Elliot and Olivia are directed to the staff lounge. Ryland Somerset us lying on the couch.

Olivia approaches her cautiously and softly touches her arm, "Ryland Somerset?"

She jolts up, "Yes…..sorry. And you are?"

"I'm Detective Olivia Benson, and this is my partner Elliot Stabler. We need to ask you a few questions."

"About Carrie….sure, anything. Really, I'm sorry I'm so jumpy. It's just……I saw Carrie and….," she fights back tears at the thought.

Elliot sits down beside her on the couch, "It's okay, perfectly understandable." He pulls out his notebook and pen and begins to question her, "So about what did time did you find Carrie?"

"Around seven. We have to make sure the residents are up and ready before eight….and as I was going from room to room…I remembered I have a huge paper due on the seventh…guess that's why seven sticks out in my mind. Weird."

Olivia has the next one, "Paper…you're in school?"

"Yeah, NYU….Law school, first year. Kinda nerve racking."

Elliot seems almost confused, "Law school. Well, just never work for the defense. But you know, you're just a volunteer, but why work here? Boost your resume?"

She looks at him, almost insulted, "No, my sister….she's well, just like these people. Special. I felt like working with them is just like helping her. It's my job to tuck them in at night and be here to wake them in the morning."

Olivia asks the obvious question, "Were you here last night?"

"Yes, I was, but only until eleven. I arrived back at my apartment around a quarter 'til midnight…and before you even ask, my doorman, neighbor, and roommate can verify that."

Elliot smiles, "You, uh, always so careful about people seeing you come home."

Ryland offers a smart look, "Yes Detective Stabler I am. My dad was a cop. So I grew up always needing an alibi and always have to offer it up before asked. I know that looks incriminating."

Olivia joins the exchange of looks, " Well, we'll still need to confirm that."

"Of course. I'll get you a list," Ryland writes down names and numbers and hands them to Olivia

Elliot politely pushes for more, "Okay. So, who else is here after you leave?"

"Well, there's the nursing staff….a few janitors….oh, janitors…..That's it!"

"Excuse me," Olivia seems insulted, for really no reason at all.

"There was this janitor, Neil….something…..Irish. He made a habit of stealing from the residents, but his favorite target was Carrie. But when she would ask him for her things back, he would make special trips to her room to return them. And one night….one of the nurses caught him in Carrie's room…..well, you know," Ryland begins to sob and rests her head on Elliot's shoulder, "I just know it's him….I know it. He….I mean, robbery….stalking….fantasizing….a few steps from rape right?"

Olivia stops her, "How did you know Carrie was raped?"

Ryland buries her face further into Elliot, "Well, all I know is that someone told me detectives from Special Victims wanted to talk to me…..Special Victims a.k.a. Sex Crimes. My dad was Homicide….so, I know about these little hand offs."

Olivia huffs and rolls her eyes.

Ryland adds more to her story, "But back to Carrie…..in my opinion, Neil should have been fired before this…..this thing." She sits up and wipes away her tears, sniffling.

Elliot hands her a tissue, "Do you know anywhere we could get Neil's full name, address…anything on him at all?"

"Actually, personnel probably still has a file on him…I hate for you guys to wear our your shoes looking for him."

The detectives stand up and prepare to leave. Olivia glares at Ryland, "Thank you. You have been very helpful."

"Oh, my pleasure. Carrie was like family to me."

Elliot hands Ryland his business card, "Call if you think of anything else, alright?"

She smiles and looks at it, "Sure thing….Elliot. And, thank you."

Olivia clears her throat, making it obvious that she was ready to leave. As her hand reaches for the door, Ryland stands, "Detectives?"

"Yeah," Olivia answers.

"I just wanted to say….in this case….special only begins to describe Carrie."

Elliot walks back over to Ryland. He takes her hands in his and then whispers to her, "My cell phone number is on the back of that card. Call day or night…if you need anything at all….I mean it."