Elliot and Olivia arrived at the same time at the station at four in the morning, along with Munch and Fin had the week off. Cragen came rushing out of his office and Munch inquired what was wrong.

"Sorry about the early start guys. Get down to the south Bronx, looks like we got a rape/homicide."
            "Yup." Elliot said throwing Munch the keys. Munch rolled his eyes in contempt saying, "You amateurs." They all got to the squad car and Munch drove off fast like if he was a professional.

            "Slow down, John, it's New York not Baltimore." Elliot warned. Olivia leaned forward from the back seat.

"All the better, we're making the rules, right?" he answered and put more pressure on the accelerator.

             "Are we in a bad mood?" asked Olivia sarcastically to Munch.

            "Yes actually we are, thanks to you women."

"Oh God, what women troubles are ya having now, Munchies." Olivia laughed.

            "Diane wants more compensation, says she's "living in desperate need." Explains what I felt like throughout our whole marriage.", Munch explained about his ex wife.

            "Oh well, young love I guess.", she joked. "We're here." Munch stopped the car sudden and Elliot jerked forward, looking at Munch with disbelief.

            "Guess so, huh.", he answered smiling. Olivia and Elliot got out of the car, following Munch to the crime scene.

            "What's cooking?" Elliot asked as he got out of the police car. A fellow policeman turned around.

            "Ahhhh, the sex cops…." the cop answered sarcastically. Munch frowned at him to let him know to quit the act. "Right, right sorry….what's cooking, you asked….your next victim."

            "Thanks…" Elliot answered as he held him nose. He instructed Olivia and Munch to follow him. They saw the smoke rising in the distance and the medical examiner near the body bag.

            "Kitchen experiment gone wrong?" Munch asked sarcastically.

            "Far from that. Well from what I know, she's a woman, but with the head totally burned I have no idea what decent, probably Caucasian or Asian. She was raped, but there's no sign of semen deposition. I can tell you more when I bring her to the lab."

            "No problem, get those results to us a.s.a.p.", Olivia answered

            "As always…"

(Sal's Diner
304 West Broadway
March 2, 2004)

Munch, Olivia, and Elliot sat at the counter and ordered three coffees, black. They were quiet. It was the time that they'd be getting up for work. Munch's phone rang.

"Y'hello?….Ruben, how's it goin'?….thanks sounds great…thanks again, bye." he smiled as he hung up the phone.

            "Did someone die? You seem happy." Olivia joked.

            "That was my lawyer…….Diane didn't get what she wanted.", Munch smiled and paid for the coffees. They drove back to the precinct.

(Few hours later, precinct)

Cragen informed Elliot, Munch, and Olivia that the Medical Examiner had some information they needed to hear, so without hesitation, the three walked to the office of the M.E.

            "Detectives…I found something strange, so I called in a friend of yours.", she began. Out from the room walked Dr. Huang. He smiled at the three and they exchanged smiles. He lead them back into the examination room and they made acute faces at the battered body.

            "Do you see this?" Huang asked.

            "Yes, what's wrong with it?" Olivia asked regarding the woman's feet.

            "Ancient Chinese foot binding…" Munch whispered. "Practiced up until the mid 1900's. Showed wealth and a 'I don't have to work' status"

            "Exactly. This woman is definitely over 50, and you might want to check out her husband."

            "We didn't get an ID." Olivia mentioned.

            "We found this after you guys left the crime scene."

"Belinda Lee, what is this? Her Library Card?"

            "Yup. Bronx local library."

(Bronx Local Library
120 Martha Avenue
March 2)

            "Hi, Detective Stabler, Munch and Benson. Do you know the woman named Belinda Lee?" Elliot asked as he introduced himself.

            "Yea, I know her. She comes here nearly uh...every day." the young man
answered.

            "What is she like?"

            "Really quiet. She comes here with some black guy sometimes. Picks out books for him. I'm thinking he's a student or something. The weird thing is though, she kisses him…on the lips."

            "A friendly gesture?" Munch inquired.

            "No...definitely not just a friendly gesture."

            "Do you have her address?" Olivia asked.

            "Yea, um….." he searched in the list of addresses. "Lam, Lay, Lei, Lee, okay I found it. 780 32nd Street, the Bronx."

            "Thanks…..um can we have your name, for procedure measures?" Elliot asked.

"Greg Caldwell." he answered and the three of them walked out the door. Walking to the car, the three talked about the interrogation. "That was one weird interrogation. Not once did he mention that she walked weird or that she was elderly. Something is definitely wrong here."

"Well, let's find out." Munch added as he threw the keys at Elliot with a sarcastic smile on his face.

(Lee Residence
780 32nd Street
March 2)

Elliot knocked on the door and Olivia stood behind her accompanied by Munch. Someone opened the door a little and asked who it was.

