DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN SVU BLAHBLAHBLAH DICK WOLFE DOES i only own the plot to this story and Savannah.
Olivia has a daughter? Or does she???? this is a pretty AU story
"Congratulations team," Captain Donald Cragen said as he entered the bullpen; quieting all of the detectives. "You closed one of the hardest cases I have ever seen. You put a serial raping, murdering, and pedophilic, monster behind bars for life today. I am proud to call you my detectives," there was uproar of cheering, and clapping from the bullpen. "Now get out of here and go celebrate! You deserve it. I'll see you all in the morning, you're dismissed," with the O.K. from their Captain, the detectives of the Special Victims Unit headed out for a celebratory drink. Cragen watched his two lead detectives walk out in perfect sync. They were perfect together; they worked perfectly as partners, they were perfect as best friends, and he knew they would be perfect as a couple. He sighed to himself, somewhat regretting the rule that forbid them to be together. If only that rule hadn't been in effect when Stabler got a divorce, then maybe Benson could have been happy. But he knew that wasn't the only thing keeping her from happiness. There was always the father issue, and one day, Cragen thought; he would tell her the truth. The Captain shook all of these thoughts out of his head and went back into his office, settling into some paperwork.
It had been a few hours since he had dismissed his crew. Something had brought him back to reality and out of his paperwork. He heard footsteps in the bullpen. Cragen glanced up at the clock, 2:46 A.M. He hadn't called anyone back in, so who was roaming around? With hand on gun, he emerged from his office, as quietly as possible. Not wanting to scare away an intruder, that is if it even was an intruder. Surveying the area he spotted the source of the noise. It was just a girl. Cragen felt stupid for overreacting so badly.
"Excuse me," the Captain said, re holstering his gun, "can I help you?"
The girl turned around. She had to be in her early teens. She had tanned skin, and chocolate brown hair grazing her shoulder. Cragen had to double take. Her resemblance to Olivia was uncanny, the only difference being in the eyes. Her eyes were a deep blue, and they weren't as wide as Benson's. But he swore he knew those eyes from somewhere, where on earth did he recognize this girl from? The resemblance had to be a coincidence. Olivia didn't have any children, or siblings. Did she?
"Oh I sure do hope so Sir," the teenager replied. Her voice was thick and southern. Her words seemed to just roll out from behind her lips with great ease. "I was actually just looking for my parents, my, uh, real parents," the girl seemed timid, almost scared to get too close to the old man.
"Uh, you can have a seat over here," the captain said gesturing to an empty chair that wasn't falling apart. What was this girl taking about, finding her real parents? Coincidence. All coincidence.
"Thank you sir," the girl said with a polite nod. As she sat, she made sure to pull down her sleeves and pants as low as they would go, but it wasn't enough; Cragen noticed her fading makeup; she was bruised from head to toe. Captain tried not to stare at her frail body.
"Now, what's your name sweetheart?" Cragen asked the teenager.
"Savannah. Uh, Lynnette is my middle name. I don't exactly know my last name."
"What do you mean you don't know your last name?" Cragen asked, confused.
"I was adopted at birth by a family in South Carolina; The Cokers. They were extremely abusive," Savannah's deep blue eyes were becoming glassy, "the woman who was supposed to be my 'mother' beat me every day since I can remember, sometimes five or six times a day. She used anything she could get her hands on, a pot, a water hose, rocks, a belt, a thorny rose vine, and she had this whip. I can remember everything about it. Brown leather, an inch wide, five feet long so she could reach me when I ran, it had studs in it. They were metal and sharp. I could just look at it and feel like I was being cut," Savannah was trembling. She stared at a spot on the desk so intently it was as if she was in a trance, "and that wasn't the worst part. The man he made me call him 'Master'. Every night from the age of five to eight, he would, uh," Savannah was barely able to choke out the words between sobs, "he would ra- rape me," Cragen reached a hand over to her shoulder trying to comfort her, she flinched. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to flinch like that. Well after eight years of hell, I was put into foster care. Nothing got better, I was raped again by other men in other families, I was beaten by other people, outcast by my 'siblings', I got one good family once, the couple was in their 60s. But, it didn't last, the woman died of a heart attack and the man moved and couldn't take me with him. I lost the only somewhat family I had ever known, so when I went to the next family the cycle continued. I finally got myself legally emancipated, and saved up enough money for a one way plane ticket. So I came here. New York City, New York. The city of my dreams," the girl looked up at Cragen, her makeup completely washed off revealing her damaged skin, just starting to heal. Her intense blue eyes were red and swollen from the crying. Cragen had dealt with victims for his whole career, but there was something about this girl that broke his heart more than any other victim ever had. "I bounced around so much, I don't think I have a real last name," Savannah explained, wiping away the last of her stray tears.
