A/N: S.E. Holmes….this is all your fault. But for you…..and anyone else that has ever watched Oz, well, you'll get the reference. Just assume Oz and Law and Order don't recruit from the same casting pool….for at least once. Not attempting a crossover…just for some amusement.

Special Victims Unit

Interrogation Room

September 3

Ryland is checking her hair and make-up in the one way mirror, while Cragen, Novak, Dr. Huang, Stabler and Benson watch.

Novak crosses her arms, "I'm sure she'll represent herself."

Cragen nods in agreement, "Undoubtedly. But she'll still need a licensed attorney to back her up…anyone know if she has one."

"She said…someone with the name Beecher…never heard of him," Olivia says.

"Guy from upstate. Has a real taste for the wrongfully accused….guy was once on trail for vehicular manslaughter ….shot so many holes in the prosecution's case, it had to be dismissed….he should have been disbarred, but instead…he got a raise," Casey says, rolling her eyes, "Great."

Cragen redirects the conversation, "You two…light her up. Let's see what the Doc can gain from her."

They all face the glass and look at her. She stops primping and waves, almost like she sees them. Benson and Stabler exchange a look and enter the room.

"Detective Benson….Elliot…so good to see you two again…that car ride was awfully quiet. Say, you got one of those waivers for me to sign….so we can speak. My, friend, will be by later."

Olivia throws down the waiver in front of her. Ryland sits down and signs it without ever taking her eyes off of Olivia. She slides it back across the table.

Elliot leans against the one way, "Why did you lie to us?"

"I would never! Lying to the police is a serious offense."

"So is murder. So you should appreciate what we've got to show you," Olivia stands over her, "Your doorman….the one that is supposed to prove you where home….caught sleeping, while a woman who looks kinds like you, " she puts a group of security photos down in front of Ryland, "Wait…matter of fact, is you…walks right past. Your roommate said you went out, all disguised and you threatened to cut our her voice box if she told….bet it's gonna be a real pain to find someone to share that place with , not that you'll be needing it. Even your Daddy gave you up sweetheart…said you didn't call till late."

Ryland gazes up at Olivia, blue eyes ablaze with excitement, "Very entertaining. But all circumstantial at best, love. Besides, I have a twin sister remember?"

"That you nearly beat to death….love. What do you think a jury will say to that, " Olivia says.

"Nothing…no judge would ever allow that to be heard. Plus, I didn't do anything. And I paid my debt for my sister. Anything else?"

"Liv….back off…Ryland, come on…." Elliot says, trying to defuse the tension.

Olivia forces her stand and gets two inches from her face, "You killed Carrie, I know it. All because she got more attention than you. Hell of a motive, honey. Jealousy. But how about we try this on: You left the home at your usual time….to not arouse suspicion…..made for damn sure everyone saw you…then you leave your apartment in disguise; no one will even notice. But you did forget the cameras. So, you went back to the home….even stole the main code from security….only you can't even sneak through there…"

"Olivia. Stop," Elliot pushes himself away from the glass.

"Even a few people see you…and you actually talk to them…then you go to Carrie's room…and you know everyone is sound asleep…and that the nurses are on break….you wake Carrie up….and beat her just like your sister…but that's not enough is it? So, you grab the bat and rape her with it. But, you can't leave her to talk…so in a fit of rage and jealousy…you beat her to death with it. You kill her and leave like it's no big deal."

Ryland laughs and an evil grins curls up on her face, "Wow…you should be a cop."

Olivia shoves her against the wall, "And you even call the police…to cover it all. Impressive…but you never had me fooled. Not for even a second."

"You lesbians….think you know everything…"

"Bitch, " Olivia lunges at her, but Elliot stops her.

"Give us a second," Elliot says.

"My pleasure….tie your doggie up if it can't play nice," Ryland says.

Elliot pushes Olivia out of the door.

"Well, that was entertaining," Cragen says.

"Sorry…I just snapped. That….she, got to me that's all," Olivia shakes her head.

"She's smarter than to just confess," Casey remarks.

