Sorry it's taking me a while to update. I'm trying to do the best I can with all the new changes, so please bear with me :)

Im not going to bore you by saying anything before the story, I'll just go straight into it.

DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, EXCEPT FOR AVERY ;)

Olivia and Elliot arrived at the vacant lot, and were quickly met up by Melinda Warner. She led them over to the body of a young woman. She had blonde hair, and was very petite, and from what the detectives could see, she had been very beautiful.

"What do we have here?" Elliot asked, squatting next to the blanketed body. He looked around the body, trying to see if anything laying on the floor would help.

Melinda handed Olivia the victim's I.D. before squatting across from Elliot on the opposite side of the body. "Christina Landon, aged twenty-seven. Judging from the contents of her purse, I'd say she was either an actress, or model." Warner pulled out a picture from the victim's purse.

"Headshot photos?" Olivia asked, taking the picture from Warner's hand. "Cause of death?" "Raped, then choked to death." Warner pulled down the blanket, just enough for the detectives to see the bruisings on the victim's neck.

"Those are the same bruises from Paige's neck" Elliot said, running his hand gently over the bruises.

Olivia looked down her partner, raising an eyebrow. "So, we're dealing with a serial rapist?"

Warner nodded. "I'll know more once I do the autopsy."

Olivia nodded, before looking at her phone for the time. "Until then, we'll be waiting. Plus, we have three teenagers in the cribs that we should probably take home." Elliot smiled and nodded, knowing that his twins were probably bored to death by now.

Olivia walked into the squadroom, Elliot close behind. "We need to find this guy, before he strikes again."

Elliot nodded, agreeing with his partner's statement. He watched as Olivia took a drink of the coffee he had bought on the way back to the precinct, before taking a drink of his own.

Olivia looked up, and sighed, when she saw Avery sitting on a desk, in front of the murder board, studying it. "What are you doing?" she asked, walking up and placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Avery let out a small yawn. "I just- something didn't seem right."

"Yeah, we have a third victim" Elliot said, posting the picture Warner had given them on the murder board. He wrote the victim's name under the photo, and put the marker back down, stepping back to stand next to his partner. "Where are the twins?"

"Maureen came by looking for you. The twins begged her to take them home. She offered me a ride, but I told her I'd stay and wait for you guys" Avery replied over her shoulder. She quickly grabbed her mother's coffee, and took a drink, before handing it back to Olivia with a smile.

Olivia only rolled her eyes, before focusing on their three victims. "So, our victims-"

"Weren't killed by the same people" Avery said, cutting off Olivia.

Cragen walked out of his office, along with Fin and Munch, and walked over to the murder board, ready to see what the detectives had found. "Where are we?"

Elliot walked up to the board. "Ana Davis, raped, choked, then drugged. Paige Mason, raped and choked to death. Our newest victim, Christina Landon, raped and choked to death" he said, pointing to each woman as he described them.

Cragen crossed his arms over his chest, and let out a sigh. "Do we have a suspect?"

Olivia shook her head. Avery stood from the desk she had been sitting on and sighed. "Not suspect, suspects."

Everyone looked at the teen, confused at her statement. "What do you mean?" Cragen asked, curious as to what Avery was getting at.

Avery pointed to the pictures of Paige and Christina. "Look at the bruising patterns on the victims' neck. His fingers were thick, indicating big hands. Now, look at the bruising pattern on the first victim. It's lighter. Whoever choked your first victim had smaller hands, and was much less strong than that who killed your second and third vic."

Elliot nodded, impressed with Avery's findings. "And when he couldn't choke her to death, he drugged her at the hospital."

Avery nodded. Cragen smiled, impressed that a teenager had discovered something that could help the case tremendiously. "That's impressive. You're very smart Avery" Cragen complimented.

Olivia laughed. "Of course she is, she's a Benson."

Avery smiled, as her mother squeezed her shoulder. "Okay" Cragen began, turning to face his detectives. "We have two murders loose, one of which who has raped and killed a seventeen year old girl. I want these men found, now!"

Avery watched as Cragen walked back into his office, closing his door, before she turned to face the four detectives. "Cragen's a BEAST!" she said, chuckling to herself.

Olivia shook her head, smiling to herself. "Come on, let's get you home" she said, grabbing Avery's arm, leading her out of the bullpen.

Sunday October 18th

Elliot awoke from the sound of his cell phone ringing. For once, in the twelve years he had known her, he wished it wasn't Olivia calling, since it would only mean he would have to go back to work. Grabbing his cell phone, he checked the caller I.D., letting out a sigh when he saw it wasn't his partner. "Stabler" he answered, listening to the voice on the other line.

"Detective Stabler, this is officer Wyllie. I, uh, I was told to contact you."

Elliot got out of his bed, and began to get dressed. "Yeah?"

"The man we had locked up for the bus accident. He's dead."

Elliot stopped moving. "I'll be right there" he said into the phone, before hanging up, and finishing getting dressed.

"What was the cause of death?" Elliot asked, walking into Rodger Clemmins' cell. He looked around, but the place seemed empty.

"Our M.E. ruled it as a heart attack." The corrections officer looked up at Elliot and sighed. "If you ask me, it seems strange, that a man who had no record of heart failure, died of a random heart attack."

Elliot looked at the officer. "You think he was murdered?" The officer nodded. "Well, did he have any enemies in here?"

Officer Wyllie watched as Elliot walked out of the cell. "Do you know a Detective Benson?"

Elliot stopped dead in his tracks. "She's my partner. Why?"

Wyllie shrugged. "A few minutes before he died, he had a visitor. I overheard them mention her, but before they could speak any more, he left."

"Do you think you could describe this man?" Elliot asked, worried that someone was trying to hurt his partner.

"Tall, black hair. That's all I saw." Wyllie said.

"Did Clemmins say anything before he died?"'

Wyllie thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, when he started to go into cardiac arrest, he was mumbling something. I just thought it was because of the heart attack, but now that I know he was probably killed, it makes a little sense. I think he was mumbling a name."

"Well," Elliot began, pulling out a notepad to write key details in. "What did he say?"

"It was hard to make out at first, but now that I think of it, I think I can remember." Wyllie turned to Elliot before speaking. "Does the name Lowell Harris mean anything to you?"

Elliot's head shot up. Lowell Harris? If he was back, and was discussing Olivia with the man who injured Avery, then things were definitely not good. He grabbed his phone, dialing the first person he could think of. He waited for the man on the other line to answer, before he spoke in a rushed voice. "Cragen, we have a problem."

O.O, Harris is back? Dun dun dun!

Ok, so I just wanted to get something done. Sorry it's a little short.

Tell me what you think.