A/N: After being away for so long or not publishing anything new, I have come up with a few stories. This one I have been working on for over two years. It isn't complete at the moment so hang with me. I have a few chapters done so far. I think I have gotten all the mistakes out, but then again I could be wrong. So enjoy the start of this and I will try updating it regularly.

It is an A/O paring, so you do not like this combo of characters you don't have to read it.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

December 20th, 2008

Manhattan, New York City

Christmas time in New York had to be both the most wonderful yet dreadful time of the year. Snow covered the city turning it into a white wonderland but it was freezing cold and the transport was a curse. Streets in the city were filled with people, all rugged up, trying to get the last of their Christmas presents.

Dreadful Christmas tunes, on repeat, filled the shopping malls giving it the cheerful but yet sometimes a depressing spirit. Christmas movies for young and old were played throughout the day and night. Fires were lit, bringing warmth to the people both house owners and the homeless.

Children of all ages sat in front of their log fire places with a bag of marshmallow by their sides, roasting them and the odd burning one.

Christmas to most was about family gatherings to celebrate togetherness and to share the joy with others. To others it was a holiday that cleared their bank accounts.

Children around the world eagerly counted down the days until Santa visited their houses while they're safety tucked in their beds. Front yards or just sitting on the front gutter sat a combination of snow men and women and forts, which were made for snowball battles. Ponds and lakes were iced over making it into an ice ring for hockey players or figure skaters to practices or just to have a delightful time on.

Christmas had to be the most delightful thing that Olivia Benson could wish for. This Christmas and for many Christmas's to come, the detective wasn't spending them alone like she had for many years. She now had her wife, Alexandra Cabot, and their daughter, Lauren. They made Christmas enjoyable for Olivia, especially their daughter.

Each night when Alex would read Lauren a story, the sleepily four year old would ask if Santa was coming that night. Alex would shake her head and tell her the actual days when he would come.

Lauren was much like Alex. She had the shinny straight blonde hair, the sky clear blue eyes, the stubbornness and keen intelligence in some categories and she loved to read, draw and she learned something new everyday. Both women were proud of their baby girl. They wouldn't know what to do if anyone who would try to harm her.

This cold particular night just days from Christmas Day, Olivia jolted awake from being kicked hard in the back of the thigh. After she had gotten her heart slowed down, the detective looked at the bright numbers that read it was three in the morning. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she looked over her shoulder. She could make out the two sleeping blondes next to her. Lauren was the one doing the violent kicking. Even when she was still in the womb, Lauren was a kicker. It drove Alex insane, even though people told her it was a magical feeling to feel a baby kick. The blonde couldn't get comfortable for several minutes. As soon as she did get comfortable, the kicking of the kidneys or the pressure on the bowels would make Alex stand again. Being in a court room was the hardest time for Alex during her pregnancy. Having to go to the toilet or cramps or the yelping when she had receive a hard kick every five minutes didn't make her, the judge or anyone else in the room impressed.

The four year old had woken them both with her crying. She had a nightmare about monsters chasing her. Alex had brought her back to their bed where she fell back asleep with the feeling of safety and comfort from her mothers'.

Olivia rolled onto her other side and grabbed Lauren's twitching foot. The sleeping four year old grunted, gave another hard kick in Olivia's hand then rolled over and snuggled closer into her blonde mother. Alex sighed deeply in her sleep before wrapping her arm around the small body. Even during her sleep, Alex protected her pride and joy.

Olivia smiled as she watched them sleep. They both looked relaxed. Alex being the Bureau Chief meant looking out for a group of men and women who wanted to become great lawyers. That made her sometimes stressed and irritated when she arrived home. And Lauren being an ordinary four year old meant she had a bundle of energy that her mothers' had to keep up with.

Olivia reached over Lauren to lace her fingers with Alex's. The blonde eyes slowly opened, blinked a couple of times and looked at Olivia who'd smiled. Alex returned her a smile then closed her eyes again and gave Olivia hand a squeeze before drifting back to sleep with smile on her lips. Olivia soon fell asleep with a giant smile upon her lips.

