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Author's Note: This story is getting a lot more complicated now…which means MORE WORK FOR ME! YES! Teeheehee, but I love writing, so I don't mind the work. This chapter is kinda short, by the way...OMG! I AM SOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN FOREVER! My laptop died and I had to get a new one, so now I can FINALLY finish my other stories!

Time and Secrets

Chapter 8: Laptop and DNA

By: Nimmireth

Riker's Island

"Your boss is in on this!" Elliot shouted at him directly in his face. "He knows what you were doing! Do you care to explain, Ross? Or was he just coming to pick you up after a little shopping spree?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ross asked. "What does Alan have to do with this?"

"Melissa saw you walking over to him after you raped her," Olivia explained, sitting on the table in front of him. "Why don't you tell us what he was doing there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about! I was working and Alan can prove it!"

"Well, if Alan was in on this than of course he would cover for you," Elliot said. "Come on, what do you have to loose? You're in enough trouble as it is! Just tell us."

He sat there in silence. "Ross?" Olivia said. "Did he threaten you?"

He shook his head. "Not me," he said. "My sister."

Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other. "Alan threatened Kristen?" Olivia asked.

Ross nodded. "What did he say?" Elliot asked.

He sighed. "One morning while I was at work, he started talking about something that he saw online on his laptop. He showed it to me; it was some porn site. It was disgusting; there were things like people having sex while they were in surgery, four people having sex at one time. But there was one that he kept showing me over and over again; it was about this guy who raped six girls. He would ask them what time it was and they would answer. He would say 'you're late' and then do his thing. Alan told me that I looked a lot like the guy who was on the video. Then he started talking about how cool it would be to just be like him and have sex with a girl right there and then. He told me that I should do it. I called him a sicko and said he was going to burn in hell. He laughed and started talking crap about Kristen; how hot she was, how nice she was. How he would love to have sex with her until the sun came up. I told him that if he touched my sister I would kill him. He said 'just make my dreams come true' and put the knife in my pocket."

Elliot and Olivia both sat in chairs and listened intently. "What did you do then?" Olivia asked.

Ross sighed again. "He led me out of the store and walked around the area with me. He would just pick out a random woman and say 'do your thing.' He was watching me the entire time I was with them."

Elliot exhaled. "How many were there?"

"Just the three," he told them. "Your friend was the first one. She kicked me in the face; that's where I got the bruise. I would have just left, but I knew that Alan was watching. I had to keep going. The poor thing was crying like a baby the whole time. I felt like I should kill myself, but Alan wanted me to keep going. That other girl, Amelia, was next and Melissa was the last one."

"But you were arrested before Melissa's rape," Olivia said.

"He still wanted me to keep going," he told them. "He told me I had to keep going until I either met or surpassed the amount that the guy in the video did. But I got caught, again. And I'm kind of glad you did catch me; he would have made me do someone else."

The detectives looked at each other and stood up. "Let's go pick him up," Elliot said.

Sam Goody

"Police!" Elliot shouted as they entered the Sam Goody that Ross worked at. Then he spotted Alan from across the room. "Alan Lestin?"

"Is there something I can do for you, Detectives?" he asked. Elliot promptly grabbed one of Alan's arms and spun him around, pushing him up against the wall. He pulled his handcuffs out and wrapped them around his wrists. "Hey, what the--?"

"Alan Lestin, you are under arrest for perjury, aiding and abating a felon and criminal facilitation in rape. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…"

Special Victims Unit: Interrogation

"What the hell is going on?" Alan demanded. "I didn't do anything, I swear!"

"Not according to Ross," Elliot told him. "You actually like watching women get raped? Now that is sick."

"That's disgusting! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Ross told us about that little porn site that you like. You know; the one with that guy who looks like Ross, walks up to them, asks them what time it is, they give it to him, and he rapes them…that one."

"It's perfectly legal," he told them.

"But telling someone to rape is not," Olivia told him. "Now, why would you want to hurt Kristen; the poor girl was already raped, raping her again is just sick."

"Why would I want to hurt her? I like Kristen; I think she's cool."

"You think she's hot," Elliot reminded him. "Remember? Rambling on about her; telling Ross that you want to, and I quote, 'have sex with her until the sun comes up.'"

"By the way, spitting on Melissa was not that smart," Olivia told him. "What did she do to you?"

Alan closed his mouth for a moment. "You better get me a damn lawyer."

Special Victims Unit: Observation

Elliot and Olivia walked out of interrogation and into the observation room where Captain Cragen was watching from behind the two-way mirror. "What the hell was that?" he asked.

"Let me tell you something," Elliot began. "All we need is his DNA and his laptop to nail the son of a bitch."

"Well, then get a warrant and go get them!" Cragen said. "He is responsible for the rape of three women, including Casey; I was his ass on a hot plate."

Apartment of Alan Lestin

Olivia and Elliot, as well as the crime scene unit, were scrounging around the apartment, looking in every nook and cranny to see if they could find Alan's laptop. His room was a disgusting shade of blue and had posters of Nirvana, Green Day, and Brittney Spears everywhere.

"I hear she's pregnant," Elliot said, looking at a picture of Brittney.

"I heard that, too," Olivia responded. "You find anything yet?"

"No sign of the laptop, but," he continued, walking over to the wooden bedside table. He picked up Alan's red hairbrush. "We might have some DNA." He turned to a CSI and gave him the hairbrush. "Bag this," he began. "We need DNA, ASAP."

"Got it," he replied and put the brush in a plastic evidence bag.

Olivia was standing by the bed. She looked down by the mattress and noticed a corner of something sticking out. She took the corner and pulled on it. The second she looked at it, her eyes closed and her forehead wrinkled. "Oh, god," Olivia said.

"What's up?" her partner asked, walking up to her. She gave him the piece of paper and when he looked at it, he got very red in the face. "Son of a bitch."

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