Katrina Anderson looked up from the floor as Alex and Olivia entered the room. They were in Captain Cragen's office; the only private place that wasn't a cold, empty interrogation room. You didn't interrogate the victims. Not usually, at least. Alex took a seat across from her, studying the thin, sculpted face, the large, dark eyes, while Olivia explained who they were and what they wanted.

"Call me Kat," was the first thing Miss Anderson said after Alex asked if they could talk. She had a sweet, soft voice.

"Thank you, Kat. You can call me Alex. I'm sorry, but can you tell me how you know Detective Goren?" Kat's eyes flickered to Olivia and back.

"I already told the other officer," she said. Alex nodded.

"I know, I just need to ask again."

"He's my neighbor."

"And before yesterday, did he ever try to hurt you or come on to you?"

"No, I rarely ever saw him, he was working so much, but when I did, he was always nice. Quiet, but nice." Now that sounded like Bobby.

"Please, I know this is hard, but could you describe what happened yesterday?"

"I was just getting home from the store," she said, her voice quavering slightly. "It was getting late, I was in a hurry to start dinner before Gracie showed up. She and I always watch Survivor together. I put the groceries on the floor beside the door and got out my keys. I'd just unlocked the door when I felt -" She looked down at the floor. "-like I wasn't alone. I turned around and he grabbed me. He pushed me into the apartment and raped me." Alex pretended to make notes in the margins of her paper. Olivia wasn't going to like this.

"Kat, I have to warn you, parts of your story just don't check out. The evidence suggests something different happened."

"You think I'm lying about being raped?" Kat demanded, but she didn't look up from the floor. Alex shot Olivia a pleading look, begging her not to interrupt. This was going to get ugly.

"Kat, the rape kit we did on you found vaginal fluid, but not seminal. This would suggest that only one of you had an orgasm, and it wasn't him."

"Are you saying I enjoyed it?" Kat cried, angry tears sparkling in her dark eyes. "Are you saying this was my fault?"

"Detective Eames, can I speak with you?" Olivia asked between clenched teeth. Alex ignored her.

"I'm not saying this was anyone's fault. I just want to know the truth."

"I told you the truth!" Kat cried, tears streaking her face. "He raped me! I should have known you'd protect one of your own."

"We're not protecting him," Olivia assured her. "We just need to know that you've told us everything, so that he can never hurt anyone else again." She shot Alex a dirty look. It didn't do any good; attacking rape victims didn't exactly leave her with a fuzzy feeling inside.

"Please, Kat," Alex said, "go back to the hallway, when you realized you weren't alone. Tell us how you knew. Was it a sound, a smell, a... feeling?" Those dark eyes flickered to her, then away again.

"A feeling," she said at last, her voice thick with tears. "It was like, when Gracie and I go out to a club, and I see this guy, just some guy, across the room. I don't want to talk, I don't want to dance, I just want to find someplace dark and... you know. I never do, of course, but that was the feeling. It got stronger, almost until I couldn't breathe. I turned around, and he was standing on the stairs, watching me with those intense eyes of his. He came closer, and I didn't stop him, I couldn't, I didn't want to." She started crying again.

"Is that when he touched you?" Olivia asked softly. Kat shook her head.

"I touched him, I touched his arm, and I couldn't stop myself. I knew what I was doing, I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't stop. I ripped his shirt open." She fell silent again and neither detective pressed for any more details. It was as Alex had suspected, and she bet the other two victims were hiding the same story. After a moment, Kat spoke again. "We had sex," she said tonelessly, "on the floor... with the front door open. It was... it was... primal, like nothing I'd felt before. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, but once I came, the need just died. He looked as scared as I felt, and he just ran away. He never finished." Alex exchanged looks with Olivia.

"Thank you, Kat, for being so honest," Alex said. She left Olivia to wipe away the tears and straightened up the loose ends, while she caught her breath in the hall. She felt nauseous. After a few minutes, Olivia joined her and the headed back toward the interrogation rooms.

"Even if we can get the other victims to corroborate Miss Anderson's story," Olivia said, "no judge or jury is going to buy an incubus curse as a defense."

"Maybe not," Alex said, "but if the women refuse to press charges, the DA might be persuaded not to prosecute. Especially if we hand them the person responsible."

"Something tells me witchcraft is going to be hard to prosecute." They stepped into the dark room that observed Bobby's interrogation. Stabler had left, and a friendly-looking Asian man had taken his place. Alex raised her eyebrows at Olivia. "Dr. Huang, forensic psychiatrist." Alex laughed.

"Good luck. Bobby's harder to figure out than a Rubik's cube in the dark." They watched in silence for a moment. Dr. Huang might as well have been talking to a brick wall.

"You know," Olivia said after a moment, "if you're right about this incubus thing, the real perp is still out there."

"And we've got another victim on our hands."

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