"I love you, I really do, but I have got to go." Olivia urged laughingly.

"Ah, but you look particularly sexy this morning." Ed insisted. He took her hand and pulled her back to him. "Hair all mussed, skin all shiny. Got that good and you-know-what look going on." He gave her a long kiss, his hands tangling in her hair.

"Ed." Olivia laughed, pulling away. "Lats night wasn't enough? I was four cup gone, I know I was good."

Ed leaned back against the pillows, smiling contentedly. "Good doesn't describe it."

Olivia touched his cheek gently. "Tonight." She whispered, a scintillating promise of what was to come. She ran her hand down his throat, his chest, to the part of him the covers were hiding. "Mine."

"Glad to see you, boss, got two more victims." Fin greeted.

"I know who I was when I woke up this morning," Olivia muttered in disbelief, "obviously I've changed since then." Her spirits fell. "Okay, give it to me."

"Quinn Doe, same age and description as previous victims, same manner of death, same manner of abuse and torture." Fin said. "And Darcy Doe, Greenwich Village."

"Did we get an ID on Lisa Doe from yesterday?" Olivia asked.

Fin shook his head. "We got their employment records and we're running them through a system so look up same names."

"What's the system?" Olivia asked.

"We scan them into the computers, run them through the matching software." Fin said. He motioned to Carisi and Amanda scanning documents into the computers. "It's gonna take a while."

"So we're exactly as nowhere as we were yesterday?" Olivia questioned. "Great."

A young man hurried into the squad room holding one of the missing posters. "Excuse me, this is my girlfriend."

"That's Darcy Doe, Vic Six." Carisi said quietly.

"Her name is Bennie." The young man said.

"And who are you?" Olivia asked.

"Dewey Springle." The young man answered. "I know, stupid name, my parents hate me. Bennie was supposed to be on a work trip but this is her photo on the missing poster."

"Come into my office." Olivia said. "Bennie what?"

"Bennie Lisbon." Dewey Springle answered. "Benedictine Lisbon. Catholic."

Fin wrote the correct name on the board and followed Springle and Olivia into her office.

"Did you get anything from Springle?" Amanda asked, rubbing her eyes with shredded fingers.

"She was a violinist for the SoHo String, had a teaching gig at their school." Olivia said. "Twenty-eight, no former arrest records or drug use. Born and raised in Manhattan. Found behind the courthouses near One PP."

"It's like he's taunting us." Amanda remarked. "Near One PP, near the courthouses? That's our front yard. He's feeling safe."

"He's an asshole." Fin remarked. "And he's bugging the hell outta me."

Isla Perro, Jessie's newest babysitter, pushed Jessie's stroller into the squad room. "Hey, we were in the neighborhood on our way home from Dr. Harper's, thought we'd stop in."

"Hey, baby cakes." Amanda greeted happily, "hey, honey." She lifted her little daughter from the stroller. "Oh, you're all warm and snuggly."

Olivia tickled the baby's soft chin affectionately. "Auntie Livie's missed her sweet Jessie."

"Say, 'we're not feeling too well today'." Amanda cooed in a baby voice. "'My little ears are all sore"."

Olivia stroked the back of Jessie's soft blonde head. She and Amanda exchanged horrified looks.

"We gotta get him." Amanda muttered. "If not for my blonde, blue eyed ass but for Jessie's."

Olivia gazed at Jessie's innocent face intently. "We will."

"Two more victims?" Nick Amaro remarked, the sound of his daughter in the background of his end of the phone, "Jesus, and I thought California was a crime hub."

"It's killing me, Nick, it's absolutely killing me." Olivia said, chopping peppers for dinner. "No, Noah, don't grab the knife. Don't eat the peppers yet, they're raw."

"How's the lil man?" Nick laughed.

"Oh, so big." Olivia answered. She smiled at Noah. "Noah, tell Uncle Nick how big you are."

"So big!" Noah squealed.

