Every time I see the Law and Order: Special Victims Unit episode "Prodigy," where one character says that Harry Baker could either be a evil or brilliant. For some reason, this has always reminded me of Goren and the episode of Criminal Intent where the viewers are introduced to Declan, Goren's mentor.

So, this is a cross-over (of sorts) between Criminal Intent and SVU, based on Harry Baker's life as a younger version of Goren.

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Her johns had always been in the other room, and the sounds of their sex had travelled through a thin curtain of beads to a young son she didn't seem to care about. When she wasn't busy selling herself for a dime, she was too drunk to notice him.

He remembered from his serial killer encyclopedias that absent mothers, emotionally abusive households, were starting points for future killers. That was if you believed the whole nurture side in the classic debate. Harry was all for nature. The philosophical idea that some people are just born evil. He believed that up until the point he started his research for his doctorate.

Serial killers had always been Harry's interest. With clinical detachment he had done terrible things as a child, just to try and force himself into being one. His mother had always said that Harry was special, and Harry thought that men who killed without thought were special. They were the most interesting of all people, able to be chameleons in their own skin. The BTK killer had so successfully blended in to society that he was a deacon in his own church. Serial murderers were invisible when they wanted to be, and legends later. The Zodiac killer with his still mystical status. Dahmer would never be forgotten.

Years of play acting had reduced him to the truth. Harry didn't have the stomach for the profession. The surgical precision with which he attacked animals was more clinical than sinister. He didn't even allow them to suffer after the cat. Just dead and preserved. There were animal manufacturers who killed with more gusto.

Television had prepared him well.

Harry had excelled in school, silently climbing his way until he crawled into college. Teachers noticed him, thought he had remarkable intelligence when he set his mind to it, but decided that there was something incredibly dark about the young man. College admissions counselors were worried about him after interviews but couldn't deny his test scores and GPA.



At first, he had plans to become a doctor, pursue a career in which he could exercise his unique capabilities. He had to get out of the rut he had placed himself in, and staying as far away from his past obsessions seemed the best way out. Being a doctor meant you helped people live.

Besides, he enjoyed knowledge, even though his stash of criminology books had long since been buried under a pile of childhood "toys" and dust. Psychology excited him, so he focused on those courses, intent on one day going to work in a hospital and helping people, hoping to atone for the crimes of his youth.

He still remembered when that animal control officer had died. The detective, Stabler, had threatened to follow him for the rest of his life, sure that Harry would one day kill. Stabler still checked in every few months, at least once a year, sure that the doctor idea was simply a cover for a more sinister hobby. Harry wasn't used to having someone with so little faith in him, but he could appreciate the sentiment. His mother had complete faith in him. Her Harry could do anything. He was amazing, intelligent and beautiful.

His career was laid out in front of him. He was sure of it. Then he met Declan Gage, a professor at his university, hanging around waiting for the next serial killer to strike to add to his extensive research. Harry had read some of his work before, with his amazing insights into the criminal mind, even the mind of his own daughter. Even if Harry didn't show the drive, Gage thought he might have the next Robert Goren on his hands.