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"I need to know you can do your job and not wait for me to come to the rescue..." The words were still burned in Elliot's skull after these two long years. The guilt was still there inside of him. "...Otherwise we can't be partners." They were the last words that he had been able to say to Olivia because he hadn't seen her since. He had gone to work the next morning only to discover her desk completely bare and empty, which only added to his guilt. He had not been given the chance to apologize and take her out for a beer. To tell her what he really wanted to tell her. He loved her. Since then he'd dated other women and he always compared them to Olivia Benson and none of them were good enough. None of them were her. Elliot needed to find her but no one in the squad knew where she was. No one had seen or heard from Olivia in two long, exhausting years and they were all worried but she was a grown woman and they knew she could take care of herself.

It was a Tuesday morning. Two years and three days to the day he last saw the love of his life and he was completely unaware that his hunt for Olivia would get a step closer.

Elliot looked up to see Casey walk in, her usual leather briefcase in hand. She said hello to Munch and Fin before walking over to Elliot's desk and placing her case on the side of his messy desk.

"How can I help you, counselor?" he asked her professionally, looking up at her.

"I have something to show you," she replied, opening her briefcase and pulling something out.

A folded up sheet up of fancy writing paper. It was a letter.

"I got this in the mail yesterday. It is from Olivia," Casey told him as she slowly passed it to him.

Taking the letter, Elliot opened it and instantly began to read the perfect cursive writing that he was very familiar with. Olivia's handwriting.

It read:

'Dear Casey,

I know that it's been two long years since you or anyone from the squad have heard from me but it was beyond my control but know that I miss you and the guys so much.

Please make sure Elliot doesn't try track me down. I am happy where I am right now. I have a beautiful baby girl. She's four months and the sweetest little thing. Her name is Brylee Justice Benson. She has the shiniest blue eyes that remind me of Elliot but no he obviously is not her father. I promise to visit soon but I don't know when it will be.

I miss you... Take care,

Olivia Benson'.

After reading the letter, Elliot sighed and put it down.

"Where the hell did she send it from Casey? Where is Olivia? Don't you dare lie and say you don't know cause I know she would have put a return address on the envelope or on a separate piece of paper inside with it... So where is she?" he demanded, ignoring the request that Olivia had specifically disclosed in the letter.

"She specifically asked that you not look for her, Elliot. You read that in the letter. Leave her be. She's been through a lot the last couple years," Casey accidentally blurted out the last bit.

"How would you know that when it isn't disclosed in the letter, Casey?" Elliot asked confused.

Casey sighed. She was busted. "There was more to the letter. A part she specifically asked me not to show anyone and there was also a photo of her and the baby," she admitted.

"I want the address and I want to see that photo," Elliot demanded again.

Casey sighed. "I can't give you the address, Elliot. I need to respect Liv's wishes. Please don't make me go against them," she pleaded with him.

"I need to know that Liv is safe. I need to see her, hear her voice again. I miss her so damn much," he admitted, softly, so just Casey heard him.

"I know, Elliot. Believe me I know. I miss her too," Casey replied. "But I can't go against her wishes."

Elliot groaned in frustration. "Well can I at least see the photo of her and her daughter?" he asked.

"Sure," Casey said and pulled a photo from a digital camera printed out a sheet of photo paper from her briefcase and passed it to him.

Elliot took it and looked at it. He couldn't help but smile.

Olivia looked so happy in the photo. She looked exhausted as she sat up in a hospital bed holding a baby bundled in a pink receiving blanket. She was holding her up for the photo with her cheek pressed against Brylee's tiny olive toned cheek. Brylee was so cute and chubby, and she looked like Olivia's little clone.

"Did she say when Brylee was born and how much she weighed?"

Casey grabbed another piece of paper out of case and read off of it. "Brylee Justice was born on October the fourth at two fifty six in the morning. Weighing in at a whopping nine pounds eight and a half ounces," she relayed the information for Elliot.

Elliot nodded and decided to try one more time. "Casey, please give me her address. I want to bring her home. Where she belongs," he begged.

Casey sighed. "I don't think her fiancé will like that too much."

"Fiancé?" Elliot asked confused.

"Yeah, fiancé," Casey repeated.

Elliot shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly. "I don't care. I still want it."

Casey rubbed the back of her neck and sighed. "Fine. But I am coming with you," she told him.

"Deal," Elliot replied with a nod. "I will arrange our tickets online and we'll leave in the morning."

"Okay. She's in San Francisco," she finally told him.

