A/N: So, here's the sequel as promised. Did I say a few weeks? Well, I meant a few hours. I was on a roll and so I started it. Deal with it. :D

A few things before we begin:

This plot stems from a personal experience belonging to a member of my family. I'd like to thank them for giving me the okay to play around with their story.

Please keep in mind this is my first time writing a pairing, let alone two. I might be a slightly rusty so bear with me.

I tend to pull fan wanks. Sorry. It happens. I do, however, warn people in advance.

Exhibit A: Chester did not kill the dirty cop at the end of Cold. The father of the murdered girl, however, did. Chester attempted to cover for the man, but DNA evidence proved Lake innocent and he was cleared.

Exhibit B: Casey and Chester had a relationship throughout Season Nine. When Casey was unjustly let go and Chester acquitted, the two left New York, settled in the Washington DC area, and started a family.

Secondly, this is the sequel to Defining the Nest. While it isn't imperative that you read that story, I would recommend it since it explains some of this plot line

Lastly, happy reading. :)

Chapter One: Equilibrium

April 2015

Robin Novak lost her virginity to Michael Jackson.

Well, not to the proboscis lacking king of pop himself, but the whole experience measured just as high on the repulsive Richter scale.

Okay, that wasn't fair. Caleb Moss was a great guy. Funny, charming, not to mention he took great lab notes. He had a nice car and he had a knack for choosing killer Chinese restaurants. He also had a freakishly annoying obsession with 80s hair bands. He was so besotted with their eyeliner and ear murdering guitar riffs that he grew his hair out and wore it all big and teased and uglified—and 80s day had long since passed and Halloween was eons away…

And yet there she was, playing tonsil hockey with her very own Vince Neil, in a dimly lit storage closet like nothing else mattered.

And nothing really did in all honesty. Okay, sure, an 80s themed party was happening on the other side of the door. And, yes, he was twenty-two and she…wasn't. But they were celebrating the end of midterms and minus the Maybelline and mousse, Caleb was really great—not to mention there was enough sexual tension between the two of them to make Jenna Jameson uncomfortable. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Though she did kind of wish there was a bed near by or maybe for something more dignifying—like privacy.

"You're sure about this?" he asked, pushing a stray curl from her eye.

She nodded.

And so it happened. She lost her virginity to the dulcet, clever arrangement of Michael Jackson's Billy Jean. A song from her mother's childhood…

Her mother…what would her mother think? She probably wouldn't. Casey Novak would probably kill her oldest child first only to later wonder why she acted on her worst impulse. She and Robin were alike in that way, though Robin would rather eat cat shit with a knitting needle than cop to that.

And thinking about her mother during sex—wrong on so many levels. Seriously, what would Freud say?

Just remember to always thing twice…

Mid-May 2015

People, don't you worry about me.

"Did you get it?" Robin looked up from her copy of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged just as her best friend had shut her bedroom door. "Did anybody see you?"

"You know I must really love you," Jason Hunter tossed his backpack on her bed before falling backwards onto her mattress, his arms spread apart. "I mean first I took on grueling and demeaning work just to get my parents to think spending about grand to fly me up to our nation's capital so I could take your sorry ass to the prom. Then when I get here you send me to the drug store and make me walk amongst unsayable products of the feminine persuasion to get the object that must not be named. Do you know some random old lady yammered on about me living in sin and how I should like marinate in holy water for eternity. I wonder how she would've reacted if she found out I was raised by lesbians. Too bad we were in an express line."

"You're rambling. It's annoying. Stop," she closed her book and sat it on her nightstand. She lowered her back onto her soft mattress. She stared up at her ceiling, the fading baseball posters from her childhood glared back at her. "Besides, chaperoning your little sister's mini date at the movies doesn't fall under cruel and unusual punishment."

"Yeah it is, it's right there in the Fourth Geneva Convention. It clearly states that no grown man should be forced to watch musicals depicting stereotypical high school scenarios with screaming tweens and soccer moms."

