I don't own Oz or Law and Order SVU or any of the characters.

This is my first crossover fanfiction. I'm not really sure how this is going to go. If no one likes it I'll let it die. But I hope you do. I don't watch a lot of SVU so if I get things wrong I'm sorry. I just loved Keller and Toby together, this is as close as I can get because, Keller was a psycho.

Tobias heard Maureen laughed along with his children. She had been a godsend. They had met her a few weeks ago and she gelled well with them. He had hired her as a nanny, much to his children's disgust. That was until they met her. After that it was kismet. Holly loved having another girl in the house, Harry had a bit of a crush on her and Matthew loved to pull her hair.

When he had gotten out of Oz he didn't expect to be hit with a paternity suit soon after. Leda had been a one-night stand, he wanted to prove Oz didn't break him. The sex was boring, but anyone following Chris Keller would be.

That was another story, what was he going to do about Chris. He knew the man tried to set him up, he'd been lucky to have an appendicitis before the pickup was scheduled. When he was better he went to apologize to Bonnie. She had told him it was all a set up. Keller tried to screw him again. He hadn't been back to see him. Bonnie promised to let him know the gig was up. The only problem now was he was still madly in love with Chris. But his family meant more.

There was Holly's teacher he had been dating until he was hit with the paternity suit. Marianne had walked away and never looked back. Nichole, Matthew's mother didn't want to be a mother. Once she brought up money, he knew the score. She didn't want Matthew but she would keep him and rake in the child support. So they, through both of their lawyer's worked out a settlement.

She gave up all rights to Matthew and she would be compensated. It sounded too much like he bought his son, and that didn't sit well with him. But he couldn't ever give Matthew up, no matter what.

"Mr. Beecher," Maureen said, walking into the kitchen.

"I told you to call me Toby," he chided lightly. "What can I do for you?"

"I-uh-nevermind."

"No, go ahead, ask away."

"Well, I know how much Holly, Harry and Matty love to play in the pool. I was wondering if one day my brother and sisters could join us. They all know how to swim and my sister, Kathleen, would be there to take care of them. The kids will always be in my sight," she pleaded.

She really wanted her siblings to have fun in the fancy indoor pool in the condo building.

"Slow down, Maureen. That's fine with me. But first you should invite your parents over for dinner, that way they'll be comfortable with having their minor children over. You said you father is a detective, he might not like his children hanging out at an ex-con's place. I'm sure you haven't told him where you are working and living."

"That's not true, I told my mom. I just haven't seen my dad since getting the job. He's always at work and now they're getting divorced."

Leaning over the kitchen island he patted her hand. "I'm sorry. It must be rough, but before I give permission it has to be okay with both of them. "

With her free hand, she ran it through her hair." I know. When?"

"Find out what night is good for your father and we'll go from there."

Just at that moment Matthew started crying in his bassinet in the living room.

"I'll get him, you're off duty. Go do your homework."

"It's like being at home," she muttered before going to her room.

Grinning he walked into the living room. Holly was on the computer; playing some game he didn't understand. Harry was laying on the couch with several comic books surrounding him, one in his hands.

"I never read comics, maybe you could pick one out that I'd like," Toby said, picking Matthew up. The two-month old settled right away.

"Dad, they're graphic novels," Harry said, looking at Toby over this graphic novel.

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend," he said, smiling. His relationship with both kids had grown leaps and bounds over the last year. He finally felt like their father again.

Looking around his heart filled. It had taken a year to get to this point. First, he had to prove he was ready to care for his children. Convincing his mother was much easier than Gen's parents. Then everything with Matthew happened. It was a while before it settled down. He had only bought the Condo a month ago.

He had inherited his father's law firm. Now that he was running the firm it was easy to maneuver around having been disbarred. After his parole was complete he could try and get back into bar association. But until then he would make sure the firm would continue to be something his father would be proud of. Though he personally was also working with convicts to help them out.

Sitting in the dark wood rocker, he started to hum the baby to sleep. This was something he had missed when the Gary and Holly were babies, he was too busy at work. With Harry he was already in trouble with the law. He was going to do things right this time. There was no way to make up for what he had done, but he could make their lives best as possible. Gary, Gen and his father were gone because of him, he didn't want any more deaths because of him. Kathy Rockwell and half of his family was enough. Everything that happened in prison he tried to tell himself that was survival, but he knew better. It was plain old revenge.


The day he had been awful. Catching a pedophile was great but looking over his stash of homemade videos, sickened him. All he wanted to do was pass out in his miniscule apartment. He groaned when his phone started to ring.

"Stabler," he barked.

"Hi Dad, bad time?" Maureen asked.

"Oh, no. I just got home, perfect timing," he said flopping down on his futon bed.

