I do not own SVU or any of the characters related to the show.

All of the ages are different than in the show and there is no Eli. Not a story for Kathy fans. I don't hate Kathy, but it is fun to write her this way.

OFF HER ROCKER

1-6 Precincts

Monday

September 23rd, 2013

9:00 AM

"Hey El, I'm going for some coffee. You want a refill?" I stood up and grabbed my coat. We had all been doing paper work for three days and we were getting bored, and carpal tunnel.

Elliot Stabler just shakes his head. "No thanks Liv, I'm fine." I nodded my head and went for the door.

It was a cool September day and I decided to walk the short distance to my favorite coffee shop. Feeling the cold air and seeing the leaves start to change color reminded me of last September right round this time.

**FlashBack**

I was just about to walk back up the precinct steps when I got a new text message.

El: Hey Liv. Kathleen called, said Maureen was sick and she wanted to know if you could stop by. You can take my car.

Liv: Sure El no problem. Aren't they at Kathy's?

El: Yea, so are the twins for the first time.

Liv: alright, just walking up the precinct steps.

I walked up the steps and grabbed the keys from Elliot.

The private school had a main water pipe break and the entire school flooded overnight. So the school put everyone on vacation for about 8 school days. Kathy had practically begged Elliot to allow her to have the kids for a few days while they were out of school. He relented and let them go over. She even asked for the twins to come over. The twins just turned two not long ago and she hasn't seen them since the divorce two years ago. The twins were only two months old when the divorce finalized and she always told Elliot she didn't want Lizzie and Dickie coming over.

I was nervous and a bit anxious to get to Elliot's old home where Kathy still resided. Maureen never got sick, but when she did it was never worse than the sniffles and sneezes.

I pulled into the drive way and was suspicious as soon as I realized Kathy's car wasn't there. I quickly walked up the steps and knocked on the door. When there was no answer I got my key and unlocked the door.

"Kat? Lizzie, Dickie!" I called and heard two sets of small feet thunder down the stairs.

"Mama Wiviah!" they slammed into my legs, their two year old selves not yet reaching my waist. Being that they were born at just 29 weeks they were still small. They had started calling me mama when they could talk. We kept telling them, 'No, I'm Livia' but they wouldn't have it so we settled for mama Wiviah.

"Mama Wiviah! MoMo sick!" they said together and it got me wondering where the ten and thirteen year old girls were.

I bent down to the little ones heights and put a hand on both their backs.

"Okay, so where is MoMo?" I asked.

"Potty!" they echoed and ran off towards the stairs again making me cringe at thought of them falling down. There really should be a baby gate at those stairs.

I walk into the upstairs to see Maureen hunched over the toilet heaving. Kathleen had a wet wash cloth held to her head. Kathleen looked freaked out and Maureen just looked exhausted.

"Mo!" I called out worried. "How long has she been like this Kat?" I asked.

"I don't know Livie. She's been throwing up almost constantly since 5:30 this morning. At first it was only a little bit but now it's like every five or ten minutes. She doesn't even have the chance to recover before it starts again." The young girl's voice shook and hitched and a tear ran down her cheek.

"It's alright Kit Kat," I put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward planting a kiss to her forehead. "You did good sweetie." Kathleen was the only one who called me Livie, the others called me Livia. I liked it though, made me feel like she really liked me.

I put a hand on Maureen's head and noticed that she was on fire.

"Kat, grab your and Maureen's bags and help the twins get theirs." I ordered and the kids scattered.

"Mo, sweetie, where is your mom?"

"She's… not my… mom." she said through labored breaths and I nodded.

"Okay, where is Kathy then?" I said switching names.

"I don't… know… she left… about six o'clock."

"She left you here like this?!" I was appalled and stunned. Maureen nodded and heaved again so I grabbed the garbage can from next to the toilet and emptied it onto the ground.

"Mo sweetie, can you stand up?"

"I dunno," was all she said before standing up. Her knees buckled when she stood up straight.

"That's a no then." I whispered under my breath.

I grabbed Maureen off the ground and handed her the trash can.

"KATHLEEN, ELIZABETH, RICHARD! LETS GO, WE'RE LEAVING!" we all made it to the door all at the same time and we ran to Elliot's car. Kathleen loaded the twins into their car seats and buckled them while I drove.

