Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: T

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

Olivia woke to her phone ringing again. She glanced at the clock. 2:36.

"Benson."

"Liv, we've got another body at Prince St. between Mercer and Greene."

"Same M.O.?" she asked.

"Another hunting knife, and a 5 carved into her chest."

"I'm on my way." She turned to the sleeping form next to her and gave him a shake.

"Elliot, wake up. We've got another body."

XxXxX

"Oleshiea Barnes. 41, address is over on W. 88th St. Rape kit negative for fluids, positive for spermicide. Throat slashed from ear to ear. Brunette, shoulder length hair, parted to the right." Warner said. Olivia furrowed her brow.

"Alicia? That's a break in the pattern." Olivia observed.

"Check again." Warner said, handing her an evidence bag containing the girl's ID.

"She spelled it with an 'O."'

XxXxX

Olivia added the information from their latest victim to the board next to Ophelia.

"Liv, I checked with the hospital. Blackwell's been in the prison ward all night, cuffed to his bed. He's also been sedated. No way he could have done this." Olivia looked back at the board.

"We nailed the wrong guy." She turned back to the squad. "Why would he have taken the credit for brutally raping an murdered 4 women?" she asked the group.

"Could have been a scare tactic." Elliot said. "We were in his apartment, he thought we were there to arrest him, and he tried to use you to get away. If he wanted the glory, he would have just let us take him."

"Olivia, a word?" Cragen called, motioning her into his office. She set down the dry erase marker and headed for his office.

"There's no easy way to say this. I want you off this case." he said. Her face turned to total shock.

"Why?" she spat.

"You fit his pattern a little to perfectly. And, the latest victim lived one street away from you." he said.

"Ok, so I fit this guy's pattern. So what? That doesn't mean I'm not capable of handling this case." she said, her voice getting stronger with every word.

"Will you look at Warner's report?" he said, handing her the file.

"I've read this thing a dozen times. I don't need to see it again." She handed the file back, which he didn't take.

"There's more to it than hair color, style, and initials. They all have brown eyes, and Warner believes their measurements are fairly close to yours. Now, there are two possibilities here. The first is that this is purely coincidental. The second is that he's purposely killing women that look like you." She finally opened the file. The girls' measurements were all within 3" of her own.

"Where is he finding these women? I believe that he could find women who all look like me, but the same initials? 'O' isn't exactly a common first initial."

"I know. And, that's another piece of the puzzle we have to put together. But, I want you somewhere safe, and undera protective detail. Just until this is over." She looked up at him with anger filling her face.

"No. Captain, I have to see this thing through."

"Ok, but, you don't go anywhere without a partner. And, I'm putting a protective detail on you."

"I'll consent to a partner, but no detail."

"Olivia, it's either that, or you're off the case. End of discussion."

"Fine. But, plain clothes, anti-crime car. No uniforms." Elliot knocked on the door. Cragen waved, and he stuck his head in.

"Olivia, Warner just called. She has something she wants us to see."

XxXxX

"I've got some interesting DNA results for you."

"Our perp's in the system?" Olivia asked, following her over to the computer terminal.

"Sorry, Detective, you're not that lucky. I did find someone in the system with the same Y chromosome as the blood on the knife."

"So, our perp has a brother in the system. Where is he?" Elliot asked.

"Sing Sing." Warner said. Olivia looked at the monitor. The color drained from her face, and she felt nauseous for a split second. "Elliot, come here." He looked over her shoulder.

"Lowell Harris." he said.

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