AN: Thanks for the reviews, everybody! Just want to let y'all know that I'll be super-duper busy tomorrow, so I will try to write a lot tonight b/c I won't be posting much tomorrow. But okay, so here you go! I sure hope you're ready to be freaked out...!

After Olivia had spilled her story to Elliot, she went back home, cleaned herself up, and came back for work, feeling surprisingly better that Elliot now knew what was going on with her. She walked in the squad room and saw a flash of relief on Elliot's face when he saw how refreshed she looked. She smiled and put her purse on her desk. She walked over to Elliot's desk and picked up the case file and sat down and began to read it. Her eyes scanned over everything but stopped on one thing. Elliot saw her frown.

"Her rapist had a purple tattoo on his hip?" she asked suddenly.

Elliot looked confused. "What? Yeah, didn't you hear her tell us that?"

"I wasn't exactly paying a lot of attention," Olivia reminded him.

He now remembered that she had been zoned out practically the whole time he'd been talking to Laura. But what was the big deal about a purple tattoo?

"Yeah, Laura said she saw a purple tattoo on his hip," Elliot said.

Olivia picked up the phone and began to dial a number in the file; Laura's number.

"Hello? Laura?"

"Yes?" Laura asked, sounding uncertain.

"It's Detective Benson. You said your rapist had a purple tattoo on his hip?" Olivia blurted quickly through the phone.

"Yes..." Laura confirmed through the phone.

"Do you remember what it was?"

"I already said that I didn't," she snapped.

"Was it a spider, with a spider web?" Olivia asked urgently.

Laura was quiet a minute, thinking. "Actually, yeah, now that I think about it, I did see a spider web," she finally replied. "Wait, did you get the guy who raped me?"

"Yes. Yes, I know who he is. I'm going to get him," Olivia said, determination in her voice.

Elliot stared at her.

Once she hung up, she said, "It's Rob! I've got him! Laura's rapist is Rob! I saw his tattoo when he raped Glori!"

Elliot was shouting in joy on the inside, but on the outside, he just looked happy. "Let's get him."

They found the address for Rob and went to his apartment, only to find that he wasn't there. Olivia's happiness was wiped away as she realized that he may be raping another girl.

"Maybe...maybe Rob will drop off another present for me. If he does, I can get the guards to hold him for me," Olivia said, because sadly, that was the best way they were going to get him right now. They'd searched his whole apartment but had found nothing remotely helpful. The apartment didn't look like it had been lived in very much, anyway. There were a few pudding wrappers on the counter of his kitchen, but all of his dishes were clean, and there weren't any dirty clothes or much trash. He was probably never home. They left the apartment building and headed for Elliot's car.

"Yeah. Not to freak you out or anything, but I've got a feeling he's not finished with you. Look, how about I come and stay on your couch tonight-"

"That's not necessary," Olivia interrupted.

Elliot stared at her. "I think it is, Liv. He's definitely got his eye on you. You should know that better than anyone."

Olivia sighed and looked away, thinking about it for a minute. "All right, fine. But don't fuss at me when your back hurts in the morning."

Elliot chuckled and climbed into the driver's seat. He began to drive to the precinct, glancing at Olivia every few minutes to make sure she was all right. God, he wished he'd known about what had happened to Glori and Olivia so long ago. Poor Glori. Poor Olivia. Neither of them had ever gotten justice. Elliot suddenly felt weird for thinking of Olivia as a victim. But she kind of had been. Not exactly, because she wasn't raped, but...who knew what he may have done to her.

They got to the precinct and, deciding that there was nothing they could do until tomorrow, gathered their things and left for Olivia's apartment. When they arrived, Olivia found a box outside her apartment door. She glanced at Elliot and took it inside.

"Should I open this?" she asked.

"Why not?"

Olivia stared at him in disbelief. "It could be a bomb," she answered.

"I doubt it," Elliot uttered.

"Yeah, I do too, but we need to be careful. If it is, anything might set it off," Olivia pointed out.

Elliot nodded. "So let's be careful. You go hide behind the couch and I'll open the box so that if it blows up we won't both be dead," he said.

Olivia glared at him. "I'm not kidding, El," she said, walking over to her kitchen drawer and pulling out a knife. She approached the cardboard box and began to slowly cut the tape on the edges. She carefully lifted each flap until the box was open. She was more than relieved when she saw that the only thing in the box was a scarf. But the scarf looked familiar. It was green, with white flowers that had been turned red from blood. From Glori's blood. Olivia choked back a sob but huffed out a quick breath as she stared at the scarf.

Elliot rubbed her back gently and put his weight on his hand that was on Olivia's counter. "Glori's?" he guessed.

"Yeah." The way she said yeah, with her mouth kind of hanging open, made it sound like "Eh-Yahh". Poor Olivia. It must have been so hard on her to be looking at her dead friend's scarf. Her dead friend whose rape she'd witnessed.

"Look, we're going to get this guy and put him in jail."

"That doesn't mean anything. Glori will never have justice. One rape isn't going to get him the death penalty he would've gotten if he'd been convicted on Glori's rape and murder," she spat.

Elliot nodded. "But that was a long time ago. At least we'll get him for something. Laura's strong; she'll testify and we can get him good."

Olivia shook her head. "I think I'm going to do something, Elliot. You can probably guess what it is," she began, looking into his eyes. Elliot saw something in Olivia's eyes that he hardly ever saw. Complete, utter darkness. She looked kind of evil. Her eyes, rather than being their normal warm chocolate, were now almost black. "I'm not going to tell you my plans, though, because I don't want to get you in trouble."

Olivia's words ran through Elliot's mind over and over. Was she crazy? She couldn't kill Rob! She'd ruin her career! She could never be a cop again, and then she'd never work with him again, which meant...he'd never see her anymore. That couldn't happen. None of it. Olivia deserved her job more than anyone else in the world. He couldn't let her wreck that.

"No, you can't think like that, Olivia. You can't. Uh-uh, you'll get yourself fired, you won't have your job anymore. You can't do it," he objected.

"Yes I can, and I will," Olivia snapped, storming away to her bedroom.

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