Author's Note: So, I kept thinking of stories to write, just to keep my muse going. But I didn't want to write the same story lines for the same TV shows, so I decided to try my hand at writing it for Law & Order: SVU, since I do love that show. Up until now, I've been afraid of writing fics for SVU, but I now feel that I'm ready, because I now know what direction I should use to take this story and succeed in writing it right.

P.S. I'm a BIG Olivia Benson fan. I do love Elliot Stabler, but I'm not sure about them being a couple. I can't promise anything, though.

And I also like old school SVU, meaning if any other characters from the Precinct show up, it will more than like be: Melinda Warner, Detective John Munch, Detective Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Detective Donald Cragen, Dr. George Huang, ADA Alexandra "Alex" Cabot and ADA Casey Novak.

Background Story: This takes place in December of 2005. What Olivia has been able to hide from everyone is the fact that she actually does have a child, a little girl named Elizabeth Marie Russell. Izzie kept her father's last name. Olivia's husband, Jack, died in a car accident in the year 2000. Nobody knew of it, because they were separated by then. Izzie was born July 14, 1998, before Olivia was transferred to SVU.

Again, nobody knows about Izzie. When Olivia's at work, her nanny, Theresa Chalmers, takes care of the little girl.

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All day, Olivia had a nagging feeling in her gut that something was wrong. She didn't know what, though. She tried her best to work, to concentrate on her job, but it seemed pointless. She couldn't focus worth a damn when she had this feeling stabbing at her, not at all letting her go. All she could think of was the conversation that had transpired that morning.

Her alarm clock had sounded. After getting up and taking a quick shower, she walked into Izzie's room. The room was painted yellow, with strings of butterflies and ladybugs hanging from the ceiling. In a twin sized bed lay her daughter, who usually would've been up by now. Olivia's brow furrowed as she sat on the side of her daughter's bed, shaking her shoulder gently.

"Izzie, it's time to wake up."

The little girl groaned and turned over on her side. Her deep brown eyes looked up at her mother, and Olivia saw in them exhaustion and...fear? "I don't want to, mommy. Can I stay home today?"

Olivia was confused. Taking the back of her hand, she held it against Izzie's forehead. Sure enough, her head was burning up. She left the room, coming back only moments later with a thermometer. She put it in Izzie's mouth, waited, and when the beep sounded, she took it out. Olivia's eyes went wide with worry. 100.2 degrees. She looked down at her little girl. Izzie was staring right back at her mother, her hair brown, shoulder-length hair wet with sweat. Olivia put on a brave face for Izzie, and patted her head. "I'm keeping you home, today." Izzie smiled, and soon was fast asleep.

Olivia went and called Theresa, asking if she could possibly come over earlier than planned, today. Theresa agreed, and when she arrived, Olivia left for work, checking once again on Izzie, who was still sleeping.

Now it was four hours later. Olivia, every so often, called her apartment number, and Theresa would assure her that everything was fine. It still didn't help much for Olivia, though. But around 11:00am, when her and Elliot were handed a case file, she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her mind. She didn't want to jeopardize Elliot's safety over worrying and overreacting about something that was probably nothing. With a sigh, she left with El, not at all thinking about the fact that her cell phone was still on silent.

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When her and El arrived back around three, she sat at her desk, rummaging through the case file. They'd been called to a scene where a father had murdered his wife and two daughter's, then set the house on fire. They had his name, but were unable to locate him, as of yet.

"You doing okay?"

Startled, Olivia whipped around in her chair only to find herself face-to-face with Elliot, who looked at her worriedly. Over the last six years, they'd grown tremendously close, but not close enough to where Olivia would actually tell him about her daughter, Izzie.

Catching her breath and slowing her hearts pace, she gave him a brave smile. "I'm fine."

Everyone knew why Elliot got so involved with cases of murdered children...he had four of his own, but the fact that she did blew their minds, because as far as they all knew, she didn't have a kid, much less did she know how to take care of one and how to act when she was around one. If only they knew, Olivia thought bitterly.

Elliot kept looking at her, but, finally satisfied with her response, he went to his desk, which was placed exactly across from hers. He sat down and started going through his own files.

Time ticked by, and before Olivia knew it, it was almost seven. Olivia was ready to leave, but she still had an hour to go. That's when she heard a commotion out in the hallway, and a voice, so hauntingly familiar. She got up and walked over to the door, looking, trying to see where this disturbance was coming from. And the voice got louder.

"Ma'am...you can't go back there unless you have a crime to report."

"But I must see detective Benson. It's an emergency!"

Olivia's eyes were wide with fear. Theresa. Without thinking, Olivia ran hurriedly in the direction that the voices were coming from. That's where she saw Theresa, having words with a uniformed police officer. But what got to Olivia was Izzie, her tiny daughter wrapped in the arms of her babysitter, her face pale and flushed.

When Olivia got to them, she pushed the officer out of the way. "What happened?" she asked frantically, taking Izzie from Theresa's arms and settling her little girl on her hips, rubbing her back soothingly.

Izzie moaned. "It hurts, mommy...it hurts," she said in a raspy, whispered voice.

"Olivia, I'm sorry, but I tried calling you on your cell," Theresa said, her voice sounding not only worried, but scared to death. "She'd been getting worse all day, but I wanted to get a hold of you. Then, I checked her temperature again, and it was a hundred and two. It'd been spiking all day." The young woman, who was only in her early twenties, wiped tears that sprang to her eyes. "I didn't have her insurance card, so I brought her straight here."

Olivia, still worried, patted the woman's arm with her free hand. "You did good. Go get my purse and coat, and we'll take her to the hospital."

Theresa did as she was told, and then the trio waited for the elevator. It was slow, but Olivia was positive that in her worried state, she wouldn't be able to carry Izzie down all those flights of stairs.

"Liv?"

Olivia looked over in the direction that her name was being called from. There, she saw Elliot, who had spoken her name, as well as Fin, Munch, and Captain Cragen. Their eyes, as much as Olivia could see, held worry. They also looked hurt, and Olivia knew that it was because that, out of all the years she'd worked here, that this was the only time they'd seen or knew about Izzie. She had been planning on introducing all of them, but now they knew. However, she was sorry that it had to be under these circumstances.

Tears began to slip down her cheeks as a ding went off from the elevator and the doors slowly slid open. "I-I'll call as soon as I can," she told them hastily, stepping onto the elevator with Theresa, while Izzie was still in her mother's arms, crying softly. As the elevator closed, she could see all of them nodding curtly at her. She knew they were upset, but her first priority was Izzie, and finding out what was ailing her, once and for all.