Disclaimer: I do NOT own Law & Order:SVU. All that credit belongs to Dick Wolf and his crew…lucky people. Do they realize how lucky? Anyway, yeah…moral of the story: DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. grins

Summary: What happens when a perp's family member comes in search of his own form of justice?

I'm dedicating this story to Kelly of the midnight dawn because she has inspired me to write my very first SVU fanfic…and she's been oh so helpful. Thanks for helping me Kelly!

Chapter 3:

Elliot and Olivia wrapped up their basketball game and headed back to his place.

"Elliot," Olivia whined, "I don't have clean clothes." She plopped unceremoniously on his couch.

"You can still shower and I'll give you a pair of sweats or something," he offered. He headed into his room and dug around in his dresser. Locating a pair of boxers and a T-shirt that was too small for him.

Olivia looked up as he came back to the living room. "Boxers?" she asked curiously.

He blushed slightly as he shoved the articles of clothing into her arms. "I'll be wearing my only clean pair of sweats. The others are dirty."

She nodded slowly then grinned. "Never though I'd end up in your pants, El," she couldn't help but tease. "I'm showering first," she declared.

Slightly blushing and at a loss for words, Elliot was left standing in his living room as Olivia headed for the bathroom. She started the shower and thought about what just happened. He's just being nice. Why'd I have to go and embarrass him? He's probably gonna shut down again. She grinned wryly and shed her sweaty clothes as she jumped into the shower.

After both had cleaned up, they ordered a pizza and ate together as they continued their lively banter. To her surprise, Elliot hadn't shut down but instead had opened up a little more about the divorce before moving on to discuss what his kids were up to and the projects they were involved in at school.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Olivia started.

"Sure, as long as I get the last slice," Elliot joked. He leaned forward as she gladly handed over the last slice.

"How was that blind date?" she asked quietly as she watched him take a bite and chew thoughtfully.

He swallowed and took a swig of his beer. "Well, it was okay. But I didn't have fun on the date, you know?"

Olivia cocked her head and frowned slightly. "Didn't have fun? How so?"

"Well, I just wasn't comfortable. We had a good conversation for the first half; after, I just wanted to come home. There were no feelings of wanting to continue the night," he glanced down at his hands as he admitted part of his feelings. "There was someone else I kept thinking of all night, wishing that I could be with her instead."

She looked at him sympathetically. "Kathy?"

Elliot shook his head. "No, someone else I've grown to love over the years." He watched her curiously for her reaction. She was an intelligent woman; she could figure it out…maybe.

Olivia was silent for a moment, wondering if he was really talking about her. She could only imagine that he was but at this particular moment, sitting in his living room, she was beginning to think it was true.

The ringing of a cell phone interrupted their moment. Snapping out of their thoughts, Elliot and Olivia both jumped up to locate their phones. Olivia got to hers first and held it up, "Mine," she announced and flipped it open with an all-business tone, "Benson."

Elliot watched her pace the living room before he started to gather up their trash and bottles. Tossing the pizza boxes onto his back porch for later, he dropped the bottles in the recycle bin. Wiping off his coffee table with a sponge, he tossed it back into the sink before heading to his bedroom to get dressed for work.

"El, that was Cragen. We have a case in Central Park," she stated somberly. "I'm going to run home and change so I'll meet you at the park?"

Elliot quickly tucked his dress shirt into his pants and grabbed the matching suit jacket. "Don't do that, I'll take you by your apartment and we'll just go in together. Won't be a problem."

"Thanks," she said, not bothering to argue. The job was waiting and it didn't have time for an Elliot and Olivia 'argument.' Elliot sped toward Olivia's apartment so she could change before they headed for Central Park.

"What do we have?" Olivia asked the officer in charge. She crossed under the yellow crime tape and held it up for Elliot as well.

"Dead body, white male, seems to have been sexually assaulted," the officer listed off. He double-checked his notes then handed it over to Elliot who took a glance at it. When Elliot returned the book, the officer took that as his cue for dismissal.

Olivia crouched next to the body and examined the surrounding area more closely. She shook her head trying to clear her racing thoughts of how the human race can be so loving and wonderful yet at the same time, so cruel and inhumane.

"TOD about three o'clock this morning," ME Melinda Warner announced, pulling the thermometer out of the body. "I'll get a rape kit done as soon as the body is delivered." She straightened and faced the detectives.

"Do we have a name?" Elliot asked.

"A Mr. James Olin," Melinda Warner answered. She glanced at Elliot. "Does that ring a bell?"

"No, but it might for someone else," he replied. He smiled at his friend and turned to his partner. "Ready to look for some leads?"

"Absolutely. Let's get this case closed," Olivia answered. She thanked Melinda as Elliot held the tape up for her and they headed for his car.

At the precinct, they gathered around their desks to piece the puzzle together with John Munch and Odafin Tutuola, Fin for short. "Okay, so we know that, for some reason, Mr. Olin was strolling through the park sometime before 3 am. He takes a seat on a park bench and someone decides he needs to die," Munch began.

"Why would anyone wanna walk through the park after ten o'clock is beyond me," Fin muttered under his breath.

Olivia shot him a look and tried to keep from laughing. "Moving on," she coughed. "What else do we know?"

They continued with various scenarios before Cragen entered and handed them a file with a possible lead. Munch and Fin were assigned to fetch the lead while Olivia and Elliot returned to the crime scene for any other possible evidence that may have been missed.

A/N: I apologize for taking forever and a year to get the next chapter up. I also apologize for its shortness. Umm…what else…oh, hope you liked! LoL