Elliot and Bobby are stuck in traffic, which is obviously annoying Elliot. Nothing but silence is exchanged between the two detectives until Bobby decides to break the silence.

"You married Elliot?"

"Why...are you interested?"

"Seriously. I just want to get to know who I'm working with...and I noticed that tan line on your finger there..."

"I was married...divorced. As for my tan line...it took awhile to get comfortable with taking it off."

"How long...were you married for...if you don't mind."

Elliot sighs, "I do mind...but since we're stuck here. Almost twenty years. And you know, one morning...I just. Took it off, put it in a dresser drawer and that was it."

"Maybe taking it off really signified the end for you. Shame, I'm sure your ex-wife is a lovely woman."

"Love of my life..apparently I wasn't the love of hers...you married Bobby?"

"No...never. Just never found the right lady."

"Figures."

"What gives me away?"

"You still look like you have all your money."

"Ah...well, I'm frugal...you have any kids?"

Elliot smiles, "I have four."

"Four...wow, that's unheard of...are you..catholic per chance...not to be stereo-typical.."

"I am...and I know, it is stereo-typical."

"Must have been hard on a detectives salary..but I'm sure they were well taken care of."

"They're one of the reasons I took this assignment. And ironically, I usually had to work all the overtime I could get...and all that overtime...nevermind. Why am I telling you this...besides, it's my turn...you have any kids?"

"I already told you...I'm not married."

"Not like that matters any more."

Bobby nods, "No."

"Thank God for small favors," the traffic starts moving again and Elliot is visibly relieved.

"This witness or possible witness?"

"Name's Chris Peach. He's a good friend of Adriana, probably acquainted with Sophia. Hopefully he saw something."

"Hopefully?"

"Dark alley. Great place for rape and murder."

"Actually, our victim...Sophia...was dragged into the alley. And he didn't even make an attempt to hide her there."

"Not feeling any shame; that's for sure."

"Guilt."

"Without a doubt."

Elliot stops outside of the apartment building of Chris Peach. They get out of the car.

"How are we going to handle this, out of pure morbid curiosity," Bobby asks.

"How about...I ask my questions; you ask yours."

"Fine."

Elliot rings the buzzer to Chris Peach's apartment.

"Who is it?"

"Police...we need to speak with you."

Chris buzzes them in and the two detectives make their way to the apartment. They knock on the door and Chris answers, only pulling the door open a crack.

"Got ID?"

They show their badges and IDs, "I'm Detective Stabler, Special Victims..."

"I'm Detective Goren, Major Case."

Chris nods and opens the door completely and invites them in, "Make yourselves at home Detectives. First Adriana gets...well, you know...and now Sophie's been murdered. It's crazy you know"

"How well did you know Sophia," Bobby asks.

"We were fairly close. I mean, I'm the under-study for Fiyero...so we work together a lot. But we hung out almost everyday."

"You two...together?"

"Nah. Sophie is...was a cool girl. But not my type, by far."

"How about Adriana," Elliot asks, "she more your type?"

"Let me just say this Detective Stabler. You're more my type. But if I were so inclined to need a woman...Adriana is someone I wouldn't mind sharing a home with."

"Why's that?"

"She's got the best hair products."

"I see...you found Adriana in the alley. Did you see her attacker?"

"Not very well, I'm afraid. Just that he's white...middle-aged, but he looked way older, not like you Detective Stabler...uh, about five eight or so...wore all black, carried this board off with him. I yelled at him...then I saw Adriana. I was so worried about her."

"Then why didn't you go with her," Bobby asks,as he receives a scathing look from Elliot.

Chris glances nervously between the two, "I, uh, had this thing."

"Thing," Elliot prods.

"I wouldn't call it a date exactly...but I did see someone at this great club...you might like the place Detective Stabler."

"That's okay...so, this so called date have a name?"

"Timmy...Kirkly. Red head...great eyes."

Elliot writes the name down.

"One more thing...," Bobby says, "Where were you Tuesday night?"

Chris blushes, "With Timmy. And it's a good thing I left him when I did...I heard he got arrested that night. Anything else guys?"

"No. Thank you...but if we can think of anything we'll let you know," Bobby says, with a smile.

"We can see ourselves out, thank you," Elliot smiles and nods.

The two detectives leave the apartment. As they exit the building, Elliot notices Bobby laughing. They get in the car and Bobby is laughing louder.

"What? His shoes and his bag not match?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say he was asking you out."

"Yeah...really funny. Let's just check out this Timmy and be done with them."

"Maybe he'd be more glad to, uh, check you out."

Elliot gives him a dirty look as he pulls away.