OK, I need you guys to know, Bensidy never happened in this story. I never liked Cassidy.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.

Chapter 1

"Captain, I need a few days off." Detective Olivia Benson sat in Captain Cragen's office, hoping to dear God that he would grant her request.
"Why?" He was curious. Olivia was a very private person, but she almost never asked for time off. So he knew something must have happened.
"It's personal." She said.
"How many days?" He asked. There was no point in pushing, as she wouldn't tell him until she was ready.
"2 or 3 will be enough." She replied.
"You can have 3, come back in two if you need," He said. She nodded and turned to leave, "Oh and Benson," She turned back, "Talk to me if you need to."
"Thanks Cap." She smiled and left his office. She spent the rest of the day on autopilot. She took statements from victims and drilled a perp. When Fin asked her if she was OK, Olivia ignored him. It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.

When she got home she packed a small bag and threw it in her car. She drove 4 hours to Boston. Her GPS guided her to the exact house she was looking for, and she parked across the street a few houses down. She just wanted to watch them for a while, before she spoke to them. She drank the coffee she had bought from a small café up the road and checked the time. 7pm. She decided to quit for the night. She went to the same small café and bought a hamburger for dinner. She ate it, and checked into a hotel. She changed into her pyjamas and decided to have an early night. As she crawled into bed, she thought about the woman that she so longed to meet.

The next morning she climbed out of bed at 8am. She knew where she had to go today. To the library. Where the woman worked. She got breakfast and a coffee at the same café and then made her way to the library. She strolled in and saw her. She was beautiful. She had large brown eyes and long brown hair, streaked with blonde. She was tall and wore a beautiful purple dress. She was confident in the way she stood, the way she spoke to people, the way she moved. Olivia smiled calmly at the girl even though she felt like throwing up and the girl smiled back.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah, actually. Um, my name is Olivia Benson, and I… I'm your sister."
"You're my sister?" The girl chuckled, "You must have me confused with someone else Miss Benson."
"No, I don't. I'm sorry Nicole. Your mother is Anne Tyler?" Olivia asked the girl, knowing what her answer would be.
"Yes she is. She died though."
"Do you know who your father is?"
"Joseph Hollister."
"Nicole, your father raped my mother. I'm his child as well." Nicole's face dropped. Her smile disappeared.
"He raped my mother too. I can't believe he did it to other people."
"Well he did. We also have a brother. His name is Simon. But Joseph didn't rape his Mum. They were married."
"He was married, but felt the need to rape other women too?" She spat out the word.
"Yeah. I'm sorry Nicole."
"I, I don't even… know what to think." She said, her voice catching.
"Neither did I. You learn to deal with it."
"How long have you known?" She asked.
"About him? Most of my life. My Mum told me when I was old enough to understand. I learnt about Simon a few years ago and you recently."
"Please leave." She said, tears in her eyes. Olivia looked at the girl.
"If you need to talk, call me." Olivia said, sliding a business card across the counter. She turned and left the library. She had done what she needed to do. Though she had done it quicker than what she thought she would. So, she decided to go home and catch up on a few days' rest.

Olivia opened her door and lay on her lounge. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her mind kept running. Over and over she remembered Nicole's reaction, as if in a movie. She stood and went to her kitchen, deciding on a glass of wine. One glass of wine quickly turned into two, which quickly turned into a whole bottle. She soon passed out on the lounge. She had nightmares, of the prison guard forcing her mouth open, and of William Lewis, shoving a gun into her mouth and taunting her.