A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating! The college life keeps me sooo busy! I don't know how other college students do it! I'll try to be better about it, but I ask you all hang in there. There are only a few more chapters left I think. Thanks for all the wonderful people who reviewed!

Chapter 7

Munch and Fin stood waiting outside of Stacy Morgan's apartment. Munch had already taken the liberty of knocking and soft footsteps could be heard in approach to the door. The door opened, but a chain restrained its width. A woman, looking to be in her mid-thirties opened the door. She had shinning blue eyes, golden hair, and a fair complexion to match.

"Stacy Morgan?" Fin asked gently.

"Yes. Who are you?" She asked timidly.

"Detectives Munch and Fin, Special Victims Unit," Munch responded as they both held up their badges. "Can we speak with you for a moment?" Stacy looked at them hesitantly, before she nodded and closed the door to remove the chain. When it opened again, she moved aside to allow them entry.

The apartment was tastefully furnished with leather couches, a glass coffee table and beautiful marble cabinets with cedar cabinets could be seen from their position in the living room.

"Would either of you like something to drink?" Stacy asked, once they had taken a seat on the couch. She looked a little nervous about seeing them here.

"No, but thanks," Fin answered for the both of them.

"What's this about?" Stacy asked, finally taking a seat across from them. Though the couches were incredibly comfortable, Stacy's posture gave the impression she was sitting on a couch of nails.

"We've come to ask you questions about your rape," Fin explained.

"But that was over a year ago. That statute of limitations is up," Stacy stated, slightly confused.

"We know," Munch spoke up, "but its possible your rape may be connected to some other ones were investigating." Stacy looked surprised, but didn't speak up.

"What can you remember from that night?" Fin asked gently.

"I was alone in my apartment. Not this apartment," Stacy rushed. "I moved after it happened. I was getting ready for bed, when someone knocked at my door. I-I asked who it was but no one answered. I figured they couldn't hear me, but when I opened the door, I got a glimpse of the man before he rushed into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He came around me from behind. He tied a cloth around my eyes and covered my mouth with his hand before he dragged me into the bedroom." Stacy stopped talking, her eyes tearing as she looked at the detectives.

"I know this is hard, but do you remember if he said anything to you?" Fin asked.

Stacy shook her head as if trying to clear the memories, but answered. "He told me not to cry out or he'd hurt me. During the whole time, he cried. He kept saying, 'She'll pay. She'll pay for what she did. I'll make her pay.'" Tears fell down Stacy's cheeks, but she wiped them away.

"It's alright," Fin soothed.

"In your testimony he said he threatened you about going to the police," Munch coaxed.

Stacy nodded. "He left messages on my phone at home and on my cell phone. He said if I went to the police, he'd come back and kill me."

"Any idea how he got your phone numbers?" Fin asked.

"I don't know. He might have looked through my things before he left. I-I didn't take off the blind fold until I heard the door close, just like he told me."

"Do you have any relatives? Brothers or sisters?" Munch asked.

"Yes, I have a brother," Stacy answered slowly.

Fin and Munch glanced at one another before continuing. "What's your brother's name?"

Something seemed flittered in her eyes. From where the two detectives say, it looked a lot like fear. "Gregory Morgan."

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"Ah, I'm getting to old for stuff like this," Munch moaned as he climbed back through the window into the precinct.

"Yeah, and you look like it too," Fin commented as he watched Munch gingerly step through the window.

"Tell me you got something," Cragen said approaching them, not giving Munch an opportunity to reply.

"She confirmed all the info we had on the rape," Munch stated.

"Plus she admitted to being Morgan's sister," Fin added.

"Why don't you sound convinced?" Cragen asked, noticing the phrasing of Fin's answer.

"I got a vibe. She seemed almost afraid to talk about him," Fin said with a shrug.

"When was the last time they spoke?"

"Almost a year ago. She said they kinda lost touch after the father killed himself."

Cragen frowned. "That's odd, you'd think an event like that would bring family closer. Any explanation to the lack of a birth record under her name to the Morgan family?"

