I'm back! You wouldn't believe the luck I have had trying to get internet service. Then when I did my computer, along with the stories on it, totally died. A new computer, new internet service and 3 weeks later here it is. So I have re-written this for anyone who has the patience of a saint and has waited. I've got the next chapter ready so let me know if there is anyone left to read it!

By nine o'clock that evening the Detectives were ready to give up for another day. Just like the previous two victims, Wallace Cabot had a spotless record. Not so much as a parking ticket, which considering he'd lived in New York his entire live was quite an achievement. They hadn't gotten much from the wife other than he was a good honest family man who didn't have any enemies that she was aware of. That's what they all said. He might not look so spotless once the SVU had finished with him.

"Olivia, I'm going to head out now. I don't think I can stand reading anymore of Wallace's riches to even more riches story. I know he's the victim here but I can only take so much of this guy." He shoved a stack of newspaper articles and statements from employees into a folder for dramatic effect. "No one can be this much of a golden boy."

Olivia silently nodded her agreement, but felt the need to tease him a little. "Not jealous are we El?"

"What's to be jealous of? Yeah he might have been this rich New York socialite but he still ended up with his manhood blown off in the middle of Central Park. I'm going home to spend a little time with Kathy and the kids. Maybe you should think about doing the same." Elliot said as he pushed some papers into a file and grabbed his jacket.

"You want me to go spend time with your wife and kids? No thanks El, too much of a crowd with your twelve children."

"You know partner that gets funnier every night." He grabbed his car keys from his desk and began to leave. "If you're going to stay here all night again, how about coming up with some new material partner? Actually why don't you go talk to our illusive ADA. You can make your googly eyes at her in her workplace instead of ours."

Olivia was about to protest but she couldn't quite get her mouth out of the 'oh' shape it was currently making. "And don't even try denying it Benson. You and your lady crush have a pleasant evening now." And with that Detective Stabler was out of the squad room and on his way home to his family, leaving Olivia to dwell on the case and how she was going to keep Alex out of it as much as humanly possible.

An hour later Olivia collected some more coffee, which was now more like tar, and began to think of anything to link these men together. Each one had a perfectly clean record, didn't socialize in the same circles, didn't even have a membership to the same gym. As the hours ticked by slowly Olivia started to wish she was in a cop show where this entire mess could have been over and done with in under an hour. She glanced at her watch and saw it was after midnight, causing a frustrated grumble to escape.

Come on, come on. One of you guys has to have something in your past. People don't just go around blowing guy's equipment off for no reason. There has to be something that links the three of you together.

After taking a look back through all previous employers with no success she tried a last ditch attempt at any kind of link by searching through all previous addresses to possibly link them to the same block, hell she would settle for the same area code at the minute. While that proved to be unsuccessful, she did come across something that posed a tenuous link between the three. Some of the previous addresses had shown up disturbance calls with no follow up and while there was no mention of any of the deceased's names on the reports, they did fit within the time scales of each of their time's spent living there.

Of course, their names were never on any report so it wouldn't show up on their much for leaving Cabot out of this, eh? She's the only one I can even consider bothering at this time of night. Morning. Whatever it is.

She did a date check into any medical records around that time and found what she needed. She sent the documents to the geriatric printer that was busy looking sorry for itself in the corner. Olivia printed the responding officer's report from Cabot's previous address and waited not quite so patiently for the prehistoric printer to finally finish the three documents. She knew they were in a recession but she could have written the damn thing out quicker than this machine was going. After a quick call to the DA's office to verify that ADA Cabot was still in her office, Olivia collected her files and headed out under the pretense of dropping some overdue paperwork to the attorney. There was no way she was getting any of those files any time soon. Not until this case was over at least.

Maybe she won't be so quick to get me out of my paperwork duties next time she thought wryly.

By the time she got to the A.D.A.'s office it was nearing one a.m. and Olivia felt a little worse for wear after the day she had had. She paused at the door for a moment, straightening her shirt unconsiously and worrying that she was going to hear something that she really didn't want to once she got inside.

Suck it up Benson, Alex is probably going to feel a lot more unconfortable than you are. This is her personal life after all. Oh, and you lied to her about why you are here so you're already losing points. Stop talking to yourself and just get in there and get it over with.

She knocked gently and poked her head around the door sheepishly.

"I wondered how long you were going to stand out there Detective." A puzzled look crossed Olivia's face. "I could see your shadow under the door and can only assume that you are nervous about whatever brought you here."

"Yup, you got it in one." Olivia forced herself to step inside and glanced around the room in the same way she had been doing for years. Observation was a good skill to have and right now it was telling her that Alex still looked as calm and collected as she had when she has breezed into the squadroom this morning with the intention of handing Olivia's ass to her. Nothing in her expression gave the idea that she was tense, but her hand was giving away the truth as the Detective noticed the gentle but rapid drumming of the attorney's fingers on her desk. Alex caught the glance and immediately stopped.

"You're not here to bring my paperwork are you?" She received a nod of confirmation. "So I guess you have ran out of all avenues of investigation and have come to question me about Wallace Cabot?"

"You got it again." Olivia finally made her way over to the desk and sat down opposite Alex. "I know this isn't an ideal situation but…"

"To be honest I was expecting you a lot earlier than this. I thought Stabler would have had you over here before lunch after what I told you. I'm surprised he has let you do this alone considering the run-ins we've had in the past." She said, refering to the quite public disagreements they had had over the degree of evidence needed to get a warrant.

"You were new to the squad, that was just growing pains. And for the record I haven't told Elliot or anyone else what you said to me this morning." Olivia received a puzzled look. "Well obviously I said that you had given me an I.D. but that's it. I didn't want to drag you into something that you didn't need to be in."

"But? I sense a 'but' coming on. You wouldn't be here at this ridiculous time if you had managed to find anything else. So I'm the last gasp attempt at info? Couldn't find anything on old spotless superman Cabot? " The resentment in her tone did not go unnoticed by the Detetive. "I thought out of everyone you would be able to find something, you are the best Detective I know." A disheartened look passed over her face and she threw the Olivia a weak smile that didn't quite reach eyes.

"I did find something. That's the problem. I just need you to tell me what it means." She sighed as she threw the report onto the desk in front of Alex.

Olivia saw the look of confusion cross Alex's face, which was quickly followed by panic as the realisation dawned on her. The Detective followed the woman's fingers as they gently passed over the dates on each document.

"Oh." Was all the attorney could get out.

"Yeah." Olivia kept her eyes on the moving fingers, unwilling to look at Alex in fear of seeing something she didn't want to.

"At least I was right. You are a good Detective." She was shaking her head gently with a pained smile on her face. "Maybe a little too good."