"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Olivia!" A familiar voice filled the room and people pulled Boyd and me apart. I was dragged out of the room from behind and it wasn't until I was out of the room that I saw it was Elliot who had a death grip on my waist.

He was glaring down at me. "Can I let you go," he demanded sharply.

"Yes."

Elliot released me and studied me. "This is not your home, and that was not resting. What the hell are you doing here? What's going on with you?"

"He raped my mother," I said angrily.

"Who! Boyd?" Elliot whirled around to look back.

"Boyd." I was shaking.

"Okay, you need to sit." Elliot lowered me into a nearby chair. "Just sit a minute, here."

"It's true," I said, although Elliot hadn't argued with me.

"What happened in there?" Elliot sat down across from me.

"He was bugging me since we picked him up, so I came down here to talk to him."

"Without back-up," Elliot added.

"He's handcuffed and we're in a prison," I retorted. "It wasn't exactly Mission Impossible."

"So what happened?"

"I asked him about my Mother and he admitted to knowing her. He started talking, and I just… knew. Then he admitted it to me. He said, 'you've figured me out.' He raped her."

"All right. I'm getting you out of here, taking you home. Since you obviously can't get there by yourself."

"I was there," I snapped.

"Well, then, you can't seem to stay there."

"Did you even hear me tell you that Boyd raped my mother?"

"Yes, and I'm not going to discuss it with you here. Let's go to your apartment and talk there."

"Fine." I stood slowly and looked around. "My coat…" I pointed towards the interrogation room.

"I'll get it for you. Just stay here." Elliot looked at me carefully, as if trying to decide if he could leave me alone before he went and got my coat. "C'mon."

Elliot and I sat in the car silently, and I looked out the window into the darkness as he drove. "What were you doing there," I asked finally.

"Just finishing up some paperwork on Boyd."

"Oh."

"You know, Boyd's enough of a jerk, he could very well have been lying to get you riled up."

"He's not lying." I pressed a hand to my forehead.

"He's not?"

"I know he's not, okay? I know it."

Elliot pulled up at my apartment building and unbuckled his seat belt.

"You don't have to walk me in," I said quickly. "I'm fine."

"You're fine? You just found the man who raped your mother, your biological father, and you're fine."

"Elliot, I'm really tired." I turned and tried to smile at my partner. "I just want to rest. I'll see you bright and early in the morning, okay? Don't worry about me."

"I'm worried," Elliot replied. "Get some sleep, okay?"

"Good night."

I spent a sleepless night trying to wrap my brain around what I had learned about Jake Boyd. What if Elliot was right, and Boyd was lying just to get inside my head? I had to know for sure. As soon as I knew that Dr. Warner would be in her office, I took a cab there and had her draw some blood for a DNA test. She promised to put a rush on the test and call me as soon as she had the results. Then I headed to work.