A/N: Hi guys – It's been a while since I updated this fic. I hope you all like it. My laptop charger has not been replaced yet, so again, I'm using my girlfriend's laptop. I have tried to get as many fics updated as possible. So here is your update for Infatuation. As always, if you have the time, please review. Thanks.

My life seems to be interesting you a great deal. I'm going to pretend you're here because you want to hear my story, not listen to what happened to Olivia.

That's the reason.

Anyway, so like I was telling you before, I killed about sixty people. It wasn't like I grew up and strangled kittens; I'm not your typical killer, I am a killer, with a heart, I have feelings, but I also have a snapping point, and Olivia snapped me.

I suppose you want to know what I did next. So I got the key print to Olivia's apartment, after she'd left, I went back to my shit hole of an apartment, and I made a key. The key fit perfectly when I went back to Olivia's apartment, I slipped the home made key in the door and just like that, it opened. I have to admit, I was and still am to this day, very proud that I made the key and it worked so well. I mean, it's not like you could have done it!

When I went into Olivia's apartment, I set up a couple of wireless cameras and planted them around Olivia's apartment. The main reason I did this, is because I wanted to see Olivia naked, I wanted to see her in every angle in every light, naked. And don't even judge me, because I know you look at her and wonder. Well I'm not just a wonderer, I am a doer and that's exactly what I did. I planted the cameras, set up a couple of sound monitors, I was intrigued as to what she thought about on a daily basis. Did she call her mom and chat? Did she call her best friend and share secrets? Or did she call sex lines? You may think it was out of the blue, but until she fucked Elliot, she was lonely.

I left Olivia's apartment and thanks to my superior knowledge of technology I set it up so I could watch her in my own apartment, rather than having to sit outside in a car, which at that point in time I didn't have. So yeah, you could say I was pretty pleased with myself.

When I got back to the stink fest I called home, I set up the monitors and waited. I waited nine hours before Olivia finally came home from work. I had planned to put cameras in her bedroom and bathroom, but on reflection, I decided to put them in every room. I watched as Olivia took off her coat and put it on the couch. She moved to the kitchen and got herself a beer, this was something she did after a bad day, which in her case was a terrible day, because everyday someone was raped was a bad day. She got a call from Alex, I worked out later, that Alex was ADA Alex Cabot, the woman who put me in this cell. They talked for ten minutes, nothing interesting, in fact, it was mainly work. All boring shit, until my name came up. The conversation as I remember it went like this;

"He's a strange boy." Olivia said.

"What do you mean strange?" Alex asked, Olivia put her on loud speaker and laid on the couch.

"He went back to the house, lifted up the carpet, then took a floorboard up before getting his mom's black book out."

"You think he killed her?"

"I'm not sure. He doesn't seem like the killer type, although, these days, no one does." Olivia sighed softly.

I smiled, Olivia thought I was capable of murder. I was, just not at this point.

"You going to talk to him?"

"I'm not sure I want to talk to him, I got a weird vibe from him." this pissed me off as Olivia said it, although, I could have been seen to be slightly clingy. Can you blame me? I wanted to fuck her brains out.

Anyway, so Alex said some shit about talking to me, Olivia denied the option, then something rather good happened. Olivia hung up the phone. After saying her goodbye's she picked up a pen and started writing. Now, I told you the last time you were here, that the micro cameras I was using could zoom, so obviously, I took advantage of their zooming ability and read what she wrote.

Hold on to your hats, this is no lie.

'Dear Diary.

I know my heart belongs to Elliot, but I'd love to have a taste of Alex. When I hear her voice, I literally can't think of anything other than kissing her, having her in my bed, her hands all over me. I think I'm crushing on Alex. It's getting slightly too much for me to handle, I see her at work and undress her with my eyes. I need to get her out my system, or in my bed.'

Don't look at me like that, of course she wrote more, but that sort of thing, I like to keep to myself. Like I've said before, I don't have a lot in here, none of which is happy, so I keep those memories for myself. And because I'm selfish like that, I won't tell you if she ever did get to bed Alex. I will tell you though, that shortly after she finished writing her diary, I got a VERY nice show. Something I will remember for the rest of my life, although, a woman should never have to please herself.