Elliot furrowed his brows. "What is she doing there on the other side of the country?" he asked confused. "She told me she never wanted to live anywhere but New York. She was born and raised here and she said that this was her home."

"I don't know, Elliot. I can't read her mind. Just arrange the trip, and I will be back later. I have court in half an hour," she told him, putting everything back in to her briefcase and putting the strap on her shoulder before walking out of the squad room.

Elliot sighed and went on to the internet to arrange a flight for the next morning. He and Casey needed to bring Olivia back home where she belonged, with her baby.

*************

The next afternoon, Elliot stopped the rented car in front of a huge two storey home with a beautiful, well maintained front yard and a black SUV parked in the driveway. "Well according to the address in the letter, this is it," he said to Casey, sitting in the front passenger seat.

"She never mentioned her fiancé's profession and she didn't say if she is still a detective either," Casey replied, taking off her seatbelt and opening the car door as Elliot followed suit.

Sighing, Elliot nervously walked up the welcoming path to the front door, with Casey close behind. He raised his closed fist and knocked on the door.

It took a couple moments but the door finally opened, slowly revealing a tired mother with a gurgling baby girl in her arms and a small pink blanket on her shoulder.

"Elliot? Casey?" Olivia gasped. "What the heck are you two doing here? I said not to come," she snarled, trying to stay angry but she couldn't. She had missed her two best friends so much.

"I'm so sorry, Liv," Elliot apologized, "but I had to come see you... I missed you so much. I begged Casey for your address, then she made me bring her."

Casey just nodded and Olivia couldn't help but smile.

"You guys, better come in. I need to change Brylee and put her down for her nap before she gets cranky," she said and moved out of the door way to let them in to her home.

"...I need to know you can do your job and not wait for me to come to the rescue..." The words were still engraved in Olivia's mind. The pain from the word still deep within her heart. The words she had tried to forget but couldn't "...Otherwise we can't be partners..." The last sentence that Elliot had ever said to her. The words that worsen the blow. The final straw that made her decision to leave. Leave her home, her work, her friends. Leave him.

"Liv? Olivia?"

Elliot's voice startled her out of her thoughts along with waving of his hand in front of her face.

Shaking her head, Olivia cleared her throat. "Oh, sorry... I'm just going to change Brylee and come back. I will put her in her playpen in here. Excuse me," she said distantly and headed up the stairs.

Elliot and Casey looked around the living room. It was extensively decorated and spotlessly clean. Absolutely nothing out of place. There were lots of photos on the walls, coffee table, on the fireplace mantle and on side tables beside the couch. A lot of them had people that they did not know and quite a few had Brylee. Professionally taken ones and home taken ones. One contained Olivia, a man, with blue eyes and blond hair, and Brylee. In the photo, Olivia was laying on the couch with her head on the man's lap and what looked to be a newborn Brylee sound asleep on her chest, sucking on a pale pink and white pacifier, dressed in a pink and white long sleeved striped onesie.

"She looks so happy," Casey whispered from behind him.

Elliot nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she does. But I sense that she won't truly be happy until she is home where she belongs."

"Yeah, but if she's happy here, it's going to take a lot of convincing to get her to come back with us," Casey told him.

"Yeah, I know," Elliot replied with a sigh.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled both Elliot and Casey. Olivia was standing in the doorway with a freshly changed, sleepy eyed Brylee in her arms. "I guess you're both waiting for some answers, huh?" she whispered sadly and made her way to the playpen set up in the corner of the living room. She kissed her daughter's forehead and whispered something in French in her little ear before laying her down in the playpen.

"Olivia?" Casey finally spoke up after a short but uncomfortable silence.

"Sorry... Have a seat. Would either of you like a drink? I have coffee, tea, soda, juice or water," she offered.

"A coffee would be great, thanks, Liv. You still remember how I take it?"

"Yeah, El, I remember," Olivia laughed. "Case, what would you like?"

"Just some water please, Liv," Casey answered.

Olivia nodded and walked in to the spacious, modern kitchen.

She returned a couple minutes later with three drinks on a tray. Elliot's coffee, Casey's water and a glass of orange juice for herself.

"No coffee or tea, Liv?" Elliot asked.

Olivia shook her head. "No, I'm still nursing Brylee, so I refuse to touch caffeine or anything else that could be bad for her," she replied as she placed their drinks on the coffee table in front of them before taking a seat on the armchair opposite them. "We have a good hour before my fiancé gets home from work, so let's make the most of it," she told them and took a sip of her drink. "Ask your questions now."

