"How's she doing?" asked Elliot, standing in the hall at the hospital. Olivia turned and sighed.

"Ok, considering…" Olivia said quietly. "I just can't believe it. I mean from what she's said so far it looks like our serial."

"Great." Muttered Elliot. Munch and Fin walked down the corridor, looking somewhat pleased.

"News?" Elliot asked. Munch smiled his wry smile.

"We got a hit off the semen." Fin explained. Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? I read the file,he's never left DNA before." She asked.

"Aunt Olivia…" Lydia cried from her room. Olivia turned. Her face unable to hide the heartache she felt.

"I'll be through in a second, sweet." She said softly as she could.

"Looks like he screwed up. They all do eventually. Belongs to the lead suspect from two years ago: Nathaniel Jameson. He's in the system for molesting two teenagers in '89. We're going to pick him up now, thought you'd want to know…" Fin finished

"Thanks. I'm going to go. " Olivia said turning to enter the room. Fin and Munch nodded and walked back down the corridor.

"Olivia I don't want to sound cold but we're going to have to take a statement." Elliot spoke quietly.

"I know. I'll see what…" Olivia started. Elliot rested his hand on her arm and smiled softly. She smiled back, comforted by his presence. She walked into the room.

"Doctor says we can go," Lydia said quietly. "Where's mum?" She was shocked by everything.

"I'm not sure sweets, Lydia, we need to going to take a statement…" Olivia carefully mentioned. She looked carefully at her young niece, who looked pathetically, young and shaken.

"Ok…" she whispered.


Three sharp raps came at the door.

"Nathaniel Jameson, we got a few questions." Munch shouted through the run down door. They heard noises on the other side of the door.

"If that's now obvious I dunno what is." Muttered Fin dryly. Munch rapped three more times. The door opened the smallest bit and a head poked around the side.

"Nathaniel Jameson?"

"Yeah…" the voice barked.

"We got a few questions." Fin responded coldly. Munch barged in.

"You can't just come in here!" Jameson shouted fiercely.

"Sit down, shut up and answer the questions. We got a search warrant." Munch barked, they'd been straight to Alex after they'd spoken to Olivia. Given the nature of the crimes and the evidence they had, she got them a search warrant straight away.

The sudden smell hit him in his face and he felt the bile rise to the back of his throat.

"Where were you yesterday?" Munch asked.

"Here!" Jameson exclaimed. Munch smiled sarcastically. All he could think of were the victims of this guy, of Lydia.

Fin and other forensic experts wandered through the entire house. He looked in the wardrobe, cupboards, gutted the whole place – found nothing.

Fin grabbed the mattress and threw it in frustration. He was normally a cool, calm and collected officer, but this was taking its toll on him. Something caught his eye, under a pillow. He stopped and cocked his head trying to see. He strode over to the fallen pillowcase. The officer bent down. It was a pack of photographs. He opened them. He felt his stomach churn.

"Jesus Christ," escaped his lips. "John you might want to see this."