            "The police, open up." Munch ordered. The person opened up a little and looked at the three detectives. To pass up on their intimidating image Elliot smiled at her and she felt less uncomfortable.

            "Can I help you?" she asked.

            "Hopefully. Do you know Belinda Lee?"

            "Yes…." she began but was interrupted by Munch.

            "Do you know who she was with yesterday?"

            "I'm Belinda Lee, and I was working." she replied. Munch was stunned and Elliot looked at his two partners behind him.

             "Can we come in?" asked Elliot. She replied with 'yes' and the three of them went in.

            "What is this about?" she asked as she sat down on a chair.

            "We found this at a murder scene, last night." Elliot answered showing her the card. She gasped when she saw it.

            "Where did you find that, I was looking all over!" she exclaimed.

            "How did you lose it in the first place?" inquired Munch.

            "I left it in a book I returned to the library" she answered truthfully. "But wait….you found it at a murder scene? Who was killed?"

"We're not sure." Olivia answered. Munch was walking around the living room looking at various pictures. Particularly one of an old woman.

            "Did anyone in your family practice feet binding?" Munch asked.

            "Nana, Shirley Lee. She came from China in the 40's and raised me when
my parents died in a car accident. She lives here. Why?" she asked. She then realized that she was the one who was murdered. "Oh my God….No!" she screamed. She started to cry and Olivia held her to comfort her. "Why?! Why her?" she bawled. The door from behind opened and a black man came from the darkness.

            "Belinda? Why are you crying?" he asked. "Who the hell are you?" he inquired seeing three strangers comforting his girlfriend.

            "We're investigating the murder of her grandmother." Munch answered casually. "Hey, buddy, you and me go talk, huh?" He arched his eyebrows and nodded 'Alright'.

            "Where is he bringing him?" she asked wiping her tears.

            "He's just going to ask him some questions…..Who is he anyways?" inquired Olivia.

            "My fiancé, Damon Anderson. You don't think that he….."

            "We just have to make sure." Elliot answered.

            "Nana didn't even like him…but he wouldn't touch a hair on her head." Elliot and Olivia looked at each other with suspicion.

            "Why didn't your grandmother like him?" Olivia asked.

"Well….you know….he wasn't Chinese." she replied. Elliot nodded his head and followed the path Munch took back outside where he was interrogating Damon in the car.

            "John….." Elliot began. Munch looked at him and got out of the car. "I think it's best if we took him down to the precinct. Belinda says her grandma didn't like him because he wasn't Chinese. There's a motive." Munch nodded and Damon knew something was going on.

            "Mr. Anderson, we would like it if we could ask you some questions down at our precinct." Munch commenced.

            "Am I under arrest?" he asked furiously getting out of the car. "Am I under arrest?!"

            "No…." Elliot replied.

            "Then I aint goin' nowhere until I get a lawyer."

            "Look, Mr. Anderson, you're looking guilty already. All we have to do is ask you some questions."

            "About what detective? I'm a working man, trying to get out of the hood. What the hell would I have done?"

            "Killed your future grandmother in law!" Munch yelled.

            "What?" he asked looking to the ground. "Are you crazy!? I had no….no idea…"

            "Look, you're not a suspect. We just want to interview you, and then we'll let you go." Elliot assured him.

            "Fine…..fine. Let me just go give my fiancée a kiss." he replied. Elliot nodded and Munch followed him inside just to make sure he didn't make a run for it. Surprisingly, he didn't and Munch who was accompanied by Damon and Olivia got into the squad car.

"You'll let him go when you're done, right?" she asked anxiously.

            "Of course." Munch smiled. She waved at her fiancé as he got into the back of the car. He blew her a kiss and mouthed 'I Love You.'

(Interrogation Room)

"Where were you at approximately 1:30 this morning?" Olivia began.

            "Working."

            "Is there anyone who can verify that?" she asked.

            "I'm a janitor at the Beth Israel Hospital. Ask any doc there."

            "Ok….Damon, how did you get along with Mrs. Lee?" Elliot asked.

            "She didn't talk to me, plus I hardly ever saw her."

            "You hardly saw her, but you were engaged to her granddaughter?" he asked.

            "She didn't like me, so Belinda and I used to meet in private at the library." He started to tear up a bit. Elliot nodded and looked at the double mirror where Munch and Novak were, to let them know that he though this wasn't their guy.  They knocked on the window to tell him to come out.

            "This isn't our guy." Elliot said first thing when he exited the interrogation room.

            "Alibi checks out." Munch added. "He was at work." Then Olivia came out and sighed.

            "Let 'em go." Casey said. Olivia nodded and went back inside to tell him he could leave.