The next time Olivia woke she was alone. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looked at her clock and noticing it now was half past seven. She sat up and ran her fingers through her shoulder length bed hair then stretched her arms above her head, whining at the pops that occurred up her spine.

"Morning, sleepy head," she heard Alex say.

Opening her eyes, Olivia noticed Alex dressed in her robe and was holding two mugs in their bedroom doorway. "Hey, one of those for me?" she asked with a sleepily smile.

"Well, I'm not planning to give it to Lauren. She's already has enough energy this morning. So yeah, it for you," Alex replied, walking over to the bed and handing one over. The blonde sat on the bed then stood back up. Olivia watched as she moved the covers back and pulled out a toy stuffed bunny, whose name was Rocky.

Rocky had to be Lauren most favorite, oldest stuffed toy. He was dark brown with white paws. He was given to Lauren from Cragen when she was a newborn. Everywhere Lauren went, Rocky was always nearby. Alex sat back down and placed the stuffed bunny at the end of the bed, with the other toys Lauren had left behind each time she been in their room.

Alex pulled out the newspaper from her robe pocket and handed it to Olivia. Olivia thanked her with a kiss and pulled out Alex's favorite part of the paper, passing it back to the blonde and opened hers. "Where's Lauren?" Olivia asked scanning the articles.

"Watching Rugrats," Alex replied sipping her tea as she read the first article of the business section.

"Mama," Lauren squealed as she ran into the room.

Olivia laughed as the whirlwind of their daughter did a nose dive into the bed. "Not anymore." The four year old crawled on the bed with the help of Alex. Olivia held the mug higher so Lauren wouldn't spill it. "Hey baby," she greeted the energetic girl with a kiss on the forehead.

"What happened to Rugrats?" Alex asked as she played with Lauren's pajama shirt, that happened to be one of Olivia's NYPD shirts.

"Finished," Lauren replied before crawling to the end of the bed and grabbing Rocky. She started playing with his ears, pulling and twisting them.

Olivia groaned when her cell started to buzz against the wooden surface of her bedside table. She leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed it. "Benson," she answered. "Morning El," she paused to listen to her partner. "Okay, I'll meet you there in 30 minutes." Olivia hung up and placed the silver device back on the table along with her mug.

"New case?" Alex asked when Olivia slipped out of the bed started grabbing a pair of black jeans and a red and white skive from the closet.

"Yeah. Meeting Elliot at the hospital," Olivia replied before going into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

"Mama has to go?" Lauren asked crawling back to Alex. Alex nodded and pulled Lauren and Rocky into her lap. "Can I?"

"Not today sweetie," Alex replied, kissing the side of her daughter's head. "Let's get some breakfast." The blonde lifted Lauren off her lap and carried her into the kitchen.

Once Olivia finished her shower she grabbed her badge and gun from the lock box she kept in the closet and placed them on her belt along with her cell. She pulled on her boots then headed to the kitchen. Alex handed her a piece of toast that she just finished buttering and Olivia thanked her. She then kissed Lauren's head. "I'll see you later, baby-girl. You be good for Mommy."

Lauren nodded and continued to eat her warm oatmeal and honey. Olivia turned to Alex and wrapped her arms around her.

"You'll ring me later?" Alex asked, looking into the dark eyes.

"As soon as I can," Olivia replied giving her a kiss. She slipped on her jacket and scarf. With one last wave to her girls, she left their apartment.

The sound of people chatting or moaning echoed in Olivia ears as she walked down the hall of the hospital holding two Styrofoam coffee cups. She saw her partner sitting in the blue plastic chairs, looking over his notes. She walked up to him and held it in front of his face.

"It might have turned into ice coffee by now. It's freezing out there," she said shriving. "What have we got?" she asked him.

