Author's Note: So, I was sitting here contemplating what to do for my next SVU fic. It took me a few minutes before I came up with the idea, and, truth be told, I got it from a song title, which is the title of this story. I found thing song "Whatever It Takes" by Lifehouse. I am in love with the song, and I love using song titles as the names of my stories. So, I decided to use the song title, and the story came from that. It uses the meaning of the title, but in a totally different sense. I've seen many a story dealing with this topic, but I decided to do it in a different way. It's in first-person as Olivia in present time. Please enjoy. As always, read and review!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I'd be very rich. Which I'm not, meaning I don't own any of the characters.

SVU Squad Room

September 3, 2008

12:35 PM

"What are you doin'?" my partner appears behind me, causing me to jump out of my chair a little. Elliot Stabler - the man has been my partner for 10 years, and my best friend for the same amount of time. But he still manages to bug the hell out of me.

"Geez El," I groan, glancing over to him. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I quickly minimize the page on my web browser on the computer, determined for him not to see what I was doing.

"You do know that you're a cop, right? Shouldn't you expect the unexpected?" he replies like the smart-ass he is. "What'd you just minimize?" He tries to grab the mouse out of me grip, but I'm fighting to the death. I didn't want him to know what I was doing - it wasn't his business.

"None of your business," I reply, glaring at him. "Look, John made the coffee again. Can you pick some up? I have some unfinished paperwork I have to do..." Okay, I'm trying to get him away from me. But hey, none of it was a lie. Munch did make the coffee. And I did have paperwork... I just wasn't planning on doing it until after I was done with the computer.

"What are you hiding?" he asks, completely ignoring my request. He does let go of the mouse though, but I know he won't drop the topic. My eyes shift over to his desk, looking at the pictures on there. The pictures of his family. And my heart aches a little. Which is why I'm researching online. Researching ways to have that family that I so desperately want. He doesn't understand. Hell, all he has to do is look at Kathy and he gets her pregnant.

"I'm not really in the mood to talk about it," I sigh. "Can you please just get coffee?" I ask once more, leaning back in my seat. I want to be a mom so badly. It's kind of weird that I want this so badly. Most people who grew up like I did wouldn't want to have kids. For fear of turning out like their parents, I suppose. But me? I'll do whatever it takes to have a baby, I've realized. I'm not getting any younger. And I can't adopt. I don't have much time left to become a mom.

"Benson, Stabler." Saved by the Captain. My eyes shift towards Don's voice, and I open my mouth to speak. Elliot beats me to it.

"What's up, Cap?" he asks, apparently forgetting our conversation. Thank God.

"Your serial rapist just hit again. The vic is being brought to Mercy. Head there, then go to the crime scene," Cragen hands me a piece of paper with the address on it.

"Got it," I nod, standing up. This guy has committed five rapes in the past week. This new one makes six. And we still don't know anything about this guy. How is it that someone can turn out like this? Maybe family has something to do with it, but certainly not everything. I'm a prime example. My mother was an abusive alcoholic, my father a rapist. And I'm a cop. It definitely scares me - raising a child in this world. "Let's go," I stand, grabbing my Blackberry off my desk before heading out with my partner.