He's Coming!
I don't own these characters I just love them very much.
A man is raping women and dumping their bodies outside of emergency rooms, only after they've bled to death from massive knife wounds to their breasts, he's turning them into someone, they all have blonde hair, and they all have died, now he's stringing along Olivia.
"He's coming, oh god, he's coming I have to go, please, help me Olivia, please, he's come…" a frantic voice cries from the phone, which Olivia is holding.
Olivia, "It's okay, just tell me where you are, then I can help you," Olivia is cut off by high female screams from the other end of the line.
"Hi girlie, I know you want to find me," a low male's voice says.
"Yes, if you tell me where you are, maybe we can work out some kind of deal," Olivia replies soothingly.
"I don't want your deals, nothing's going to save me now, but I'll give you a hint. I do not work where I live, but I live where I work. Figure it out pretty girl," The man says in a mocking tone. Then the line goes dead.
"What did she say?" Elliot asked inquisitively.
"She needs my help, then he got on the line and said 'he lives where he works but he doesn't work where he lives,'" she said with curiosity.
'It's a cell Powertel Cellular," Munch added.
"Get on the line with them, see if they'll give us the name," Cragen ordered.
"Yes, yes, well can you trace where the cell is?" Tutwolah said in anguish, "This man is a rapist, and you're protecting him!" he said raising his voice.
"What'd they say?" Olivia inquired.
"They said they can't give out the information because it's a prepaid cell, they don't know who it is."
"Great!" Elliot stated depleted.
"They can't trace the cell because it would invade the privacy they provide to their customers," Tutwolah said.
"I still want to know what that means, 'I do not work where I live, but I live where I work,'" Olivia wondered aloud.
A courier walked in, "Benson. Olivia Benson. Delivery."
"I'm Olivia," she replied.
"Please sign here," the courier asked.
"Thank you," she said as she signed the receipt. She then set the box down and opened it, inside was a beer bottle, and a note scrawled 'I do not work where I live, but I live where I work.'
"I know where he lives…" she trailed off.
Elliot stares at her, "Where?"
"This is a beer bottle from RocaMocha Brewery on 31st, that restaurant with the brewery in it…when he said he lived where he worked but he didn't work where he lived…I knew I'd heard tat before…" Oliva replied.
Munch, questioning aloud, "Isn't that on the first floor of your building, Liv?"
"Yeah, I was also about to say that I know who it is…he lives in my building, he said that to me one day in the elevator, that's where I heard it!"
"Okay…me and Liv are heading over to her apartment," Elliot says.
"We'll head over to the brewery," Munch chimes in.
TO BE CONTINUED…