The Storm keeps on twisting,
Keep on building the lie
"Ok, Olivia, Elliot get over to Jennifer Andrew's place, Munch, speed up the DNA analysis, we need to get a match ASAP. Fin, get to the neighbours see if we have a full picture yet, as to who this guy is. I'll get on to Alex on stand by ready for a search warrant." Cragen ordered. "We get any match get in touch and we'll arrest – go." They didn't need telling twice, all hurried off.
"Mrs Sutherland, have you finished with out sketch artist?" Fin asked politely but with urgency littered in his tone.
"Yes. This is the man running away from Rachel's apartment." She told him assertively. She got up and put her coat on. The artist picked his picture up and showed it to Fin.
"Cooper," he stated simply. Grabbed the picture and rushed over to Cragen's office, so the call could be made to get a signature for a warrant.
"Come on Sophie, tell us the results…this is really important – life or death" Munch pleaded with the young lab technician. He liked the new recruit in a fatherly sort of way. She looked at him and recognized the urgency in his eyes.
"Detective Munch," Sophie said. "I am just on my way down to collect the information right now… It finished running ten minutes ago – you're welcome to come." They almost ran through the various corridors of forensics, Munch eager to get the information he needed.
They walked in to the 'glass' room, where a piece of paper was waiting for Sophie and Munch. Sophie picked the paper up and skimmed her eyes down the sheet, absorbing the information.
"Well," Munch prompted.
"The DNA from your vic matches the suspect – a Mr Carl Cooper." She told him. Munch nearly jumped and flicked his mobile open, before Cragen picked up he said softly – almost to himself..
"Talk about ironic. A woman had to die to get this… Something sweet from something so disgusting…"
Olivia and Elliot drove off quickly, both of them itching to get over to Jennifer, so far there only definite witness for the prosecution in this case.
"I'm gong to have to go in on my own, you know." Olivia told him as there car dived in and out of traffic. Elliot glimpsed over to her.
"I don't think so Liv," Elliot told her "This is getting close, he has some form of personal attachment to you and…"
"Elliot, you saw Jennifer when we went before. She doesn't like you…" Olivia tried to make light of the moment but got a sarcastic look from her partner, she gave herself the tiniest smile. "Seriously, I'll be fine. Wait in the hall – you're not getting rid of me yet Detective Stabler – my guardian Angel."
Elliot sighed heavily, knowing she was right and therefore wasn't going to win. They pulled up outside Jennifer's apartment block, climbing the familiar stairs getting to 23A. A feeling of déjà vu filled them.
Elliot waited down the hall while Olivia knocked on the door; hand on their guns prepared for anything. The door opened, safety chain on. Tears were in the woman's eyes; a small frown filled her face, making her delicate features appear haunted.
"Jennifer Andrew's remember me? I'm Detective Benson. Are you ok?" Olivia asked through the small gap. Jennifer nodded like a scared mouse and opened the door.
Olivia walked in slowly, all her senses on alert. When she walked in to the familiar living room, she relaxed a little when a large grin spread over Jennifer's face
"Can I help you beautiful?" a chilling voice said.
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees.
Ok so this chapter is short but I wanted to leave a lil suspense, with Olivia and Cooper… erm, really appreciate the reviews… I think this story might be over in either 1 chapter or 2 chapters…who knows…. I might be able to drag it out…tee hee! Anyway – ENJOY!