Susan Victoria Benson-Stabler's point of view

I enter the small diner in Queens where I am supposed to be meeting my boyfriend of 1 year, Will Roberts. As my eyes scan the room, I spot him sitting alone in a booth towards the back typing on the laptop that he had gotten from his uncle Mark a few months ago on his 16th birthday.

I make my way towards him and when he looks up and sees me walking towards him, he smiles before stopping his typing and standing up to greet me. After we had exchanged a hug and kiss, Will and I sit down in the booth across from each other. Will closes his laptop before focusing all of his attention on me, making me blush slightly.

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about so bad that you insisted we meet here instead of at my house or yours?"

I look down at my hands before looking back up at Will who looks concerned. I reach across the table and take Will's hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

"Will, I have to tell you something but I'm afraid to because there's a chance that it could possibly change how you feel about me."

Will's eyebrows furrow in confusion. He squeezes my fingers reassuringly.

"Susan, there is nothing that could ever change how I feel about you. Other than my uncle Mark, my mom and my younger brother Kyle, you are the only person that I have ever known that has never looked down on me for not being rich or being a jock. You mean everything to me and nothing can ever change that."

I blush slightly and smile at Will before I continue talking.

"I'm not who you and everyone else thinks I am, Will. I'm not really the daughter of Trent Parker. Everything I've ever thought about myself and my life has been a complete lie and if it wasn't for Trent's sister Melanie, I would still be living my life as Susan Parker and I would still have no idea who I really am."

Will gets up from his side of the booth just then and while still holding tightly to my hand, he manages to slide into my side of the booth and wrap his other arm around my waist, gently pulling me close to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath. Will presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before asking me to tell him who I really am.

"According to what Melanie told me, my real name is Susan Benson-Stabler. She says that my real parents are Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler and that they were once really close friends of both her and Trent. She said that when I was around 1 1/2, Trent kidnapped me from my parents' house outside the city because he had had a really huge crush on my mom since they were all in high school together and was extremely jealous that she had fallen in love with and married my dad instead of him."

Will sighs before kissing my forehead again then rests his cheek on the top of my head. I can't help but feel nervous at how calm Will is being about everything I just told him.

"Will you go with me to Manhattan so that I can look for my parents, Will? Melanie told me where my mom was working the last time she saw her so I figured that I could start there."

Will smiles and tells me that of course he will help me look for my parents. I smile and lift my head off his shoulder before leaning in and softly kissing him on the lips.

"Susan, I know that we're only 16 and 14 years old but I want you to know that I love you so much and that I want nothing more than for you to be happy and to take care of you."

I smile at Will's admission. He doesn't normally talk about his feelings to just anyone because of how his now absent father used to tell him when he was younger that a real man never tells anyone how they really feel. Will never believed his father though and I'm extremely thankful for that because it shows that Will is nothing like his father.

"I love you too, Will."

As Will packs up his backpack so that he and I can head for Manhattan immediately, I think about the huge secret that I'm keeping from him. I'm afraid to tell Will about the incident that happened one night almost a week ago when I was at home alone with an extremely drunk Trent because I don't want Will to do exactly what I know he would do if he found out what Trent did.

Since Will already has his driver's license, he offers to drive us both into Manhattan in the dark blue pickup truck that he bought about 3 months ago with help from both his mom Caroline and his uncle Mark.

As we leave Queens and make our way across the Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan, I can't help but wonder how I will react when I see my parents again after all this time. I hope that they've never stopped trying to find out what had happened to me.