At the SVU Precinct

"So this guy is picking up prostitutes off the street, taking them home, raping then killing them?" Cragen asked concerned standing in the middle of the floor.

"A modern day Jack the Ripper." Munch chimed sitting on top of a desk.

"How many prostitutes did he rape and kill already?" Cragen put his hands in his pockets.

"Six, Captain. All of them prostitutes." Fin answered.

"So." Cragen started. "Why is this guy only picking up prostitutes?"

"Probably because most women who sell there bodies, use drugs, are filthy, are social out casts, and have low self esteem, nobody cares about them." Alex answered sitting on a desk as well.

"Yes, so it's easier for our rapist to take control over them to make himself feel powerful." Huang stated standing up right.

"A control rapist, we've dealt with plenty of those." Olivia was sitting at her desk.

"What I can't understand is why are all these women agreeing to go the man's house?" Cragen asked.

"The man is said to be very attractive, so the women also assume he's got money." Olivia answered.

"Well, that's not all." Elliot dryly spoke sitting back in his chair with a pen in his hand.

"There's more?" Cragen asked annoyed.

"Yeah, it seems that the perp only strikes if his home baseball team looses a game." Fin shrugged. Munch scoffed at the idea of raping after losing a game.

"And his home team just lost a game tonight." Casey's voice sounded disappointed.

"Well we need to get out there and get this guy before he rapes and kills again." Cragen's voice was stern.

"Yeah and how did we do that Captain?" Elliot smirked. The room fell silent. Munch stared at Alex. Fin stared at Casey. Elliot and Cragen stared at Olivia.

"Munch." Alex was completely serious. "If you keep on staring at me like that, I'm going to walk over to you, take your shades off and shove them up your boney ass!" Munch took of his shades and put it in the palm of his hand and held it up.

"Go ahead Miss Cabot." Munch was such a wise ass. Alex just rolled her eyes scoffed at Munch's gesture. Elliot and Fin burst out in complete laughter. Casey huffed and glared at Munch for embarrassing her co council. Soon Munch started laughing as well. Olivia slapped the back of his head to make him stop gagging on his laughter.

"Ouch, Olivia." He giggled a bit. "What was that for? Oh come on, I was just playin." He said like a little boy.

"Oh shut up Munch! Can't you take me seriously just once!?" And with that outburst, Alex left the room with briefcase in her hand. Casey followed behind.

"What the hell was that about?" John asked smugly.

"Munch! Knock it off." Cragen's voice was all anger. "All of you! Settle down, we need to do our jobs." Fin and Elliot controlled themselves and Olivia rolled her eyes at them.

"Olivia. I need you to go under cover as a prostitute to catch this guy." Olivia's eye widened. Fin, John and Elliot giggled.

"What?! Me?! Why me?"

"Well, our other two women just walked out the door…thanks to Munch. So would you be so kind as to go undercover for us to catch this criminal, Olivia before he strikes again?" Olivia thought about it for a second.

"I think he needs an answer Olivia." Fin teased.

"Fin, this is not the time." Cragen scorned. All eyes were on Olivia.

"Yeah…okay, I'll do it."

Donte's Car

Donte was driving in his Hummer 3 listening to the top forty countdown on the radio.

"Donte. Donte, what street are you on?" Rachael's voice came through the walkie talkie a little fuzzy. He grabbed it off the passenger seat and held it to his mouth.

"Uh, I am at." He leaned to his right to catch the street sign. "Forty Eighth Street across from the seven eleven. "Should I turn left up at the stop sign or keep going straight?"

"What? I can't hear you. Can you turn off the radio?"

"Oh yeah, sorry." Donte shut off the music. "Now, should I turn left or keep going straight?" Silence fell over the walkie talkie. "Rachael?"

"I'm thinking." Donte came to a stop sign. "I hear there are a lot of cops on Martins Road, that is if you go straight."

