As she knew it, Casey got the warrant and Olivia was only too happy to watch it get done, she stood beside White and watched Melinda take the swab of his mouth with what looked like a large cotton ear-bud. White squirmed looking extremely anxious.

"Nervous?" Olivia smiled.

"A little," he replied. "Do you have to stand so close to me? I'm not sure if I should reach out and hold your hand and pull you onto my lap or if you just love me so much you want to be near me…" he was mocking her.

Olivia smirked. "Joke all you want, once this DNA sample comes back, your MINE," and she wasn't at all bothered by the remarks he was making, she knew he was going to be behind bars in a matter of hours and she'd certainly be able to sleep easier knowing their was one less White in the world.

"Now, now, now," he answered looking up at Olivia with a soft smile. "If you want to be alone with me, all you had to do was ask… you know I've always had a thing for you."

"Yeap," she agreed with a nod. She knew only too well. "And you'll have plenty of time in jail to think about me," she told him.

White didn't even flinch. "I wouldn't get too excited about that if I were you…"

Olivia leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Oh, we'll get you, you son of a bitch and you'll spend the rest of your days with rapists and pedophiles, you'll have of fun," she promised. Olivia believed with all her heart that he was guilty and that the DNA to the victims would match his.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" he was doing his best not to smile. This angered Olivia, but she didn't respond to him, she had given her word she wouldn't mess up again and her sole purpose in life was to lock away rapists and pedophiles juts like him. Olivia had no desire to let him break her.

Olivia took him back to the interview room sat down in the chair, she had agreed to sit with him and wait while they fast-processed the DNA. She hoped that he'd want to talk and eventually admit he was guilty, she wanted to know what made him do it. But her only wish was that he got the death sentence. She watched him with suspicion waiting for him to make a move so that she could justifiably smash his head on the table again. The mark she had left him a few days before was healing well.

Finally the door opened and Elliot poked his head around and looked at Olivia, there was something in his eyes when he looked at her… disappointment. "We have the DNA results," he said and shut the door.

Olivia stood up and followed him out, leaving White alone in the interview room. and when she looked at Elliot, she knew it had gone wrong. "What?" she asked as she prayed they'd caught him.

"The perp used a scouring brush to wipe away any DNA that might be there… we have nothing, Liv."

"What do you mean, nothing?" she said with anger. It wasn't him she was angry with, but the frustration of not having White executed.

"He cleaned up well, he didn't leave a trace of anything," he shrugged looking as disappointed as Olivia felt. "We can't prove it was White… the only way we can get him is through a confession."

"Fine, let's get one! she said with determination returning to the interview room, Elliot followed her in and stood in the corner a little worried that she might do something to cause the Captain to get mad. Elliot believed that White was one of the few that pushed Olivia's buttons and when she was pushed, she shoved back. Elliot liked having her for a partner and had no desire to loose her to a guy like White.

Olivia had a plan. She pulled up a chair and sat as close to White as she could stand, she could make out every freckle on his face, every flaw, every wrinkle. "Do you wanna start talking?" she smiled as if she had caught him.

"Not really," he replied avoiding her eyes.

"It might reduce your sentence if you admit more than what we have on your DNA. If you talk we might consider a deal of a LIFE sentence and take the death penalty off the table." Olivia was in no position to make a deal, that was the DA's job, not a cop. All she thought was catching him out, she didn't care how she did it, she'd deal with the repercussions later on.

"You have nothing…" he smirked leaning back in the chair with a look of satisfaction.

"Is that so?" she wasn't finished pretending yet.

"Face it, Olivia, you never were a good liar. If you had what you wanted, you would have me in handcuffs already…" he stood then and brushed his hands together as if removing dirt. "I gather this is my cue to leave. You have nothing, and I'm tired."

Olivia could feel the anger rising within her, she stood up and got right up in his face. "I know you did this you bastard, and I'll get you eventually, the next time you screw up, the next time you make one itty bitty mistake… and you will, because you're a loser… your mine."

"I'll be yours tonight," he flirted wickedly. "I'll give you a call, Olivia… wait by the phone." Before she could respond to that, he turned and walked out the door. Olivia clenched her fists in rage. He was free to rape again and again, but she knew, in the depth of her stomach, no matter if DNA couldn't prove it, she knew he did it. He raped and killed those woman.

"I hate that bastard!" she cursed once he was out of the room. Elliot sighed behind her. "I won't be happy till he's executed."

"Don't let him get to you, Liv…" Elliot warned. "He wants that, it's what he's waiting for, and he'll use it against you, you know he will."

Elliot left the room, leaving her standing there with his comment flooding through her mind.