"Bradley Jamison! This is the police, open up." Fin pounded on the door again. Shooting a quick look over to his partner, Munch nodded.

"Open the door," Munch directed to the man who stood behind him.

The super fumbled with the keys in his hand. "Are you sure I'm not going to get in trouble for this?"

Fin threw the warrant at him. "This gives us permission to search the residence. Trust me; the only way you're getting in trouble is if you stand in our way."

The door slid open a fraction of an inch before Munch pushed it open the rest of the way. Fin turned toward the back of the apartment while Munch began to inspect the living room.

"We're clear." Fin's voice rang out from the bedroom. "No one's here."

Munch didn't bother to respond. He was busy rummaging through the desk when Fin came back into the living room. When he came up empty, he turned toward the nearby bookshelves.

"Where the hell's the basement?" Fin grumbled.

A look of confusion passed over the super's face. "Sorry to disappoint you, but this building doesn't have a basement."

Munch didn't bother to look up. He scanned the titles on the shelf in front of him before turning back to his partner. "Didn't you say this guy was some sort of psychologist?"

Fin came up behind him. "Yeah, why?"

"For a psychologist, he sure as hell has a lot of medical books. Look at this--the Practical Guide to Moderate Sedation/Analgesia, Anesthesiology…oh,and look what we have here…"

"GHB: The Natural Mood Enhancer," Fin finished smugly.

Munch flipped it open, his eyes scanning through the table of contents. "Oh, look—Chapter 8: How to Obtain GHB."

Fin grabbed the book out of his hand, flipping to the chapter in question. "Includes kits, recipes, and purification techniques."

Munch rolled his eyes. "Great, everything you might possibly want to know on how to rape and terrorize women."

"Detectives?" O'Halloran came up behind them. "I think you better come take a look at this."

Fin nodded. He turned toward the CSU tech at his side. "Bag them all," he commanded before disappearing out the door. He stepped back outside the apartment to join his partner, turning toward the van to follow Munch's gaze. As soon as he was close enough to see inside, he could feel his heart pounding. "That's blood," he confirmed, his eyes glued to the stained carpet.

O'Halloran nodded. "We'll take it back to the lab, but I think we may have just found out how he transported Olivia from the basement to Elliot's apartment."

Munch nudged his glasses up ever so slightly to hide the emotion clouding his eyes. "Thanks Ryan," he added softly.

"You never told her about the medication?"

Elliot spun around at the sound of Huang's voice. He closed his eyes. "I was just trying to help her."

Huang glared back at him. "I didn't give you the prescription so you could trick her, Elliot."

Elliot stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think I was trying to trick her? I was worried about her. You weren't there. You didn't see her."

"It doesn't matter," Huang argued heatedly. "Olivia has the right to refuse medication just like anyone else. You should have told her."

"She wasn't thinking straight."

"That doesn't give you the right to force it on her. What if something had gone wrong and she'd had an adverse reaction to the drugs?"

Elliot stared back at him, stubbornly. "I stayed with her. I made sure she was okay."

"You're not a doctor, Elliot. You forced her to take it without her consent," Huang bit back.

"What's the big deal? It didn't hurt her. She's doing fine now, and she actually slept. Why are you treating her like one of your patients instead of trying to take care of her?"

"Elliot, that prescription was written out under my name. She became my patient the minute she took that medication. Do you know what that means?"

Elliot stared back at him blankly.

George ignored him before rushing on. "It means that everything that happens between us now is on department record."

Elliot felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. Denial flared up within him. "You can't let that happen. George, she'll never talk to you about it again."

Huang turned back toward him. "Elliot, I don't have a choice. That's why I wanted you to tell her. It was her decision whether to let that happen or not. But you didn't let her make that decision. You made it for her."

"I didn't think…"

"Yeah, that's right, Elliot. You didn't think. Now, everything she tells me is subject to department scrutiny. If she's afraid that talking to me will put her job at risk, she's not going to talk to anyone. Do you get it now?"

Without another word, Huang spun around and stormed out. Elliot slid down in his seat, defeated. "What did I do?"

He hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud until he heard Cragen's voice behind him. "We've all made decisions we've regretted on this one."

Elliot turned toward him, too tired to try to process the implication behind his words. "I screwed up," he admitted. "Olivia's never going to trust either of us again."