"Kat," I tossed her phone over the seat to her. "Dial your dad and hand the phone back."

"Daddy, Livie needs to talk to you." I get on the phone and can hear Elliot's panicked voice.

"Liv, what's wrong?"

"Mo is sick. Real sick," I looked over at Maureen and she was just staring out the window, her eyes glazed over.

"MO!" I yelled and Maureen's eyes refocused a bit when she looked over. "Stay with us Mo." Maureen nodded.

"El, I'm on my way to the hospital. I have to go I'm about to turn on your back up sirens." I hung up and flipped the switch. Both my and Elliot's cars were equipped with cop lights in case we needed to get to a crime scene while we were on call.

Maureen heaved again, this time throwing up blood. We slid into the ambulance of the hospital and I grabbed Maureen while Kathleen followed along holding the twins hands.

"I need a doctor!" I yelled in my loud detective's voice. A nurse saw us and immediately called for the on call doctor and a gurney.

When I laid Maureen on the gurney the doctor asked, "What do we have?" his stethoscope already pressed to her chest.

"Uh, Caucasian female. Name is Maureen Stabler, 13, 82lbs. She has been throwing up for 8 hours straight and on the way here she started throwing up blood." I tried to get into detective mode but it wasn't working. When I finished speaking Maureen coughed and more blood came up. All the sudden Maureen looked up at me.

"Momma, I don't feel so good." I knelt down next to her a tear ran down her face and I wiped it away trying in vain to keep my own tears at bay. She had never called me mom or any variation of the name and it scared me to know that she was scared enough to want me to be there as her mother.

"Don't worry sweetie, the doctors are going to make you feel so much better." I kissed Maureen's head. It was a surprise when her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to seize.

"Get her to the OR, now!" they rushed Maureen off and twins clung to my legs. I picked them up putting a twin on each side. They weren't very big, only 30 inches tall and just under 25 pounds. They were still really skinning even though they both ate like little piglet's all the time.

"Come on Kit Kat. Let's go see if your dads here yet." I whispered and we walked out to the waiting room where Elliot was standing with his back to us.

"I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY DAUGHTER!" he yelled. "She came in here, not too long ago with a tall brunette, a shorter child brunette and a set of blonde twins! Please, I just need to know if she is going to be okay." He whispered the last part I could see the energy draining from him and being replaced with worried and fear.

The young nurse looked terrified of him. She wasn't going to know who he was looking for. They just got her and the nurse that was with them hasn't come back up yet.

"Elliot! Stop scaring the poor girl." I scolded and he whirled around.

"Liv! Is she okay? What happened?" Kathleen jumped at him and he picked her up holding her close. I led him over to some chairs for us to sit down in and started to explain.

"I walked in and twins came running in telling me that MoMo was sick. So I followed them up stairs and Kat was holding a wet rag to Mo's head. She has been throwing up every five to ten minutes for the last eight hours and Kathy just left her there to deteriorate." I was so angry with Kathy that I was almost shaking and you could see the anger rolling off Elliot in waves.

"I tried everything daddy. Soda with no bubbles, chewing on ice, small sips of cold water. It just wouldn't stop. I didn't know what to do so I called you because she kept asking for Livie." Elliot dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

"You did the right thing Kat." Elliot praised.

"Kit Kat, you know you could have call me directly sweetie." I reminded.

"Yea but I didn't want to interrupt you or anything." She laid her head down on Elliot shoulder.

"Kathleen, Have I ever gotten mad at you for calling me?" I asked firmly.

She shook her head, "No but Kathy does. She keeps calling us pests."

"You are not pests!" Elliot and I said together.

After a few days in the hospital, Maureen was good as new. They never did find out what caused her illness, but after six large bags of fluids in the first day alone, she began to recover.

Elliot filed for sole custody that week. He got it too. Kathy failed to show up until last minute, but being the fair judge that I know Jeff Lofka to be, he order for the proceeding to be held a week later. Well Kathy failed to appear again until the last minute so Elliot was awarded full custody and Kathy had no legal right to see them. Well Kathy lost her shit right then and there. I mean she went full out bat shit crazy. Little did I know, that was just the beginning.

**End FlashBack**

TBC

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