"Anyway…did anybody see you?"

"Yes, everybody at the store," he rolled his eyes. "Nobody would put two and two together, all right? Now shut up and quit worrying, you have bigger fish to fry."

"Don't remind me," she groaned. Pulling herself upward, she rummaged through his bag, looking for the oracle that was going to tell her if she ruined her life or not. Ripping open the colorful box, she read the instructions. Pushing up her glasses, she frowned. "It only takes a minute."

"…and that's bad because?"

She shrugged, bouncing to her feet. "Not bad. I guess it just proves how short life really is."

A minute and a half later, she emerged from the bathroom. She went rigid, her face blank as she stood in the middle of her bedroom.

"Are you?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Fuck."

"Fucking equals unplanned fetus," Robin crossed the room, seeking refuge in her bed. Huffing in—she wasn't quite sure what the feeling was—and moved to the edge of her mattress, hugging her pillow close to her chest while she lowered her head. "This really sucks."

"Yeah," he sighed and draped his arm over her shoulder. "I can imagine that it might."

"I have no idea what to do," she admitted softly. "I barely got my full ride to Columbia and now this. And my parents…my overprotective—"Robin think before you act" we barely trust you to bathe yourself—parents are gonna shit enough bricks to rebuild the Empire State Building!"

"When are you going to tell them? How are you going to tell them?"

"Who says I have to?"

He nodded, thumbing her shoulders. "You're having an abortion?"

She shook her head like a person shivering, her eyes earnest and thoughtful. "I can't do that. I'm pro-choice; no doubt about that, but that option isn't for me. I don't think I could live with it."

"I know you're having a hard time and I don't mean to be harsh, but how to you plan on hiding your preg…"

"Don't even say it!" she shouted.

He recoiled a bit. "Sorry..."

She raised a sheepish hand. "I just can't hear it yet. I don't want it to be real."

"…but how do you plan on hiding your condition from your family? Your mom maybe a super career woman who spends her entire existence in an office, but even she's bound to notice. And your dad, when he finds out, he's gonna flip!"

"Chester's not my dad," she glared hotly.

"Stepdad. Apologies. You don't have to think about all of this now, but you're going to have to face this at some point."

Robin threw the pillow, knocking over the trophies on her dresser. "I should've listened to Michael Jackson."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jason frowned.

"While Caleb and I were…yeah…Billy Jean was playing. You know the ki-hid is not my son! Ah he he!"

"Umm, yeah…singing…not your best look. As for the song, Mike the Molester was right on the money…you should've remembered to think twice."

"First of all, Mike was totally not a molester. That was just a way of backing him into a corner so that he would sell the rights to The Beatles songs."

"If somebody says something about you for twenty years, chances are, it's true."

"Dude, people have been making homophobic remarks since togas were vogue. Does that make them true?"

"Have you ever considered being a lawyer? You'd be a good one, probably as good as your mom if not better."

Her eyes darkened. "I am nothing like my mother."

One Week Later

Evil gon get buried by me.

Caleb stuffed another spoonful of noodles in his mouth. He had yet to speak, his brown eyes darting like a searchlight in a storm.

Robin cleared her throat, dropping her fork into her plate. "So…um…what do you wanna do?"

He smiled. His face was reassuring to the point of appearing nonchalant. "We'll take care of it."

"We can't raise it! I start college in the fall and you're obsessed with glam metal that was recorded before you were even a twinkle in your father's balls. We're not fit to be anybody's parents."

"Gee, why don't you tell me what you really think," he took a sip of water and sighed. "I meant…I meant have an abortion. Look, I'll pay for everything. There's a clinic an hour away that doesn't require a note from your parents. It'll be like this never happened."

"See, there's a flaw in your logic Tommy Lee: this did happen. We can't just pull out a magic eraser and carry on with our lives!"

