Finn and Rollins return the next day and prepare to go over everything with Chief Dodd's. He arrives shortly after 9 A.M and Rollins begins the break down of information we most recently received "we're calling it pattern 17. Now, the DNA proves that one perp matching our New York M.O. Committed three rapes in five weeks down in Atlanta in 2008."

Finn adds on in his usual Finn manner "the brainiacs had the pattern and didn't even know it. They didn't even look for six years."

"Any matches in codis?" Chief Dodd's asks us.

"Nothing. Not even familial." Carisi answers. "The DNA does show that he's white male of European descent."

Dodd's doesn't like what he hears "which is fairly usess. You're checking matching M.O. s in other states?" He asks a follow up.

I take this one "yeah, hey may have struck in Vegas, possibly Milwaukee."

"You get DNA from those cases?" He asks now.

Benson explains "Milwaukee has a backlog about a mile long, and Las Vegas doesn't know if they've even tested the kits or not."

"What worries us is, this guy goes on sprees." I tell him.

Benson continues "and he's in the middle of one right now."

"You talk to the vics in Atlanta?" He looks over at Rollins knowing she was there.

"Just one, and she said that he likes to sing church songs and at he may have used a pager." She tells him.

"Sounds like a cost-effective trip." He says with his arms folded, not happy with what we have.

Benson closes her open mouth and turns to him "look, we've got this, chief. It's just legwork."

"Try to put some shine on it before tomorrow." He tells Benson, going to leave.

"What's tomorrow?" She asks him.

"The compstat briefing on the pattern 17 rapist." He tries to hide a large smirk. "You're in the hot seat, sergeant."

Once Chief Dodd's is out of the precinct she directs her attention to us "Let's get on this you guys, we need more. Carisi, Rollins keep going through Vicap and Cotis. Grey, stay on top of Milwakee and Vegas." She leaves as we begin to move to continue our work.

The next day while Benson is at her briefing, we get a call about another victim. I ride with Finn to the crime scene, meeting the others there. We get the break down from the officers on site "she's 12. She was walking her dog and was grabbed. The dog bit the perp before he could actually rape her." The officer exclaims.

"Wow, wow. Slow down, she tell you this?" Carisi asks him.

I nod to the two of them as I begin to walk away "I'm going to ride with her to the hospital!"

I get into the ambulance with the little girl and they shut the door, beginning the ride and prepping her. "What's your name sweetie?" I ask her, taking a hold of her small shaking hand.

"Ryann" She mutters through the mask on her face.

"Ryann, you are so brave, do you know that?" I tell her. Her eyes are still stained with tears but she tries to put on a small smile for me "You're going to be just fine sweetheart. I'm here for you." I encourage her. I know I can't get a full statement without permission so I just try to keep her calm during the ride and talk about things little girls like to talk about.

Benson comes into the room Ryann is with her mother and I. I go over to her and tell her as much as I was able to get without formally interviewing her. "Ryann, can you tell my friend here what you were just telling me?" I encourage her.

"It was Max." The little girl explains again, praising her dog. "He saved me."

I nod my head with a smile to encourage her "you're lucky he was with you."

I guide her through continuing "okay, and you said your attacker was wearing gloves and and he was humming."

She shakes her head once "yes. I didn't know the song." She sounds regretful about it.

"That's okay." Benson assures her. "Is there anything else you can tell us?"

Her mother asks "did you get a look at his face, Ryann?"

She shakes her head "not really. He grabbed me from behind. But I didn't let go of Max's leash, not even when he pulled me into his car."

"And that car, do you know what kind it was?" I ask, hoping she has something.

She answers "no-I don't really know about cars."

Benson elaborates for her "well, do you remember how many doors it had or or what color it was, maybe?"

She thinks for a few seconds "Four. It was black like the seats."

I write the information down. "Okay."

She goes on "I remember because I shoved my headphones between them so I could prove I was there."

I look to Benson with wide eyes, then back to Ryann "that was a very smart thing to do."

"I tried to memorize the license plate, but I didn't get it all." She tells us, I can see her little brain working, trying to remember what it was she experienced "it was blue and white, though."

"Great." I write it all down.