Elliot opened his mouth first but the words wouldn't form so he just shut his mouth.

"Just spit it out, Elliot," Olivia said, refusing to remove her eyes from his. Oh, how she had missed his calming cerulean blue eyes, the sound of his sexy voice and the intoxicating scent of his after shave.

"Why did you leave, Olivia? Why didn't you give us a chance to work it out?" Elliot asked. The hurt evident in his voice.

Olivia sighed and ran a hair through her long caramel tresses. "Elliot, we were partners for eight years. We needed a break from each other," she replied.

"I didn't think so... And for two years?! How the hell could you just up and leave for two years? Then Casey gets a letter saying that you're engaged and have a baby!" he accidentally snapped at her. Accidentally waking the baby in the playpen. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Liv."

"It's okay, El," Olivia replied as she got up. "You have every right to be angry." She picked up the screaming infant and cuddled her to her chest. "It's okay, Bry, you're alright, mommy's got you," she cooed, rubbing Brylee's tiny back. "Uncle Elliot didn't mean to yell at mommy."

Finally Brylee settled down and Olivia sat back on the couch with her, turning back to her guests. "I'm really sorry, El, that I didn't say anything before I left but... It was too hard. Too complicated..." She sighed. "I fell in love with you, Elliot, and I got scared. I had never felt that kind of love before," she confessed, continuing to rubbed her daughter's back, to keep her calm.

Elliot groaned. "What the hell do you mean got too complicated? What got complicated, Olivia?... Cause I love you too..."

Olivia's eyes opened wide in shock. "Y... You love me too?"

"Yes, I wanted to tell you before you left."

"Well it's too late now," Olivia whispered sadly.

"What do you mean it's too late?"

"I'm engaged to Greg and he's a... G...great guy."

Both Elliot and Casey furrowed their brows in confusion.

"That didn't sound very convincing," Elliot stated. "Liv, is he hurting you?"

Olivia shook her head but it was as little too quickly and when she heard a car door slam, she flinched. "Greg is home. You guys, need to leave now," she said and got up, quickly heading for the front door.

Elliot and Casey got up and followed her to the door and got there just as she opened the door and her fiancé walked in.

"Hi baby, who are these two?" Greg asked with a peck on her lips before kissing Brylee on the forehead.

"Just some old friends from New York. They were just leaving."

"Good. Cause I want to take you and our little princess out to dinner," he said and headed up the stairs.

"We'll be back tomorrow," Elliot whispered in her ear.

Olivia nodded. "Thanks for coming, you two. Bye."

As soon as they walked out, Olivia locked the door and headed upstairs to Greg.

"Who were they, honey?" Greg asked her as soon as she walked in to the master bedroom with Brylee.

"As I told you downstairs," she replied and laid the baby in her pink, frilly bassinet on her side of the bed since Greg did nothing for the baby, all the responsibility was on Olivia.

Greg had told her from the day Brylee was born, it was the mother's responsibility to raise the children not his and not wanting to cause any problems, Olivia just went along with it, just glad to finally be a mother. To have the child she had always longed for.

"Don't get smart with me. Who were they?" he asked again, getting changed in to a fancy black suit.

"They are some old co-workers. Elliot, he was my partner in Special Victims," she finally told him.

Greg nodded. "Get dressed nicely. I need to impress some people. So wear that sexy red dress and curl your hair," he ordered. "Then dress Brylee up nice and cute and make sure she is fed before we leave. I don't want her crying in the restaurant."

"I can't help if she cries, Greg. She could cry for any reason."

"Well if she does, you will take her outside."

"In the freezing snow?!" Olivia screeched as she slipped in to the red dress.

Greg nodded and did up his tie. "Yes. I told you I need to impress these people and I can't do that if my child is screaming in their ear," he snapped harshly before storming in to the master bathroom.

Olivia sighed, slipped on her high heels and continued on with getting ready.

*************

"There is something fishy about that guy. I got a weird vibe from him," Elliot said as they got back in to the rented car.

"As if you could get a read on him in thirty seconds," Casey retorted.

Starting up the engine, Elliot nodded. "Well I did and something wrong is going on in that house," he told her as he pulled away from the curb. "And I am determined to find out."

"You think he is beating her?"

"No, I don't think it's that cause Liv wouldn't stand for that...but I think something is going on," he replied.

"Yeah, I think you're right. The way she flinched when she heard him slam the car door closed and practically kicked us out."

"Exactly," Elliot agreed. "We need to find out what is going on in that fancy house."