"Oh come on Robin! We don't love each other! We hardly have anything in common…"

"Yeah, except for the fact that we had sex and reproduced…"

He groaned. "You know what I mean!"

She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. "I'm not doing it."

"You're acting like child! I have a life, I had a life before I met you! You can't just jump right in and expect me to end it because we made a mistake!"

She blinked. That wasn't what she expected or wanted for that matter. Sure, it wasn't earth shattering, but it was sort of special—at least to her. "Wow. That was enlightening."

"I didn't…look…that didn't come out right. You were perfect…in that moment. But beyond that, beyond what we had, there was nothing. I'm getting married in two months…"

She didn't hear him right. She did not hear him right. "…huh?"

"I'm getting married in two months."

She heard him right. "Wow, you kinda neglected to mention that when you ripped off my clothes like Tarzan on meth."

"She and I were having a rough patch."

"So you plant a seed with me? Were you always this much of a Neanderthal or did you take lessons?"

"I was stupid," he shouted. He cringed at the annoyed looks from the other customers and immediately dulled his voice to a whisper. "I was stupid, but people make mistakes. There's no reason to turn this into a life ending one."

"It's a little late to start trying to protect your fiancé's feelings, don't you think?"

"You can't be serious about this! Think about the consequences."

Consequences. She could think of several of those pesky little assholes. Like the way she would live her life based on a series of what ifs if she had an abortion. Or the way she would look at babies, wondering why she didn't keep hers. Or maybe it was the way her mother would look at her. Like a disappointment, like a failure and a waste of her time—the way she looked at her father.

Caleb could never know any of that. Nobody could. "You should've thought about those before we did the deed. I didn't plan on this baby either, but it's here and there's nothing we can do."

"There is something we can do!" he slammed his big fist on the table. "You can take the money and have an abortion,"

"No matter what you say, this kid's coming into this crappy world. You can either deal with it or you can't, but I'm not about to go under some needle to protect your feelings! You can forget conning me into having an abortion just as fast as you forgot me."

"You're such a child. Too fucking precocious for your own good!"

"Then why did you have sex with me?" she gritted out.

Reaching across the table, he brushed his fingers across her arm and she didn't pull away. He smiled softly. "Because you're smart and you're beautiful and you're funny and you're quirky, but I don't love you."

"That's fair," she withdrew her arm and stood up. "Have a nice life."

Well, I'm gonna choo choo out this little town,

And soon as I do I'mma get on down

Mid June 2015

Don't you worry bout me

I'll be fine

Well that's what I tell 'em, baby

But I'm lyin'

"I was nervous about graduation too, but not that bad," Casey Novak-Lake leaned against her kitchen counter, listening as her oldest child was puking out her vital organs in the bathroom a few feet away. "She's been in and out of there for the last two days."

Olivia Benson nodded, glancing at the closed door.

"Hey," Casey touched her closest friend's arm. "Everything all right."

"Uh, yeah," she smiled and scoffed a little. Putting on her best smile, she glanced around the room. "Where are the kids?"

"Chester took Ned and Liam dress shoe shopping. Georgie's probably got her head in a book somewhere," Casey furrowed her brow. "And that was an excellent attempt at deflection. Now, what's going on?"

"I said it's nothing," she snapped, stepping around to the other side of the island counter.

"Defensive? Check. Pretending like nothing's wrong? Check."

"Can you just drop this?"

"No."

Olivia gave her a salty look.

"Oh come on. What are friends for? Something's obviously bothering you. Come on, I'll put some tea on and…"

"Are we going to braid each other's hair too? I said there's nothing to talk about and I'd really like you to respect my boundaries."

"All…"

"Elliot's going to leave me, all right? Satisfied?"

"I was going to let it go, but obviously you needed to get it out," Casey looked at her friend a moment before leading the older woman into the living room. "Sit. Now, why would you think anything like that?"

"By the way, Elliot sends his apologies. The twins are graduating from NYU and he had to be there."

