Later that afternoon……

Detectives Goren and Eames pull up and park outside of the 16th precinct. They get out of the car.

"So, what have you heard about the two we're working this with," Alex asks.

"That, according to most victims, Benson should be nominated for sainthood. But it's common knowledge throughout the police force that she's as tough as they come. But her partner…Stabler….guy could blow at anytime," Bobby says, "Sounds promising."

...Olivia sits on the corner of her desk, "So, what's so terrible about these two?"

"Eames….she's quiet. But a tough lady, you two ought to get along," Munch says.

"But it's her partner Goren that worries me….Elliot's gonna kill that guy before this is through," Fin comments.

"Why?"

Elliot looks up from his paper work, "Think a combination of Huang and Rain-man, with a badge. I bet he even has a smug little smile. And plus, he's just weird."

"Come on….can't be that bad."

"Liv…I swear it to you…this guy…got a few screws lose. Could blow at anytime."

All eyes turn to him, "What?"

"Nothing," Olivia says, "So, when are these two arriving?"

Munch looks over his shoulder and says, "Seems like they found their way," he gestures to the two detectives standing in the door way.

Captain Cragen comes out of his office, "You two must be from Major Case…."

"Yes. I'm Detective Robert Goren, uh Bobby," he shakes the Captain's hand, "And this is my partner Alexandra Eames."

She shakes the Captain's hand, "Alex if you must…but I still answer to Detective too."

"These are my two best and the two you'll be working with," he stands over to the side.

Olivia stands, "I'm Detective Olivia Benson…pleasure to meet you both," she shakes their hands.

Elliot just looks up and rolls his eyes and offers handshakes, "Elliot Stabler…lead on this case," he says as his eyes meet Bobby's.

"Okay, but….we're working together on this…and I'm the lead on our case."

"Well…since this is now all of our case, let's just try to work together. But make no mistake…this case is mine."

The two men exchange looks. Eames rolls her eyes, "Let the pissing contest begin."

Olivia laughs and Elliot gives both of them a dirty look.

"Well then Elliot….why don't we all sit down and show each other our cards, so to speak."

"Sure thing. Bobby."

"Right this way," Olivia shows them to an interview room.

"Have fun," Munch shouts to Elliot as he takes off to update his new partners.

Elliot goes into the room and he pulls out the file on the case. He begins to speak, "Alright. Our victim, Adriana Fitzpatrick. Twenty-six. Beaten with a two by four, raped. Guy was ready to kill her, got spooked, left her in an alley behind a theater. Same theater where our victim works; she's an extra in Wicked. Also, she was given Last Rites by her rapist complete with blessing…he also stole a rosary from her."

Bobby smiles, "Our victim," he places the file down on the table for them to read, "Sophia McDowell. Twenty-nine. COD is blunt force trauma to the head. Dragged from where she was killed. Found green makeup on her, and also oil on her forehead and hands, in the shape of a cross. Uh, the green makeup; she was the understudy for the part of Elphaba in Wicked….she was the witch."

Elliot shrugs his shoulders, " Ding-dong the witch is dead."

"Indeed. We're still getting reports on our scene. We might know a little more once we can search her apartment."

"Great," Elliot closes the file, "we've got a lead to check out. Friend of our victim…Chris Peach…we were just going to interview him. Maybe he saw something."

Olivia speaks up, "Actually, Elliot. I was thinking. Maybe you should take Bobby with you….you know, so you guys can get used to each others' style. Alex and I can stay here and sort through the reports and other paper work."

"Liv…."

"Go on…I'll be fine."

"Why don't you two," Bobby chimes in, "I'm sure my partner and I can handle the paperwork."

"Don't be ridiculous," Alex says, "it'll be good for you to work with someone new. Think of it like a vacation, from me."

"ButI don't need one."

"Just go, would ya," she says, as she playfully pushes his shoulder.

Elliot rolls his eyes. He and Bobby leave the room. Elliot grabs his jacket, "You wanna drive?"

"No, no. You drive. I don't."

"You don't what? Drive?"

"No."

"Great. Let's go….guy said he only has a few minutes before rehearsals."