A/N: Here is the next chapter. I have set this story in season nine which is probably one of my favorite seasons. It takes place before 9X7 Blinded. I'm trying to stay as accurate as possible but there will be character deaths. Which if you read chapter one gets right to it. I can't create a hundred red shirts to get killed off. It doesn't mean I don't like the characters that die, it is just for plot purposes. So, warning ahead. Let me know if you like this story and I'm open to any suggestions.

** 15 minutes before

Olivia passed by the interrogation room. Looking through the window she saw that Elliot was standing by the table next to the suspect. His demeanor was relaxed instead of his usual aggressive stance with his arms folded across his chest for intimidation purposes. Everything seemed to go right in place.

Elliot was going to play good cop and get Rick to own up to the rapes and assaults. If need be Olivia could drop in with a quick rehearsed quip to get her partner into a fake argument to get Rick to trust him. It's a ploy that they have perfected throughout the years, and has been proven to be very successful.

The man they had in custody had to be the perpetrator of these horrific rapes. When Olivia had stopped by the corner store bodega during her walkthrough of the third victim's steps before her assault, Rick who was the shift manager was all too helpful with information. His crooked smile also made the hair on the back of her neck stand straight up. Olivia's instinct screamed at her that this was their man.

They picked him up shortly after Huang had given the profile analysis of the perp. White male, thirties to forties, with a compulsive attitude. Rick was thirty-six and the way he had stocked the shelfs in the store with every label facing out and almost measured distance between each other was a warning but when they showed the pictures of the victims he took the extra step to not only stack them perfectly on top of each other corner to corner but also in order in which the rapes took place.

"So, what do we got." Cragen announcing his presence, walking from his office and beside her. Doctor Huang followed just behind.

"Well Elliot just got'em in there, but I think we can nail this guy." She replied as her hand swept through her short-highlighted hair, pushing the locks of hair away from her face.

They watched closely as the interview went on. They turned the switch on the wall so they could hear the conversation. Elliot was in full charm mode, any minute he probably would have someone bring in a drink so that Rick would unknowingly give them a DNA sample.

A confession was important. Not only did that mean that the case would be over but it would save the victims from going through an extensive trial. Those women could finally get on with their lives and heal. To many times the innocent gets dragged through the mud, adding more trauma in the end. The term justice sounds like a clean and prideful word but it's connected to so much violence and grief. It doesn't have that cookie cutter mold. Every case in SVU is tailor made to try and fight for each victim, no matter who they are. Each battle was fought as best as they could, and there was no clear cut knowing the next step.

"Huang what do you think? Is this guy the one?" Cragen questioned the doctor standing right next to him.

"I think he definitely is your man, but he's showing clear signs of a possible personality disorder, could be borderline on the spectrum. I don't think he knows what he did was wrong." The doctor spoke as he studied Rick's behavior.

"You can't be serious; did you see the bruises and gashes on those girls? He practically mauled them." Olivia argued as she pointed at him through the glass.

"I understand, but if this man is sick he needs to be put in a hospital to get treatment." Huang tried to explain. To put Rick in a prison wouldn't be the in everyone's best interest. If he could set up an evaluation and determine if there was an underlying condition that caused Rick to attack those women, then he could be put in a safe environment and get treated. It would be a win win situation. He wouldn't be a threat to the public and could get the help he needs.

"You bitch, don't do this!" They heard Rick shout.

They all faced the window noticing that Rick was becoming more volatile. He was getting flighty, his movements very fidgety. Elliot waved at the window. Usually he could handle himself but him motioning meant something was not right.

"I'm gonna go in there, I just want to see if he may be having a delusion." Huang said just before he entered the room approaching Elliot and Rick.

Olivia turned away from the window and faced Cragen, hearing the doctor introduce himself in the background. Who knew that would be the last time they would share words with him.

"This is bullshit. If the defense hears this, they are going to through the prosecution out in court." She was pissed. They had been working on this case for almost three months, to have it go down the drain. She had met plenty of psychos most of them carried that same smile that Rick wore. Rick was clearly a troubled person, but she didn't think a common case of OCD made him rape those girls. Rick knew right from wrong. If Rick could claim an insanity plea, then what would it stop from any other rapist, child molester or murderer from doing the same thing.

"Hey, I don't like it either but if he's off the street then we have done what we could." Cragen tried to calm her down.

"I've been wrong before, but something just tells m-"

Then they heard a yell. Turning towards the two-way glass the once normal room filled with madness. At first, they didn't understand what he was doing. Rick was on the ground, plunging a weapon into himself, blood streaked the walls with each stab. Rick's face was detached from any emotion, his eyes red. She had never seen someone act so calm as they mutilated themselves. They only looked away for a second, how could this have happened?