"I was wondering if I could meet you for lunch tomorrow?" Her voice was hesitant, and that tore him up.

"Sure, hon. Calhoun's? At noon?"

"How about a more family friendly place?" Again, there was the hesitancy.

"Okay, how about Donatello's, with kids in school it shouldn't be too crowded."

"That sounds great. I got to go, see you tomorrow."

"I love you. See you tomorrow."

"Love you too."

Worry filled him at the thought of what she was going to tell him. All he heard from Kathleen was anger. Longing and sadness from the twins, but with Maureen it was almost always radio silence. What if she was quitting school? Or getting married? Or running off to Hollywood to be a star?

He needed a drink. Getting up he shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed the cheap bottle of whiskey he kept on top of the fridge. Pouring himself three fingers before recapping it. Throwing back the drink he let the taste remind him why he bought it. If it was any better he would drink the whole bottle, but this stuff could take wallpaper off.

Getting to sleep that night was harder than he expected, but eventually he succeeded.


Maureen dressed Matty an adorable baby outfit. Little overalls over his bright yellow onesie. He was also wearing blue cloth shoes, hopefully he wouldn't kick them off.

It was beautiful late spring weather, and he was ready to make his grand entrance to his adoring public. Mr. Beecher gave her permission to take Matty out to meet her dad for lunch. It showed her how much the man trusted her with his children, and she swore never to break that trust.

Mr. Beecher let her borrow his car to take Matty out. He still couldn't drive because it being a stipulation of his parole. But his brother had purchased it for her to use, she and Angus were the only ones to have keys to it.

Finding a parking spot was always a chore but she lucked out and got one close to the restaurant. She wasn't surprised when she beat her dad there. With the diaper bag slung over her left shoulder and carrying the baby carrier, with Matty sleeping soundly inside. The host took her back to a booth far out of the way. She slid the carrier into the booth close to the wall. He was facing her and sill in dreamland. She tossed the diaper bag against the wall on the opposite side, then sat down. Grabbing a menu, she started to thumb through it.

Elliot growled as he parked his car, two blocks away. Cursing, he deposited money in his meter, and headed for the restaurant. Just as he was almost in front he saw a meter reader writing a ticket on a brand new Benz. It looked like some rich asshole thought traffic enforcement didn't ably to him. He withheld a laugh when the reader slapped in a big orange tow sticker on their back windshield. Somebody was going to have a crappy lunch hour. But really how could they miss the big tow-away sign.

Entering the small family restaurant, he looked for a familiar blonde head. He found her just as the host noticed him, nodding to the host he made his way over to the booth. As he was closing in, a wail from a small infant filled the dining area.

He gaped as he watched Maureen pull a small baby in blue overalls to her. The baby was having none of the soothing noises she made.

"Maureen?"

Blue eyes blinked owlishly at him. It seemed this wasn't what she planned.

"Dad, how is your day so far?" she asked, running her hand up and down the baby's back.

"Here, give him to me," he said, reaching out for the baby. Elliot put him against his chest and lightly bounced. The baby settled and sniffled in his ear. Instead of handing the baby back, he sat with him still against his chest.

"I hope there's a good explanation here."

"Well, I got a job two weeks ago. I'm a nanny for a widower. He has three children, that is his youngest Matty."

"What about school?"

"Well, I already finished for this year. When classes start to back up, Mr. Beecher said he'd work with me. By then Matty will be old enough to go to the daycare in his father's work. This is an amazing job opportunity, Dad. I have free room and board, plus a good sized paycheck. Not only that when I have the kids, I get to drive a brand new Mercedes Benz."

Elliot's gut dropped. "Hon, what did you drive here today?"

"Mr. Beecher's car. It's so nice Dad, I'll show it to you after lunch."

Elliot stood suddenly, jostling the baby against his chest. Quickly he headed outside. 'Too late,' he thought as he watched the Benz turn the corner attached to the back of a tow truck.

"NO!" Maureen screamed.

"We'll get it sorted, don't worry." Looks like lunch isn't going to be happening, he'd spend most of it at the impound yard. The baby wiggled in his arms.

"No, I'll call Angus, Mr. Beecher's brother. It's his car, I don't want you to have to pull any favors for me. I didn't notice the sign."

"Why's your boss' brother?" he asked curiously.

"The car was bought by Angus, Tobias can't drive or purchase a car until he has completed parole," she said, rushing her words.

Parole? That word bounced around in his head until he was ready to explode.

"You are not going to work for an ex-con, that's finale."

"You're not being fair; you don't even know what he was convicted of."

"I don't need to know," he growled. The baby started to whimper at his tone.

"Dad, Mr. Beecher and the kids need me." She reached for the baby, and he handed him over. It was a shame; the kids were going to pay for their father being a con.

