46 year old Olivia benson sat on her coutch drinking a glass of wine; On the phone with her step-father and former captin, Don Cragen, after a long day at work. Both of her childrend were asleep and she was willing herslef to unwind. This week had beed one from hell. Noah had to be addmited to the hospital on Tuesday for an asthma attack at the park, and was gladly able to leave that same day. Then Taylor had been Suspended from school Thursday for fighting. That alone made her think of Calvin and how her last few weeks with him were spent in Principal Sanchez's office. The same pricipal for Taylor, the only difference was that Taylor is 2 years younger then Calvin. Then at work they had cought a huge case, Mayors' daughter in law. IAB had been on the squads back, putting a strain on Olivia and Ed Tuckers relationship. Wine was definetly called for. A glass or two wouldn't hurt anyone.

"What are my grandkids doing this weekend?" Don asked through the phone as he watched Illene looking over the deck of there vacation house in Key West, Florida. Illene was his second wife. His first; Serena Benson. When he met Serena he had fallen deep in love. He helped her through the pain that Joesph Hollister left her with. He had loved Olivia as his own. At the begining of the relationship Don and Serena both had a drinking problem, ironically they met at a bar. But not long after he wanted both of them to stop dirinking. They did really good. Raised Olivia together. Made a life for themselves. They got married and thought of having more kids, but the years of alcohol abuse left them both infertal. They both stayed sober, for a while too. Until Serena had a slip up December tenth, year two-thousand, that sadly lead to her death by falling down the subway steps, and hitting her head. Don wanted to drink so bad then, but Olivia kept him stable. She was his daughter, DNA or not. He thought he would never fall in love again until he met his beloved Illene. She acceped Olivia, and that she wasn't his first, or even true, love. But she came close. She was very accepting of everything and loved him, flaws and all.

"DAD!" Olivia called out into the phone bringing him out of his daze. "Huh?" He said after he realized she had tried to talk to him. "I called your name like four times, where'd you go?" she asked taking nother swing of wine. Setting a limit for only two glasses, she sat the empty glass on the table. "I was just thinking." he said, and she wasn't going to pry. One thing she picked up from Don, the open up when there ready, the more you pry, the more they shut you out. "Alright, but anyways, Noah is three so he, therefore, cannot make plans for himself. As for Taylor, I don't know. She and Emily broke up, and she has been spending a lot of time in her room. I'm worried about her Dad." Olivia sighed. Don laughed. "You were the same way Liv. I remember when you were, so you say, engadged to that Ronny guy at her age. And when your mom and I made you end it because he was way too old for you. You wouldn't come out of your room for weeks. Just give it time."

She loved times like these where they, or she, would vent and talk about the past. "Hey, that's Taylor's father you're talking about." she laughed. She and Ronny had reconnected a little less then 17 years ago, it lead to a few nights in bed together. She found out she was pregnant after he had moved back to Arizona. She had Taylor and raised her with the help of Don, and her mother for the little time that she was alive. "Yeah, I know. At least one good thing came from him. How is he by the way?" "I wouldn't know." She ran a hand through her hair. "I haven't talked to him in about 4 years. He sent a letter for Taylor's 12th birthday. I didn't give it to her though."

The line was silent for a little while, both just enjoying the silence. "So, Illene and I are coming back to the city tomorrow, maybe we could take Noah off of your hands for the weekend?" Don finally spoke. "That would be wonderful. I'm sure he misses you. Taylor too."

"Yeah, yeah. Do your old man a favor and don't tell them I'm coming, let's see how much they've missed me." he chuchled.

"Okay dad." she looked at the wall clock. "It's getting late, I'm going to bed. Call me tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you too Livvy." he sighed and they hung up.

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"I'm fine Wes. Really." Taylor told her best friend of ten years. "I call bull shit. C'mon, you know you can't lie to me." he warned. "Well what do you want me to say. She was the first girl I dated after telling my mom that I'm bisexual. Yeah, I loved her. But she cheated. It's over. Oh well." She sighed and plopped back into a laying position on her bed. "You're so dificult some times Tay." "But you love me." She got a hum in responce. "So did you finish that report for Zigmans' yet?" she asked after a minute of silence. "Ugh. No. And I don't think I ever will. I mean. C'mon, four pages of what we want to do with our lives and why? I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow." Wes sighed. "Did you?" Taylor laughed softly. "Of course. I had it done the next day. And we've had it for a week. I have to hand it in when I come back to school." Her best friend just grumbled something and proceeded to talk. "That was awesome though. You really did a number on her, and you didn't even have a mark on you." He had never seen someone go balistic like that. "Well if you were called a dike, you would defend yourself too." Taylor huffed. She was very athletic and was some what aware of her strength, but not fully. She hadn't ment to her the girl so bad, but she was just so angry. "Anyways, I already have my school work that was given to me done. So I have nothing to do for the next two weeks."

He grummbled something about her being a teachers pet. "Uh, no, I just happen to be good at school, and don't wait 'til last minute to get work done, like some people." "Yeah well maybe you can let me use you brain for the next two weeks. You tutoring me just isn't enough." They shared a good chuckel. "How's momma Liv?" was his next question. Ever since they were six and became best friends he would call her 'momma Liv'. She was the mother he never had. His mom left when he was still potty training, claimed she couldn't raise a child when she still hadn't grown up fully herself. His mom was nine years younger then his dad. Had Wes at 17.

"She's good, remember that guy Tucker from IAB she was always butting heads with?" "Uh, yeah how could I forget? He tried aresting her for murder while we were at baseball camp." She flopped over on her stomach, "Yeah, well you won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but they've been dating for about 3 and half months." She had to pull the phone away from her ear with the volume of his "WHAT?!" "Yeah, I can't even wrap my hed around it. But they make eachother really happy. I don't think I've seen her smile so much. And he's, believe it or not, a really good guy, and father figure for Noah." she smiled, her mom has finally found someone to love her. A few blocks away Wes was laying back, "So have you thought about what you're going to be doing for the time of your suspension?" he asked. She had to think about it for a second. "Well, I can't go to baseball practice, so... that's out. But I could practice the steps for the solo Mrs. Hostin gave me." "Ah, you mean Mrs. Hotsin." Taylor rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No you perve, Mrs. Hostin. And be pg when you pick me up. I know she's attractive but, calm your hormones. I can't be kicked out of dance, and I don't need my mom to arrest you for staring." she warned. "Who said I was picking you up?" he asked. But he knew he was going to. It was what they did. He would pick her up from her place, bring her to the dance studio, go somewhere, and then pick her up. Sometimes he stayed and watched her dance. Sometimes to piano music like Spring Waltz by Chopin, and sometimes a song like Akureyri by Cry Wolf, but songs like that were usually with a partner.

He admired Taylor for all of her talents. Baseball, basketball, lacross, and her more "girly" talents like dancing, art, and she would never admit it to anyone, but she was a really good singer. She would only sing in front of Wes. He knew everything about her.

"Like you aren't going to. I have to be at the studio by 4 on Monday." He nodded even if she couldn't see him. "Alright. I'l pick you up at three-thirty. We can get some smothies or something." He would offer to get food, but she never ate before rehersal. "Okay, well it's," Taylor pulled her phone away to look at the time, she noticed they had been on the phone for over an hour and a half "almost midnight. Talk to you tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah. Night Taylor."

"Night." she whispered.

Though as soon as she went to go to bed, there was a light tap on her bed room fire escape window. She went over to open it, already knowing who it was.