AN: So this is basically You've Got Mail, if you've ever seen that movie. Wrote the beginning kind of a while ago, so it's slow getting in to. But if you know me, it will pick up. Okay even if you don't know me, it will pick up. Set season 8ish. Ignore any flaws with laws… So umm yeah Enjoy!

He wasn't sure how he got here. He had been happily married for 23 years. He's had four children with his wife. Now here he was using match . com. It's not like he's so desperate to find love again, that his only option was internet dating. His brother had suggested it and he'd promised he would give it a try.

Elliot mindlessly scrolled through the matches the website had picked for him. He read the random screen names women had created, trying to find one that was remotely interesting. He looked at their pictures, some of which were obviously photoshopped.

Elliot hadn't uploaded a picture for himself. He didn't know how, first of all, but even if his kids would have done it for him, he couldn't find a decent picture of himself that his ex-wife wasn't in as well.

He sighed. All of these so called "perfect matches" and not a single match. Then he found one without a picture. Her screen name was Liv. Love. Laugh. He wondered if she knew she'd spelled live wrong. He sighed again and clicked on her anyway.

Her profile said she lived in Manhattan. She was close.

His brother's words echoed in his head, "You'll never who's out there unless you take a chance and look."

Elliot drew in a breath and sent her a friend request. Now all he had to do was wait and pray he wasn't rejected.

"What are you doing?"

Elliot clicked out of the website instantly.

"Just checking my e-mail," Elliot lied.

"Sure," Olivia laughed. "Go with that."

"I was."

"I believe you."

"No, you don't."

"I do, but moving on. A case came in, let's go."

Elliot put on his jacket and grabbed his keys.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Mercy Hospital. Eleven-year-old girl."

Elliot groaned. "Great. Let's go."

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"Melanie these detectives have some questions for you."

The girl groaned in response.

"Sweetie, do you know who did this to you?" Olivia asked, gently.

"I wasn't raped," Melanie said.

"I saw Jake coming out of your room," the mom protested. "And you wound up with a black eye."

"It was an accident! He didn't mean to do it."

"But the doctor said she found fluids."

"Because we had sex."

"She's bipolar!"

"No, I'm not! Will you give that up already?"

Elliot and Olivia exchanged a look.

"How old are you?" Elliot asked.

"Eleven," Melanie replied.

"How old is Jake?" Olivia asked.

"Seventeen."

"It's not statutory," Elliot mumbled.

"How do you know Jake?" Olivia wanted to know.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? He's too old for you! Stop covering up for him," the mother insisted.

"How did you two meet?" Olivia asked, ignoring the mom.

"He's my neighbor," Melanie shrugged.

"Did you two have sex?" Elliot asked.

"Yes. I already told you that."

"Did he tell you to say that?" Olivia asked.

"No! We're in love!"

"You're eleven!" the mom pointed out.

"So? It happens! Look at Romeo and Juliet. He was older than her and they were both young," Melanie protested.

"They were fictional characters created by a man who liked faeries!" the mom argued.

"I'm sorry, but unless she says something happened, we can't charge Jake with rape," Olivia apologized.

"But he's six years older," the mom stated.

"He's still considered a minor so it's not statutory," Elliot told her.

"When he's eighteen, I'm re-reporting this."

With that, the mother stormed out of the room.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Olivia asked.

"I'm fine," Melanie sighed. "Really."

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Olivia sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Something wrong, Liv?" Casey asked.

"Eleven-year-olds having sex. What is the world coming to?"

"No one said life was perfect."

"Far from it."

"Have you checked your internet love site yet?" Casey teased.

"No. I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Hey do you want kids or not? I mean it's not like you have time to actually date."

Olivia groaned.

"Come on Liv, just check your matches," Casey prompted.

Olivia glared at her before reluctantly logging on to match . com.

"New request? What does that mean?"

"Let me see," Casey said, coming around behind her. "King of Queens wants to be your friend. Aww…click on him."

Olivia sighed and did so.

"Wow he's from Queens, imagine that," Olivia mumbled.

"Message him. See if he's online," Casey suggested.

"No! I… Ah! He messaged me. What do I do?"

"Reply silly. It's not that hard."

King_of_Queens: Umm…Hi.

Olivia responded with "hi."

King_of_Queens: I'm sorry I've never done this before. My brother talked me into this.

Olivia smiled and typed: Neither have I. My friend forced me into this. She thinks I'm desperate.

"Don't tell him that!" Casey exclaimed.

Olivia ignored her comment as his reply popped up.

King_of_Queens: Yeah my brother thinks that about me too. Just because I'm divorced, he thinks I need to "get back in the saddle" or something. You ever been married?

"You ever been married?" Casey read. "That's a sign."

"What kind of sign?" Olivia asked.

"Well…" Casey started off on some explanation, but Olivia tuned her out.

She typed: No. I was engaged once, but that was a mistake.

"If he says 'how so', forget about him. He's too pushy," Casey instructed.

Olivia made a mental note not to let Casey read her private messages anymore.

King_of_Queens: That's too bad.

"Okay," Casey started. "He passes…for now…"