Benson: ME says the heroin was laced with Fentyanol. That's what killed her. Rollins: Search of the trash nearby didn't turn up her ID or cell phone. Benson: I don't suppose there were any prints? Rollins: Nothing we can use. DNA's not in the system, either. Benson: It's the saddest thing. A dead Jane Doe.
Benson: So how are you liking New York? Sheila: It's interesting. Benson: I'm sure.[phone rings] Excuse me. [into phone] Benson. Okay. I'll be right there. [hangs up] Sheila: Is everything okay? Benson: It's just a work thing. Sheila: Oh. I'd be happy to stay with Noah. Benson: Thanks, but I'm already calling Lucy. Sheila: I understand.