Cragen smiled softly. "Then I guess it's your job to make sure she does. That's what being partners is all about, Elliot."

Elliot looked back up at Cragen. He nodded. "You're right. I have to go find her."

As Elliot turned to leave, Cragen surveyed the squad room to make sure he was alone. Slowly, he retraced his steps back to his office. He pushed the door closed behind him before turning over to snap the blinds shut. Once he was all alone, he crossed the office to his desk and pulled out what was left of the bottle of vodka.

He stared down at the bottle in his hands, his jaw clenched tightly, allowing the truth to settle within him.

I screwed up.

Elliot's words tore at him, haunting him. Elliot hadn't been the only one to screw up.

We've all made decisions we've regretted on this one.

Cragen closed his eyes. He'd never realized how much truth was behind his words until now. He had lost perspective. He had lost his strength. He had lost his ability to overcome a disease he had thought was no longer a part of who he was. And in doing so, he had jeopardized the biggest case of his entire career. All it would take was one overzealous defense attorney to turn their world upside down again. And Cragen had no doubt that if Bradley Jamison was the one who had attacked Olivia, Tucker would have the best defense attorney that money could buy.

Edward Tucker…the one man who could instinctively sense what no one would ever dare admit, and the one who had never made a secret out of the fact that he was fully aware of every detail in all of their jackets. And Cragen knew exactly what was written in his. He knew that if push came to shove and Tucker wanted to save his baby brother, he wouldn't think twice about putting Cragen and this entire unit on trial. And he could start with the fact that during the course of this investigation, Cragen had picked up the bottle again while on the clock. He dropped his head in his hands, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill forward.

How could he ever tell her that while she had the strength to fight back and admit the truth, he had been too weak to resist temptation? How could he ever tell her that she might never see justice because he had failed her? He reached forward, his fingers seeking the familiar. They molded around the neck of the bottle and he drew his eyes up to stare down at it, desperate to erase any semblance of its existence. There was only one thing left to do.

"The lab confirmed it," Fin announced smugly. "Blood in the van is a match to Olivia."

Munch scowled back at him. "Try not to sound so happy about it."

"Come on, this is good news," Fin retorted light-heartedly. "It means we finally have something on this guy."

"Yeah, but we still have no idea who the hell he is," Jeffries interjected. She dug through the stack of books in front of her. "And at least you're getting somewhere. Was it really necessary to ask them to bag every book on the shelf?"

"I don't know." Munch leaned over her shoulder, picking up one of the books from the stack. "Conspiracies and Secret Societies…"

"Yeah, and To Kill a Mockingbird," Jeffries snorted, tossing another one at him.

Munch caught it in his hands and shook his head. "Now that's a crime."

"Hey, that one is a classic," Jeffries argued with a smile.

"Are you guys getting any work done over there?" Fin complained, dropping the phone back down on his desk with a frown.

Munch crossed back over to his desk. "Yeah, like you're getting anywhere over here. Who are you calling now?"

Fin rolled his eyes. "Cragen. Where the hell did he and Elliot disappear to anyway?"

Munch raised an eyebrow. "Ten bucks says Elliot's with Olivia."

"Oh, hell no," Fin countered dropping the receiver back on its cradle. "You missed the fireworks in the locker room this morning. I didn't hear what it was about, but she was definitely pissed at him."

"That's a good sign." They both looked up at Jeffries in surprise. She laughed. "Come on, have you ever listened to those two argue? It's how they communicate."

Fin shifted in his seat. "This time was different. Liv looked like she wanted to kill him."

"Yeah, and tonight they'll call each other in the middle of the night, meet for coffee, and make-up," Jeffries laughed. "Trust me."

"Yeah, or based on what I saw earlier they'll end up in a fist-fight, and I guarantee I know who'll come out the winner," Fin countered with a grin.

Munch turned toward Fin. "That's no contest. Liv can kick his ass any day, and you know he won't fight back."

"Guys," Jeffries interrupted.

"Oh, come on, Jeffries. I figured you'd be on our side for this one," Munch insisted with a smirk.

Jeffries shook her head. "I'm not talking about that. I think you need to come take a look at this."

Fin peeked over her shoulder at the book lying open on her desk. "What the hell is this?"

Munch was completely silent as he surveyed the scrapbook in front of him. "I think the better question is…what the hell did we just step into?"