"Hold on Casey. I think I have an idea," Dr. Huang interjects, "She wanted to set Olivia off…she sees her as competition. She knows there's no way Olivia will be allowed back in there with her. Elliot…she's formed some sort of attachment to you…maybe because you're a father….she thinks she can manipulate you like she did her own father. You really need to be in there with her….let her lead you…um, alone."

Elliot nods, "Liv…we good?"

"Yeah…just, get it."

Elliot loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves. He re-enters the room. Ryland smiles and she takes a seat.

"So…where were we," she says.

"Look. I'm sorry about the way she went of like that. She had no right to," Elliot says, as he takes a seat across from her.

"Eh, no harm no foul. But back to business…you know arresting me, in front of a group of law students…points for originality."

"I'm sure if you just tell me what happened….."

"Hmm, maybe it was just an excuse for you to finally handcuff me."

"What."

Ryland gets up from her seat. She strides to the other side and takes a seat on the table; beside Elliot, "Come on Elliot…don't deny it. I can see it in your eyes….besides, what attractive older man wouldn't want an attractive younger woman like me?"

"Ryland….I…."

She laughs, "I'm just jerking your chain. And plus, we all know no man alive can resist me."

"Even Neil O'Riley?"

"Please. Not even in my greatest moment of desperation."

"Well…maybe not even in his. He had it real bad for Carrie right?"

Ryland looks directly in the mirror, "Don't insult my intelligence. I know what your trying. And it won't work. For one, because I didn't do anything wrong."

"That your story?"

"No story, that's the truth."

"That's funny. You know we've searched your place. We found a long brunette wig…plus glasses…looks kinda like that girl on the security camera."

"Maybe you should be questioning her."

"We are."

"Elliot….that hurts.What onEarth would make you...I got it!Some of the special kiddies….let me guess…than can I.D. this girl. They say her up close."

"As a matter of fact. They did."

"Oh yeah? And uh, what color where the person's eyes?"

Elliot stands up and looks her right in the eye, "Funny you should mention eye color…I have it from a very reliable source that you have colored contacts."

"That's your bombshell. Ha…I hope they're credible. Well, this ought to be loads of fun."

"Prison? No….that's not fun."

Ryland stands, "Well, I'm not going to prison. But this…is big fun."

She grabs Elliot and kisses him. He shoves himself away; she laughs as he leaves the room.

"Why…why did she do that?"

"She was cornered…wanted to prove she's in control," Huang says.

"And as bad as I hate to admit it…that's the most action I've gotten in a very long time," Elliot remarks as he wipes the lipstick from his mouth.

"That's a real shame Detective," a blonde man, with blue eyes not to different from Ryland,says as he enters the room.

"And you are," Elliot asks.

Before the man can answer, Ryland is escorted out of the room by a uniformed officer, "TOBY! You're late….," She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.

Everyone gives him a questioning look, "Tobias Beecher….I'm Miss Somerset's co-council."

"I'm Captain Cragen….this is Dr. George Huang, FBI. These are Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler and this is Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak."

Beecher looks at Stabler and smiles, as he looks him up and down. He whispers to Ryland, "You were right…."

Stabler looks disgusted. Casey decides to stop another potential incident, "Mr. Beecher, pleasure to meet you. Nice to see a murder can practice law.

"Pleasure to meet the sorry excuse for Alexandra Cabot's replacement. That one, she could really get things done. She was cute too and very intimidating. Which might I add, you. Are not," Beecher says with a smile.

Casey glares as him before glaring at Ryland, "As for you Miss Somerset….hope your ready for twenty five to life."

Ryland and Beecher laugh. "It's be a mighty cold day in hell Miss Novak. Ryland here is innocent," Beecher says.

"Exactly Toby. And besides, no jury could ever side with a woman who is just living in a shadow; who doesn't even know how to be her own person. Tell me, does that blonde hair make you feel like her….cause you know, to be honest, I would have been scared to death of her…but you. Please. You don't even know what shoes go with that outfit…..I'll see you at arraignment…."

Ryland and Beecher laugh as the leave the room, with a uniformed officer not to far behind.