"Left it is." Donte said turning his car wheel.

"Wait. Just be careful on those streets. Some of those women down there have awful pimps; don't get yourself hurt, Donte."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. How do you know bout these streets after dark?" He turned off his high beams and went a bit slower.

"Me and a detective friend had to go question some people down there. The sun hadn't fully set and it was scary there anyway."

"When am I going to meet your detective friends?" Donte asked.

"As soon as I'm able to tell them that you work for the IAB." Rachael said irritated. Donte let out a chuckle.

"IAB in training." He corrected. "I am still a detective myself you know?" Donte turned a corner.

"Yeah. Not a very good one."

"And why is that baby sister?"

"I think any good detective would have known if his date had some kind of itchy STD."

"Hey! I wasn't paying attention to her crotch." He said defensively.

"That's a first." Donte turned on the radio again and blasted it holding the talkie right up to speakers.

"Oh awesome!" Rachael yelled. "Turn it up! I'll love Miss Murder!" Donte let out a defeated sigh then click the radio back off.

"Hey, I see a couple of faces at the corner of . . . Waxums Street." Donte said.

"Do they have noses?" Rachael asked holding her breath.

"Yes…"

"Yeah, it's definitely a face." Donte let out a small laugh as he shook his head.

"Rachael, you need to stop watching Scary Movie 4. I think you're obsessed."

"Are you going to pick one of them up?"

"No. I already turned another corner. I didn't like what they were wearing. My whores need to be colorful . . . like a puzzle piece." Rachael rolled her eyes even though Donte couldn't see it.

"Would giving you the finger over the walkie talkie still be affective?"

"I'll just picture it in my head." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Okay. Thanks for that, Rache." Rachael groaned.

"Well just hurry the hell up down there. I already have everything set up."
"Okay, give me five more minutes to drive around. I'll be back at the house in fifteen minutes." Donte threw the talkie down and focused on driving.

In Elliot's Car On Mathew's Drive

Elliot stared at Olivia sitting in the passenger's side putting on dark red lipstick. She could feel Elliot watching her but began to put on some rouge that horribly blended with her lipstick and the rest of her outfit. Elliot cleared his throat.

"I didn't know that you had a taste in heavy makeup, Liv."

"I don't." She smacked her lips together to smooth out the lipstick. "Casey gave it to me before she left the precinct." Elliot moved his eyes downward to see the purple fishnets that covered his partner's legs. They matched with her tight 'V' neck shirt that showed the black bra that was underneath. "She says she keeps it for emergencies, but I don't believe her."

"And why is that?" Elliot asked to distract her so she wouldn't notice him staring at her hot pink mini skirt.

"I saw her at a club one time. I didn't know it was her until she came up to me and started talking about recent cases. I felt like an idiot, but I could hardly recognize her with all this makeup she painted on her self." Olivia smiled and raised an eyebrow when she looked over at Elliot and noticed him staring at her.

"Like what you see, detective?" She turned half round in her seat to face Elliot.

"Huh..? No." Olivia frowned. "I mean yes." He corrected himself. "I like your hot pink boots." He flashed her a cheesy smile. She looked down at her boots.

"My boots are lime green, Elliot." She looked back up grinning. "The only thing hot pink on me is my skirt."

"Well." Stabler took a deep breath. "Did you not know that I am color blind, Olivia?" Benson let out a small chuckle.

"No. I didn't know that." She put her arm on the glove department and rested her head on the palm of her hand. "But I do know you're a bad liar."

"My birthday is coming up soon, Liv." Olivia smirked at the wink Elliot gave her.

"I'll keep that in mind next time I play a hooker, Elliot."

"What's wrong with this time?" Benson raised an eyebrow.

"Olivia. You guys ready?" Fin asked as he walked up to the car. Olivia turned around in her seat.

"Yeah, Fin. All done." She titled her head to the side confused. "Fin, why are you dressed like that?" Elliot leaned over to see what the detective had on.

