I felt like I was making a huge mistake. I didn't need to meet the man who raped my mother and he doesn't deserve to meet me. Yet, here I was; sitting in my car parked across the street from his house. I don't even know why I bothered wasting my time. I began to reach for the keys that were still dangling from the ignition but, I stopped. I had to go and knock on that door. I let out a slow breath before stepping out into the nippy night time air and beginning my journey across the street. The lights appeared that they were turned off so maybe I would get lucky.

"Can I help you?"

Suddenly my body froze. It's like time completely stopped. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest and could hear it in my ears. I was looking my mother's rapist in the face.

"Look, if this is for some kind of charity, I'm not interested," he said before beginning to close the door.

"You raped my mother," I managed to spit out before the door was shut.

Joe Marsden stopped in his tracks. "Look, I don't know who you are but, I've never raped anyone." With that said, he slammed the door and I heard the lock click. I didn't know whether I wanted to scream or cry.

I trudged back to my car and sped off before I let my emotions get the best of me. Why did I have to do it? Elliot told me it was a bad idea and so did Huang. I should have listened.

When I finally got back to my apartment I went straight to my room and changed into my night clothes. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about the day. My cell phone ringing changed those plans.

"Benson."

"You went, didn't you?"

"Elliot," I sighed, "It's none of your business."

"It is my business because now you're upset," he argued.

"He told me he never raped anyone and then he slammed the door in my face," I said sadly. "I don't know what I expected. I don't even know why I went."

"You wanted to know if that's what really happened," Elliot informed, "Right?"

I sighed again and pinched the bridge of my nose. I could feel the headache creeping in. "I don't know…"

There was silence on both ends for a few moments. I could almost picture the look on Elliot's face as he tried to think of what to say. "Do you want to grab a bite to eat?"

"El, I really just want to go to sleep."

"Please? I'm already outside."

I couldn't help but smile. Bless him and his stubbornness. "I'll be down in a minute."

While I was changing into something a little more suitable to go out in, Elliot stayed in his car waiting. The time was pushing ten thirty and usually the neighborhood was quiet. Elliot had just looked into his side mirror when he saw someone walking up the sidewalk in his direction. Being the cop that he is, he watched him subtly without getting caught. When he saw the guy disappear he wondered where he had seen the man before. He swore I was somebody he knew.

"You ready?" I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up.

"Hey, does your… father know where you live?"

"No," I answered, "Why?"

"I could have sworn I just saw him walk passed your building," he replied as he brought the car to life.

"You're paranoid," I said to him, "Joe Marsden has nothing to do with me. Let's not talk about it, okay?"

He nodded and the car was quiet for a few minutes. "You okay?" Elliot asked as we pulled up to a red light.

I shrugged and turned to look out of the window so he couldn't see the hurt on my face. "I guess I just wanted him to be different… I don't know… "

"He's a rapist, Liv. What he did to your mother was terrible."

"I know, Elliot," I spat. "I know. I don't need you to tell me that. I lived it." I got out of the car as soon as he put it in park and slammed the door behind me. I should have just stayed home and went to sleep.

"Sorry…" I heard him mumble after we sat down with our meals. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

"I got a letter in the mail yesterday," I began explaining to him, "from my brother."

"You have a brother?"

She nodded. "His name's Simon and we met. He says that Joe was good to him as a child. Said he went to all his baseball games and was just… always there."

"What'd the letter say?" Elliot asked as he shoved a french fry into his mouth.

"It said that Joe has a box full of pictures of me," I answered quietly.

Elliot looked up at me. I could tell he wasn't sure what to say. My gut was telling me that Joe had those pictures for reasons other than wanting to know his daughter.

"Pictures from a distance," I went on to say with tears in my eyes.

"Liv," Elliot said in a sympathetic tone.

"Don't… Just take me home, okay?"

Elliot took me home and I laid in bed awake trying to force my mind to go to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about that filthy man. Elliot suggested that Simon could have been lying but… why? What reason does he have to do that? Thinking about him makes me miss my mom… she might not have been perfect but, when she was sober she always knew the right things to say.

A/N: So, what do you think?! Olivia met her father… but, what's with the box of pictures? Did Elliot really see Joe on Olivia's street? Also, chapters will get longer; this was just the start.