Fin shook his head. "Not really. Said the hospital must have misplaced it."

"We need a DNA test," Munch pointed out.

"DNA test is useless unless we have Morgan's DNA," Fin argued.

"Well Morgan was in the Marines, right? They got to have his DNA on file. Take Warner and see if you can get Stacy's consent. I'll get in contact with Casey and see what we can do about a warrant."

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"Ms. Morgan. It's Detectives Munch and Fin," Munch said knocking on the door to Stacy's apartment once again. Stacy opened the door a crack, the chain still securely in place.

"I've told you everything I know, I swear," Stacy insisted upon seeing them.

"We know and we appreciate how helpful you've been. This is our ME, Dr. Melinda Warner. We were hoping you could give us a DNA sample," Munch said.

Stacy looked afraid. "A DNA sample? Why do you need a DNA sample?"

"With no birth record available, we just want to verify that we have the right person."

"My word isn't enough?" Stacy demanded. "I know my rights. I know I don't have to consent to your request."

"Please, Ms. Morgan," Munch insisted. "It's not that we don't trust you. Our captain just won't let us continue the investigation without physical proof you are who you say you are."

Stacy looked about ready to break, but then her expression hardened once again. "You come here again and I'll call my lawyer and sue you for harassment." Stacy then, promptly slammed the door in their face.

"So that's your girl," Warner said looking at the door. "I can see why you don't trust her."

Meanwhile, Munch had already pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "Do you think there's any chance that Casey could get us two warrants?"

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"Absolutely not! No judge will give a warrant on those grounds," Casey Novak protested after Cragen explained the situation with Stacy Morgan.

"Casey, this girl is evidently hiding something. She may have known something about Morgan's plans to begin with" Cragen argued.

"Where's the evidence? Any judge will smell a fishing expedition before I even get the request out," Casey insisted. "If you want me to get a warrant, you're going to have to find evidence with a more substantial connection between Greg and Stacy. What about birth records?"

"No birth record in the state of Illinois or New York. That's why we need the DNA test. If she's been in contact with Morgan, she could have known about this plot." Cragen insisted.

"Charge her and question her then. I'm going to need something solid if I'm going to go to a judge." He knew Casey was right, but he had hoped that there would have been some way for Casey to approach the court the system.

"Don't give up hope," Casey said handing Cragen the warrant for Greg Morgan's DNA from the Marines. "That's the worst thing we could do."

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"I answered all your questions! I don't even understand why I'm being arrested!" Fin, Munch, and Warner were still at Stacy Morgan's residence. After being unable to get a warrant from Casey, Cragen told them to arrest Stacy for accessory to sexual assault, battery, public endangerment and conspiracy to commit manslaughter to name only a few of the charges Gregory Morgan was already facing. Unfortunately, because of the bombs still present at the precinct, Captain Cragen could not forcefully bring a civilian in for questioning, so they were to remain in Stacy's apartment.

"Right now, your brother," Munch said with emphasis, "is holding one of our detectives' hostage at our precinct."

"What?" Stacy asked, seeming confused and afraid.

"We believe you know something about it, being his sister and all," Fin implied.

Stacy didn't say anything for a moment, but then she spoke up quietly in at last attempt at innocence. "But I already told you, I haven't spoken with Greg for over a year."

"Tell us the truth, then," Fin coaxed. Stacy looked into Fin's eyes. Even being a police officer, there was an anxiety he couldn't hide. Within those depths, the subconscious worry over Olivia seemed to be there, even when he tried to hide it. Stacy saw it and caved.

"I'll tell you everything."

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Greg hadn't said a word to Olivia for the last hour. The chair remained in the new location Greg had put her in after he punched her. Meanwhile, he kept on the other side of the room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. She wanted to summon him to talk, but it seemed as if every time they spoke, it worked out in his favor and Olivia was in turn punished for her questions.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Olivia said finally, hoping that for some reason, any reason, Morgan might see it fit to pity her. Morgan however, looked at her skeptically, his head tilting lazily to one side.

