Jane and Olivia looked through the one- way glass at their suspect. Jack Lincoln was a young looking man, no older than twenty five, with flat brown hair and a nose as crooked as his teeth. Lincoln stared right at them, his dull mud eyes boring right into their soul, even though they were invisible to him.

"You can't go in there you know that right?" Jane looked at her fellow detective, a hollow look in her eyes. She was right of course. If they were to convict Jack Lincoln for the murder of both couples and the kidnapping of a cop's wife and daughter, her daughter, then she should not be part of the interrogation, as she was already stretching the boundaries of her involvement in the investigation.

"I know I know, it's your show," Olivia smiled softly at her, patting her friend on the arm. "Hey Liv," Olivia turned, one hand on the nob leading into interrogation, to her friend who gave her a famous Rizzoli smirk. "Nail him for me," Olivia nodded and headed into interrogation.

In a room no larger than the average classroom, Detective Olivia Benson an NYPD cop for the last twelve years, was in a room alone with the prime suspect of four gruesome of women much like herself. For her it was personal, on a level she did not think was possible. Olivia carelessly tossed the manila folder in her hand onto the table, purposely causing the photos to fan out but not out of the folder.

"Finally, you people have some nerve dragging me out of my home in the middle of the night with no warning who the fuck do you think you are?" Jack Lincoln snarled at the brunet detective, straining against his restraints, agitating his already irritated wrist.

"We need to ask you some important questions Mr. Lincoln," Olivia calmly stood next to the one-way mirror.

"And it couldn't wait until the morning because..."

"The time sensitivity of the case," Olivia took out the picture of Katherine Hogan. "Tell me how you know Katherine hogan?" Lincoln squinted his eyes leaning forward to get a closer look at the picture.

"She was a nurse at the hospital that the program sent me to."

"Did you know her well?"

"Not really. Some times I would shadow her along with another intern but either than that I didn't see her much."

"Jason Miles says differently. He says he's seen you harass Katherine Hogan."

"He mistaken something e saw."

"What is to mistake? You griped Katherine Hogan's arm so tight a bruise formed a few hours later. He heard you yell that she would regret it if she ignored you."

"It's not what your making it sound."

"It sounds to me that you found out that Katherine Hogan was a lesbian and she wouldn't give you the time of day. She rejected you Jack."

"No your wrong-"

"She made you look like an idiot. Did she lead on? Make you think that you had a chance?"

"I was only trying-"

"Trying to what? Get her to bed. Make her see what she is missing on the other side. The right side-"

"I was trying to save her!" Jack leaped up from his seat but his restraints and gravity pulled him back down landing hard on the metal chair.

"Save her from what Jack?"

"From one of the other interns."

"Which one?" Jack shook his head.

"I don't remember his name but he watched Katherine like a lion just ready to pounce. Katherine didn't hid the fact that she was gay and no one had a problem with it, but he," Lincoln wiped the side of his face on his shirt sleeve. "He asked so many questions about her life. What did her girlfriend look like? What was she like? How many kids? His eyes will light up brighter every time she answered a question.

"I saw him one time in the ER when we observed an operation and he started to breath more heavily. He volunteered to clean the instruments after and I watched him as he smelled the blood on the scalpel. He..."

"He did what Jack?" Olivia's voice softened, encouraging her suspect to keep going.

"He moaned and said he couldn't wait until he was the one who was wielding the scalpel, spilling blood. He called it 'revenge of the surgeon'." Olivia's eyes widened and she turned around to look at the one-way.

Behind the one-way Jane's blood ran cold. Revenge of the Surgeon that statement proved one thing the Jane feared the most.

Even in death Hoyt stil lived on.