Olivia awoke as she had so many times before that day, in the arms of Elliot.

"El, get up." Elliot buried his head farther under his pillow. "Elliot, I'm serious." He didn't budge. "Fine, have it your way." She jumped on top of him, flipped him over, and straddled his waist, holding down his arms.

"This isn't too bad." Elliot replied. Olivia chuckled and while he had her off guard, Elliot quickly flipped positions with her, he sitting on top of her. "This is better." He said laughing.

Olivia's humor had suddenly turned sour. "El, seriously, get off of me." Elliot was puzzled by Olivia's sudden change in mood. He quickly scrambled from on top of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Olivia sat up and walked into the bathroom. She shut the door, but not all the way. She sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall and started crying.

Elliot cautiously opened the door and looked at Liv. He took a seat next to her. "Liv?"

"I'm sorry, it's just when you were on top of me and had me pinned, I felt so vulnerable. It was just like-"Her voice drifted off.


"Like Billy." Elliot finished for her. Olivia nodded her head. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Brring

Olivia wiped away her tears and then got up to answer the phone.

"Benson," her voice held no signs of emotion.

"Liv, you ready to come back to work?" Cragen's familiar voice replied on the other end.

"Sure, Cap."

"Hurry up and get over here, ASAP." The line went dead.

"El, that was Cragen. I'm going back to work."

The two detectives reached the precinct around nine o'clock. Olivia was greeted with the familiar faces of the SVU squad.

"Hey, baby, did you miss me?" Munch said as he placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Over your dead body," Liv replied playfully.

"Looks like being away for week hasn't changed her thoughts about you." Fin said to his partner.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Munch's sarcastic remarks seemed in limited supply this morning.

"Now that you folks have had a nice little homecoming, let's get to work. The victim is Stacie Cooper, 21. She's a junior at NYU. She is currently at Manhattan Hospital. Looks like the perp beat her up pretty badly. Benson, Stabler I want you to go interview her, any leads would be nice. Munch, Fin go to the crime scene, check out anything that might give you ideas. Let's move." The four detectives gathered their things and went to their cars.

Stabler and Benson arrived at the hospital at nine-thirty.

Elliot walked up to the main desk. "Excuse me, can you give me the room number for Stacie Cooper?" Elliot flashed his badge at the nurse.

"Yeah, just a second," after the nurse typed a few sentences on the computer, she looked up at Elliot, "She's in room 207."

"Okay, thanks."

The crime scene was the victim's dorm. Munch and Fin entered the dorm, only to find several other officers inside.

"You guys found anything yet?" Fin asked a young looking cop.

"Blood and fluids on the bed, we also found a hair. It could be the victim's or the perp's. Got blood in the bathroom, too."

Munch looked over on the counter and saw a planner. He put on his gloves and opened up the book. "Look's like the vic was a busy chick. Classes from 8-noon, lunch with a Heather, more classes, workout at the gym, then dinner with a Rob." Munch closed the book. "We're gonna take this. Bring the rest down to the M.E.'s office when you're done."

"Will do," the young cop replied.

Stacie was startled by the knocking on the door.

"Stacie, I'm Detective Benson. This is Detective Stabler. Is it okay if we come in?"

Stacie sat up. "No, sure."

The detectives sat down next to the bed. Olivia looked at Stacie. Her face was bruised and she had hand marks on her forearms. "Stacie, can you tell us everything that happened last night?"

"I was walking home with my boyfriend, Rob. He had had one too many to drink. So I said he could stay at my place. I was getting ready for bed when Rob came in my bathroom. He kept calling me beautiful and kept grabbing me. I told him to sleep it off. He wouldn't stop. I started walking out of the bathroom but he pulled me back. I trying fighting but he through me against the wall. I hit my head, it started bleeding. I remember sliding down the wall. He picked me up and threw me on my bed and raped me. When he was done, he started hitting me and calling me a slut. He knocked me unconscious. When I came to around seven, he was gone."

"Do you know where we can find Rob?" Elliot asked.