AN: Hey there everyone! This story is under the penname FaithHopeLove, but is actually by both FaithHopeLove and Wynter Nytes. Reviews are welcome and appreciated, but please be nice!

Disclaimer: Neither of us owns anything having to do with SVU, or its characters. Dick Wolf does. As for the title, which is part of a passage from the Bible…if we really owned it, we'd be God. Do you think we'd be posting on here?!? We made up the name of the church, if it happens to be a real name of a church…don't hate us! Here's the story!


Elliot Stabler groaned with relief as he signed something with a flourish. "There! Paperwork is done!" He set the stack of papers aside and leaned back in his chair with a smile of satisfaction. His partner, Detective Olivia Benson, shot him a glare and continued to chew on the end of her pen.

"Don't look so pleased with yourself." She mumbled in annoyance. For the detectives of the sixteenth precinct, a slow day was a good day. However, the paperwork was enough for any of them to wish for a case. Elliot smirked at Olivia, then picked up the picture he had on his desk of his children outside their parish, Our Lady of Grace.

He missed his children, which was no secret. Often, Elliot would wonder why he did this job- he missed so much of his children's lives. But then he would look at a victim and a reminder would slap him in the face. He did it for his kids. And for everyone else that lived in New York City. Still, it was hard to work without even saying hello to his children for…sometimes days. Especially since Kathy had divorced him. Detective Fin Tutuola's voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Hey Elizabeth! Come here to see your dad?"

Elliot looked up at the sound of his daughter's name and, sure enough, there she was, standing in the doorway with a nervous smile.

"I just came to say hi." She said, softly, shyly.

Elizabeth had never been outgoing, and the slightest bit of attention made her uneasy. The thirteen-year-old dropped her backpack on the floor next to her father's desk and threw herself into a chair. Elliot chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his daughter on the cheek.

"Hey, kiddo, long time no see." Elliot said.

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose and began talking about her day at school, becoming more and more relaxed. The other detectives listened contentedly as they finished paperwork. It was nice to have Elizabeth there; she brought some distraction that was hard to fid in such a foreboding environment.

Elliot reached for the picture he had been looking at earlier.

"You know, I was just thinking about you guys earlier." He said, referring to the picture in his hands.

Elizabeth glanced down at the photo and froze. Her eyes became wide and she began to tremble. Elliot recognized these motions. It was fear. Dread washed over him. What was his daughter so afraid of?

"Honey, are you okay?" Elliot reached forward to steady Elizabeth's shaking arm, but as soon as he touched her, she jerked back with a cry of pain. Elliot stood up, now deeply worried, and gently grabbed Elizabeth's hand. He gently pushed up her sleeve and gasped when he revealed a large, ugly bruise. Elizabeth, now sobbing, collapsed against her father.

As the other detectives looked on in worry, Elliot gently rocked Elizabeth back and forth. Elizabeth began to choke out words that he could barely make out.

"So sorry…didn't want to do it…he made me."

Elliot, panicking, rested his chin on top of Elizabeth's head and whispered.

"What did he make you do?"

Elizabeth stopped crying. She tilted her face up to her father, her eyes red, watery and filled with pain and humiliation.

"What did he make you do?" Elliot repeated, his voice reflecting the pain he felt for his daughter, and the pain he felt in not knowing who they were talking about.

Elizabeth, her voice ragged, replied, "He raped me."

Elliot's world suddenly became very dark. Something he dealt with every day, something he saw happen to people every day, had just happened to his daughter. He looked over at Fin, Munch, and Olivia, their faces reflecting the horror he felt. Elliot, tears in his eyes, kissed his daughter and resumed rocking her back and forth.


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