"I'm sure he does. What ex-con wouldn't want a twenty-year old college girl living in his home, at his bidding.

"Eww, Dad. Mr. Beecher is like thirty-seven. Now Angus, he is twenty-nine and so sweet," she gusted. He could just see the dreamy-eyed school girl she had been once upon a time again.

"No," he snapped. No convicts' brother either.

"Angus is a complete gentleman."

"I'm sure, what does Angus do for a living?"

"Umm..."

"You don't know?" he asked, incredulous.

"I know what he does, same as most of his family. He's a lawyer.

"Lawyer? That's almost as bad as a con. No, absolutely not."

The baby started to cry again, this time it was really loud. "He's hungry. I need to go back in and feed him. We might as well eat too. I'll call Angus inside."

Grumbling he followed her back into the restaurant. They quickly ordered and she fed the baby. Her call to this Angus guy was quick. She said he was going to be coming over.

"I need to use the restroom. Could you hold Matty for me?" she asked after they ate lunch.

"Sure." He took the baby into his arms, it was really a cute kid. A tufted of blonde hair on his little head. He was smiling and looking intently at him. Elliot knew it was because his was a new face. The baby could really see him very well; he was still fuzzy to him but could make out that this was a new person. He had heard that a baby could pick their mother's faces out even if the facial figures were in different places.

"Chris?" a horrified male voice asked.

Looking up Elliot saw two men. Both blonde but the taller one had light blonde hair while the shorter man had darker blonde. They were both staring at him. The taller one was looking at him like he was the devil, the shorter looked torn between hope and fear.

Standing up, still holding onto Matthew. "You must be the Beecher brothers. I'm Maureen's father, Elliot Stabler." He didn't try to shake their hand.

"Toby? What the hell is going on?" the taller, younger one asked.

"I don't know. This can't be real. This isn't Chris, I know that for a fact. But I don't understand why he's wearing Chris' face."

"Umm… Hello, I'm right here. Could you let me in on what's going on?"

He watched as the shorter one reached in his back pocket. After all the years in law enforcement he tensed up until the man pulled out a wallet. Opening it up, he pulled out a small picture. Turning it towards Elliot, he finally saw that they did. He was looking at a small picture; it was the shorter man in the arms of Elliot's doppelganger. The doppelganger had his lips pressed to the other man's cheek. They looked so happy together.

"I don't understand," he said.

"This is Chris Keller, he's a prisoner at Oswald State Correctional Facility."

"I don't know a Chris Keller," he said dumbly. Apparently, he had a non-related twin. That was just insane, especially because this guy was a convict in a maximum security prison.

"Toby, get the baby and his stuff. Let's get the hell out of here. I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone."

"What about Maureen?"

"This is her father, I'm sure we can trust him with her."

Tobias Beecher laughed but it sounded bitter. "Yeah, right. Our dad could be trusted but the prison systems wouldn't be filled as much as they are if every father was so trustworthy. Fucked up dads' cause fucked up kids, it's a cycle. I was in with a man whose father and grandfather were both in that place. The grandfather didn't know the father, the father never got to know the son. It's an endless cycle."

"At least the son didn't have a kid," the younger guy said.

"Just because his baby died soon after birth." He looked back at Elliot. "Can I have my son?"

Instead of it sounding like a demand, as he would think a lawyer would say; it sounded like a plea. The man knew the system that was sure, he knew if Elliot wanted he would probably be back in prison by tonight.

Elliot handed the baby over to his father. He didn't like the feeling of loss. It had been a long time since his were babies.

"I'll take care of Maureen. You just worry about your car and what-not."

"I told Maureen to invite you and her mother over for dinner sometime. I want you to know that I would never hurt her. Look at my sheet, I'm not a predatory felon."

"Tobias of course you aren't," the brother said.

"Angus, if it were the kids you'd be like this too, just let it go. I deserve suspicion."

That through Elliot for a loop, he didn't expect a con to talk like that. "I'll talk to Maureen and her mother."

"Hey, no bloodshed," Maureen said coming to stand beside her father.

"I'm going to drop you off at home before I head back to work."

"I can't. I have the littles to get."

"I'll get Holly and Harry. Toby is taking Matty home."

"Yes, spend the night with your family. Whatever you decide will be okay. I can go back to the agency." He sounded like that idea didn't appeal to him.

"They said no because you were in prison though," Maureen said.

"It's okay, you do what is good for you and your family," Toby said. "Tomorrow Angus will get the car out of impound."

"That's going to be fun." He turned to Maureen. "Really a tow-away zone?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Maureen blushed. "I didn't see it."

"Okay, bye," Elliot said, stopping the flirting. This was a really bad day.