"That's too bad, Olivia, because there's no way you can leave this room. So, I'm afraid you're going to have to hold it." Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, but he just gave a small smirk in return before leaning back against the wall, his eyes slowly closing. Olivia slowly let her eyes close, hoping that if he were to open his, he would assume that she was sleeping too and would feel no fear to fall asleep himself.

It took a solid half hour before Olivia finally convinced herself that Greg was asleep. She didn't know how she would use this time exactly, but she knew she couldn't waste the opportunity either. With one eye on Morgan, she slowly pushed the chair out behind her so that she was standing on her feet. Her hands grabbed the chair to keep the handcuffs from digging into her wrists as she gingerly made her way over to the door. She prayed to God that someone was out there right now, and could tell her what was going on.

She placed the chair down near the door and moved her lips between the door and the door jamb and was about to speak, but her knee hit something she didn't remember seeing before. A little black box, about the two inches wide and four inches long was attached to the panel of the door. Two small red lasers coming from the box resulted in the appearance of two red dots, no larger than a millimeter on the door. Apparently this was the bomb.

"Olivia!" A harsh whisper coming through the small space between the doorjamb and the door made Olivia turn away from the bomb. She recognized the voice instantly.

"Elliot! What's going on? Are you okay? Tell me what's happening!"

"We're fine, Olivia. We're still working on getting everyone out, but the majority of the precinct's been evacuated." Olivia thought he heard Elliot's voice soften. "How are you doing, Liv?"

Olivia sighed. "I'll be feeling a whole lot better once I'm outta here."

"Me too." Elliot paused, like he was going to say something more, but he didn't. Suddenly Olivia started hearing two voices on the other side of the door. She couldn't make them out because Elliot had pulled away from the door. Olivia took this opportunity to check on Morgan and make sure he was still asleep. As far as she could recall, he hadn't moved at all. She quickly turned her attention back to the door.

"Olivia, listen to me." It was Cragen speaking now. "Morgan doesn't have a sister."

"What? That doesn't make any sense. I investigated the case," Olivia protested.

"The woman you talked to was only pretending to be Morgan's sister because Morgan threatened to kill her. Morgan raped the woman you thought to be his sister, Stacy Morgan." Olivia put her forehead against the door and closed her eyes in frustration. How could she have been so blind? She never looked into Stacy's fear. Olivia never picked up on Stacy's fear when she spoke of Greg but now that she thought it about it, it all made sense. Of course she wasn't just upset about the rape; she was upset because she was still at the mercy of her rapist.

"Don't do this now, Liv." Elliot knew her so well. Knew what she was thinking. "You need to concentrate on getting out of there and staying safe."

"Ok," Olivia agreed, trying to push her own failure out of her head.

"Is there anything else you can give us about Morgan?" Olivia tried to think, but couldn't remember anything significant to tell them.

"Not that I can recall, you know more than I do right now," Olivia said with a sigh. Suddenly an explosion reverberated from somewhere upstairs.

"What the hell?" Elliot's exclaimed, his voice getting faint as he pulled away from the door. Olivia turned slowly to look behind her and saw that Morgan was no longer sleeping, but glaring at her, wide awake, with the remote in his hands. He stood up and strode purposely forward. Elliot must have seen this because he suddenly screamed her name. It took only a moment's hesitation, but Olivia had decided. She wasn't going to play this game anymore.

"Elliot, get away from the door!" Olivia shouted as Morgan came up and grabbed her from behind. Elliot backed away in horror and Cragen followed. The realization of what Olivia was about to do abruptly hit Elliot and his heart began to pound. He lunged towards the door hoping to find a way to stop her, but Cragen pulled him back.

As Morgan began pulling the chair backwards with his arm wrapped around Olivia's neck, Olivia reached out with her foot so that she disrupted the red beam of light between the door jam and the door. A loud ringing filled Olivia's ears. The sound of glass breaking was distinctive, but Olivia lost all terms with reality the moment the chair crashed into the wall behind her do to the force of the explosion. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was Elliot calling her name.