The next day, the exhausted detectives were back in New York, in the
precinct working out all that had happened in Arizona.
"That was a trip well worth taking," Munch muttered, yawning. "So we found out that this guys names are Ronald and Tyler Walter, neither residents of New York. Both were born in Russia. That sound familiar, Olivia?"
Olivia nodded furiously. Things were starting to come back into place. "I've been thinking a lot about that guy's face. Ronald Walter's. Take off a few years and put some more color in his hair and he's the guy who killed Ruben for sure."
Everyone went silent. "That's right. You were there, weren't you?" Elliot said quietly. Olivia nodded, willing herself not to cry. "Yeah. Ronald used to scare me. I didn't like the way he looked at me or the way he touched me. And he had a Russian accent, so I couldn't always understand what he was saying."
"Do we have a location on either these people?" Cragen asked. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Fin walked passed them into the interrogation room with a young man in a black suit. Tyler Walter. Fin shot them a quick grin before leading him into interrogation.
Munch smirked. "Yep."
Moments later, Elliot, Fin, and Olivia were all in the interrogation room with Tyler Walter. The young man looked calm, completely confident that he had done nothing wrong.
"Hey Tyler. You remember me, right?" Olivia asked with a wry smile, sitting on the table across from him. Tyler looked up at her with cool eyes. "Of course I do, Katarina."
"Oh, but I'm sure you don't remember me," Olivia said, leaning forward slightly. "My mother and I left before you were even born."
"Yes. Well, my father's told me a lot about you."
Elliot and Fin surrounded Tyler, one on either side. Elliot leaned in so that he was about two inches from Tyler's face. "We know that your father killed Ruben Burke," He murmured threateningly. "We know that you and your father tried to kill Olivia a few nights ago."
"But you two are pretty stupid for a couple of crooks," Fin said, getting as close to Tyler on the other side as Elliot was. "You had plenty of time to skip town. But you stayed, and we caught you."
Tyler looked over at Fin; his eyes were expressionless. "All part of the plan." He said in an accent that sent chills down Olivia's spine.
Elliot gave him a menacing smirk. "I'm sure it is. I'm sure the two of you just worked out some big, elaborate plot to avoid getting arrested. But one way or another, we will get your father."
"Oh? You detectives are so stupid that you didn't even see what was happening in front of your faces."
"And what exactly was happening in front of our faces?" Olivia asked in a low voice. Tyler gazed up at her. "You breezed right past our boss. The one in Scottsdale. The real one who killed Ruben Burke. But now it doesn't matter. Now it's too late."
"If it's too late, give us your boss's name," Fin said simply.
"Fiona Burke. She loaded the gun, she pointed it at him, and she fired. If your mother hadn't shown up, she would've killed you, too." Tyler looked up at Olivia. Olivia glared at him. "Cut the crap. I know that your father killed Ruben. I was there, kid. I remember."
"Of course you do. My dad was the one who was holding you back: the one who was keeping you away from Ruben so Fiona could kill him. He was there. But he didn't kill Ruben Burke."
The three detectives looked at him hard. A moment passed before another word was said. "All right, let's say that we believe you," Elliot started, moving away from the young man and sitting on the table in front of him. "We'll be making a call to the Scottsdale police to go pick up Fiona Burke and then she'll tell us exactly where your father is."
"That won't be possible. Fiona's dead."
"Yeah, keep on lying. We were just there in Arizona. We talked to her," Fin growled angrily at him. Tyler shook his head. "That's what I mean when I say that you cops are stupid. My father took a flight down to Scottsdale the same time that you were coming back. Fiona's the only one who he's killed."
There was a shocked pause. "Why kill Fiona?" Olivia asked, shaking slightly. "What's the point? If you hadn't told us that she killed him."
"Then my father would've taken the heat for a crime he didn't commit," Tyler finished.
"Yeah, but now your father's going down for another crime. One he did commit," Fin tried to stare down Tyler, but it didn't seem to be working. Tyler shook his head. "No. My father killed himself right after killing Fiona. He was guilty of murder then. He couldn't live with himself."
"Yeah, and your father would've been just as guilty if he had killed Olivia," Elliot stated, glaring at Tyler. Tyler nodded. His eyes turned sad, showing emotion for the first time. "He was going to do the same thing. He was going to kill Olivia to keep her from saying that he had killed Ruben. He wasn't going to be put in prison for a crime that he didn't commit."
Olivia shook her head, not believing her ears. "I couldn't even remember what had happened until I saw your father," She said. "So why even say anything to me? I wouldn't have known anyway."
