All the Pieces Fell into Place

Summary: A case hits a little too close to home as the Stabler's struggle to save one of their own.

Disclaimer: Still not mine, but I'd be glad to take them off Sick Wolf's hands if he wanted!

A/N: Another case chapter (possibly one more to be added tonight)

Chapter 3

"Think she'll know anything?" Elliot asked as the two made their way to the car.

"Yeah, I do." Olivia answered. "When I was a kid I told Jill everything." She continued, referencing her best friend form high school. She and Elliot had had dinner with her family a few times. Elliot knew that the two were still close.

Bridgett's Dorm

Olivia was the one to knock on the door this time.

"Hi Sally." Olivia said as the young woman greeted her and Elliot. "I'm Olivia, and this is my partner Elliot." Olivia said indicating her husband. "Do you mind if we have a few words with you?" she finally asked.

"Sure." Sally said, as she showed the two detectives in. "I assume that this is about Bridge." She noted.

"We're sorry for your loss, but can you tell us if Bridgett was having problems with anyone lately? Oris she wasexhibiting any weird behavior that would indicate that she was in trouble before she died?" Elliot asked.

"No, that's why this is so hard. We had no warning." Sally answered.

"We assume that she was coming back here when she was killed. Can you tell us where she was, and who she was with?" Olivia asked in a comforting voice.

"She was with me." The girl said, tears threatening to fall.

"We were at a club. We go there a lot. It's a good place to meet guys. She continued, the tears beginning to fall now.

"She said that she was tired at about 10. I had just met some guy, and she didn't want to pull me away, so she left without me. She was a little tipsy, so I helped her haul a cab. I thought she'd be able to make it back okay." Sally finished.

"Did you notice anything out of the usual when she left?" Elliot asked.

Sally thought for a moment, before remembering something.

Olivia noticed the realization on the girls face. "What is it?" She asked.

"There was this guy, outside the club. He was kinda eying her when she came outside. Especially when he noticed that she was drunk." Sally answered.

"Why is that weird?" Elliot asked, a little confused.

"Well, normally it wouldn't be. I mean, guys were always eying Bridgett. This guy was different though. Most of her admirers are around our age, but this guy had to be at least 60. And he didn't even notice her until she tripped over her own feet." Sally explained.

"Okay." Elliot said. "Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Yeah, he was standing right under the street light. I saw every line on his face." Sally said, looking Elliot directly in the eyes.

"Have you ever seen this man before?" Elliot asked

"No, never." Sally answered.

"We're gonna set you up with a sketch artist okay?" He asked.

"Sure" Sally answered. "Anything to put this guy away for what he did."

With that Elliot ushered Sally out to a uniformed officer, so that he could bring her to the precinct to work on a sketch. Then the two returned to their car, and followed suit.

The 1-6

"This is the sketch Sally gave us." Elliot explained as he handed a copy out to each of the detectives, and Cragen. They were all sitting around Elliot's desk. Olivia and Munch were sitting on either side, Cragen was standing, and Fin was sitting in a chair pulled up to the desk.

Olivia took it, and just stared at the face that was looking back at her. The eyes were so cold. She knew those eyes, she feared those eyes, but she couldn't understand why.

Elliot noticed Olivia go white, he wanted to check on her, but she would have killed him if he embarrassed her like that in front of the entire bullpen.

"Did you get anything form the girl's mother or roommate?" Cragen asked after studying the sketch in front of him.

"Mother didn't know much, but her roommate said that the first time she saw this guy was outside the club the two were at. They frequent there, and this was the first time she had seen him, so I don't think it'shis usual hangout." Elliot said, relaying his information to the other men.

"I ran a check; MO matches 3 other rape homicides in the past three years." Olivia interjected. "Each girl was coming home from a club or bar: they were drunk, and attacked on campus. No DNA was found at any of the scenes; perp used a condom. Witnesses in all three cases reported seeing an older man paying close attention to the girls." Olivia finished

"Do we have a preferred location?" Cragen asked.

"No." Olivia sighed." Each attack was at a different college, and different bar. One was at NYU, another at Queens College, and the third was at New York College." She continued.

"So basically all that we can assume is that this guy lives in or around the city." Munch noted sarcastically.

"Basically." Olivia said, annoyed.

"If this guy is 60, there has to be more attacks. I mean, you don't just become a rapist after 60 years." Fin noted.

"Yeah, or maybe he's new to the area, or maybe no one's reported it yet." Elliot corrected Fin's inference.

Fin grunted a response, but everyone just ignored it.

"Okay, I say we do some canvases of all the local clubs where college students like to hang out tonight, maybe we'll catch something." Cragen finally ruled.

"Okay great Cap, but, with all do respect, how the hell are we suppose to know where the college kids hang out?" Munch asked over his glasses.

"El, your daughters are both in college aren't they?" Fin asked.

"Yeah, so." Elliot answered, not sure if he wanted to hear the response.

"Well, why don't you ask them?" Fin continued.

"Well, because Kathleen is 20, too young to be going to bars, and Maureen is doing her residency, too bust to be going to bars." Elliot finished.

"I'll call Maureen." Olivia said, knowing that Elliot only didn't want to call because he didn't want to know. In his mind his daughters were still his little girls who liked to play princess, tea party, and Barbie's.

Olivia walked back over to her desk. She picked up her phone and dialed Maureen's cell phone number.

"Hello." The familiar voice of her eldest step daughter came over the receiver.

"Hey Maureen, it's Liv." Olivia replied.

"Oh, hey Liv, I was just about to call you." Maureen answered.

"Really, why?" Olivia questioned.

"Well, I know that this Friday Lizzie and Dickey will be at your place. Kathleen told me that she's off from school so she's going too." She explained. "Anyway, I was wondering if you would mind if Josh (her boyfriend) and I joined you guys."

"Of course you guys can, any reason why?" Olivia asked,

"We want to tell you guys something." Maureen answered casually.

"Really, and what would that be?" Olivia asked slyly.

"You'll have to wait until tomorrow." Maureen teased. "So, what's up Liv, why did you call?" She asked reminding Olivia of her task.

"Well, your dad and I are working a case, and we need to know some of the night clubs college girls like to hang out in." Olivia explained.

"Liv, I haven't been out since I started my residency, why don't you call Kathleen." Maureen questioned.

"Because she's 20, and according to your father hasn't even seen the inside of a bar yet." Olivia noted.

"Liv, who do you think got my fake ID when I turned 21?" Maureen asked mockingly.

"I didn't hear that." Olivia laughed into the phone.

"Okay, well, anyway, I like the Blue Room on 27th, The Bamboo Club, on 9th, and The Flying Carpet on 18th. I'd try those." Maureen finished.

"Okay, thanks Hun, I'll see you tomorrow." Olivia concluded.

"K, bye." Maureen answered, then hung up.

Olivia took her list to the Captain, and he handed out assignments.

TBC.. Onemore chapter tonight, the story will pick up then, I promis!