CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"We got a hit with ballistics," Cragen announced, holding the sheet in the air. "The bullets came from a standard issue NYPD weapon."

The room went silent. Fin was the first to find his voice. "We're thinking this is a cop?"

Huang nodded. "That would make sense…think of how tidy the crime scenes were until now."

"They're working on trying to trace the bullets back to the gun," Cragen answered. "We need to keep a tight lid on this until we know what we're dealing with. In the meantime, pull up files of all female NYPD officers who have a history of mental problems."

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Much needed, she thought as she stepped out of the shower. She had some serious problems, she was confronted with that today and she couldn't think of any other time when she was this frightened for her life. The only good thing about it was that it was destined to push Elliot away from her. It had to be done. There just couldn't be any romantic involvement between them. Wrapping the towel securely around her she stepped back into the room.

She saw Elliot crouching in the corner of the room, a distraught look on his face. He looked up at her with such anguish, her heart almost split in two.

"What's wrong? Elliot!"

"It's you." He couldn't believe the words even as he uttered them. But it made sense. The blackouts, the disappearances, the "missing" items, the pink nail polish, the panties with the "dark" spots, the wig…

"It's me what? Why…why are you looking at me like that!" she was nearly screaming. It was then she noticed the wig. She felt her head starting to throb. Oh no, not again.

She sat down gingerly at the foot of the bed, tightly clutching the towel around her. "What…you're trying to turn me into Kathy now?" she said weakly.

He couldn't find his voice. "I…why Anna?"

"Anna? You're aunt? Elliot, what the hell are you talking about?"

The rage. He felt it, and he couldn't hold back. "You're The Duct Tape Killer! I know it, you fucking lunatic! Why Liv? WHY? She did nothing to you, those other people did nothing to you!"

Olivia heaved herself up. "No, I'M NOT! How dare you? What would ever make you think that? I'm OLIVIA, I'm-"

Elliot watched as she grabbed her head and toppled to the floor. His anger was quickly replaced by fear as he rushed to her side. She was out cold. Oh my God, what have I done? He bent his head in defeat.

"Hello there," a silky voice said.

He lifted his head and looked at Olivia. She was awake and staring at him, with a smirk on her face. It was Olivia…but it didn't look like her. Her features were much sharper, more feral.

"Is that all you want to do? Just stare at me?" she laughed heartily and in one fell swoop she removed her towel.

Elliot gaped at her. "Olivia-"

Quick as lightening, she slapped him hard across the face. Stunned, Elliot scooted back. "OLIVIA! Do I look like fucking OLIVIA to you?"

"Who…who are you then?" he whispered, fighting for control. Even her voice sounded different…huskier.

The woman smirked. "It's a good thing you're cute," she said, standing up. She rustled through the dresser and came up with a pack of Marlboros and a lighter and her NYPD issue firearm. After lighting up and taking a deep drag, she blew out the smoke sexily. "I'm Sasha, Elliot. And I've been waiting for you."

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"Captain Cragen! Captain!" Warner bellowed as she ran into the squad room. "I just had to come down and tell you this personally."

"What's up?"

"It's Olivia."

Fin and Munch came up behind the captain. "What the hell do you mean, 'It's Olivia'?" Fin asked, throwing her his most suspicious look.

Warner shook her head sadly. "DNA does not lie," she softly. "The cigarette found on last night's body had her saliva on it."

"Try again," Munch said angrily. "Olivia doesn't smoke."

"This is bullshit," Fin added for emphasis.

"I'm sorry, I know how hard this must be for all of you," she said. "But if we check her gun, we might be able to match the bullets to it. Where is she now?"

"With Elliot," Cragen said quietly, finally speaking up. They knew it was a cop, they knew it was a woman, and now they had Olivia's DNA. The unexplained three day absence…

"If it's really Olivia, we need to get to Elliot," Huang said, in total disbelief himself. "She's a danger to him and herself."

"Let's do this right," Cragen said firmly. "I'll notify ESU. Fin, Munch, get over to Olivia's apartment. Huang we need you there too."