Disclaimer- Not. Mine.

A/N- Sorry for the long wait, school starting has been quite stressful and full of work...thankfully, however, I've got my old free period back, so I can write a lot more then. So, without further ado, I give you chapter 3.


"So what do we have so far?" Huang asked, looking at a crime scene picture. The four detectives, plus George Huang, sat around a table upstairs in the precinct, going over what evidence they had gathered so far.

"First we have the high school senior party girl, Hannah Jacobs. She was at a friend's 18th brithday party, and apparently decided to walk home. I asked Warner for her tox screen results. Her BAC was .003. Not enough to impair her judgement fully, so we know it wasn't a date gone wrong." Olivia said, letting Huang look at the pictures more in depth.

"Next we have the rich workaholic Gabrielle Goldman, found on a jogging path next to the FDR on the Upper East Side." Munch said, once Huang had put down Hannah's picture. He handed him Gabrielle's photos. "She has a husband, but no connection to Hannah, so I doubt he had anything to do with it." There was another pause, as Huang studied that set of pictures. As soon as he set them down, Elliot handed him the third.

"Third victim, Alicia Vazquez. Junior at John Jay College. Found in her bedroom. According to her mother, some guys had been following her beforehand." Elliot said. Olivia yawned as they waited for Huang to finish. She met Elliot's gaze at her and winked at him, recieving a small smile in response.

"He's trying to confuse you, and yet let you know that it's him." Huang stated after a while. "Now before, you ask what I mean, let me explain. He has three different MO's, so that he won't leave enough evidence to point directly to him. But he leaves his tag so that you know it's his work, rather than some other person's. He's also trying to pick different varities of victims to throw you off his trail."

"So he just sees a woman and goes "Hey, I think I'll rape and murder you today."" Elliot said sarcastically.

"Exactly."

"Sick bastard." Elliot muttered.

"And getting sicker by the minute." They all turned towards Cragen, who had come upstairs without any of them noticing.

"Don't tell me. Another one?" Olivia asked, starting to get up. Cragen motioned for her to sit down.

"Munch and Fin have this one, since you two got the last one. I warn you, this is pretty damn disgusting."

"Why?" Fin asked.

"Ever wonder what human organs look like outside of a body?"


"That's nasty." Fin commented, looking at the dismembered body of a young woman, placed on a table in a high school biology lab. They had seen some pretty sick stuff in their time, but never this. Her body was cut in half, and from what they could see spread out on the table next to her, were her internal organs.

"Somebody tried to arrange the organs as if they knew the human anatomy well. Unfotunately for them, last time I checked, your liver was next to your stomach, not resting on top of the small intestines." A woman with short red hair, wearing a navy OCME jacket spoke to them.

"Who are you?" Fin asked.

"I'm Dr. Elizabeth Rogers. Your usual ME is kind of busy, so I'm helping you out on this one. My guess is your guy watches too much television, and put his own spin on the Black Dahlia murder. Like I said before, he has limited medical knowledge, so the details he tried to mimick came out wrong." She carefully stepped over a pool of blood to get closer to the body. "The cut is supposed to sever the spine perfectly between the second and third lumbar. He was off by a few centimeters, and wound up hacking through the bone. She gestured towards the face "He also managed to cut the mouth open, like in the original murder."

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Munch stated, and left the room to join a group of people who already felt the same way.

"Was she alive when he sliced her?" Fin asked, once Munch was fully out of the room.

"Thankfully, no." She pulled aside the woman's hair to reveal a single gunshot wound. The rest was done postmortem. It was the screams that must have stopped him from doing it while she was alive. I did find some fluids, so we can compare those to the ones Melinda found before." He looked up at the "rapist" written on the dry-erase board in her blood. Cragen was right, this was getting sicker by the minute.

"Who found the body?" He said after a while.

"One of the secretaries. She came in to give her a memo, and found this instead. Her name's Dana Walker, by the way."

"Damn." He said softly. If this wasw his fourth vicitm, what did this creep have in store for them next? And how close together were the murders going to be? It had only been two days, and already he knew that based on what this guy was doing, almost nobody was safe. Especially since he kept changing his MO. He hand't realized how long he had been standing there, lost in his thoughts, until Elizabeth pulled the sheet over the Dana's head. It was then that he decided to check up on his partner. He found Munch outside of the room, leaning against a row of lockers and looking slightly green.

"I never want to see something like that again." Munch stated. Fin was silent, as they made their way out of the building and back to the car. Neither felt up to making the usual comments they would make about cases. They were three blocks from the precinct before Munch spoke again. "You think we'll get the bastard in time?" The look he gave Munch clearly showed what he was thinking. "Me either."


Back at the precinct, Olivia sat at her desk, staring at the crime scene photos. As with every case, she couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened to the victims. She knew it wasn't her fault, but sometimes...she sighed, putting them down. She rubbed her temples, trying to rid herself of the headache she had as a result of lack of sleep.

"You okay?" She looked up at Elliot, and nodded.

"Just tired." She said, with a yawn. "Only two more hours until I can go pass out at home." She gave him a tired smile.

"Excuse me, where can I find Detective Benson?" Olivia swiveled her chair around towards the sound of the voice inquiring about her.

"She's right over there." One of the uniforms pointed at her. A woman in her mid twenties came over to her.

"Are you Olivia Benson?"

"Yes I am, how can I help you?" The woman took a shaky breath.

"You're working on that serial rape case, the one with the graffiti?" Olivia nodded. "I have something that you might want."

"What might that be?" Elliot asked, leaning forward.

"I think I know who's doing it."


A/N- You know the drill.