Once forensics had obtained Zexion's rape kit, Elliot and Olivia returned to the precinct, and began to discuss options on Zexion's rapist.
Unable to gather any evidence from a computerized search, the two left to question Zexion's friends, to see if anyone held a grudge.
The first person they talked to was a lawyer named Xigbar. "Do you know anyone who might have held a grudge against Zexion, by any chance?" Elliot asked.
Xigbar glanced up from the case he was studying, "Zexion? Oh, no. Not anyone that isn't in prison. I've always known Zexion to make ends meet in his cases. Wish I were that good." He was penning something on his papers. "Why? Did something happen?"
Olivia sighed, and made sure to make eye contact with the lawyer, "Zexion was raped. A man found him out in an alleyway, behind a dumpster, this morning."
Xigbar removed his glasses, and stared disbelievingly at the detectives. "Dear God…. Zexion, raped. Lexaeus knows, I hope." Receiving a nod, Xigbar ran a hand over his eyes.
"No one would have hurt Zexion?" Elliot questioned, raising an eyebrow. When Xigbar nodded, Olivia and Elliot exchanged glances, then left, looking to question others.
Most everyone came to the same conclusion, until one friend, Saix, engaged to another man, Xemnas, brought up an interesting theory.
"Well, Lexaeus and Zexion have been fighting a little lately. They wouldn't tell me what about, we just supposed it was marital problems." Saix confided, and Xemnas, standing in the kitchen, drinking some evening wine, nodded, and added his opinion.
"I don't think that Lexaeus would do that though, and, Zexion had to hear the man's voice, so he could probably tell you if it was Lexaeus, correct?" He sipped his wine, eyebrows raised.
Saix snorted, and turned back to look at his fiancé, "He wouldn't want to believe that Lexaeus would have done something of the sort. He'd never admit it anyways, he loves Lexaeus too much."
Olivia and Elliot thanked the couple, and left. Stepping into the car that they have driven up in, Elliot spoke, "I guess gay couples fight, too." He grinned.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "It would be too perfect if they didn't."
Taking some coffee in a cafe across from the precinct, Elliot pondered the option of Lexaeus being the rapist, to punish Zexion for the wrong of what they had been fighting about.
Across from him, Olivia, too, was silent, thinking of the friends. Xigbar's statement, "Wish I were that good…." Echoed through her mind.
"Hey Elliot," He looked up at his partner, "What if Xigbar, the lawyer, is the rapist? He envied Zexion's success enough to want to have done something about it, don't you think?"
Elliot sighed, "I guess he could be a suspect, but we don't know anything about him. I still think Lexaeus could have done it. In fact," He stood from the table, "I'm going to ask for his alibi."
Olivia watched through the window as Elliot started his car, and drove away in the direction of their friend's apartment. She sighed and replaced her coat, leaving across the street, and into the precinct.
Elliot knocked on the door of apartment 160, and received a quiet "Hold on, a moment." from Lexaeus.
When the door opened, Elliot noticed that his fellow detective looked a little ruffled. "May I come inside?" He asked.
Lexaeus stepped aside, allowing Elliot to come in. They took seats at the kitchen table, and Elliot came straight out with it.
"Where were you last night, from seven to eight?"
Lexaeus looked up at him disbelievingly, "You're asking for my alibi? You think I would've hurt Zexion like this?" His cool disposition flared up, bubbling his anger and rage.
Elliot snorted, "I can have my suspicions, can't I? Where were you?"
Lexaeus sighed, "I came home around 6:30, and I'm sure the security camera saw me come in, and I didn't come out." He stated firmly.
Elliot relaxed, "I'm sorry, Lexaeus. I guess I'm just a little frustrated by the fact that we have no suspects so far, and that the victim is Zexion." He massaged his temples, grief overwhelming him.
Lexaeus placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder, "Its fine, I can't believe it either."
Elliot frowned, "Do you know anyone who might have done this?"
Lexaeus only shook his head. None of their friends held grudges against them; no one seemed to want to start a fight. There were, most likely, no possibilities, at this point.
~…~
The following morning, Lexaeus passed the precinct, excused from his work for family matters. He was worried about leaving Zexion alone for too long. Zexion was very timid, and easily depressed, as Lexaeus knew far too well, and this wouldn't help his situation.
Passing through the hospital easily with his detective's badge, he found Zexion awake in his room, staring off into space, his eyes red, and face tearstained.
His lover jumped when the door closed; dread crossing his sullen face before realizing that it was Lexaeus who hailed him. "Zexion, are you alright? You've been crying," He wiped the remaining tears from Zexion's face.
Zexion looked away shamefully, embarrassed that another person had found him crying. "Lexaeus, please, leave me alone." He begged.
Lexaeus cupped Zexion's fragile face in his strong hands, "You can't go through this without others' help." He whispered and laid a kiss on his lover's forehead.
Zexion sighed shakily, and withdrew from Lexaeus, mumbling something he couldn't catch.
Lexaeus sat gingerly on the edge of Zexion's bed, pulling him close, to nestle him against his chest. "Zexion… It's alright, we'll figure this out."
Zexion whimpered and pressed himself into Lexaeus' chest, "I want to die, Lexaeus." He breathed, and awaited his lover's response.
Lexaeus was frozen for a few moments, having no idea how to respond to Zexion's heart-wrenching comment. A single tear slipped past his normally dry eyes, falling down his cheek. "No, Zexion… I won't let you." He stood determinedly and left the room, leaving Zexion alone once more.
Outside, a nurse stopped him, "We can release Mr. Prynce, if you would like, sir." She smiled.
He flashed his badge, "No, please, keep him for another while, and under some sort of surveillance."
Without giving the nurse time to respond, he left the hospital, headed toward the precinct.