"It's my pimp suit." He smoothed out his jacket. "I'm supposed to be going undercover with you so nothin goes wrong."

"Are you sure it's not your daily wear outside of the precinct?" Elliot chimed.

"Ha Ha. Very funny, Stabler. I found it in the back of my closet from doing a narcotics sting a while back." He looked side to side. "Cragen said that there's a suspicious car driving around the area with a baseball team flag on its antenna." He leaned in. "We think it's our guy."

"Okay." Fin opened the passenger's side door to let Olivia out.

"Be careful, okay Liv?" Elliot said concerned for his partner.

"The name is Lady Home-runner." Olivia said raising an eyebrow. She got out of the car and shut the door.

"You gotta work on that name, Liv." Elliot said smiling. Olivia waved Elliot good bye and started to walk with Fin down the sidewalk.

"Okay, the guy is said to be two blocks from here so make sure you understand what's goin down." He pointed down the street. "I'm going to be down at the corner this block while you'll be on the other corner. If the guy is suspicious of me, just say I'm your pimp and he shouldn't mind." He stopped walking and turned towards Olivia. "Discuss the money amount and make sure his says that he's taking you back to his house. As soon as you get into his car I'm going to hop into mine and follow you to his house. And I'm sure Elliot's not going to be far behind me." He pulled out a small plastic rose out of his fuzzy purple pocket and showed it to Olivia.

"This is a camera with audio." He placed it on top of her ear. "If you need backup, don't be afraid to call for us. Cragen and some S.W.A.T. men will be in a van outside of the guy's house when they get his address."

"Thank you, Fin." Olivia embraced him with a hug.

"Just be careful. We've got your back, Liv."

"Fin. Fin are you there?" Fin brought his hand to his mouth to speak into the radio.

"Yeah, we're here Captain. She's all set."

"Okay. Hurry up and get to your positions. He's half a block away from the sidewalk you're standing on." Fin nodded towards Olivia.

"Kay Captain." Fin shuffled over to his side of the corner as Olivia went to hers.

Donte's Car

"OH! I'm just dying in your arms tonight! Must have been something I said. Should have walked awaaaaayy! Should have walked away!" The car was blasting with the old eighties music that Donte was singing along with.

"Donte. Donte, have you picked some one up yet?" Rachael said annoyed over the walkie talkie. He picked it up off the seat and spoke.

"Hold on, Rache. I've been circling the area but I haven't found any suitable girls."

"Donte! Just pick up a God damn hooker and bring her back here before I call this whole thing off!!"

"Okay, okay. Wait." He squinted his eyes as he leaned forward. "I think I see someone down at the corner. Ooohh, colorful dressed girl too."

"Ugh. Pick her up Donte, and be back here in ten minutes." He tossed the talkie in the back seat as he rode up to the women. He rolled down the window and smiled.

"Hi there. Looking for a good time handsome?" Olivia said seductively walking up to the window.

"Well as a matter of fact, I am."

"How much you payin?"

"What am I paying for my dear?"

"What ever you want, I do any kind of sex."

"Woah! Who said anything about sex?" Donte looked down the side walk and saw a man at the end of the corner looking back at him.

"Who's that?" He looked back at the hooker suspiciously. "Are you a cop?" Olivia didn't expect him to say that right off the bat.

"No. That's my pimp." she tried thinking of another excuse but nothing came to mind.

"Okay." Donte said shrugging his shoulders. "You want to come back to my house and see about that good time?"

"What about the money, handsome?" Donte pushed the passenger door open and slid back into the driver's seat.

"No money, yet. Is that okay, princess?" He gave her a big smile then winked. Olivia returned the smile and climbed into the seat.

"That's fine. To your house it is."

"Cragen, Olivia has entered the man's car. I'm goin in my car to follow." Fin calmly walked over to his car, started the ignition and slowly started to follow the suspected rapist.