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:

It's been a while since I last updated, I am sorry! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Olivia leaned back on her chair. She stared at her hands. If only she had done more, if only she had run up the stairs instead of slowly walking, maybe Suzanne would still be alive. Suzanne had her whole life ahead of her. She felt cold. Her eyes were blood-shot. This was the way she spent her day off. A cold beer in one hand, staring blankly at what was in front of her. Her sight was blurred, fuzzy. She hated it. She just wanted to give up. This wasn't what she wanted, yet, she couldn't just give up.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone.

"Benson," She answered.

"Olivia, we need you back at the squad room," Elliot's voice shook her brain.

"Elliot…" She started.

"Olivia, I'll come by in ten. See you," Elliot said hastily and then hung up.

Olivia got out of her seat. Her head was thumping. She made her way to her bathroom and splashed her face with cold water.

Buzz, buzz The door bell went. Olivia quickly wiped her face and walked out to open the door.

Elliot stared. Olivia was pale, her face was stoned.

"You alright?" Elliot asked.

"Yea… yea…" Olivia said, grabbing her gun and badge.

Elliot watched as Olivia walked past him. She was wobbling. Elliot placed his hand on her shoulder and helped her back in.

"Wah?"

"I'll tell Cragen that you're sick. Go to bed, Olivia, get some rest."

III

"How is she?" Cragen asked as he walked into the room.

Elliot shrug, "Give her time to rest. Anyway, the lab found a fingerprint."

Elliot felt everyone's eyes on him. Each eager to find out what he was to say next.

"And…" Eames said.

"It belongs to a female. Ran it through the system. Chloe Huo…" Elliot said.

"Chloe?" Eames looked at Goren, Munch and Fin, her mouth opened.

"Yes, Tiffany's 'friend'."

"Why was she in the system?" Fin asked.

"Stealing. Let off on probation about five years ago."

"Well then bring her in for questioning. Find out why her prints were on the car keys," Cragen said.

III

Goren and Eames walked across the college grounds, till they come to a group of Asian girls. They were chatting in Chinese, or some other Asian language. One of the girls noticed the detectives walking towards them and nudged the girl beside her. They stared.

Goren got out his badge from his pocket and flashed it at them, as did Eames. Eames scanned the group and quickly laid her eyes on Chloe.

"How can we help you detectives?" one of the girls asked.

"Chloe, can we speak to you?" Chloe turned to the group and said something in Chinese, before getting up.

"Yes."

"We need you to come down to our precinct with us,"

Chloe's black, perfectly plucked eyebrows joined.

III

"Where were you two nights ago?" Elliot asked as he walked into the interrogation room.

Chloe looked up, "Do I need a lawyer?"

"Not yet, you're not under arrest,"

Her dark brown eyes met Elliot's, "I was with my parents all night, I slept there. Just ask my parents."

"We will."

"Why are asking me this? You think I kill them? Cause you've got the wrong person. I wouldn't touch anyone," Her eyes started to water.

"You own a car right?" Chloe nodded, "Where is it?"

"At my parent's, I keep it there."

"Does anyone else drive it?"

"Yeah… I lend it to my brother a lot."

"Who had on Saturday night?"

Chloe looked down, puzzled, "Um… brother and his friends. No, no, you can't think that he did something like."

Elliot shrugged.

"No… Anyway, why do you think that?"

"Because we found your prints on a set of keys found out the crime scene."

Chloe's eyes widened with shock.

"Tell us, how did your prints get there?"

"I gave my keys to my brother. He said that he lost his in his pile of junk," Chloe said, her whole body was shaking.

"Pile of junk?" Elliot asked, sitting down in the seat opposite her.

"His room."

"Oh…"

Chloe placed her hands over her mouth, "You think my brother attacked those women?"

"We don't know," Elliot said.

"But that picture, that you people showed me, my brother doesn't look like that."

Elliot didn't say anything, she did have a point.

