"Hi," Olivia Benson said to the rest of her colleagues as she walked up to her desk at NYPD. Munch and Fin nodded their hello's.

"Hi," her partner, Elliot Stabler said. She sat down in her seat and began flicking through various sheets of paper. Elliot looked at her.

"You ok?" he asked. She looked up and put a hand on her head. She looked up.

"My sister," Olivia muttered.

"You wanna talk?" Elliot offered.

"No, thanks…" Olivia said shaking her head. "We heard anything about the young DB?"

"Yes, lab report is just in." her boss Captain Craigen said shaking a sheet of paper. "Female, aged 18, name Samantha Fleeting. Cause of death; strangulation. From the wounds she sustained, was tortured and rape kit came back positive. She was raped more than once." The team lowered their heads in respect and disgust. "Munch and Fin, I want you tracing this girls last movements, talk to neighbours, pedestrians etc. Stabler, Benson, I want you to go to the Fleeting family and break the unfortunate news." They all stood up and took their leave.

Craigen walked in to his office. Something about this case seemed familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it but it made him uncomfortable. He decided to cross- reference all possible information on the young girl, to put his mind at ease…


Olivia and Elliot walked back in to the station. They were drained. It was the part of the job they hated. It wasn't just the horrific things they saw every day, but the families who had their worlds ripped apart. The anguish and heartache caused.

The solemn sights of Fin, Munch and Craigen sat around a desk met them. They walked over puzzled.

"Leads?" Elliot asked.

"We got a serial." Said Munch bitterly.

"What?" Olivia asked shocked.

"Yeah we got another 6 victims with the same MO, latest being Samantha Fleeting." Craigen informed them. "Perp was never caught and nothing was ever heard of him again. The case was left unsolved and it looks like he's back." He handed files to Olivia and Elliot.

"Jennifer Moores, Cassie Wilkinson, Shannyn Bailton, Luisa Owens, Bryony Entwistle, Marie Broker. All 18, all from New York. Murdered in that order. Marie was murdered two and a half years ago." Craigen told them. They looked through the file, disgusted at the pictures.

"We have got to find this sick son of a bitch." Barked Munch.

"And we will." Fin said quietly.

"Before we start this properly, I want you to read through the case files, I want you to know everything that happened to these girls. Then we move forward." Craigen ordered. He turned and walked back to his room. The rest turned to their files and began to read.


The young brunette staggered in to the NYPD building. Her hair was matted, her face tear stained and dirty. She had scratches all over her legs, blood trickling down.

"Excuse me miss, can I help you?" an officer asked.

"Can you tell me where I can find Olivia Benson is please?" she managed in between huge sobs. He went to take her arm as she looked unsteady. She flinched.

"Please…." She whispered. He eyed her.

"Upstairs second door on right." He said quietly. He was about to offer to go and get her but she'd gone.She ran as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She easily found the door and pushed it open. It had looked heavier than it was and opened with a crash. Some of the room turned to look at her. She looked frantically for Olivia.


Olivia heard the crash of the door and turned about to say something about being careful, when she saw the girl. She stood up and ran over to her. She was a mess. Olivia's heart pounded. She walked the girl slowly back to her desk, her arm around her shoulder.

"Lydia, what happened?" Olivia asked, holding the girl at arms length, looking at her.

"I said no, Aunt Olivia, I swear I said no." the girl managed. She let the tears flow freely from there, loud and uncontrolled. Olivia looked mortified but nevertheless took her niece and pulled her in to her chest, holding her tight.