Elliot was laying in the crib. They had ran the DNA from Maureen's rape kit, no match.
Victim.
Raped.
Those words were terrorizing his every thought. His own daughter was raped, became a victim.
Victim.
Raped.
He couldn't keep from thinking about this. Once again the feeling of solid bullets of ice were taking over. He wanted to rip out his brain and remove all the memories of the last few days.
The crib door opened, revealing Fin.
"You okay?"
"No..."
"After I read Maureen's statement I could have sworn it was the same guy the other day."
"How's that case going by the way Fin?"
Fin sighed, "no leads." "Hey, maybe we should go rerun that DNA."
"We could scan it through the entire criminal justice system." Elliot said.
"Let's go." they both grabbed they're jackets and left.
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"Okay can you run that through the entire criminal justice system please." Elliot asked the technician.
"Sure." he gave them a smile then began to work.
"Okay we got something here." he pointed to the screen.
What they saw caused them to freeze in shock.