"And he'll be sorely missed. Now, back to you? What's got you so afraid of losing a man who's been devoted to you for almost two decades."

"You know how important family is to Elliot. He loves his children. He loves kids. When we got married we know that…that I was going to have some trouble, but we didn't bargain for this much. The doctors say my chances of getting pregnant are slim to none."

"Have you tried other methods?"

She shook her head. "All of them. Two miscarriages and each of them took a little bit of Elliot and our marriage with them. And menopause is showing signs of moving in."

"Why didn't you tell me any of this? You know I would've been there?"

"Then it all would've seemed real and I can't deal with that. I can't live with my body, something I can't change or fix, driving the man I love away."

Casey covered Olivia's hand with her own and the two of them sat there in a blanket of silence, the both of them oblivious to the fact that they had a listener.

"You're sure about this," Robin tossed her dirty clothes into the basketball hoop hamper on her closet door. "I mean word for word?"

"Yup. It's kinda sad, don't ya think?" Georgie sat on the edge of her older sister's bed and plucked a few more notes on her guitar. "I mean Aunt Liv's always been there for us. She was kinda like another mom before we left New York and moved here. It just doesn't seem right that she can't make her own babies because her meno's on pause."

Robin never had the heart to tell her precious baby sister that simply because she shared a birthday with Kurt Cobain, didn't mean she shared his talents. Instead she listened as Georgina butchered Simon and Garfunkel's Bookends and gave her a little piece of information that could possibly turn everything around.

"Robin are you even listening to me?"

"Uh, yeah, Aunt Liv…yeah it's sad. Must be awful for Uncle Elliot."

"Olivia think's they're gonna get a divorce. That just isn't right. How come some people can make babies and some people can't?"

Robin shrugged. "Lucky I guess."

Two Weeks Later

Mama, don't you worry about me.

Papa, don't you worry about me.

"Do we have to go in there?" Casey half whined and dropped her suitcase on her front porch. She and her husband had just come from a much-needed vacation in Maui. It was wonderful, except for the fact that it ended much too quickly. "Champ's responsible and the kid's fear her wrath. Just one more day…"

Chester sat his suitcase beside his wife's before leaning in to kiss her once, twice, gently on the lips. "That would be child abandonment. The authorities tend to frown on that."

Casey laughed, then whispered onto his lips. "You're amazing."

He smiled an almost diffident smile, his brown eyes dancing, and leaned in close, his face into her neck. "You too," he said, his warm breath tickling her ear.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, but Chester stretched himself free, his face full of his familiar, confident grin. "Come on," he patted her shoulder and turned his key in the lock of their front door. "People are waiting."

"It's too quiet," Casey arched her brow and glanced at her watch. "It's eight on a Saturday night…"

"The light's on in the family room. Maybe they fell asleep."

The two parents made their way through the dark hall, their suitcases long forgotten on the porch.

"Okay kids, come on now. It was fun earlier, but I have to pee and then run for my life…"

"That sounds like Travis," Casey picked up her pace. "What the hell's going on?"

Casey pushed open the door to find her eighteen year old nephew tied to one of her dining room chairs and her three younger children dancing around him in a circle, waving various eating utensils.

Travis saw her first, a sparkle of hope in his eye. "Aunt Casey! Hi! Get your kids!"

All three children stopped moving, glancing at their mother with various forms of guilt written on their faces.

"Mommy!" Four-year-old Liam rushed to his mother, demanding to be picked up.

"What the hell's going on in here?"

"Your kids are performing human sacrifice. That's illegal might I add. Untie me and I'll go about my merry way and you know, pretend I was never here."

Chester used that moment to make his entrance. He blinked at the sight before him, an amused smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, this is a new one."

"Hey Dad," Ned abandoned the fork he had been brandishing and collided into his father's open arms. "We missed you guys."

"Travis what the hell is this and where's Robin?"

"Robin went to New York to visit Auntie Liv and Uncle Elliot and Eli," Liam piped from his mother's arms.