Nick laughed through the speaker, a familiar and comforting sound. "I wish I was there with you."

"I do too." Olivia said. "I miss my partner in crime. Many, many crimes."

"So many crimes." Nick laughed.

"We're all mad here." Olivia remarked.

"All the best people usually are." Nick agreed. He chuckled quietly. "Yeah, Zara dragged me to that too."

"I made Ed take me." Olivia said.

"They serve cheese at the Tribeca Multiplex?" Nick teased.

"Some rats learn to adapt to new lifestyles." Olivia said. "Just call him Ratatouille Tucker."

Nick howled with laughter. "You ever tell him you call him that?"

"How do you think I get sexy-sexy started at night?" Olivia joked. "I put a chef's hat on him and let his little friend control everything." They snorted together.

"Jesus, I miss you." Nick said.

Olivia sighed happily. "I miss you too."

"I might come out for a visit soon." Nick said. "Maybe next month, if things work out."

"There's always a spot for you in my unit." Olivia reminded.

"California's letting me grow." Nick said.

"Legal marijuana business." Olivia said knowingly.

"I wish." Nick scoffed. "I'd be swimming in it."

"No, Noah, stop." Olivia called. "Nick, I gotta go. Noah's trying to get into something."

"Yeah, I'll talk to you soon." Nick promised.

"Once a week, like clockwork." Olivia said happily. "My dependable Nick."

"Stay safe, take care of you." Nick said.

"Love you too." Olivia laughed. "Take care of you."

"Work it, baby!" Nick catcalled.

They hung up and Olivia ran after Noah.

Olivia poked her head around the doorway, the squad room was quieter than it had been for the last week and a half. She tiptoed in on her toes and headed for her office.

"Lieutenant." Amanda greeted.

Olivia winced. "So close."

"It's alright." Amanda laughed. "No fresh victims, everyone has been IDed. Victim Number Five, Quinn Doe, real name Samantha Schulenberger. Found in Greenwich, lives on Staten Island, works on Long Island at Mertz Plastics."

Olivia crinkled her brow. "Long Island and Staten Island? She has no Manhattan connection. Everything else match?"

Amanda nodded. "Same knife, same condom brand, same everything."

Ed Tucker walked in. "Liv."

"Ed." Olivia said nervously. "Is Noah okay?"

"Noah is happily banging a bongo drum at music group." Ed assured her quickly. "No, it's your case."

"You didn't find another victim." Olivia said with dread.

"I found a lead." Ed said.

Olivia's jaw dropped and she stared at him in shock. "Tell us."

"I've been looking through the employment documents you've been given." Ed began. "And honestly, I'm not even sure how I caught it, I guess my years of being a paper pusher with a gun helped, but after Victim Three's papers I noticed a name kept popping up: Ashley Palmer."

"Who is she?" Fin asked.

"He." Tucker corrected. "Ashley Shannon Palmer, thirty-seven, works for a security firm, Security Veterans Utilization."

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Security...SVU?...SVU!?"

"I looked into it, he's the same guy at every place. Works security. Different location most nights and days, gets assigned to his post when he clocks in." Ed said. "You have enough probable cause for a warrant. Get his file and any relevant documents from this firm. You should have enough to bring Palmer in for questioning and to search his swelling."

Olivia grinned excitably. "Ed...you've literally made my whole day. Fin, call Barba. Amanda, Carisi, be ready to roll the second we get a warrant." She clapped once and turned towards her office. Halfway she stopped and ran back and kissed Ed firmly. "I owe you some dirty, dirty things later. I love you."

Ed smiled. "I was sick of seeing you so stressed. And I love you too." He put his hands in his back pockets and rocked proudly on his feet. "I'm gonna go play bongo drunks with Noah."

"Tell him 'mommy says hi' and give him a kiss." Olivia requested. "It's our special thing."

"Will do." Ed promised. "See you at home."

Olivia smiled at his back as he left and did a little dance. "Okay folks, it's showtime."

TBC