AN: I do not own anything
One fine August morning, twenty-eight year old Olivia Benson walked through the hall of her and her mother's apartment, dressed early for work. She had gotten up early, and prepped herself for the first meeting of her fellow detectives. She had worn her short brown hair down, where it hit just above her shoulder line and then went to look in the mirror one last time. She wore a gray suit and loved the way that she looked, so powerful and strong. She hoped that her nervous demeanor would not show to her fellow detectives, but the calm and cool and collected side. She knew it was a right career move for her to be going through this change because for the first time in forever, this felt right. She felt like she could be a great detective in the Special Victims Unit. She had read all about their cases and what they did for the victims and loved every minute of it. She knew that this was her future. The only thing standing in her way was her mother. She had forewarned Olivia that if she went to work with the sex detectives that something bad was going to happen, and her mother just wasn't going to let that happen. She had once told Olivia the true reason, through her tears, of why she didn't want Olivia in there. Serena Benson, Olivia's mother was a rape victim herself and she was the product of that rape. But Olivia had seen the horrors that this man had put her through shine that ugly head time and time again, when all Olivia had to do was walk in the room and Serena would have a drunken fit, and hit and abuse her. It was a terrible place to live in, but for the time being Olivia didn't have the funds to get out. This was her chance to do so. Olivia sighed and walked through the hall to the living room to leave the apartment, hopefully not to be caught by her mother but it was not successful. "Where do you think you're going?!" Olivia's mother yelled from the kitchen table. Olivia turned and saw her mother as always now,with a glass of whiskey in her hand and the bottle heavy in the other. "Mom, I am going to work!", Olivia said, hopefully getting through to her mother.
"No, you're not!", Serena bellowed and walked over to where Olivia stood, ripped her coat off and smacked her, hard. Olivia stood there holding her face, and then decided to just take it. She let her mother do this because this was her life and welcome to it. She hated her mother hitting her. "Mom, let me go! I have to get going!", Olivia screamed. "No, that's where you are wrong. I changed my mind. You are not working there! They incriminate sex offenders! Do you want to be labeled as that?"
"I don't care what I am labeled as long as I help the victims and get the rapist off the streets. It's my job. I hate what he's done to you. He's made you this way.", Olivia screamed and that did it. Serena threw the glass down and punched Olivia until she had bruises on her face. "Now go clean up, and stay in your room.", Serena bellowed and walked to pick out another glass, grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured herself another glass. Olivia looked at her with a bit of sympathy and walked back to her room and cried. She cried for her mother and cried for herself. Then, she did the only thing to get out of there she could think of, which was go to the bathroom, clean up the wounds, cover the bruises and hop out on to the window ledge, and go down the fire-escape. When Olivia was safe, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to her new job, hoping that she would not have to explain the bruises. Getting to the precinct, Olivia walked in with confidence, and saw three detectives in the squad room. She then saw another door that led to an office but didn't know if she should go there or not. "I am looking for a Captain Cragen?", Olivia stated, looking at the card that he had given her with the information. A talk, lanky, gray haired man with glasses stood up and smiled. "I am Detective John Munch, is there anything I can do?", Olivia shook his hand and then replied. "I am Olivia Benson, this is my first day here.", Olivia stated proudly. "Well, check in with the captain in that office there and then we will introduce you to the team. Quite a step for you, isn't it?"
"Nah, I am going to be fine. Thanks.", Olivia smiled and walked towards the captain's office. "Captian, I am Olivia Benson. Thank you for letting me join the team!", Olivia stated. "Don Cragen, and it's a pleasure. When I read your history, I knew you were perfect. Let's get you acquainted and your new partner and we will be all set. Welcome to the team!", Don said. "Great!", Olivia stated, and was given her badge and gun and then was introduced to her team. There was John Munch, Monique Jeffries, and Elliot Stabler, and Brian Cassidy. Elliot was going to be her partner, Don introduced them and they made her feel right at home. "So, Olivia, stay a while. Take off your jacket.", Munch said. "I'm, fine thanks, and rubbed her arms, like she was cold, only she wasn't. She was trying to hide the morning's bruises. "Girl, it's like 100 in here! Take it off!", Monique Jeffies stated.
"Alright, fine, fine.", Olivia stated rather angrily, but just as she was was about to take it off, Cragen came out with a case. "We've got a victim down in Waverly. Elliot, show your new partner the ropes." Elliot nodded and saw Olivia sigh out of relief. He laughed and grabbed his and they headed to the squad car. "So how new are you to these cases? They can get pretty emotional and long.", Elliot asked. "I think I'll be fine. Our victim is sixteen year old Jasmine Burgess. She was found by the landlord outside her apartment building, apparently strung up by some underwear and ropes.", Olivia said, going over what she had found out about the case.