            "Thanks, Damon." Elliot said putting out his hand. Damon looked at him and shook his hand thanking him too. They all watched as he left.

            "What the hell are we going to do? We have no new leads." Olivia stated.

            "Sleep on it. All of you go home and get some rest. We'll get something tomorrow." Casey ordered.

(The Next Day)

"I still can't find anything…." Elliot said.

            "We're missing something…." Olivia added. "I can feel it."

            "We're going on leads not feelings…" Munch snapped.

            "What's up your ass?" Elliot defended Olivia. However Olivia didn't say a word. She was looking at a piece of evidence.

            "Wait…..Belinda, she said that she lost her library card in a book that she left in to the library. The only person we talked to that recognized her was that boy…"

            "You don't think?" Munch inquired. Olivia nodded her head and got up.
"We're not going to have enough for an arrest warrant just based on that."

            "Let's ask Casey."

(ADA Novak's office)

            "That's not enough you guys."

            "Then what can we do?" Olivia asked.

            "Ask the vic's granddaughter if she saw anything suspicious. If she has any past reports of stalking, or any weird behavior. I'll see what I can do then." she explained.

            "We're on it." Olivia replied.

(Lee Residence
780 32nd Street
March 3)

            Olivia, Elliot, and Munch all went back to the very same apartment that they were at the night before. Olivia knocked on the door and Damon answered it. He was obviously upset that they were back.

            "Look, detectives. We're trying to plan a funeral here, and spent all our wedding money on the coffin and ceremony alone. You questioned me already, I didn't do it, so leave us alone." Damon commenced as he closed the door in his face.

            "Damon…we're trying to help you. We just need to talk to Belinda, please." Olivia pleaded. He looked at her angrily and nodded as he opened the door to let them in.

            "Detectives…" Belinda began coming out from the kitchen.

            "Belinda, can you take a seat." Elliot instructed. She nodded and grabbed a chair from the kitchen.

            "What do you guys need? Did you catch him?"

            "No not yet, but we're hoping you can change that. Do you know Greg Caldwell?" Olivia asked.

"Yea, the kid from the library. Why?"

            "Did you notice any weird behavior?"

            "No….why? I mean he always commented on how I was dressed how I looked and smelled. Oh my God….and there was that one time, he followed me home….he said he lived round here but he doesn't go to the High School I went to. Oh my God." she said burying her face in her palms. Damon huddled her rubbing her back. Olivia, Munch, and Elliot knew they got what they needed.

            "Thank you." Olivia told her and she told Damon she would see her way out. Damon walked them to the door.

            "Catch this bastard." he told them.

            "We'll get 'em." Elliot smiled.

(Precinct)

"He followed her home, and harassed her at the library." Olivia told Casey.

            "Alright, that's enough for a search warrant." Casey replied.

            "That's great." Elliot added.

            "Give me a sec and I'll get it to you." A few minutes later she was back with the warrant. "Get to it."

(Apartment of Greg Caldwell
223 Fox-wood Ave Apt. B
March 3)

            The three of them reached their next destination and hopefully their last. Munch knocked on the door and yelled that they were the police and to open up. However, no one answered. Munch warned who they were and that they would knock down the door if no one answered. Still, no one came to the door. Finally, Munch kicked down the door and pointed his handgun through the door. "It's clear." They went in to find pictures of Belinda all over, unauthorized photos.

            "This guy was right under our noses the whole time." Elliot remarked.

            "He's obsessed. He must have found her library card and kept it as a keepsake and dropped it at the crime scene." Olivia added.

             "Why would he rape and kill the grandmother then?" Munch asked.

            "Let's find out." Olivia replied.

            "It's all clear." Elliot yelled from the kitchen.

            "Oh my God. That's the murder weapon." Olivia exclaimed at a bloody knife on the bathroom floor. "Bag it"

            "And look at this…….'Yesterday I went to Belinda's house. Some old bitch answered the door and I ordered to talk to her. She told me that I was out of line and told me to go home. I pulled her out of the house and she yelled. Her feet were messed up, the ugly bitch. I wanted to talk to Belinda but she wouldn't let me. So I showed her, I slashed her up, set her on fire. I even…'……wow this is very, um, descriptive. Then it says, 'The police came. Stupid idiots they won't even find out it's me.' This guy thinks he's fooling us." Munch said.

            "Our own written confession." Olivia added as she looked at the writing.

            "Well, looks like someone's home." Elliot said and they turned to the door. Munch raised his gun and ordered for Greg not to move. He raised his hands and started to breath heavily.

            "Greg Caldwell, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of Shirley Lee. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you." Elliot read him his rights. "Do you understand your rights?" Elliot asked him. All he did was nod his head.