Alright, here we go. This is my second attempt at a story. Hopefully I've grown.

Yes, I know we don't know who Olivia's father is and either does she so I took the liberty of making him up. I think I covered all my bases and avoiding stepping all over the real story line with her father, but we'll see. Remember, its just a story so don't jump all over me about what would really happen...its TV none of this would really happen.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone. Accept for the things I made up. Characters ain't mine. They belong to Dick Wolf and the good people at NBC.

Chapter One: Martin Becker

Elliot yawned yet again. "You wanna call it a night?" Olivia asked glancing over at her exhausted partner.

He tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "No, I'm good."

"Elliot you look like crap."

"Thanks for the honesty," he laughed. "Its almost six thirty in the morning, we've been out here for over ten hours," he reminded her. "Why aren't you tired?"

"Me? I have super human abilities, remember?" she joked. He smiled and rolled his eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It was surprisingly cold for a May day. "I'm too cold to be tired," she admitted.

"Alright," he sighed turning on the car. "Lets go. This guy isn't coming home."

"I'll see you Monday," Olivia said as she slammed the car door shut.

"See ya Liv," Elliot called out the car window. She was so eager to get out of the chilly New York air that she practically jogged up the stairs to her building. She didn't even notice the man watching her from across the street. Elliot pulled out of the spot, catching a glimpse of the man as he did, but not thinking anything of it.

There was nothing to do Monday morning but paper work. Fin and Munch got David Sweeney Sunday afternoon as the suspected rapist tried to sneak back into his apartment. He was presently being arraigned. Olivia slouched back in her chair and sighed. Days like this could be so boring.

"Olivia Benson?" a man asked approaching the detectives. Olivia slid her chair back and stood to face him.

"Yes," she said professionally. The man smiled at her strangely, observing her carefully, taking her in. "Can I help you?" she asked politely as she studied him. A tall balding white guy in his late fifties.

"I need to speak with you," he answered. "In private," he added lowering his voice. Olivia looked up at Elliot, who was the only other person around. He nodded at her and walked away, but he didn't go too far. His curiosity got the best of him and he found himself standing just a few yards away observing his partner and the stranger.

Olivia gestured to the man and they both sat down. "My name's Martin Becker," he started carefully.

Elliot watched them talk for a minute or two. He saw the man put something down on Olivia's desk. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. She pushed her chair back and started to back away from him in shock or fear. Elliot couldn't tell which.

"I'm sorry. Please," Martin begged nervously. Olivia turned suddenly and rushed out of the squad.

"Olivia," Elliot called as she brushed past him. She didn't stop. The man stood by Olivia's desk shaking his head in regret. Giving up, he sighed and exited the station house.

Knowing he shouldn't and that it was none of his business, Elliot walked over to Olivia's desk to look at the thing that had caused the commotion. He picked up the driver's license, it was almost yellow with age. The name on it made his heart stop in shock. "Serena Benson."