"Olivia I want you to stay with me." Lydia begged quietly. They were back at Police Headquarters. Olivia's arm around her niece.

"Of course I will." She spoke softly. "I just gotta speak to my boss for a second and I'll be right back." Lydia nodded. Olivia steered her over to some chairs and grabbed her a coffee. Olivia walked over to Craigen.

"Anything?" she'd been on tenterhooks since Fin and Munch had left her at the hospital.

"Nothing yet Olivia, I'm sure they're just going through thoroughly." He assured her. Just as he finished speaking Elliot joined them.

"Olivia I've got to ask this, but where's her mum?" he asked. Olivia looked up.

"My sister, she has difficulties, she doesn't really care much. Lydia came to New York so someone was at least nearby…all the good it did." Olivia shook her head.

"Olivia this is not your fault ok! What this sicko did you couldn't prevent." Elliot insisted.

"Of course," she muttered, "I'm going to go and sit in with Lydia, who's doing the interview?"

"I will." Elliot said.

"I'll go get her ready. Be careful Elliot…please." She pleaded. He nodded reassuringly.


"Well, well, well…" Munch muttered dramatically as he took the photos. Immediately his fingers touched something soft. He flipped the photo over. He showed what he found to Fin. Fin shook his head. Munch stalked through the small flat to Jameson.

"What the hells this?" he asked abruptly. He shoved the photos in Jameson's face. He tried to back away.

"I…I…I dunno," he answered.

"Dunno… Or don't wanna tell us?" Munch barked. "You got pictures of 6 dead girls, gagged, what appears to be their hair cellotaped on the back, keeping as souvenir? Then you got another of girl who just escaped… coincidence?"

"You're under arrest." Fin said happily. He grabbed his arms and handcuffed them.


"A group of us had been at a club and I was walking home." Lydia started. She was holding Olivia's hand tightly. Tears were forming in her eyes.

"Did your friends offer to walk with you?" Elliot asked softly. Silence. Olivia squeezed her niece's hand for support.

"No. They were going back to their boyfriend's homes. I've done it before and its always been fine, I've never minded." Lydia explained getting quieter. "I took a short cut through Central Park. I got out the other side and I heard a van pull up. I turned and saw a guy walk jump out…" her voice was barely a whisper. Olivia's hand was white. The tears were freely flowing down Lydia's face. Olivia struggled to control herself.

"Can you remember what he looked like?" Elliot probed gently.

"Not then but later on …Medium height, blond hair, blue eyes, he was strong…" Lydia explained, her voice rising, she felt stupid for not knowing anything specific.

"Lydia, it's ok don't worry about it, honey." Olivia calmed her down. She could barely feel her hand and her anger was overwhelming.

"I walked a little faster, I mean you don't think this could ever happen to you, but I just felt a little uncomfortable. Next thing I know he had his hand around my mouth, and the other around my waist… He told me if I screamed or fought back he'd kill me…. He dragged me to the van and through me in. Tied me and shoved duct tape over my mouth and punched me… Drove off somewhere I dunno where… Another guy helped drag me out… I was put in a building, and then they….they….oh god...they raped me" Lydia began to really cry. Huge heaving sobs…Olivia took her in her arms wishing she could make everything disappear.

"Elliot can we have a break please…" Olivia said.

"Of course…"

Olivia helped the girl up.

"I love you Aunt Olivia." She gasped in between sobs. Olivia walked her out of the room to get a drink. She smiled at Elliot for understanding.

"Get up there and quit your attitude." Munch snapped at Jameson. They walked up the stairs of Police HQ. Fin and Munch on either side of him. Alex met them on the stairs, before they walked into the main room. She nodded towards them, signalling they could interview him straight away.

"We're going straight for a little chat." Fin said.

"I'm sorry Olivia," Lydia said. Olivia looked up.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything." Olivia said. Lydia dried her eyes and turned and looked round the station. The doors opened. Lydia giggled. Olivia turned surprised.

"What?" she asked puzzled.

"Remember that time, we were in that high class glass shop and you turned and broke all those glasses?" Lydia giggled, softly again. Olivia thought back. Lydia must have been about 10. A small smile spread across her face.

"Yeah…although a little random…" Olivia remarked kindly.

"We got cups and it beats feeling depressed…" Lydia said quietly. She smiled to her self, glad her Aunt Olivia was there, the woman she looked upon as her mother. She saw someone familiar out of the corner of her eye. She looked carefully and felt her blood run cold. Every muscle in her body froze. The cup slowly fell from her hands.

Olivia looked over.

"Lydia…" Olivia started.

Lydia screamed. The whole room fell silent as her scream echoed through the room.

"Lydia what?" Olivia said loudly.

"It's him," she whispered… "It's him."