"I'm sorry." Ryann whispers out, almost like she is about to cry.

"Don't say sorry, honey. You did great." Benson encourages her. "Now, is there any part of that license plate that you do remember?"

She nods her head and slowly repeats it to me "GQJ6."

"You did great Ryann, thank you!" Benson says thanking her and her mother before leaving.

"You are very brave Ryann, and smart. You did everything right. I hope you know that." I tell her with a small squeeze to her hand. She smiles back with a small nod and I leave the room.

A few hours go by back at the precinct and Benson comes in "any luck?"

I answer "so far, I got 40 black sedans with Connecticut plates matching the partials GQJ6."

Benson comes over to look at the screen for a moment "okay, so check e-zpass records, license plate readers, see if you can put any of those sedans at the crime scene"

"CSU has got the dog now." Finn comes in "they're swabbing his teeth for DNA."

"You know what? Tell them to scrape the nails too." Rollins tells him.

"Got it." He says pulling out his phone.

Carisi reads over my shoulder "hey, sarge. we got a 2014 Lincoln MKZ, black, Connecticut plates, registered to a Dr. Joseph Conklin. He works out at mercy hospital."

Benson comes back over as I begin to scroll down. "Nowhere near any of the three rapes."

Rollins adds "but he's a doctor. That would explain the pager, the gloves, the choke hold."

"Okay, anything connect him to Atlanta or Vegas?" She asks next.

I answer "I did an NCIC offline search, looking for a traffic stop or anything. Nothing came up. I'm still checking his pedigree, though." I say as I continue to look into this man. "Okay. - All right, hold up. Hold up the DEA has an open file on him" I call her back and click on the page to get more information.

Carisi sums it up for her "they've been looking at him for pushing pills for months."

"That could be enough for a warrant." Finn offers.

"Good. I'll call the DA." She says walking quickly towards her office "Rollins, Finn and Carisi get on the road. Grey, find anything you can on this guy!"

"Got it!" I answer back and continue my background check into Dr. Conklin.

The three of them return an hour or so later with the Dr. in handcuffs walking in yelling about how he knows nothing about rapes or how the headphones got into his car. They bring him in to interrogation room and I start to call the New York victims to come in and do a line-up knowing the process from here. Rollins works on getting the line up set up while Carisi tries to build a rapport with our perp. It takes a few hours but the Dr. eventually lawyers up and we have to leave him until council arrives.

"I pushed him too hard." Carisi leaves the office with his head hanging low.

"You did what you needed to do to try and get him to talk." Rollins tries to assure him.

He shakes his head "this doesn't seem off to anyone else?" I ask, not feeling like everything is cleared up.

"What do you mean?" Carisi asks.

I shrug "I mean, we have the headphones, so it's him. But I just feel like we are missing something here." I try to explain.

Rollins exits the elevator first once on the main floor "well, the evidence will come back soon enough and his fate will be sealed. Don't worry too much about it." She says, turning right outside as I turn left.

"Anyone down for a drink?" I ask, not ready to clock out and be alone at home.

Rollins keeps walking "can't tonight, maybe next time!"

"I'll go." Carisi agrees and I nod, beginning to walk to a bar close to the precinct. We get inside, order a round of beers and he starts off the conversation "so, everything okay with you?"

"everything's fine Carisi" I smirk with an eye roll, knowing he is referring to the Doyle situation.

"You can call me Sonny, Maddison." He uses my first name.

"Everything's fine, Dominick" I repeat my statement with his real first name. He gives me a know it all glance hiding a smile and I chuckle out taking a swig from my beer. "It's sweet of you to care, but really it's all alright."

He nods in return "good, I just want to make sure my partner is safe. I don't need your old FBI buddies coming down here showing me up." He jokes with me.

We spend the next 2 hours drinking a few more beers and chatting about things that don't involve work. "Thanks for coming out Sonny!" I say turning left to head to my apartment.

"It was fun. You want me to walk you home?" He offers still standing at the exit to the bar.

I decline, the familiar butterflies from our trip to D.C returning "thanks, but I'll be okay." I pat the gun on my hip and smile. "Goodnight!" I call back to him as I move father away.

"Night!" I hear him call back.