Olivia took a shower, and I must admit, it was something so beautiful, she was beautiful. I'm pretty sure if she'd have stayed in the shower any longer than she did, I'd have caused myself an injury. She's pretty hot you know, I mean, she's beautiful, great body. Everything I expected her to be and more. She dried off and got into bed, then the phone rang. I was pissed, I was exhausted and ready to watch her drift off into the land of sleep. Shit, I was ready to sleep myself. To my great unknown, it was Elliot. The wanker who screwed everything up. She went downstairs and met him, then brought him back up. I thought they were going to talk, but it turns out they were not. The door wasn't even closed before he had his hands all over her. And hers on him. They went through to the bedroom. The whole time I had to imagine it was me and her. I called up a local prostitute, I watched Olivia moaning and got the hooker to suck me off. I closed my eyes and listened to her moan, pretending it was her on my cock. It worked. Yeah, so I get it, you think I'm a sick bastard, well yeah, I am. But what I want I usually get.

So anyway, going back to Olivia, after she'd finished with Elliot, they fell asleep. I felt sick, I paid the hooker what I owed her. She scrambled away to go and buy her crack; I fell asleep, after a few beers. I needed something to wash the taste of hooker out my mouth. When I woke up, Olivia and Elliot were still in each others arms. Sickening. I took a shower in the hopes by the time I got out, they'd have stopped cuddling. They had.

Olivia was up and dressed, and hotter than ever. She had that just fucked glow. Soon, it would be me that got her to glow like that!

Olivia left for work, Elliot followed thirty minutes later. When they got to work, Olivia and Elliot then had the task of finding me. After all, they wanted the little black book. They never found me, I guess in my head I imagined Olivia to be searching the streets and hunting me down. I was wrong.

I waited a couple of weeks before I sent my plan into action, I went out and I found the perfect nobody to kill. It all went down exactly as planned. I had stolen an engagement ring a few days before, a quick robbery. I assume the woman reported her ring missing, because she was a toff. One of those high class bitches who own everything, appreciate nothing and yet still report a crappy ring going missing.

So I went out at eleven thirty, I walked the streets, my hood up. I knew where the cameras were. I'm not stupid, I knew not to get caught. I spent about three hours observing the prostitutes, who got picked up the most, who made the most money, who had the most friends, that sort of thing. Then I saw a lone girl, she was young, alone and at four in the morning, I knew she was my girl.

"How much for an hour?" I asked.

"Forty." she replied huskily.

I shrugged, "My car is just around the corner." I motioned to the end of the street. She walked with me, obviously I wasn't using my car; just like the ring, I had permanently borrowed a car. She got in the back and so did I. I wasn't going to let a good hooker go to waste so I fucked her, then wasted her.

My weapon of choice was rope, just rope. Nothing special, only I had bought the most well known, well used type of rope in New York. Tonnes of the stuff was sold every day; I was untraceable. She was just about to get out of the car, money in hand when I asked her a questions, I asked her if she was into kinky stuff. She told me at a cost, she is. And then it cost her her life. I pulled the rope out and twisted it around her neck. As she was choking, I raped her. I made sure it was forceful enough to be noticed as rape, not rough sex. Then I found the engagement ring and put it on her left wedding finger. I left the rope tied around her neck then dragged her in a holdall to a bench where I propped her up and left her there.

I made my way home, I knew someone would find the hooker, make that all important call. I'd given her a couple of left hooks to the face, just to add to the effect. It's then I realised, I'm actually pretty heartless. I could kill and feel nothing, I was pretty proud.

The next day I saw Olivia, I was so proud of what I had done, I was one of those onlookers. I saw the blonde haired woman with the rope tied around her neck. Blood dried on her forehead where I'd beaten her. The bruising peeping out from under the rope. Olivia stood by the body talking to a guy in uniform. I could only just make out what she was saying.

"Has the girl got a name?"

"No, no ID. She was found here this morning by a woman walking her dog; she's known to the locals as a hooker, she's pretty new. That's all I can tell you."

Olivia looked so deep in thought, "She has an engagement ring on, that rules out a mugging gone wrong. She's been staged, someone wants us to know she's a prostitute. Someone's sending us a message."

I smiled, Olivia was so smart, even now thinking back it makes me smile, how quickly she connected the dots. Anyway, that's when Elliot showed up.

"What've we got?" he asked the obvious.

Olivia looked at him and smiled, gross! "She's a prostitute, the body's been posed and someone's put a ring on her wedding finger. Other than that, we have nothing."

Elliot seemed to scan the faces in the crowd, I had to hide my grin. He didn't see me, and that's how I liked it. "Is there a tan line?"

"No." Olivia said softly.

"So the killer put a ring on her finger, maybe we're looking at a jilted husband?"

Oh Elliot, ever the smart one. Only I was jilted, because of him! And that just wouldn't do.

You'll have to come back another day, It's my birthday, and I'm expecting a visit from Olivia.