"Nate?" a young blonde haired man said shocked as Fin and Munch entered the silent room. They looked at him


"What? Where?" Olivia asked, going in to full police mode. The room turned and stared at her .A young man in the eye line of Lydia, tried to shuffle out of the room.

Olivia saw him and stalked over, her back covered by Cragen. Elliot held Lydia in his arms. She was stood awkwardly her whole body stiff and clammy. As the man tried to walk out another officer stood up and held on to the man.

They reached the man and Olivia looked around at her niece and raised an eyebrow. Lydia managed a slight nod.

"You're under arrest…" she intoned feeling the hatred rise us her body.


After calming Lydia and letting her sleep in the crib, Olivia walked downstairs to watch the interview. The officer who had been booking him joined her on the stairs.

"What was he in for?" she asked

"He was seen speeding in a van." The officer replied.

"Van? Oh god… where's the van now?" Olivia asked quickly.

"We had it towed." The officer replied, puzzled at the interest Olivia paid in the van.

"I need you to get that van and tow it to forensics. Tell 'em Olivia sent it and it could be 'The Keepers'. They need to gut the thing." Olivia finished.

"Sure…" he said. He walked off.

Olivia took a deep breath and ran to the interview room to watch behind the one-way mirror.


She was greeted by Munch and Fin, all smiled at her warmly.

"Anything yet?" she asked.

"Nothing. Name of Michael Anderson and knows are Nathaniel Jameson, who we're holding questioned. Not saying a word without an attorney and we don't know when they're going to arrive." Fin filled. Olivia moaned in frustration. She knew if he said nothing or if they found no evidence in the van then her beautiful strong niece would be dragged backwards, kicking and screaming my defence attorneys, she didn't want that for Lydia.

"What were you doing with the van?" asked Elliot sounding extremely frustrated.

Anderson smiled, taunting Elliot. He took the bait.

"Couldn't, get a girl of your own? Needed to knock them around, tie them up and force them to get anywhere near you? Shall I tell you why? You're pathetic, you're not a man because no self respecting man would lay a hand on a woman in a violent way, not a hand." Elliot shouted. He knew he shouldn't but the pain this man had caused not only to his victims, but also to families, to Olivia drove him insane.

He got up and walked out, and went to the little room behind the interview room.

"I'm sorry. Son of a bitch just sits there stupid." He muttered as some sort of unnecessary apology to his outburst.

"Don't apologise," Olivia whispered, "You're doing great." She hugged him. She was grateful to be close to him. They let go of each other. Olivia's heart felt heavy as she watched the man who hurt her niece sit there. Anderson looked annoyed, his knee was shaking violently under the table, his steely gaze was full of anger and hate.

"You really pissed him off El," munch remarked. They turned to leave and let him stew. An almighty crash interrupted them they turned to find the table overturned and the chair across the room.

"Stupid bitches deserved it! All of them especially the last one with screwed up attitude…All bitches should die!" Anderson screamed, his face red.

Olivia's face matched the feelings of the other detectives. Pure shock and horror.