After the commercials, we're back in the squad room, where Cassidy is leaning on someone's desk, taking a piece of candy from a plastic jack-o-lantern basket. Benson's all, "I can't believe you!" To which Cassidy casually responds, "It's my job to question the hell out of a situation. Recreate how a crime occurred, IF a crime occurred." Cragen tells them there's not enough evidence to suggest nothing happened, which prompts Cassidy to point out that "there's not much evidence at all" as he goes and sits at his own desk. Cragen says it's still an open case, so they need to proceed with the investigation. The fact that the rapist came in the window indicates that they should be looking for a stranger, someone who doesn't have access to the building. Cassidy and Benson tell the Cap'n that there are no fingerprints and no DNA, so he asks for a profile of the guy. Benson tells him, "White, thirtysomething, sandy hair, approximately five-eight." Hold the phone. I'm five-eight. No man my height could be described as tall, or even "tallish." Average, maybe. Short, probably, especially if you're talking to my relatives. Tall, never. Anyway, Stabler says that since the rapist hit Harper on the left side of her face, he's probably right-handed. Cassidy the Skeptic says, "Narrowing our suspect pool down to, what -- eighty percent of the population?" Benson the Annoyed takes a deep breath to keep herself from strangling him and says, "She said he smelled subtle, which means expensive," so our heroes deduce that it's probably not a junkie. The guy took the best jewelry and was careful not to leave any evidence, so he's either been planning or had a lot of experience. Cragen thinks this guy would match other open MOs, unless, as Benson points out, Harper is the first victim of his to report a rape. Cassidy mentions eight robbery-rapes on the Upper West Side, but the Upper West Side guy doesn't talk to his victims. Stabler reminds them, "This guy tried to kiss her, wanted to know if she liked it, said please. I mean, in his fantasy world, he's the perfect gentleman." Hey, what a coincidence -- in my fantasy world, Stabler's my perfect husband! Back on point, Cragen notes that Harper lives at 101 Moore Street, and that there was a Halloween parade going on right under her window. Cassidy's going to check the licenses of all the vendors to see if anyone had any priors. He also mentions that if the guy went up the fire escape, there may be witnesses. Munch will check the pawnshops for the ring. Cragen tells Benson she has to ask Harper about the drugs, and Cassidy hollers from his desk, "Uh, the pot makes me nervous!" Well, dude, that happens to a lot of people. My suggestion is that you quit smoking it. Oh, wait, he means Harper's pot. Benson gets snotty again, saying they're not going to bust Harper on the drugs. Cragen tells her to "canvass the neighbors, talk to the super, and ask about recent break-ins and gentleman loiterers, but first talk to Harper. If she's lying, [Benson will] know." Is Benson psychic? Will there be a Sweeps crossover event with The Others? Then Cragen caps off this little pep talk as he reaches into his Bag O' Cliches and pulls out "gut feeling is your best guide." Whatever.