AN: I know it's been a while, but midterms got the best of me. I apologize for the long delay. Anyway, I just wanted to get this out as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy. Please review. Thanks.

"Hey Captain," Elliot calls walking through the squad room and into Cragen's office. "Crime labs working the rape kit right now. I told them we'll send over the suspect sample as soon as possible."

Cragen nods and looks up from his paperwork. "Good."

"So," Elliot starts curiously, "did you arrest the guy?"

"Yep," Cragen answers simply.

Elliot looks at his boss with suspicion. "How?"

"Moron denied knowing both victims. And he has no alibi for the times of the attacks-didn't even try to make one up. Casey says that's reason enough to hold him."

"Good. That's good," Elliot says, slowly running his hand over his mouth. Relief washes over him. Cragen nods in silent agreement. "Did anyone tell Olivia?"

Cragen pushes his work aside and looks at his detective. "No. Not yet. I want to get things sorted here first. Make sure the arrest sticks. I don't want to tell her we caught the guy and then have him out on bail the next morning."

Elliot takes a seat in front of Cragen's desk. "You don't think we have enough to lock him up, do you?"

"I don't know Elliot."

"Why not? We'll have his DNA.".

"Its not that simple," Cragen tells him. "He could get a lawyer, flip his whole story, claim we tricked him into lying and say he does know them, that it was consentual. Then what good is his DNA gonna be?"

"No," Elliot answers angrily. "He can't do that. He already said he didn't know them. We got him. His DNA's gonna match. We're gonna line up witnesses who saw them leave together. We're gonna lock him up."

"I hope so," Cragen responds simply.

Olivia returns to her apartment with a bag of groceries tucked under her arm. After being told to go home early she had nothing better to do then go grocery shopping. Her refrigerator had nothing in it but diet soda, carrots and mayonnaise, and even the most creative cook couldn't do much with that. As she placed the brown paper bag on the kitchen table she caught a glimpse of the flashing red light on her answering machine. Letting her curiosity get the best of her she postponed unpacking the groceries and hit the play button.

"You have 3 new messages," the automated voice informed her.

She leans back against the counter wondering what, or rather who,awaits her on the machine.

"First new message."

"Hey Liv, its me." She rolls her eyes. Its me. He always did that. Why say anything if you're gonna say its me? You might as well just start talking. "Um, I just wanted to call and see how you were...well, not exactly... I mean I care how you are but that's not why I'm calling. Look, I just...I'm sorry bout before...on the sidewalk. I don't know...maybe this is just too weird for me and I know its incredibly selfish of me to think like that, so I'm sorry. Okay. I'm sorry. That's what I wanted to say. Well, I talk to you later." She couldn't help but smile. She loved that he always had to do the right thing. Always had to try to fix things. Couldn't deal with the guilt. That's Elliot for you.

"Second new message."

"Hey." At first she didn't recognize the voice. "Its Fin. Listen, I'm not real good at this but if you need anything give me a call." Simple enough, she thought.

"Third new message."

"Olivia...hi." She was wondering when she'd hear from her. "Its Casey. I just heard. I wish you would have told me. I am so sorry. Give me a call, okay? I would really like to talk to you. Bye."

She couldn't help but smile. Actually, she almost wanted to laugh. She wasn't expecting that. She wasn't sure what she had expected...awkward silence and weird looks perhaps, but she was wrong. They were good about it. Concerned, but not smothering. Maybe she should have trust her friends more. However, she knew seeing them tomorrow would be difficult. No matter how understanding they sounded onthe phoneseeing her in person would be a whole other story. Still, she was glad it was out in the open. She felt much less weighed down. She no longer had to carry around this huge secret.

Just as she starts to unpack the buzzer sounds. She rolls her eyes assuming it's Elliot and places the carton of eggs on the table. Does this guy ever give it up? she wonders .

"God Elliot, you need a hobby," she says into the intercom.

"Its John." His voice is low and serious, too serious.

She looks at the intercom with confusion. She feels like a complete moron for saying what she said. "Oh hey, sorry. Come on up." She realizes he was the only one who didn't leave an awkward but well-meaning message on her machine.

Soon after there is a quiet knock on the door. Even his knock is somber. "Hey John," she greets softly.

"Hi," Munch returns. She makes a gesture with her hand and he follows her inside. "You expecting Elliot?" he asks.

"What? No," she answers eyeing him strangely.

"The intercom," he says with a raise of his eyes.

Olivia laughs. "Oh that. No. I just thought it might be him."

He nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looks at her, then at the floor. She could tell he doesn't know what to say, that he's uncomfortable. He's not his usual sarcastic self, although she wishes he would be. That would make the situation a lot less tense.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she offers.

Munch shakes his head. "No. No thanks."

"Okay," she replies slowly sitting down on the couch. "Well, what's up?"

He takes a seat next to. He places his hands on his knees and takes a deep breath, like he's preparing for something. Suddenly he turns to face her and speaks. "I'm sorry about what happened to you. You shouldn't have had to go through that. I wish there was something I could have done."

She nods and returns his serious look. "I know. Thank you." Her expression softens. She wants him to feel comfortable around her.

He takes her hand and squeezes it in a gentle assuring way. "We got him," he says looking her in the eyes.

Her jaw drops slightly. "What?" she manages, her hand still in his.

"Cragen didn't want to tell you till we were sure we could hold him, but I figured you could use a good night's sleep." He offers a thin smile.

Olivia takes her hand from his and brings it to her mouth. She doesn't know what to do or how to react. Munch waits patiently for her to process what he just told her. Finally, her shock fades to relief. She smiles and leans back. "That's good. Real good. That's really good." She doesn't address Munch directly, instead it appears she's talking to herself.

"Yeah it is," Munch says patting her on the leg with a chuckle. He stands up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

It takes a moment for Olivia to realize he's leaving but when she does she gets up too. "John, wait." He stops at the door and turns back to her. She walk s over to him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispers.

He's shocked at first but quickly catches himself. "You're welcome," he replies with a smile. "And remember, if Cragen finds out I told you I'm unemployed."

"Got it. You could have just left a message like everyone else," she jokes.

He shrugs. "You know me and technology don't mix."

She laughs. "Bye John."

"Goodnight Olivia."

Olivia lies in bed starring at the ceiling. They arrested him. He is in jail, at least for the night. She understood Cragen's hesitation in telling her. It wasn't a sure thing. Nothing was. They still had to get through the trial. If there would be a trial. It was up to the grand jury. She would still have to testify. And there was a chance he could get out on bail, or walk, not be punished at all. But for now, even if it was just for the night, she was safe from him. Slowly she drifted off to sleep.
P.S. I think this story might be coming to an end soon. It seems to be winding down, although I have no particular conclusion in mind. Just wanted to keep you posted.

-Sincerely,

Jordana