"What?!"

"Mommy, maybe you should try calming down," Georgie, who was smart enough to remain at least six feet away from her mother, spoke for the first time.

"Scout, I love you, but I'm not in the mood. I know you and Champ talk about everything and I know you know what's going on. So I suggest you talk and I suggest you do so quickly."

"Robin didn't tell me anything."

"Liar," Ned declared. "I saw you guys whispering by the door before she left."

"Way to go Cowboy," Georgie muttered. She turned her conflicted blue eyes on her mother. "I'm not supposed to say anything."

"Look, now isn't the time for scout's honor," Travis snapped. "I can't feel my hands here!"

However his frustration seemed to fall on deaf ears. Casey tilted her head and sighed, setting her youngest son on the floor. "I know you want to protect your sister's privacy, but it really isn't safe for Robin to be taking such a long drive by herself."

"Your mother and I just want to make sure Robin's okay."

"This is all my fault," Georgie rested her elbows on her knees, bringing the palms of her hands to her cheeks. "I should never have told her."

"Told her what?"

She sighed. "I heard you and Aunt Liv talking about how she couldn't have kids. Robin went to New York to try and make her feel better."

"That doesn't add up, Scout."

"It's the truth, Mommy! That's all Robin told me!"

"And you," Chester turned to Travis. "What do you know?"

"Besides that I'm going to wet my pants?" he groaned at his uncle's lack of interest. "Nothing. Robin called me and asked me to watch your little hellions. Said she had something to take care of. Can you untie me now?"

"And you were so willing to help that you drove nearly two hours to get here?" Casey folded her arms.

"You have a persuasive kid."

Chester chuckled. "What does she have on you?"

"Telling you would defeat the purpose of spending tons of gas money don't you think? Again, can you untie me now?"

"I'll think about it. In the meantime," she turned to her three children. "Scout, Cowboy, Chief…upstairs. In bed. Now."

No protests were heard as Georgie ushered her younger brothers out of the room. Casey watched her husband untie her nephew who bolted away as soon as he was free, no doubt in search of the bathroom.

"She would've told me if something was wrong," Casey plopped on the couch. "At least, I thought she would."

Chester gave her shoulders a squeeze. "I'll call Elliot and Olivia, see if she's made it."

She nodded absently, wondering where she went wrong.

I live a life, but it just ain't mine.

I know I'm your son, why don't you let me shine

Later that evening…

She heard them talking on the other side of the door. They were laughing, going on about nothing. They didn't seem particularly unhappy. Elliot didn't sound like he was leaving and Olivia didn't sound empty.

But people put on airs and some were better thespians than others. Robin knew that from experience.

She brought her hand up to the doorbell and took a deep breath.

Their voices stopped and she heard footsteps. Heels. Olivia.

"Who is it?" the laugh in her voice hadn't died. That was a good sign.

"It's me."

"Casey? What are you doing…" Olivia flung open the door. Brown eyes bore into green. Mrs. Stabler smiled. "Robin? How'd you get here?"

"I...I um…I drove," she shrugged her shoulders to the black Prius parked out by the curb. She bounced on her heel, glancing nervously from side to side. "I know I should've called but…"

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. I…can I come in?"

"Of course, come on," Olivia gave the teenager's shoulder a slight push. Once inside, she took the girl's hand. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Remember when I was little, when my dad died and you said I could come to you for help? Well…yeah…I think I need your help. I think we can help each other.

Some call it baby blue.

Some call it midnight blue.

Whatever hue is what we gonna do.

We gon play until you feel happy.

Til there ain't no more blues.

A/N: So, what did you guys think? Should I continue or quit while I'm ahead?

In the mean time, the lyrics in this chapter are Michael Jackson's Billy Jean and Outkast's Idlewild Blue (Don't You Worry About Me). Visit my profile if you want to hear the songs.

Thanks for reading folks. :D