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WARNING: This chapter contains a fair amount of bad language and sexual situations. So, those with weak constitutions may want to create mental bleeps and black censors for themselves during those parts, or just not read it. Your choice.

Chapter 5

"Elliot, you need to let go." Elliot continued to stare into the room, not at all comprehending anything Cragen had just said. He felt his anger rising as Morgan pulled away from a seemingly harmless kiss looking extremely satisfied. I'm going to kill that son-of-a-bitch, he thought.

"Elliot!" Elliot jerked his head to face Cragen, who Elliot now realized, had placed a hand coaxingly on Elliot's arm trying to release the death grip he had on the sill of the window. Elliot jerked his arm away.

"We never should have given him the fucking key," Elliot yelled, angry more at his helplessness rather than at Cragen. Cragen knew it to.

"Elliot, I can't have you doubting me now. That won't help us and it won't help Olivia. Do you understand me?" Cragen asked, making direct eye contact with him.

"Yes, Sir," Elliot muttered with shame and anger for the way he had reacted.

"Good news," Munch said approaching them, a manila folder in hand. "I've found our psycho's file. Took me a little while since the report was under his father's name. His name is Gregory James Morgan. Born in 1972, he grew up in Chicago, but moved to New York in 1977 with his parents—"

"That's all fine and dandy, but what about his case?" Elliot broke in impatiently. Munch flashed Elliot a look of annoyance over his glasses before continuing.

"The statement given by Leonard Parker Morgan, the father, who arrived home after work the night of his wife's murder, had dinner with his wife, and consensual sex. He said he left sometime during the night to take a walk and think about a work problem. When he returned he said he'd found his wife laying dead on their bed."

"Let me guess," Elliot continued. "The cops investigate, find extensive bruising, a husband with no alibi, but a motive for money in case of the wife's death."

"Yep," Munch confirmed. "The ME placed the death somewhere between two and five in the morning. A tox screen was also run on Mr. Morgan, and he was found to have a BAC of 0.095. It says that Olivia was assigned to the case at the time and helped find the evidence for the prosecution. Mr. Morgan was convicted of rape, manslaughter, and insurance fraud. Got twenty-five to life."

"He's still serving time, then?" Cragen asked hopefully.

"Actually, no. He killed himself a year later by suffocating on a plastic spoon," Munch answered.

"What about the sister? Morgan mentioned she was raped too," Elliot said.

Munch took a minute to look through and turn the pages within the file. "Nope, there's no mention of a sister."

"If there was an investigation, there should be a file," Elliot pointed out.

"Do you have a name?" Munch asked expectantly.

"No, but I think Olivia worked on that case as well. Apparently she was raped like her mother, but I think she survived."

"Munch, locate the sister's file and see if you can find a current address. Call Huang and get him down here. I want to know what this guy is thinking."

"I'm on it," Munch said, leaving the group with a look at Elliot that told him to calm down.

Once Munch left, Cragen turned to Elliot. "You're going to cut the attitude right now. I'm as anxious to end this as you, but it doesn't get done any faster by snapping at other detectives who are trying to help. Got it?"

Elliot didn't say anything, but gave a big sigh and a slight nod. "Good, now I want you to keep an eye on Olivia, and keep me informed of what goes on in there. If I feel you can't handle it, I'll assign you to something else." It was a threat that Elliot knew Cragen would keep. How Cap was managing to keep such a level head during all of this, Elliot had no idea, but he knew he had to start gaining some control if he wanted to find anyway to help his partner.

Cragen took one more look into the interrogation room before heading into the main work area.

"Hey Cap!" Cragen looked up to where Munch was standing up from his desk. The phone that had been resting between his cheek and shoulder was moved away from his mouth once he saw Cragen turn. "Huang's in his office and wants to know if it's safe to come out."

Cragen sighed. He was hoping that that wouldn't be the case. He would just have to wait to get a psych evaluation. "No, tell him to stay where he is."

"Cap!" Cragen looked over towards the new voice and found Fin motioning him over. He too had a phone in his hands.

"I've got the bomb squad on the line. They said they're outside and want to know the situation." Cragen reached for the phone and Fin gave it to him.

"This is Captain Donald Cragen, to whom am I speaking?"

"Sergeant Ben Jabbers of the New York City Bomb Squad," came a deep voice. "Are you in charge of the facility?"

"Yes," Cragen answered.

"Please explain the situation." Cragen did a quick summary of their knowledge of Morgan and everything that had occurred so far.

"What about windows? Has he said anything about them?" Sergeant Jabbers asked thoughtfully.

"No."

"Anyone in your facility have any previous experience with explosives?"

Cragen thought for a moment. "One of my men transfered from the BS. A Ted Fisher."

"Is he in the office right now?"

"Yes."

"Accessible?"

"I think so."

"Okay, this is what we're going to do. Find Ted Fisher and put him on the phone with me. If I think he knows his stuff, we're going to go to one of the front windows of the building. We'll investigate it from the outside, and your man from the inside. If it's clear, we're going to open the window and start getting your people out of there. Can Morgan see the window I specified from where he is?"

Cragen's eyes shifted back to where the interrogation rooms were. "No, he can't see anything."

"Good, now do you have a phone you can carry around with you?"

"Yes, I've got my cell phone."