Tyler nodded; tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. "That's what I told him. But he wouldn't listen. Said no one forgets a murder. So he tracked you, waited until the right moment, and tried to kill you."
"But so did you."
Tyler nodded again. "I didn't want to. You said it yourself detective. You left before I was even born."
The room went silent. Olivia moved off the table and walked around by Tyler. "Tyler, if you didn't want to kill me, then this isn't your fault," She said softly. "But you do understand that we're going to charge you with attempted murder and you'll probably spend time in prison?"
Tyler nodded. "I assumed that. I'll accept my punishment." He stood up and faced Elliot. "So arrest me."
Elliot nodded, looking at the young man. This all seemed to have taken forever, and yet, now the mystery was solved. And the wrong man was going to prison. "All right. Tyler Walter, you're under arrest for attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law."
Three days later, Olivia stepped out of her apartment into the cold city air. She shivered and began walking briskly down the street. She turned hearing a car horn and grinned when she saw Elliot. *Punctual as always,* She smiled to herself.
Elliot rolled down his window and smiled. "Hey. Need a ride?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Olivia climbed into the passenger seat and smiled at Elliot.
Elliot grinned at her. "Morning, Ms. Benson. Or is it Ms. Montgomery now?"
Olivia laughed lightly. "No. Katarina Montgomery died four years ago. I'm Olivia Benson, no matter what."
Elliot smiled. "Yeah. Doesn't matter that you stole someone else's name."
Olivia turned to him, looking puzzled. "What?"
"Remember Cheryl Benson in Scottsdale?"
"Yeah?"
Elliot slowed to a stop at a red light. He turned to her. "Her late husband worked at the Scottsdale police department. He gave you the name Olivia Benson. It was his daughter's name, who died saving one of her friends from a river when she was eight."
"That's sad," Olivia said, her voice quiet as if showing respect to the little girl she was named after.
"I don't know how he knew," Elliot murmured, hitting the gas as the light turned green. Olivia turned to him.
"How he knew what?"
"How he knew that the girl who he named after his hero daughter was going to be a hero, too."
A smile spread slowly across Olivia's face. She reached over and took his hand in hers. Elliot grinned and squeezed her hand tightly. No matter who she was, Olivia, Katarina, anyone, she was still her.
Sorry for the terribly abrupt ending. I was just running out of ideas. Anyway, I hope that you liked it. I really enjoyed writing it. See you next time! ~Forever Fairy
"That was a trip well worth taking," Munch muttered, yawning. "So we found out that this guys names are Ronald and Tyler Walter, neither residents of New York. Both were born in Russia. That sound familiar, Olivia?"
Olivia nodded furiously. Things were starting to come back into place. "I've been thinking a lot about that guy's face. Ronald Walter's. Take off a few years and put some more color in his hair and he's the guy who killed Ruben for sure."
Everyone went silent. "That's right. You were there, weren't you?" Elliot said quietly. Olivia nodded, willing herself not to cry. "Yeah. Ronald used to scare me. I didn't like the way he looked at me or the way he touched me. And he had a Russian accent, so I couldn't always understand what he was saying."
"Do we have a location on either these people?" Cragen asked. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Fin walked passed them into the interrogation room with a young man in a black suit. Tyler Walter. Fin shot them a quick grin before leading him into interrogation.
Munch smirked. "Yep."
Moments later, Elliot, Fin, and Olivia were all in the interrogation room with Tyler Walter. The young man looked calm, completely confident that he had done nothing wrong.
"Hey Tyler. You remember me, right?" Olivia asked with a wry smile, sitting on the table across from him. Tyler looked up at her with cool eyes. "Of course I do, Katarina."
"Oh, but I'm sure you don't remember me," Olivia said, leaning forward slightly. "My mother and I left before you were even born."
"Yes. Well, my father's told me a lot about you."
Elliot and Fin surrounded Tyler, one on either side. Elliot leaned in so that he was about two inches from Tyler's face. "We know that your father killed Ruben Burke," He murmured threateningly. "We know that you and your father tried to kill Olivia a few nights ago."
"But you two are pretty stupid for a couple of crooks," Fin said, getting as close to Tyler on the other side as Elliot was. "You had plenty of time to skip town. But you stayed, and we caught you."
Tyler looked over at Fin; his eyes were expressionless. "All part of the plan." He said in an accent that sent chills down Olivia's spine.
Elliot gave him a menacing smirk. "I'm sure it is. I'm sure the two of you just worked out some big, elaborate plot to avoid getting arrested. But one way or another, we will get your father."
"Oh? You detectives are so stupid that you didn't even see what was happening in front of your faces."
