Olivia and Alex are looking over various lab reports and pictures at Olivia's desk.

Olivia sighs, "Wonder what made this guy kill Sophia and not Adriana?"

"Maybe she fought back," Alex says, "and maybe she just said the wrong thing. Look at all the defensive wounds."

"And that two by four...major overkill."

"I'll second that...but, with all that overkill. Those shoes, brand new. Why do that if he was going to kill her...unless, it was to get into wherever he killed her."

Olivia nods, "You could be on to something. Adriana's rosary...he took it. Maybe he took something from her, too. So he could re-live every moment. Although, it almost seems like he wanted Adriana battered and broken...not dead."

"Still. He's escalating. And he's good about keeping a low profile. Who is this guy anyway?"

"Our shrink will be here today to tell us that."

"Too bad my partner's not here to tell us now...he's got a real gift for knowing the criminal mind."

"Speaking of...wonder if our boys are getting along?"

"I'm sure Bobby is enjoying every minute."

"Which means Elliot is miserable. But hopefully..."

Stabler and Goren walk into the squad room. Elliot is obviously holding back some serious rage. He takes off his jacket, rolls up his sleeves, and sits down at his desk. Bobby simply pulls up a chair next to him and sits.

"How goes the witch hunt," Alex quips.

"Well...I think as an investigation, we might be at a dead end...but Elliot here..."

"Quiet, Bobby. It's not important. AT all."

"I would love to hear about it," Olivia says with a smile.

"Well, Elliot here...if we wrap this up, could have a date...with Mr. Peach. But I'm sure in a sense of professionalism, he'll have to let him down gently."

Olivia laughs. Elliot gives them both a dirty look, "What can I say. I'm freakin' adorable. We still have his alibi to check...you know, work to do," Elliot enters Timmy Kirkly's name into a database, "But it would be easier if we knew who we were looking for."

Olivia looks over her shoulder to see Dr. George Huang entering the room, "Looks like you get your wish."

"Never thought I'd be happy to see him."

Dr. Huang looks curiously at the two people he doesn't know.

Elliot stands up, "Dr. Huang, where are my manners? These are Detectives Robert Goren and Alexandra Eames. Major Case loaned them to us...our cases over lapped a tad."

"I'll say. Very nice to meet you both."

"Bobby...this guy is incredible," Elliot sits back down, "Very gifted guy. Perhaps some time on his couch would do you some good."

Huang diffuses the tension, "I read over the preliminaries. And looking at these pictures..."

"Not to push you...but I think we're in a bit of a time crunch...so, who are we lookin' for," Elliot asks.

"White...late thirties, possibly early forties. Probably a very religious man. Quiet. Giving person, yet..."

Bobby stands and adds, "Lives alone. Probably middle management, if he is employed at all. Never accomplished anything...not noticible, blends in. He feels like. Like...like he's not alive, just merely existing. He only can truly feel alive by...doing things for others."

Huang blinks shocked, "I couldn't agree more. And maybe an absent mother, either by death or some sort of mental disorder, maybe substance abuse. It's possible he's only focusing on women that he's sees as equals."

"Equal," Elliot asks, "Doc...these girls where WAY out of his league."

"Not equal in that sense exactly. The first victim, Adriana. She's just an extra. A very small part in a big production. He identifies with her. And the second victim, Sophia, she was an under study. Just waiting for someone to get sick to take the spot light and truly shine. She's talented, just not talented enough. He understands that."

"You think he'd kill again," Alex asks.

"Without a doubt."

"Only next time," Bobby says, "He's going after someone much bigger."

Huang nods.

"Someone should get the word out to the actors," Olivia says.

"Let's go," Alex replies, as she and Olivia get up.

"Eames...let Elliot and Olivia do that. We've got..."

"No, YOU and Elliot have an alibi to check. I'll be back...Olivia and I are capable of putting notice to the theater folks. Plus, you guys need some more of that profile."

Bobby watches as the ladies leave and tries to shift the mood with a question, "Dr. Huang...what do you think about these shoes on Sophia? Their new, brand new red shoes."

"Except for the scuffs from dragging her. I don't see what you're getting at here Detective."

"Well, Sophia. She was the under study from Elphaba...the witch. The wicked witch who was misunderstood. And all she ever wanted, needed to make her happy..."

"Was the ruby red slippers that belonged to her sister," Elliot says. He looks up to see the surprised looks, "What? My daughter loves that play, all right?"

Huang smiles and nods. Bobby continues, "So, by giving her these red shoes that she's longed for..he's freeing her from her desires. Saving her from the sin of envy."

"By killing her? Sorry pal, but last time I checked, that stuff about "not murdering," still in there," Elliot says.

Huang adds, "Unless he sees himself as some sort of messenger to the lost...and if his victims don't think they need saving, he does the only think that will finally free them."

They all exchange looks and nod.

"Let me know when you catch this guy...pleasure meeting you Detective Goren."

"Please...Bobby. And the feeling is mutual."

Dr. Huang leaves and offers a small hello to Captain Cragen.

"Elliot...I need an update...my office, now."

Elliot nods. He follows Cragen into the office and shuts the door.

Bobby glances over his shoulder and then sits at Elliot's desk. He looks over all the pictures on the desk. He notices a few of Elliot...and a woman. He then sees the ring on her finger, and concludes that she is the ex-Mrs. Stabler.

Shame, they looked happy...wonder what went wrong, he thinks and makes a mental note to avoid that topic if at all possible.

He stops at a picture of Elliot and his children. He notes how much like him they all look.

"Something interesting in my pictures?"

Bobby jumps, a little startled, "Sorry...I was just. It's just...I don't keep anything like this on my own desk."

"Not even a picture of your mother?"

"Definitely not."

"Fine. Well...come on, we've got to make a little trip to Riker's. Turns out our friend Timmy...has a bit of a temper."