III

Mr and Mrs Huo's house

"What is this?" Mr Huo asked as the detectives handed him a blue warrant.

"This gives us the right to have a look at your daughter's car," Goren said.

Mr Huo looked at Mrs Huo and spoke in a harsh tone. Goren and Eames stared as Mrs Huo nodded.

"Why?" Mr Huo turned around and asked.

"We think the car was involved in a crime," Eames replied

"Crime? What 'Crime'?

"Can we come in?" Mr Huo narrowed his eyes.

"Please come in," Mrs Huo said slowly, her arm gesturing for them to enter.

Goren and Eames glanced at Mr Huo. He nodded slightly.

"Thankyou," Eames said as she past Mrs Huo.

The floorboards were polished, and the walls had Asian water paintings, framed in black and brown. The detectives admired them as Mrs Huo hurried to into the living room.

"You want tea?" She asked.

"No thanks," Goren replied shaking both his head and hands.

She sat down on the black sofa. Mr Huo sat down next to him.

"You have a son," Goren said, pointing to a picture of the family in China.

Mrs Huo nodded, "A boy and girl."

"That's good in Chinese, right?" Goren asked.

"Yes, detective. In China, it's very lucky to have girl and boy."

"What's his name?" Eames asked, a smile hinting on her face.

"Matthew."

Eames nodded.

"Detectives, can I have word, now?" A CSU officer asked.

"We'll be right back, okay?" Eames said, getting up.

"We found this in the boot," The officer said as he picked up a black bag.

"What is it?" Eames said, putting on a pair of white rubber gloves.

"Clothing, with blood."

Eames stopped and looked up. Just at that moment, her cell rang.

"Eames?"

Goren poked his head around the car.

"Hey, we have to go." Eames tapped Goren on the shoulder and walked back into the house.

Goren followed.

"--- is he?" He head Eames ask.

"I don't know!" Mr Huo replied.

"Tell me, where is he?" Mrs Huo clinched onto Mr Huo. She said something in Chinese.

"What did she say?" Eames asked.

"His at this restaurant in China Town," Mrs Huo said.

Mr Huo turned red, and screamed at Mrs Huo.

III

China Town

"Here it is…" Eames said as they entered restaurant.

Inside it was pretty much empty, except for a group of guys, drinking.

"Bet that's where Matthew Huo is," Elliot said. He had just entered the restaurant.

"They all look similar. Well at least their hair does." Eames commented.

Everyone at the table had his hair spiked up, the tips were coloured.

"Excuse me, which one is Matthew Huo?" Goren asked flashing his badge. They turned around at the company they had now.

No one spoke at first.

"Which one is Matthew Huo?" Elliot repeated.

"Why do you want him?" One asked.

"We ask the questions, and you answer them," Elliot said.

"I am," A guy on stood up.

"Matthew Huo, you are under arrest. You have the right of an attorney…"

III

"I didn't do it."

"Yes you did. We have the evidence to prove it," Elliot felt his temper raising.

"Oh and what's that?"

"We have the clothes, the car, and you don't have an alibi."

Matthew snorted, "Yes I do. I didn't kill anyone."

"Rape!"

"Well I have an alibi. I was with friends all week."

Elliot opened his mouth to reply, but heard a knock.

"I'll be right back," he said as he opened the door.

"Elliot, he doesn't fit the profile or the sketch," Cragen said, "He doesn't have any previous records."

"Because his not the only one." Fin said as he walked in.

"What?" Elliot asked

"His not the only who attacked these women. Lab tested the clothes. They found the condoms. There were at least three guys involved."

"I'll get Casey to get us a warrant for Matthew Huo's DNA," Cragen said, "Elliot get back in there and question him about the other members of his sick gang."

III

It was quickly night again. Elliot was exhausted. Matthew asked for a lawyer, and that was the end of the interview.

"Elliot, the Lab just called. It's a match."

"We better tell Casey that," Elliot said, getting up, "I'm going to the crib."

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