"Let's get to it.", Elliot stated and both went to solve the case. They found many people that helped bring the case to a close and the information was necessary to put this guy behind bars. They worked as a team. Back in the squad room, the detectives were celebrating Olivia's first case together and that's when she took off her jacket. "Wow, Liv, what's the bruises from?", Monique asked.
"What? Oh nothing, I just fell yesterday,", Olivia lied, smiling. She hoped that Monique would let it go. But the one she wasn't expecting to pull her aside and try to help her was Elliot. "Liv, is everything okay? Is this why you wouldn't take off the jacket earlier? What happened really?", Elliot asked. "Elliot, please let it go. Let's focus on our jobs. The personal cases shouldn't be happening. I need to find something or someone but that has to wait until all the bad people are put away for good."
"No, Liv, we're done for the day with the cases. Let me help you.", Elliot sighed giving her the biggest blue eyes that he could to try and find something. All he saw was pain in her deep brown eyes and wanted to know more. "No, El, I'm fine. Wait, what time is it?", Olivia said, grabbing her coat.
"A little after four thirty.", Elliot esponded. "Shit! I have to get home. She's going to freak out, and I am going to have to be in trouble.", Olivia said. Before Elliot could respond, she told the Captain she had to leave and ran home. She was scared Serena would have done something worse if she wouldn't have left when she did. "You're late!", Serena bellowed when Olivia walked in the room. "Mom, we caught a late case. We couldn't do anything until we found the guy and then we had to stay and celebrate the one case we closed with my help.", Olivia explained, hoping her mom wouldn't do anything. But she was wrong. Serena dropped the glass on the table and then went to Olivia and started hitting her. "I told you to be home at four. You are late! You will suffer the consequences!" Serena said, and punched and hit Olivia. Blood started pouring from her mouth and nose and when Serena felt that it was enough she stopped and shoved Oivia to the floor. She spat on her and sat "You remind me so much of him. You will never be wanted." Then, Olivia knew the worst was not over as she saw her mother raise her foot. Olivia's stomach was getting kicked and kicked and soon there would be no more. Olivia just cried and cried while her mother did this. This was her mother's way of coping an Olivia ws the punching bag. Being on the job one day showed her how things would gt butte never imagined life would be this way.
"Mom, stop, I am your daughter!", Olivia screamed once she could get the courage. "No, you're his. You're so much o him and not more of me. I hate you and him.", Serena screamed and then threw down her half drunken glass of whiskey and grabbed the bottle and then passed out after her "workout". Olivia left the room and went to her room and cleaned u what she could. She then called Elliot and just wanted something positive to hear. "Elliot, hey, can you talk?", Olivia asked in the phone. "Where and When?", Elliot answered, not knowing what she wanted to talk about. "The precinct. It's the only place I feel safe. I can get away now.", Olivia stated. "Get away? Liv, what's going on?", Elliot asked now worried. His wife, Kathy had just entered the room and she saw him grabbing his coat. "Just meet me, and we' talk. I don't wanna be alone.", Olivia stated and hung up. "Liv, wait. Liv, Liv!", Elliot called and he realized she hung up. He threw the phone down and sat down with his head in his hands. Kathy entered the room, and went over to him. "Got another case?", she askd, knowing something was wrong. "No, it's much more than that. I think my new partner is being abused. I saw the bruises on her arms today and asked her but she said not to worry. Well that call proved that there was nothing to worry about. I am seriously worried Kath, there is something wrong in the Benson household Th truth really is that I am scared for her.", Elliot said, standing up, hands still on his face. "Call Cragen. He might know what to do. Go, your partner needs you.", Kathy said and Elliot nodded, hugged her and left. On his way over in the car, he called Cragen. "Captain!", Elliot said into the phone. "Elliot, do you know what time it is?" Cragen asked. "Listen, I am heading down to the precinct. Something's wrong. I can feel it.", Elliot stated. "I;ll be there in fifteen minutes.", Cragen said. The Elliot hung up and focused on the short drive to the precinct. His thoughts were on Olivia. How was she going to look? Was she okay physically? Was something wrong? Did she have an abusive boyfriend? Something had to be hitting her hard or she would not call him late like this. This was something that Olivia was facing and her demons were coming out and he was going to have to help her through it.