"WE NEED A BUS!" Cragen barked out into the hallway where other officers stood. Fin jumped up from his chair and ran to get the first aid kit.

It wasn't the first time a person in interrogation tried to hurt themselves but this was to the extreme. It was all so sudden. Olivia tried to make her legs work but she just stood there frozen. She watched as Elliot held Rick down as Huang gripping his uninjured hand over the injured hand continuing to place compression on the artery. He faced to the mirror as to yell something but then his face went completely blank.

Huang stood up almost in a robotic way. His hands going immediately to his side. The wound on his right hand bled out onto the floor as he walked to the mirror. Olivia knocked on the glass confused. Elliot yelled at him but the doctor didn't reply, or even look back. He just continued to slowly move to the window in front of him, leaving a trail of blood drops on the ground.

His face inches from her. She couldn't help but notice his eyes, normally they were dark brown but they looked irritated and infected, a clear liquid film seeping down from the corners. What was happening. It was scaring her. For what seemed to be a second his gazed met hers, sending shivers down her back. Then a loud thud shocked her as Huang's emotionless face hit the surface of the two-way mirror.

His head crashed against the barrier between them. Olivia let out a gasp. And then over and over she watched as his face met the glass. Her mind was screaming at her to move, do something anything. The shock of the situation left her frozen in place. During high stress situations, she usually had no trouble doing what had to be done, but this was different. She had just talked to this man. She didn't know how to process it.

"LIV!" Fin shouted at her breaking her from her trance. Fin threw her the small first aid kit they kept on hand at the precinct. She pushed through the door entering with Cragen and Fin right behind her. The once gray dull room was now something from a Stephen king Novel. She knelt beside Elliot trying to place her hands on the gushing wound. The injury from the pen had punctured his artery and tore open his trachea. The damage was extensive, the pen almost making it through the other side of his neck. It barley resembled a neck and more like raw meat.

The sound of the shattering glass made her jump slightly, she looked up from Ricks wound and regretted it instantly. Huang laid on the ground, dead. Her heart sunk, as she looked at the gruesome body of her colleague. Tears welded in her eyes. Glass covered the floor and his face looked disfigured with shards sticking out of it. What the hell was happening? He would never do this. There was no explanation for it.

She tried to concentrate on the other casualty in the room. But she realized the blood flow from Rick had almost but ceased and Olivia couldn't feel a carotid pulse on the other side, Rick wasn't moving. It was too late. She released her hold, her hands soaked in warm red liquid. She turned to look at her partner.

"El?"

The look on Elliot's face was unsettling. Like a man who had just seen a ghost. He was in shock. He just stared at Huang, who had suffered the same fate as Rick. Elliot's clothes and body was covered in the man's blood who had just died in his hands. The scent of copper lingered in the air.

The room was filled with devastation. So many questions hung in the air. She saw the defeated expressions on the others faces. For a solid minute no one knew how to act. They all exchanged glances with each other, unsure of the reality of the events that just took place.

Olivia stood up, looking down at her gray slacks, noticing the bright red stains on the knee area from kneeling. She glanced at the floor, seeing the puddle of blood that she must have knelt in.

"What just happened?" Elliot spoke, breaking the silence. No one could give him a reasonable answer.

People hearing the noise started to crowd around the dreadful scene, many stunned. A room that they had spent years in and were so comfortable in had just become a crime scene of a double suicide.

They had no time to grieve over their colleague when what sounded like fireworks was heard outside the precinct, then the sound of crumpling metal on top of multiple screams. Fin, Cragen and Olivia all ran out of the interrogation room as fast as they could and into the main area of the precinct where phones started ringing off the hook. The staff around immediately started to answer them as fast as they could.

"Hey, this woman is saying there are people are jumping off the top of her apartment building." Chester Lake yelled from across the room. Many of the phone calls people were getting were all reports of the same thing, usually the calls would be directed to a different department but it seemed like none of them were being filtered to the other precincts, this usually would happen during major disasters and the last time that happened was when the twin towers were struck.

"What's going on out there?" Cragen snapped out at the Uni standing by the window.

"Cap, it looks like some kind of riot. There's people everywhere, hundreds." The young officer who they knew as Officer Fields responded as he looked out the open window near him, observing the scene below.

"They are hurting themselves there's a couple of car crashes. Wait, I see some running and and and and." He kept repeating as he stared out into the streets. His demeanor changing. The three of them stared at Fields in panic, knowing that the Uni's attitude was becoming fearfully familiar.

"Fields, what is it?" Fin attempted to get the young man's attention, as he started to move towards the man.

