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.
"You ok?" Elliot asked, giving a quick glance at Olivia as they drove towards Sing Sing.
"Yeah…" she said, sounding uncertain.
"Don't lie to me. You suck at it." Elliot replied.
"5 women who look like me are dead, and I nailed the wrong bastard. How do you think I feel?" she snapped.
"You'll get this guy; you always do." he assured her.
"And how many more women have to die before I do?" she said as they pulled into the parking lot.
"Let's just get this over with." she replied, getting out of the car.
"Liv," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder as she reached for the front door. "You don't have to do this. I can take care of the interview."
"No. This guy's mine." She yanked open the door, and strode in, with an air of authority and determination about her.
XxXxX
Lowell Harris sat behind the table, sporting an orange jumpsuit and shackles at his wrists and ankles. Elliot stood in the corner with his arms crossed, while Olivia paced slowly in front of the table.
"Lowell Harris. I didn't think we'd meet again." she began. "So, where's your brother?"
"What's in it for me?" he shot back.
"Hang on, we're not up to that yet. Your information has to be good, and it has to be accurate before we play any wheeling and dealing. Besides, you should know better. I can't authorize anything. You have to talk to the D.A." she said.
"I want my lawyer." he replied.
"You don't need him. We aren't looking at you as a suspect. I can talk to you all day without your lawyer." She said, leaning over the table to face him in the eye. She stood up again. "Now, where's your brother?"
"Why? What'd he do?" Harris said.
"So far? He's raped and murdered 5 women. Now, where is he?" Olivia seethed.
"I don't know. He moves every few months. Last I heard, he was in the City, taking care of some family business."
"What kind of family business?" she asked.
"He wouldn't say."
XxXxX
"You did great in there, you know." Elliot said as they got back into the car.
"Yeah…" she said as she pulled out her phone. New voicemail. The screen said. She clicked open the phone, holding up a finger to silence Elliot. She listened for a moment.
"Son of a bitch!" she screamed, pounding the End button on the phone.
"What?" Elliot asked.
"That was Warner. He got another one. That makes 6." Olivia replied. "We've gotta nail this guy, El."
"What do they know about this one?" Elliot asked.
"Olive Bosley, 43, found on W. 89th St." she said.
"Where on W. 89th?" Elliot replied.
"In the alley between 201 and 203." she said, looking straight ahead.
"Ok, Liv, this isn't good. That 'family business' Harris was talking about in there? And now, victim #6 lands in the alley right next to your building? And don't get me started on how close 'Olive' is to 'Olivia.'"
XxXxX
They walked into the precinct as Munch was updating the board.
"Did you get anything, Munch?" Olivia asked.
"Do you have any idea how many Harrises there are in New York City?" Munch replied.
"So, nothing. Great." Olivia said, throwing her hands up in disgust.
"I didn't say that. I contacted a buddy of mine at Hudson University who specializes in genealogy. We have a list of every male relative of Lowell Harris, and a special present from Greylek." he said, handing Olivia a sheet of paper and a search warrant for the apartment of one Adam Harris.
"Munch, you're a genius. Let's go, El." She turned on her heel and headed out of the bullpen.
"You're welcome!" Munch yelled at the door swinging closed behind them.
XxXxX
When they arrived at Adam Harris' townhouse of the Upper East Side, they found nothing out of the ordinary, until they hit the basement. Olivia was the first one down the stairs, followed closely by Elliot. 3 of the 4 walls were covered in photos of women who bore a strong resemblance to Olivia. The fourth wall was dedicated solely to Olivia. A desk sat along that wall with a laptop sitting on it. Olivia took the radio from her belt a called for CSU and TARU. Olivia searched the rest of the desk. Several bills and notices came up; nothing unusual. She was dumping out the contents of the bottom drawer when she came across a sheet of paper taped to the bottom.
"Elliot, I've got something." Elliot walked over to see what she was holding. On the paper was a list of 20 women, all with initials of O.B. The first 6 were crossed off, and next to number 20 was Olivia's name.
"How much do you want to bet that the other 13 women on that list look like you?" he said grimly.
Morales arrived within minutes and immediately set to work.
"He's using dating services combined with DMV records. All of the women he's found, he's checked out through a combination of 5 different websites and cross referenced their names and faces through the DMV. This took a lot of research to put together." Morales said.
"But this list indicates that he's already done the research. That's why he was able to find victims so fast." Elliot said.
"But why 20? And why am I at the bottom of the list?" Olivia asked.
"You're connected to Harris, that's gotta mean something. Let's pick this guy up and ask him." Elliot said.
XxXxX
"Orla, Opal, Oksana, Ophelia, Oleisha, and Olive." Olivia ticked off as she tossed the photo of each victim in front of Adam Harris. "Why'd you kill them?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." he said, smirking. He paused. In an almost amused tone, he said, "I want a lawyer."
"Fine. Get your damn lawyer down here, and do it quickly." Olivia said, turning and slamming the door behind her as she left the interview room.
"Wanna grab a bite to eat while we wait?" Elliot suggested.
"No, I'm too pissed to eat. I'll be in the gym."
XxXxX
Olivia was back in front of the punching bag. She hoped that if she could just unleash all of her anger and hatred into the bag, she would be able to restrain herself in the interview room. She was so into her workout she didn't notice Fin coming up behind her.
"Hey." he said, startling her.
"God, Fin! I'm sorry. I just…was in the zone." she said.
"I brought something that might help." He took out a photo of Lowell Harris and taped it to the bag so she was eye to eye with it.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to get you to release your anger, directed at your attacker, so you don't kill our suspect." Fin said. "Go on, take your best shot." She turned back toward the bag. Seeing Harris' eyes pulled the anger from every cell in her body. She curled herself into and attack stance and unleashed fury even she didn't know she was capable of.
"Go on, girl. Let it flow. Don't stop it." Fin said, as he walked around her. "Remember what he did to you. You aren't powerless now. Fight back." With every word Fin spoke, she felt more anger rise in her and channel through her arms and legs into the bag. Tears started to fall from her face despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. "Keep going. Cry, scream, beat the hell out of him, but get it out!" She heard the screams coming from her throat, but her brain could barely register that they were coming from her own throat.
"What the hell…?" Elliot said, coming to find Olivia. Fin walked over to him at lightning speed.
"Get out of here, man. She's ok, trust me." Fin said.
"But…" he started.
"She's fine, but I really need you to get the hell out of here before she loses focus. Trust me." Fin said.
"Ok, but we need her in the box as soon as she's ready." Elliot said. He gave her one last worried look, and turned away from the gym, hoping Fin knew what he was doing.
"Go on, Liv. Fight him. Fight back." Her kicks and punches were becoming weaker. She was tiring out. "Keep it up."
"Stop it! Just stop it!" she screamed, throwing a glove across the gym. Fin's voice immediately went from that of coach to gentle and caring. He flew to her side and took her forearms in his hands. "It's ok, Liv. You did great. Do you feel better?"
"Yeah, actually. I haven't felt this calm and centered in a long time. Thanks, Fin."
"Anytime, girl. Elliot was just here, though. Harris' lawyer showed up, so they need you in the box as soon as you're ready."
Olivia took a quick shower, changed out of her gym clothes and walked back towards the box.
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