Elliot stood up making Olivia take a step back. "A little girl named Katie, aged 6. Found with her mother's body in their apartment. The mother didn't make. Katie has a gash to her head and cheek, fractured arm and they did a rape kit came back positive."

Olivia groaned as she closed her eyes. "Have you tried to talk to her?" she asked.

"As soon as I stood in the room, she started screaming," Elliot replied. "So I thought you could…"

"Okay. Give me a few minutes," Olivia said handing him her coffee cup and walked into the room. A little girl was coloring but once she heard the door open she dropped the crayons and looked up, her green eyes filled with fear. "It's okay, sweetie. My name is Olivia. I'm a police officer. I'm not going to hurt you," she said as she walked over to the hospital bed and pulled out her badge. "See?" Katie held the doll in her hand that was in the pink cast and looked at the badge. She then slowly reached out and ran her fingertips over it. "You can hold it, if you like," Olivia said as she handed her badge to the little girl.

"Olivia," Katie whispered. Olivia just managed to hear it.

Olivia smiled. "Yeah, sweetheart and your name is Katie, right?" she asked and Katie nodded as run her fingers across the shield taking in the way it felt under her fingertips. The detective observed Katie as she embraced the badge against her small chest along with the doll that Olivia noticed had blood on the pink frilled dress. "What's your friend name sweetie?"

"Emily," Katie replied as she held the doll tighter, making sure the pretty policewoman wouldn't take her.

"That's a pretty name. Where did you get Emily from?" Olivia asked, grabbing a seat pulling it close to the bed. She had to gain the little girls trust before she went into the details of the rape.

"My Mommy and Daddy for my birthday," Katie replied said sadly.

"That was sweet of them."

"Mommy not coming back, is she? She went with the angels," Katie said making Olivia's heart drop to her boots. Her heart really broke listening to this little girl. All their cases involving children broke their hearts.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Olivia replied reaching out to sooth her but pulled back when she saw Katie flinch away.

"He did it," Katie said throwing Olivia's badge on the table, near her coloring books making it clatter against the wooden surface.

Olivia got up and sat on the edge of the bed, ready to comfort the broken child. "Who did what, sweetie?" She was getting somewhere.

"That man who hurt my Mommy," Katie replied, looking up at Olivia. Tears started to roll down the girl bruised cheeks.

"Katie, can you tell me what the man who hurt your Mommy looked like?"

Katie sobbed loudly but nodded.

"I know it's scary but can you remember what sort of hair he had? If he had shorter or longer hair than mine?" Olivia asked pointing to her head.

"Short," Katie replied holding Emily tighter. "He had a cut here like me," she added pointing to the gash on her own cheek.

Olivia wrote everything Katie described. After Katie had finished, she was crying hysterically. Olivia tried to calming her down before she made herself sick but failed, Emily threw up. Olivia dodged the vomit then quickly reached for the call button and pushes it repeatedly. A nurse had entered then called out to one of her fellow nurses and another one entered with a needle in hand and gave Katie a sedative that made her drowsy. Olivia grabbed her badge from the table and turned to leave when Katie called out.

Olivia turned back. "Yes sweetheart?"

"Will you come back?" Katie asked looking at Olivia with red glassy eyes. The drugs had already taken affect.

"Sure sweetie. I come back when you wake up from your nap," the detective replied. Katie closed her eyes and her breathing evened out in matter of seconds. Olivia left the room and joined Elliot in the hall. "How could someone do that to a little girl? She's just a baby. No older than Lauren."

"You okay?" Elliot asked. Olivia looked at him with a 'does it look like I'm okay' look. Elliot got the message. "Her father is on his way. He had a conference meeting in Boston. Did she describe the perp?" Elliot asked looking into Olivia sad brown eyes.

The female detective nodded. "A large man, short black hair, scars on his left cheek and he smelt like burnt toast," Olivia read off her list as they waited for Katie's father to show. That day was going to be a long, cold miserable day for the Detectives.