Title: Hurt

Summary: SVU has a serial rapist/killer on their hands. With the help of the Major Case Squad, can they find the killer before anyone else gets hurt? SVU and Criminal Intent crossover. Please R&R

Disclaimers: I don't own anyone in SVU and Criminal Intent. Dick Wolf does. So stop trying to sue me!

Author's note:
Okay, I've decided to stop the poll I had, but thanks to everyone who voted! Final results were
Benson: 5
Eames: 4
Kind of a small difference but Benson wins. Anyway most of you would be wondering why I made a poll. Well read the story and I'll tell you later!
By the way, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Oh Vertigo Mac, it's Aussieism!

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Olivia was reluctant to go home, but she needed the rest. Elliot had offered to drive her home before he too went home. She accepted, as she didn't have the feet to walk.

The trip to Olivia's apartment was quiet. The radio played softly in the background.

"At least we got him," Elliot commented, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Olivia shrugged, "Yeah, but what's the point, he's going free. Anyway we still have two, maybe three more victims out there."

Elliot didn't reply. The victims reminded him of his daughter, Maureen, along with all his kids. Her, along with the other university students, were innocent. Why did it have to have been the professor? The students probably trusted him.

Not before long, Elliot arrived at Olivia's apartment. She muttered goodnight and entered her building. Olivia turned around just as Elliot's car drove off into the dark. It had been a long day. In fact, a long few days. Now she longed to have a relaxing and soothing hot bath. Her whole body was aching. She couldn't blame anyone for what the past few days had been like.

She placed her keys into the hole and turned. Click. She pushed open the door and was on the verge to stepping inside her cozy home, when she thought she heard a scream. It was faint and seemed to be muffled. She shook her head, maybe she was hallucinating. Then she heard it again. Twice? She couldn't have dreamt that. She drew out her gun and slowly walked a few doors down. She heard it yet again. This time it was even softer then before, but was followed by a deep male voice. Olivia could roughly make out what the words were, 'Shut up bitch!'

Olivia gently pushed open the door, which was slightly ajar, and crept in. She heard muffled noises at the far end of the apartment. It was Suzanne's apartment. A girl in her late teens, maybe early twenties. Olivia had only seen her a few times, but she seemed like a sweet girl, a bookworm with black framed glasses, little fragile features and freckles which matched her rich red hair. It seemed unlike her to bring home someone rough, but then again looks can be deceiving.

Olivia called quietly for back up, as she was not sure what she was up against.

"This is Detective Oliv…" Olivia started then stopped. The noise stopped. Olivia froze. She slipped her radio back and decided to check what was going on. At first she crept slowly in and then ran. She reached the room and waved her gun around. There at the open window, she saw him. He had tanned dark skin and deep brown hair. The man looked Olivia straight in the eye and then dropped down. Olivia ran to the window. It was pitch black outside but she could just make out a black figure darting away around the corner. Olivia turned around and saw a girl lying on the ground; she had fresh wounds across her naked body and blood dribbled down her curves. Next to her was a large black garbage bag. Olivia grabbed a bed sheet and tried to she stop the intensive bleeding from the wounded girl.

"Shh... everything is going to okay." She said giving the shivering red head a smile. "Come on, stay with me. Come on." But it wasn't working. This forced Olivia to immediately call an ambulance.

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"How is she?" Elliot asked as he strode up to her in the hospital.

Olivia looked up. "The doctors said she might not make it. Nine stabs in her chest. Most of them narrowly missed her heart, lung and main arteries."

"CSU found the weapon. It was three blocks away in a dumpster. They suspect that the man discarded it as he ran, they're dusting for prints but highly doubt they'll get one. He probably wore gloves," Elliot told her, giving her a pat on the back.

"What about the bag?" Olivia remembered and looked up into his eyes.

Elliot didn't have to answer.

"So he's not the professor." Olivia struggled to say.

"We don't know that for sure, there might have been two of them all along." Elliot was trying to sound confident, but it was useless. Inside, he knew the professor would probably be released, never charged.

"Elliot…" Olivia faded off.

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Author's note: A little short then the last chapter but REVIEW PLEASE!
Oh yeah, I said I'll tell you why I need the poll, sorry really forgetful! Anyway I did the poll because I couldn't decide if it should have been Olivia or Eames that found the girl. Kind of stupid I know!
Thanks to Jess for betaing this story for me!