In the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort there?

Olivia and Elliott walked up the stairs to Jennifer Andrews's apartment. They found 23A and rapped on the door. The door opened with the security chain still attached and a young woman looked out through the gap.

"Yes?" she asked quietly.

"Miss Andrews?" Elliot asked. The girl nodded. "I'm Detective Stabler, this is my partner Detective Benson, we think you can help us with our enquiries in to Carl Cooper?" Elliot spoke politely but forcefully, determined to get her to open the door.

She looked at their badges and paused for a second, in thought. "Sure." She opened the door and hurried them in. They looked around and made their way in to her bare, simple living area. She followed them in.

"How can I help you?" she asked quietly and motioned for them to sit down.

"Can you tell us how you know Carl Cooper?" Olivia asked as she sat down on the settee. Elliot remained standing behind her.

"We met about three nights ago in a club. We came back here and..you know…" she answered speaking quietly.

"And was he here two nights ago?" Elliot probed.

"Erm…yeah… " her eyes blinked rapidly as she looked to the left.

"Are you sure?" Olivia asked, remebering something an old colleaugue tought her ...rapid blinking is a liar, looking left is a liar - looking right for remebering... "Your not going to be in any trouble, it's just we have to know where he was two nights ago." She tried to reassure the girl who looked about to cry, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at Elliot. Olivia looked up at him and he took the hint.

"I'm going to wait in the car – I need to call Munch." He told them and left, waiting outside the door.

"He wasn't here," Jennifer whispered when he left the room. "He called me and told me to tell anyone who asked that he was, and if I told my mouth he'd permanently shut me up." Hot tears slid down her face. Olivia handed her a tissue, from her pocket.

"What made you think he would hurt you?" Olivia asked kindly. Jennifer pulled her t-shirt sleeves up. Large bruises covered her upper arms.

"I told him that I wouldn't lie for him. He grabbed me shook me until I said I would…" she explained in between heavy sobs.

"Did he say anything about why you had to lie for him?" Olivia tried when the girl had calmed down a little bit.

"He said it was none of my business but that he'd been finishing a job for 'Beautiful'. I don't know who he was talking about…" Jennifer explained.

"Thank you for your time," Olivia said, "If he comes back can you please call us…on any of these numbers." She handed her a piece of paper with all the teams' numbers on it. Her heart bled for Jennifer. A woman so quiet and timid she couldn't stand up for herself.

She walked out the apartment and met Elliot by the door.

"He wasn't here. He's got no alibi." She told him as they left together.

"I heard what she said. About him 'finishing a job for beautiful'," Elliot told her.

"We have got to get this creep." She replied, dismissing the comment.

"Ok guys come and fill me in – where we at?" Cragen asked leaning out of his office. Everyone got up and walked in to his office.

"Olivia, Elliot, what happened with Jennifer Andrews?" he asked.

"She says that he wasn't at hers on the night after all. She was scared because he hit her and threatened to hurt if she told the truth." She said anticipating their next question. "I saw the bruises."

"When Elliot called and told us, we followed up some of his 'friends' to double check Cooper's alibi, and they've not spoken to him for weeks, some month," Munch started.

"So we went back to the scene and spoke again to neighbours, asking for closer detail for a potential picture. The vague idea we're getting is someone very similar to Cooper" Fin finished.

"We're waiting for DNA results from the skin cells taken from Rachel's fingernails and we'll arrest him." Elliot finished.

"I have a question. Why did he leave DNA? Why did he get seen? Why is he leaving clues?" Fin asked the question they were all thinking.

"I have no idea. Ask when we catch his ass." Cragen told them. Olivia's phone trilled.

"Olivia Benson." She stated and looked at the group as she recognized the voice.

"Beautiful, You like my handiwork?" the cold, sneering voice asked.

"Listen you sick son of a bitch," Olivia snapped, "We're going to get you soon, you wait…"

"Tut tut tut, Olivia beautiful… You seem to think I care surely you're finding the clues?….Jennifer might though, if its not soon… bye" he teased, putting the phone down.

"I think he's getting Jennifer, hurry, with this evidence." She told the group and they left.

You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie…

Ok thanks for the fab reviews…. This chapter isn't overly great ,in the way f being FULL of action but it has necessary detail in, I think…obviously I appreciate all reviews.