A/N: Made this one a little longer! Thanks for the fab reviews! Enjoy

Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty or weightless

and maybe i'll find some peace tonight.

"Alex Cabot," Alex's voice sounded down the phone.

"Alex it's Cragen," Cragen told her, whilst getting impatient stares from Fin.

"What have you got for me?" she asked looking at the door where the judge about to sign her search warrant sat.

"We got a witness who gave our sketch artist a really great picture of Cooper and his DNA from the victim…" he told her, his voice a mixture of emotions. Happiness at being able to put Carl Cooper away and grim sadness at the atrocious thing the man had done..

"Great. Let me get the signature and ill fax you a copy. Give me 10 minutes." She told him.

Cragen put the phone back on the receiver and looked up at Fin. Fin raised an eyebrow expectantly, wanting confirmation of what he knew Alex had said.

"We're on. Give Alex 10 minutes and then we'll get our warrant." Cragen informed him. Fin immediately picked up his mobile and dialled Munch, his partner.

"Pick me up in 10 minutes." He said down the phone before putting it down.

Elliot paced the hall. She'd been in there nearly 15 minutes and he'd heard nothing. He frowned and decided to give it another 5 minutes before knocking. She was smart – she could look after herself, he knew that. A strong, independent woman...if she needed help he trusted she'd find a way of asking for it... He looked again at his watch, 5 minutes, he thought...

"Carl Cooper.." Olivia spoke softly, trying to control the panic that could so easily overwhelm her.

"That's right, babe… me and you." Cooper taunted. She looked across at Jennifer, who had a smirk on her face.

"You were in on this?" Olivia asked, at the same time evaluating her situation. She had a woman who could manipulate as easily as breathing and a murdering rapist in between herself and the door. Jennifer screwed her face up to look like a poor defenceless woman…

"I'm sorry, but… he hits me all the time… please help me…" Jennifer teased and taunted. She sniggered. Carl walked up to Olivia, completely invading her space. She tried to step back but found nothing but the cold hard wall. She swallowed slowly.

"Get out of my way Carl" she tried. She struggled to keep her voice free from shaking. He put his arm in her way and pressed himself against her. He licked the side of her face. Olivia gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She'd forgottenabout her gunin the shock - she tried reaching for it, but felt his hand on it already…

"What did you think you were gonna do Olivia, beautiful? Blow my brains out…?" he whispered in her ear. He laughed and took it from her,dragging her onto the couch. She knew if she shouted Elliot, Carl would kill her. At least if she was somewhat passive she had a chance of surviving. He passed Jennifer the gun.

"Whatis your deal with this?" Olivia asked Jennifer quietly. Jennifer looked up, eyes darkened, fulll of a fiery hatred that scared Olivia almost more than Carl.

"That's for me to know…" she sneered.

Fin grabbed the warrant off the machine tray and ran down through the building managing to shout back at Cragen.

"Got it and going."

He ran through the corridors of NYPD and out on to the street where Munch was waiting for him in the car .He jumped in to the passenger seat. Munch put his foot down.

"Something's not right." Munch stated. His usual dry humour not with him recently.

"What you mean other than a murdering rapist being free?" Fin muttered, somewhat sarcastically. Munch raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. I can't help thinking this Jennifer Andrew's isn't all she's supposed to be…I feel like we know her…. in some way, shape or form," Munch said and shrugged.

"I don't wanna be a dampener but we've met – what – hundreds of people in our work? Thousands of people in a lifetime? It's no doubt you've seen her before…You know I once spoke to a hypnotherapist who told me everything we see, no matter for how long, we remember it." Fin replied objectively. Munch shrugged again and flicked the radio on.

The latest news report broke the unnaturalstony silence. "With the suicide of rape victim Cassie Louise Frew last week, NYPD are coming under attack again at how they could not find her rapist… Her sister Sanndie Jane made this comment last night. 'I'm extremely disappointed with the work of the police department and my sisters death is entirely in their hands…' NYPD failed to make a statement."

Munch shook his head. He pulled up outside a small building, run down and tattered. They got out and walked inside.

The smell of urine hit the men the face first. Then the state of the apartment. It was disgusting. Damp covered the walls, empty beer cans and fast food tray littered the floor, dead mice could be found in the corners of the rooms and the furniture was covered in a heavy layer of black dirt. What they could see of a couch, they saw it was covered in vomit and cigarette bruns.

"Jesus Christ," Munch gasped. They tore the place apart. Room by room. Drawers and ornaments being moved around. Dust inches thick over the various surfaces. They got to the bedroom and stopped. Pictures of Olivia and newspaper clippings of another young girl covered the wall. They walked up to it and read the caption. They all read "Cassie Lousie Frew."

"NO," Munch snapped, "God Dammit."

Elliot's phone trilled. He almost jumped out of his skin.

"Elliot Stabler." He said automatically.

"Elliot, where's Olivia?" Munch asked urgently.

"With Jennifer Andrews. Making sure it's ok for me to go in. She was a little uncomfortable last time." Elliot explained.

"Get in there now. Olivia could be in trouble." Munch commanded. Elliot needed no more. He closed his phone and ran over to the door rapping on it loudly.

Olivia's eyes darted up to the door and back at Carl Cooper. Cooper stared at her.

"Olivia? Are you there?" Elliot called through the door. Carl shook his head and smiled slightly. He grabbed Olivia's gun and walked over to her grabbing her arm, heavily.

"You say one wrong thing beautiful, and ill kill lover boy out there and then ill kill you…" he taunted. He motioned with the gun for her to get up. She walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She could feel Cooper's eyes on her from the behind the door and could feel her own gun in her ribs.

"Hi," she said tensely, eyes wide.

"You ok? I spoke to Munch and he said…" Elliot spoke hurriedly, worried about his partner.

"I'm fine." She spoke slowly and deliberately. "Tell Munch he's got to come back to mine again after work like we did last time – he'll understand what I mean…" she cleared her throat, a smile spread on her face and she blushed. "El, I'm going to wait here with Jennifer. She's a little shaken up and she doesn't want a man around right now ok… I'll meet you back at the precinct in a bit ok?" Elliot looked at her. He really looked at her hard, a small frown played his face.

"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked again. Olivia prayed she could lie well. Then again it was her partner – he knew her inside out, they were like yin and yang on the job. The other could see where the other couldn't and together they epitomised a great working team. SHe felt thedangerous end ofher gun shoved in to her ribs and she knew she had to be convincing...

"I'm fine. Just promise to tell Munch ok?" she reassured, smiling. Elliot seemed to buy it. He nodded and turned around to leave.

"Ok I'll tell him. Keep your phone on and call if you need anything. I'll be here as soon as you need me."

Olivia closed the door. Her breathing staggered and harsh. She looked at Cooper. He looked impressed – triumphant and that made her feel physically sick. He gave a small, slow, slightly sarcasticclap.

"Well Beautiful that was truly amazing…inspired…I guess its not ELLIOT who's your lover…" Cooper praised. "Now let the games begin."

There's vultures and thieves at your back

You spend all your time waiting for a second chance