"Alright, I'll give you the number for this phone, you give me the number for yours so we can stay in contact. I want you to locate Ted Fisher and then call me back. Any questions?"

"None," Cragen responded, feeling hopeful that they finally may be getting somewhere. He hung up the phone and set on his search of finding Fisher.

5555

"Don't you ever do that again," Olivia warned, her eyes burning with hatred as she looked at Morgan.

Morgan pushed his body closer to Olivia's. "You mean this?" Instead of going for her cheek, Morgan went straight for her lips. Olivia turned her head frantically from side to side, trying to keep her lips out of his reach and her mouth closed, but Morgan put his hands on either side of her head and brought his lips forcefully on hers.

The sensation was weird seeing as how Olivia didn't make any reaction to return the kiss. The feeling reminded her of when she had once put her finger in a little baby's mouth she had been holding. The baby sucked on her finger with a gentle pressure due to its lack of teeth. This kiss was a lot similar to that.

Suddenly, Olivia felt the tip of his tongue playing at the narrow valley between her lips. Olivia opened her mouth and bit down hard on his tongue like a baby who had just discovered its teeth. Morgan pulled away instantly, but even Olivia could taste a few drops of blood in her own mouth. She began spitting out to one side of the chair as Morgan's surprise caused him to jump off of her.

"You bitch!" he yelled as he looked at her. Blood was dripping down the front of his mouth. "So that's how you want it to be?"

Morgan stood in front of her, brought his fist back and punched her hard in the face. Olivia's head jerked painfully to one side. She thought she heard something in her jaw crack, but she couldn't be sure. The pain was persistent and only seemed to increase the more she thought about it. As she tried to clear her head, she began to become aware that Morgan was on her again, but this time he was doing something.

It took her a moment to realize that he had successfully un-tucked her shirt from her pants. Another second caused her to realize that he was only two buttons away from having her blouse completely unbuttoned. Just as quickly, her blouse opened to reveal her plain black bra to any and all that were watching.

"You want to know how good that felt, Olivia?" he demanded, looking completely insane in his anger. "It felt like this." He took his hands and placed them both on her lean stomach, but then brought them up slowly under her bra. He touched, poked, prodded, and pinched her breasts all while giving her bloody kisses up and down her neck.

"Stop it!" Olivia protested as she began shaking the chair with her body as much as she could. She could even hear a level of panic in her voice that she wished wasn't there, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know how far this guy would go. The guy had already admitted to raping twice, which meant he was fully capable of it. The last thing she wanted to do was be raped, but it would be five times worse if he decided to rape her in front of her colleagues. It would desecrate the one place she thought herself safe. No, she couldn't let him rape her. "Get off of me!" she shouted again.

A loud pounding came from the front window. Morgan stopped. His hands were still under her bra, but his face was now turned towards the mirror. The pounding stopped and Olivia could suddenly hear a very muffled voice coming in through the door jam.

"Looks like we have an audience," Morgan said to her in satisfaction. Olivia felt a rush of shame for being seen as she was. She was defenseless, and this man seemed to enjoy using her body as a punching bag and a play toy. To Olivia's relief, Morgan got up off of her and made his way towards the door. "What? I can't hear you!" Morgan shouted at the door. He sent a mischievous grin back at Olivia and then returned his attention back to the door.

"I said, don't you dare touch her you asshole!" The words were said so loudly that even Olivia could make them out. It was Elliot, she knew that instantly. A second later, Elliot's red face appeared in the window in the door.

"Olivia, why didn't you tell me it was your boyfriend!" Morgan chided while staring in satisfaction at Elliot.

"If you touch her again," Elliot threatened. "You're going to wish for the death penalty."

"I'm afraid Olivia's been cheating on you," Morgan said as if Elliot hadn't spoken.

"You stay away from her!"

"Or you'll do what?" Morgan demanded, his smile fading a fraction. "You can threaten me all you want, but the reality is, you can't do a damn thing because you're on the other side of this door. This is my game. You follow my rules or we all lose."

Morgan turned back to Olivia, who sat there listening with her shirt open the entire time. Morgan went over to her and haphazardly closed random buttons so that the shirt was mostly closed. He gave no explanation as he did this. Olivia let herself feel a little relieved that he was stopping there, but she still was afraid of what was to come. As soon as he was finished, Morgan walked to the other side of the table, as if thinking.

"What's the plan now?" Olivia asked carefully. "You're intent on coming here certainly wasn't to spend time with me."

"No, you're right of course, Olivia," Morgan said conversationally. "Now that I'm confident that we do have an audience, I guess it's a good time to explain why I'm here."

Olivia waited hoping that whatever he had to say would mean her freedom would be granted sometime in the near future.

"I will disarm the bombs, you have my word on that," Morgan told her seriously. "But only once my father's name is cleared."

Olivia felt her heart sink. "You mean you want us to locate your mother's rapist?"

"And sister's."

"But your father—"

"My father was innocent," Morgan cried. "I want evidence presented to me, with a pardon for my father, of the man who raped my mother and sister."

"Then why keep me here, when I can help the investigation?" Olivia asked.

Morgan's eyes flashed. "You've shown how much you can help. You helped put my father in jail. You helped close the case on my sister. You need to pay for your mistakes."