I'd know the face of that guy on the corner anywhere. So there's two of us who can identify our perp. Let's see if Mr. Derkins can fill in the blanks."

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"I-I really don't think that it would be such a good idea," The nurse identified as Kylie Olsen stuttered nervously. "Mr. Derkins isn't the friendliest person in the world. Interrogating him will probably set him off, and I don't want to have to deal with that."

"Ms. Olsen, this is not an interrogation. We just want to ask him a few questions," Olivia corrected.

Kylie sighed. "Well... okay. But I'm warning you, of all the mental patients in this ward, Mr. Derkins is the worst. He has a tendency to have uncontrollable anger spells and if he does, you have to move quick or else he'll..." She trailed off.

"Or else he'll what?" Fin asked. Kylie sighed. "He says that he's killed before and he'll kill again. Somehow, I don't think that's too far above him."

The detectives looked at each other. "Um... yeah, thanks. I think we'll be all right," Munch said. Kylie nodded, turned, and hurried down the hall, as if wanting to get as far away from the cops as she could.

"That was reassuring," Olivia muttered, touching the gun on her belt. Elliot chuckled softly, seeing her action. "At least we'll know that if anything happens, Olivia won't hesitate to shoot."

When the reached room 18, the words of Nurse Kylie floated back to them. The crazy psychopath on the other side of the door was dangerous, no doubt about it. After a few seconds, Munch sighed. "For crying out loud," He muttered, rapping on the door as if he was the only one with the nerve to do it.

"Mr. Derkins? Are you in there?" He called. Silence responded him. Munch turned and shrugged. "I guess not." They began walking away when the door swung open. They jumped and swung around, coming face to face with a gruff looking old man. His cold green eyes were those of a killer, Olivia could tell immediately.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded. Elliot flashed his badge. "NYPD, Mr. Derkins. A word please?"

Derkins looked suspiciously from the badge to the four detectives. "NYPD? A little out of your jurisdiction, aint ya?"

"We need to ask you a few questions," Elliot repeated. "May we come in?"

A moment passed before Derkins finally nodded. "Why the hell not?"

The detectives filed into his room quietly. Olivia looked around the room and shivered, chills running down her spine. There was nothing in the room besides a bed and a window with heavy steel bars across it.

Derkins slammed the door as Munch brought up the rear. He walked to his hard bed and flopped onto it, the metal bars scrapping loudly.

"Damn mattress," He muttered under his breath. "What do you want to know?"

"We want any information you have about the death of Ruben Burke," Fin said bluntly, not waiting for anyone else to speak because he knew they probably wouldn't.

Derkins thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "Don't know no Ruben Burke."

"Like hell you don't. You were stalking him before you wound up here," Munch chimed in just as bravely as his partner. Derkins gave Munch a grin, revealing his blackened teeth. "Whatever you say, *sir*."

There was a brief pause before Olivia spoke up. "Mr. Derkins, we know that you knew Ruben Burke. We need to know what happened to him. This is very important."

Derkins looked up at Olivia and grinned. "Hey, whaddya know? It's Kitty, back from the dead. How's it goin', Kat?"

Olivia set her jaw, her expression hardening. "I'm not Katarina. Just tell us what you know about Ruben Burke." Derkins chuckled under his breath. "Like hell you aren't. You and your crazy bitch mama were the ones who sent me to this nut house. I'd know those psycho brown eyes anywhere."

Her hand falling to her gun, Olivia resisted the urge to whip it out and put it against the old man's temple and threaten to shoot unless he talked. "Mr. Derkins, I'm not going to ask you again. Tell me about Ruben Burke," She demanded, her teeth clenched.

The room went dead silent. Finally, Derkins sighed loudly and leaned back against his pillows, folding his hands on his chest. "Ruben was an asshole. He stole my promotion right out from under me. So I followed him around. Wanted to find out as much as I could about him as I could. Try and put him out of business, until that bitch wife of his and her devil child started talking to the cops." Derkins smirked up at Olivia. "Ohhh, yeah. I remember Ruben talking about how you were a rape child. Makes you evil, in my mind."

Suddenly, something inside Olivia snapped. All patience lost, she pulled out her gun and pointed it at Derkins. "Olivia!" Elliot, Munch and Fin jumped at her reaction, and Elliot grabbed the gun in her hands.

"Listen to me, you cold-hearted, crazy bastard," Olivia whispered threateningly, "You tell us what happened to Ruben Burke or I put a bullet in your mind and you won't have to think I'm evil."

Derkins looked over to Elliot, who still had a hold of the gun and laughed loudly. "Yeah right. Like he'll let you do it." Standing up, Derkins walked straight up to the gun. "Do it," He whispered daringly. "Death will be better than this hellhole."

Olivia moved to cock the gun, but Elliot snatched it away quickly. Derkins laughed mockingly. "Well now, Kitty, you shouldn't be so quick to act. I might've given you some information, but now... well, I think I'll just let you figure it out on your own."

Derkins walked backwards to his bed, the taunting grin never wiping off his face for a moment. But it disappeared quickly and was replaced with a look of surprise when Fin grabbed his collar and pushed him painfully against the wall. Fin's hand wrapped around Derkins's throat.

"Listen here, Hannibal Lector," He growled. "You start talking, or I'll make sure that this hellhole gets worse for you."

"Give us everything you've got, Jim," Munch said, stepping behind his partner's shoulder. "Don't take his threats lightly. He's seriously unstable."

"Okay, fine. Ruben was always talking about his brother-in-law being some hotshot who threatened to kill him if he didn't dump Yvonne," Derkins spilled his guts, almost frightened as if realizing that if Fin moved his thumb two inches he'd be dead.

"His brother-in-law, huh?" Fin asked, loosening his grip on the man. Derkins nodded. "Yeah."

"Who was this hotshot married to?"

"His sister. His only sister, Fiona."

"You're a liar. We were just at his sister's, and there was no indication that she was married."

"Of course not. He doesn't let her wear a wedding ring. He made her keep her maiden name. The only reason he married her was to get back at Ruben."

Fin turned and looked back at Munch, then at Elliot, who was trying to keep Olivia from jumping the old man. Raising an eyebrow, Fin turned back to Derkins.

"Well, Ruben must've pissed off a lot of people. What was the reasoning behind this one?"

Derkins gulped, still looking pale and nervous. He glanced down at the gun on Fin's belt. "He wanted Yvonne. He was going to marry her, but Ruben stepped in when he saw him trying to rape Kitty."

Everyone in the room froze. Olivia stared at the old man in horror. Elliot, temporarily forgetting about Olivia's rage, stepped towards Derkins. "What do you mean, trying to rape Katarina?"

Derkins nodded, suddenly looking eager to dole out information. "I meant what I said. He was trying to rape Katarina. Ruben stepped in and stopped him. Yvonne was so grateful, she married the guy."

"What's this brother-in-law's name?" Olivia asked, anger flaring in the pit of her stomach.

"Adolf Hitler," Derkins mumbled. Fin slammed Derkins against the wall hard. "This isn't the time for games, Derkins!" He yelled, his face reflecting his intense anger.

"Okay, okay. Ronald Walter. I've even got a picture of him. This guy was insane, I wanted to make sure he didn't come around here coming after me."

"Why would he give a damn about you?" Elliot asked, sounding almost humorous. Derkins made a face. "I just wanted to be safe. The guy's crazy."

"And yet you're the one in the nut house," Fin replied. "Where's the picture?"

"Under my bed in a shoebox."

Olivia dropped to her knees instantly and pushed up the blankets of the bed, fishing around for a moment. Finally, she popped up with a shoebox and set it on the bed. Opening it, she pulled out the top picture and froze.

"Oh my God. Elliot," Olivia put her hand against her mouth. She held up the picture to him. Elliot took it and raised an eyebrow. "It's the guy from the corner."

"The same one who tried to kill me in the alley," Olivia whispered quietly.

Fin finally let go of Derkins. "Thanks for your help," He said sarcastically.

"You're so very welcome," Derkins made a face, just as sarcastic as Fin.

"We need to keep this picture," Elliot muttered, not looking up from the face of the monster that had allegedly tried to rape his partner when she was four. The detectives walked out of the room without another word.

Once they were out of the hospital, Fin turned to the other three. "We'd better go pay Ms. Burke another visit," He said softly. The others nodded in agreement. Elliot shoved the picture into the inside pocket of his coat and sighed. "Well, at least we have the name of the guy. It should be a breeze from there."

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"I told you, I'm not married!" Fiona jumped up from the couch and began to pace the room. "I can't believe you believed that... that psychopath!"

"Well, so far, he's the only one who's story leads us back to the guy we're looking for," Olivia said, regaining her patience as best she could. "We need to know the truth."

"Look, Ms. Burke, we don't care who you married or why. We just need to know where we can find him," Elliot said softly, trying to calm the woman.

Fiona sighed. She put a hand to her forehead and sat back down. "Ronald and I are divorced," She said. "I had no idea what he'd done to Katarina. I swear I didn't..." She put a hand to her mouth as her voice began to break.

"Do you know where we can find him?" Fin asked calmly.

Fiona shook her head. "No. When I found out what he'd done to Kitty, I threw him out and told him never to come back. When I did he just... he just got this little smile," Fiona frowned, remembering. "It was like, he didn't care that his wife was divorcing him. He just, turned away and I haven't seen or heard from him since. He wasn't even back to pick up his things. So I just threw it all out." Fiona turned her tear filled eyes to the detectives. "Please. Whatever happens, just leave me out of it. I can't stand to face that... that monster."

The detectives nodded in agreement. Fiona wiped her tears and cleared her throat. "Look, I don't mean to kick you out or anything, but I really need to be alone."

"No problem, Ms. Burke," Elliot said, standing up with everyone else. "But there's just one more thing."

Fiona nodded. "What is it?"

"Did you and Ronald have a son?"

Fiona shook her head. "No. We didn't have any children. I divorced him a year after we got married... when I found out he killed Ruben. It was a few months after his death."

Fin and Munch looked at each other. "You told us that you were sure it was Jim Derkins," Fin said, his voice hardening. "That's obstruction of justice, Ms. Burke, you could go to jail." Fiona nodded. "I know. I was scared. I didn't think that Jim would talk about Ronald."

"Anyway, back to the subject of sons," Munch said, changing subjects. "Did Ronald have any children from previous marriages or conquests or prostitutes or whatever?"

Fiona nodded. "Yeah. He had a son, his name was Tyler. Ty's in his late twenties, maybe early thirties."

"Like the other guy in the alley," Olivia murmured to Elliot. He nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Ms. Burke."

As they exited the house, Elliot pulled out his cell phone and dialed. After a minute of waiting, he said, "Yeah Captain, It's Elliot. We're coming back tonight, but in the meantime we need you to run a search for us. Look up Ronald Walter and Tyler Walter. Thanks."

Elliot hung up and slid his phone into his coat. He looked at Olivia, Munch and Fin. "If we moved quick enough, we might be able to catch the bastards before they skip town."

"All we know is that they were in New York a few days ago," Munch said. "That's plenty of time for a crook to skip, Elliot."

Elliot sighed. "Then we'd better start praying for a miracle.

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Did you lead her back to us?

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Don't worry, Ronald. I made sure that I mentioned you and Ty. They're going right back to New York. You can pick her up there.

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Good work, Fiona