Elliot looked up at the ceiling and to his left and right as though the way to say the answer lie in those directions. He clenched his fists and thought about the many ways he would kill Porter. He knew Porter was a rat from the start, he never had Olivia's best interest in mind.
"Olivia, they discovered a tattoo on the hand of the shooter..." Olivia cut Elliot off.
"Great, so just print the tattoo off and show it around to local parlors then..." Elliot stopped her short.
"It's a tattoo of a bald eagle," he said plainly and watched the horror spread across her face.
"Dean's out of jail?" she asked, a drop of terror in her voice.
"Good behavior got him 7 years," Elliot explained. "That makes him 42 years old," Elliot finished.
Olivia ran out of the room and into the squad room. Munch already had all of Dean's case files on his desk, Fin was talking to the director of the FBI and Cragen was speaking with Dean's correction officer on the phone. Everyone already knew. Everyone looked up from what they were doing and when they saw Olivia they stopped.
"Just when were you planning on tell me? After you caught him?" Olivia exclaimed.
Elliot jogged up behind her and tried to reason with her. "Liv..." he began.
"Don't Liv me, you bastard. How long have you known?" she shouted at him.
"Wait a minute! I found out the same time you did!" Elliot shouted back.
"Hey, hey! We keep it civil around here! Olivia take 30 in the crib and Stabler help Munch with the case files!" Cragen ordered.
Olivia stormed off and Elliot sat took half of the casefiles off of Munch's desks. Casey ran in the precinct, doubled over breathing hard waving a piece of paper.
"Warrant for Porter's house, go search!" she said in a shaky voice, out of breath.
Elliot took the warrant out of her hand and motioned for Fin and Munch to follow. "May I ask why you are so tired?" Elliot wondered.
Casey shot him a terrifying look. "I ran all the way from work to Judge Donelly's house to here, I have grounds to be tired.. NOW GO!" she said and the three detectives raced out of the door.
Elliot sped on the highway and then he began doing 90 in a 65 zone. "Elliot, ease up, we got time," Fin said, trying to calm him down.
"Fin, Deans leaves for work at 7:00 am, it's now 6:50.. we don't have ANY time to waste," Elliot said, swinging into Dean's driveway.
The grass was freshly cut,he had many statues of angels on his lawn and a water fountain in the center. Munch let out a low whistle when he saw the sight.
"I should've become a fed," Munch joked and followed Elliot and Fin to the front steps of the two story house.
Elliot banged on the door and Dean opened. "To what do I owe the honor of having the NYPD on my door step?" Dean was tying his necktie. Elliot grabbed him by his necktie and pulled him closer to him.
"Don't screw with me Porter," Elliot threatened.
"Fin and Munch, do you see this police brutality?" Dean asked with complete seriousness.
"Nope," they both responded in unison.
"Look I'm sorry about Noah, I really am.." Dean began.
"He's Anthony to you," Elliot corrected.
"Anthony. But I don't have any information or any relations to the shooting, so you can leave my property," Dean advised.
"Warrant to search the house and seize computers," Elliot said, pushing the warrant to Dean's chest. Fin pushed Dean aside and the three detectives walked into the house.
"Fin check the living room, John get the bedrooms and computers," Elliot ordered. "I'm gonna talk to the federal rat," Elliot grinned.
John and Fin went to search the respective areas and Elliot stayed downstairs with Dean. "Sit," Elliot commanded.
Dean rolled his eyes and looked back at Elliot.
"I'll stand," Dean said.
Elliot had enough, he put both hands on Dean's shoulders and threw him onto the couch.
"I know it was you, now I just need a confession. And I'll beat it out of you if I have to," Elliot was growing impatient.
"Nothing in the bedrooms," John came out with Dean's Macbook Pro.
"Nothing in the living room," Fin came out empty handed.
Dean laughed in Elliot's face and put a hand on his shoulder. "You know nothing," Dean patted his shoulder and left for work.