"And what exactly was happening in front of our faces?" Olivia asked in a low voice. Tyler gazed up at her. "You breezed right past our boss. The one in Scottsdale. The real one who killed Ruben Burke. But now it doesn't matter. Now it's too late."
"If it's too late, give us your boss's name," Fin said simply.
"Fiona Burke. She loaded the gun, she pointed it at him, and she fired. If your mother hadn't shown up, she would've killed you, too." Tyler looked up at Olivia. Olivia glared at him. "Cut the crap. I know that your father killed Ruben. I was there, kid. I remember."
"Of course you do. My dad was the one who was holding you back: the one who was keeping you away from Ruben so Fiona could kill him. He was there. But he didn't kill Ruben Burke."
The three detectives looked at him hard. A moment passed before another word was said. "All right, let's say that we believe you," Elliot started, moving away from the young man and sitting on the table in front of him. "We'll be making a call to the Scottsdale police to go pick up Fiona Burke and then she'll tell us exactly where your father is."
"That won't be possible. Fiona's dead."
"Yeah, keep on lying. We were just there in Arizona. We talked to her," Fin growled angrily at him. Tyler shook his head. "That's what I mean when I say that you cops are stupid. My father took a flight down to Scottsdale the same time that you were coming back. Fiona's the only one who he's killed."
There was a shocked pause. "Why kill Fiona?" Olivia asked, shaking slightly. "What's the point? If you hadn't told us that she killed him."
"Then my father would've taken the heat for a crime he didn't commit," Tyler finished.
"Yeah, but now your father's going down for another crime. One he did commit," Fin tried to stare down Tyler, but it didn't seem to be working. Tyler shook his head. "No. My father killed himself right after killing Fiona. He was guilty of murder then. He couldn't live with himself."
"Yeah, and your father would've been just as guilty if he had killed Olivia," Elliot stated, glaring at Tyler. Tyler nodded. His eyes turned sad, showing emotion for the first time. "He was going to do the same thing. He was going to kill Olivia to keep her from saying that he had killed Ruben. He wasn't going to be put in prison for a crime that he didn't commit."
Olivia shook her head, not believing her ears. "I couldn't even remember what had happened until I saw your father," She said. "So why even say anything to me? I wouldn't have known anyway."
Tyler nodded; tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. "That's what I told him. But he wouldn't listen. Said no one forgets a murder. So he tracked you, waited until the right moment, and tried to kill you."
"But so did you."
Tyler nodded again. "I didn't want to. You said it yourself detective. You left before I was even born."
The room went silent. Olivia moved off the table and walked around by Tyler. "Tyler, if you didn't want to kill me, then this isn't your fault," She said softly. "But you do understand that we're going to charge you with attempted murder and you'll probably spend time in prison?"
Tyler nodded. "I assumed that. I'll accept my punishment." He stood up and faced Elliot. "So arrest me."
Elliot nodded, looking at the young man. This all seemed to have taken forever, and yet, now the mystery was solved. And the wrong man was going to prison. "All right. Tyler Walter, you're under arrest for attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law."
Three days later, Olivia stepped out of her apartment into the cold city air. She shivered and began walking briskly down the street. She turned hearing a car horn and grinned when she saw Elliot. *Punctual as always,* She smiled to herself.
Elliot rolled down his window and smiled. "Hey. Need a ride?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Olivia climbed into the passenger seat and smiled at Elliot.
Elliot grinned at her. "Morning, Ms. Benson. Or is it Ms. Montgomery now?"
Olivia laughed lightly. "No. Katarina Montgomery died four years ago. I'm Olivia Benson, no matter what."
Elliot smiled. "Yeah. Doesn't matter that you stole someone else's name."
Olivia turned to him, looking puzzled. "What?"
"Remember Cheryl Benson in Scottsdale?"
"Yeah?"
Elliot slowed to a stop at a red light. He turned to her. "Her late husband worked at the Scottsdale police department. He gave you the name Olivia Benson. It was his daughter's name, who died saving one of her friends from a river when she was eight."
"That's sad," Olivia said, her voice quiet as if showing respect to the little girl she was named after.
"I don't know how he knew," Elliot murmured, hitting the gas as the light turned green. Olivia turned to him.
"How he knew what?"
"How he knew that the girl who he named after his hero daughter was going to be a hero, too."
A smile spread slowly across Olivia's face. She reached over and took his hand in hers. Elliot grinned and squeezed her hand tightly. No matter who she was, Olivia, Katarina, anyone, she was still her.
Sorry for the terribly abrupt ending. I was just running out of ideas. Anyway, I hope that you liked it. I really enjoyed writing it. See you next time! ~Forever Fairy