"I…I…I…" Was the only response they were given. It sounded like a record skipping from how monotone and identical the pronunciation of the words that came out. Without hesitation the cop looked right at them as his right hand reached for his holster, taking out his weapon and inserting it into his mouth.

"Fields! No! Stop!" They yelled, but before they could reach him the gun went off. The loud sound striking their ears. Shrieks from terrified bystanders hit their ears as Field's body dropped to the ground. It felt like a nightmare, it couldn't be real. Everything was moving so fast.

The whole precinct was in a hysteria, people ran up to Field's checking for his pulse, but the sad outcome was that he was already gone. His brain matter was all over the ground and on a few desks that were behind him. One of the receptionists had been close by and was sprayed with a spatter of blood which had her in a flustered mess as she tried to wipe her face.

The phones rang loudly and the sounds out grew louder outside. Sirens were heard followed by more crashing and metal sounds.

Beep-Beep-Beep!

The fire alarms started to sound above them and the alarm lights flashed piercingly causing people around them to go into a frenzy and started to leave the precinct and head to the doors, rushing to get down the stairs. Olivia started to follow the group of people to the stairwell until she heard Elliot's voice.

"Don't go outside!" She heard from behind.

When she turned around and saw Elliot who stood there in the bloody light blue dress shirt and black slacks. His matching tie loosened with marks of red on it from his equally blood-stained hands.

"Elliot? Why?" She asked him.

"There's something out there causing this." His words were cold and had no emotion at first.

"El it might be a chemical set off in the building or a virus of some kind." Olivia was trying to put logic together to justify what was happening.

"No, Rick only started to act that way when he saw something out the window and Huang must have saw the same thing in the reflection in the mirror. Liv, think. Field's was looking too." He argued.

Then it hit her. It was too many times to be coincidence. And from the sounds outside didn't sound any better. How could that be? It didn't seem possible. But then again there was no way to explain why people were taking their own lives.

Cragen had come to the same conclusion as Elliot. And was trying to keep people inside the building but people were in too much of a state of terror that they weren't listening and just pushing their way out.

"Shit! Kathy and the kids!" Elliot's expression turned to worry as he pushed someone away from the phones, grabbing the nearest one. He then dialed his house number. With each ring his heart pounded harder.

"Come on, come on, pick up, Pick up." He spoke to himself. His fingers tapped on the desk to calm himself. Every possible scenario was running through his mind.

Just before the last ring, Kathy picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice was panicked. She must have known something was going on in the city.

"It's me." Elliot spoke into the phone thanking gad that she answered.

"El, the news is saying that there's an epidemic on the news. I've been trying to call you but the lines have been so busy." She frantically said over the phone.

"Yeah, I know, I know Kathy listen to me. Whatever you do don't go outside, close the curtains, take the kids into the basement."

"El I" She was hesitant.

"Kathy, I need you to do this." He practically shouted. Elliot had to make sure that she took him seriously. Not many times has he yelled at his wife but she needed to listen. Kathy was almost eight months pregnant with his child. To protect her and his children he would have to find a way to them.

"Maureen's at work El and Kathleen went back to her dorm this morning." Kathy was in tears.

Elliot cursed. "Fuck, just get Dickie and Lizzie in there. Get them. Whatever you do don't look outside. You hear me?" The warning was crucial. If his assumption was correct, if the sight of whatever was outside was making people kill themselves. It almost seemed like some scary story you would tell your children to have them behave. He almost couldn't believe it himself.

"El, I'm scared"

"I know. Just stay there, please. I will come to you. You and the kids just stay there. Make sure they don't look either. Kath please just don't look." He pleaded with pregnant wife.

"What about the girls?"

His two oldest daughters both miles away in the middle of it all. Mercy Hospital were Maureen worked at was close to where he lived but Hudson University where Kathleen went was up north near Kingsbridge. He would have to find a way to get there.

"I will find them. I will make sure they are safe. I'll bring them home. Just go to the basement, take the radio from the bedroom and wait for me. Can you do that for me?" Elliot tried to convince his wife. Even though he didn't have a plan at all on how to find them in this catastrophe.

"Okay. Please be careful." Kathy cautioned him.

"I will."

"I love you." She said between sobs.

"I love you too." Elliot replied, knowing that this could possibly be the last time he could be saying this to his wife. It brought tears to his eyes to think that he may never see her beautiful smile again and to hug his children. There was a possibility that he would never get the chance to meet his unborn child, and it was destroying him inside.

The line cut out before they could even say goodbye.

I know I'm evil. Cliffhangers are the worst. But I do have chapter three already in the works. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned.