AN: My significant other, Chris, was amazed at what one small cliffie could do. Then, he made me come up with another chapter, as it was even driving him crazy. So, here's Chapter 3, kids. Enjoy and don't forget to read and review.

Catie

Olivia quickly excused herself and walked into the living room with Elliot close behind. "Benson," she answered.

"John, hang on just a minute, I'm going to turn the volume up on my phone. Elliot's standing right next to me." Olivia's fingertips flew across the keypad and within seconds, John Munch's voice became audible to the detectives.

"Okay, John. Shoot," Olivia said quietly, trying to prevent their conversation from drifting into the study where Monica and Warren were nervously waiting.

"Guys, after being on the force this long, I thought I had hit the point where nothing would surprise me anymore, but…." John trailed off.

"But, what???" asked Olivia and Elliot in unison.

"But, you guys may want to sit down."

30 minutes later

"Warren, the suspense is killing me."

"Me too, Mon."

"What on God's green earth could the bad news possibly be? I mean, Allison could be pregnant. Oh, God, she could be dead. Her rapist could have been in jail already, making it impossible to rape her. It could have been someone she knows. It could have been a cop or a FBI agent or anyone with a DNA sample in the system…." Monica trailed off as she sat back down in her chair. Warren, resting on top of the desk, looked down at her strangely. "Monica, have you considered everything?"

"More than likely, why?"

"It's just not like you, Mon. You're usually level-headed, that's one of the reasons why I like you so much. But, right now, I mean, look at you. You're talking about possibilities that are barely possible like they're exactly what happened."

Monica looked down sheepishly; Warren was right. "Sorry, Warren," she said quietly. "I guess I just let my imagination run away with me."

Warren nodded and gave her a fatherly smile. "It's okay, Moni-…" He trailed off as Elliot and Olivia walked back into the study, serious expressions etched into their faces.

"I think our bad news just went from bad to worse," Monica commented softly. Warren could do nothing but agree with her.

10 minutes later

"So wait…let me make sure I've got this straight…you found more than one semen sample on Allison's body."

Olivia and Elliot nodded sadly.

"But…but, Allison said that one person raped her, didn't she?" Monica asked, willing herself not to cry for the second time in eighteen hours.

"Right, Monica," Elliot confirmed.

Warren strict posture faltered and Monica's face fell into her hands, "Oh God. This is so messed up."

Randy and Monica's apartment, 6:30pm

Monica wouldn't consider herself bored. If she was very honest with herself, she wouldn't say she was tired either.

For the first time since her mother's death, Monica was scared. She hated that feeling with a passion.

Just as she was beginning to become genuinely worried about making a hole in the carpet from pacing, she heard keys in the front door. When the door opened and Monica saw Randy in the doorway, she ran to him and jumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face. Randy, startled, quickly regained his balance and rubbed her back, trying to take his coat off without putting her down. When he realized it would be impossible to do both, he walked down the hallway toward their bedroom and laid her down on their bed. After taking off his coat and tossing it to the ground, Randy joined her on the bed and pulled her close. "Monica," he murmured. "Tell me everything."

Randy and Monica's Apartment, 9:45pm

Randy collapsed on the couch in the living room. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever been so tired and he hadn't even done very much today. Monica's recount of the accident and the news she and Warren had received that afternoon kept running through his head and the impact had been just as strong as when it had come from her. He needed someone to talk to. As he looked through the contacts in his cell phone, no one in particular caught his eye. Then, it hit him. He knew exactly who to call. He dialed the number and waited for the person on the other end to answer.

"Hello," a voice answered.

"Mrs. Licota, it's Randy Adams, Monica's fiancé," Randy said.

"Randy, honey, I'm so glad you called and for the love of God, call me Sarah! I've been calling Monica's cell phone, but have been getting no answer," Sarah Licota answered. The older Italian woman loved Monica and Randy like they were her own, and hearing about the incident at Willow Hills had threw her motherly instincts into full swing.

"I know, her phone was off, a rare occurrence, let me tell you!" They both chuckled, but the conversation quickly became serious again. "Did Warren tell you what happened?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, he did. Did Monica?" Sarah asked, knowing that Monica had a tendency to keep really bad news to herself.

"I got the gist of it through her tears. God, Mrs. Li- I mean Sarah, I don't know what to do. She wasn't even very close to Allison, but she's acting like it's all her fault. It's driving me crazy!"

"Warren's doing that too. I figure that the most we can do is accept that this is bothering them and be there for them when they want to talk about it."

Randy nodded. It had been exactly what he was thinking; he just needed someone to confirm his solution. "Okay, Sarah, thanks. I'm gonna let you go and go back to bed."

"That's my plan too, sweetheart. Good night Randy. Call me if you need me."

"I will. Good night, Sarah."

Mercy Hospital, 10:15am

If Allison Morris could have, she would have been banging her head into the wall. How could she have been so stupid?!? She had seen plenty of cheesy Lifetime movies and news reports to know that she shouldn't have been alone by herself so late at night. She knew that vacuuming the first floor of the model home could have waited until Saturday morning. The foreman, Monica Alexson, had offered to stay with her and Allison had told she would be alright, to go home. She hadn't been able to move her car at her lunch break, why hadn't she asked some of the guys to help her then. Why hadn't she just locked herself in the model home again and called Monica or Warren? Allison felt like an idiot; her rape had been an accident, but damnit, it was also pretty preventable.

Frustrated, Allison pushed her tasteless, rubbery hospital breakfast away. Just then, detectives Stabler and Benson walked into her room. Olivia took a seat at the chair on the side of her bed while Elliot stood behind his partner, leaning against a wall. Olivia smiled at her and broke the ice. "Good morning, Allison," she said pleasantly.

Allison smiled back at her and Elliot. "Good morning, detectives. I'm sorry I missed you yesterday. It turns out that my health insurance covers psychological care, so I had an initial consultation with the psychologist on call. He gave me the names of a few different psychologists in the area. He's a very nice man, you know.

Olivia nodded approvingly as Elliot responded. "Yep, we know Dr. Michaelson. Many of the victims we've helped have talked to him.

The pause in conversation was nearly too much for Allison to handle. "So, detectives, have you found anything out concerning my rape?" She asked, trying to be as matter-of-fact as possible.

The look Olivia and Elliot exchanged was not lost on Allison. She groaned inwardly, knowing what the next question would be. She was right. "Allison, have you had multiple sexual partners?" Olivia asked her quietly.

Although Allison was a grown woman in her forties, the question made her feel like she was sixteen again. "Yes," she responded coolly.

"Allison…," Elliot began before Allison cut him off.

"No, don't you dare lecture me on my sexual habits, detective! Just because you may be in a stable relationship with someone doesn't mean everyone else in the world is! No, don't interrupt me; I'm going to say this! Do you know when the first time I had sex was? No, you don't? Well, let me tell you, it was three months ago! I'm not a little girl who doesn't realize the importance of the decision to have sex, okay? I'm a forty-seven year old whose time is running out!!!!" Allison fell back against her pillows, exhausted. Olivia and Elliot tried to not look too embarrassed and shocked.

Olivia was the first of the three to regain her composure. "Actually, Allison, we were going to ask you for the names and contact information of your previous sexual partners. We'd like to start narrowing down possible perps and DNA is the easiest way to begin."

Allison, embarrassed, scribbled down the information as quickly as she possibly could.

The 1-6, 8:30pm, Monday night

Fin, Munch, Olivia, and Elliot were exhausted. All of the DNA samples had come back; none of them had matched what had been found on Allison's body.

"This is ridiculous," Fin muttered. "I figured we'd be able to clear everyone but that bastard Josh Kansan.". Fin and Munch had picked him up earlier that day during his community service. Unfortunately, their excitement had been short-lived, as they continued to run into walls all afternoon.

"I'm gonna make a new pot of coffee," Munch said, walking toward the counter where the coffee pot was.

"NO!" The other three detectives shouted in unsion. John smirked a little as he walked back to his desk, holding his hands above his head and mock-surrender. "So, it's true. I really am only around here for my crime-solving skills."

Fin slumped at his desk. "I'm so tired, guys. Wanna just throw in the towel and come back to this tomorrow?"

Everyone shifted a little uncomfortably; they normally worked their cases until they were solved, no matter what it took. This case, however, had thoroughly exhausted them, both physically and mentally. Going home and going to bed seemed like the logical thing to do, but, at the same time, nobody really wanted to go home. They gazed thoughtfully into space for a minute, before Elliot piped up. "I have an idea guys."

Everyone turned to him in anticipation. "Why don't we sleep up in the crib tonight? That way, we can all get some sleep, but we'll all still be here."

The rest of his co-workers slowly began to nod. "Sounds like a plan, Elliot," Olivia said from her desk.

2 hours later

The 1-6 was quiet. Detectives Fin, Much, Benson, and Stabler were sound asleep in the cribs. The front desk receptionist, Hanna, was quietly doing a crossword puzzle as she listened to the soft rock station. All of the sudden, the door to the crib slammed shut and four pairs of shoes ran down the stairs. Hanna stood up, startled. She walked up to Fin. "Fin, what's going on?"

Fin gave her a small smile. "Don't worry, baby girl. We may have cracked this case wide open."