"I understand," Cragen replied simply. "Now I'm gonna need your age, and current address."
"I'm fifteen. Ooh, address, yeah I uh don't so much have one of those yet," Savannah said, silently kicking herself in the butt realizing she doesn't have anywhere to stay yet. She brushed her chocolate tresses from her face.
"Um, okay. Savannah, why did you come to New York?" Cragen asked, still trying to figure out where he knew those eyes from and why this girl reminded him so much of his best detective.
Savannah pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and read aloud: "April fifth, 1995, Mercy General Hospital. New York City, New York. Baby unnamed, Mother Olivia B., father unnamed," Cragen choked on his coffee, there was no way this was coincidence anymore. Granted, it sounded worse than one of Munch's conspiracy theories, but there was too much evidence to suggest otherwise.
"Can I see that please?" Cragen took the birth certificate from the teen's hands, not believing what he had just heard, maybe just not wanting to believe it. He read it over and over until the words blurred together. "Technically I can't have a DNA test run without a pending case. But, being the captain, I think I can pull a few strings," he had to have DNA backing this up. He needed to know for sure who this child's parents were.
Savannah's whole face lit up with joy. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so so so so so so sooooooo much sir! I would be beyond grateful!" right then Savannah did something she thought she would never be able to do. She threw her tan, bruised arms around him; she gave the aging man a hug. She never trusted anyone enough to do that. But for some strange reason she couldn't explain, she trusted this man, she felt a connection to him. Cragen hugged her back; it was weird for him too. He had just met this girl an hour or so ago, but he immediately felt protective of her, like in a grandfatherly sense. He had never felt that way before, but he was going to make sure this child didn't get hurt again.
"You have a place to stay tonight don't you?"
"Oh crap. I guess I didn't think that far ahead," Savannah smiled sheepishly, "I have enough money to get a cheap motel room for the night, and tomorrow I guess I'll have to look for an apartment or something," oh man she really didn't think this out thoroughly.
"Oh no, there's no way I'm letting a teenage girl roam around the streets of New York after dark with no idea of where she's going," Cragen's grandfather instincts kicked in, "you can sleep in the crib until we can sort this out. Tomorrow we can get the cheek swab and wait for the results. Your gonna stay here until we locate your parents."
Savannah's ever so familiar eyes tripled in size, "Really?! That's so kind of you sir! I will find a way to make it up to you!" Savannah at that moment looked so much like Olivia it would be hard to tell the two apart.
"Don't mention it," Olivia was the closest thing Cragen ever had to a daughter. And if Savannah was hers, and he was almost positive she was, that makes her the closest thing to a granddaughter he had. And wasn't going to let his somewhat granddaughter be hurt. Cragen showed the girl the stairs to the crib and told her where she could grab a shower and gave her an NYPD shirt and sweats to sleep in.
Savannah made her way up to the crib with a "Goodnight Captain," Cragen caught another glimpse of her eyes and couldn't stand it. He needed to know who the father was and if Olivia Benson's long lost daughter was making her way up to the crib at this very second.
"Savannah wait!"
"Yessir?" Her accent blended the two words together.
"Why don't we go get that cheek swab now, I'll put a rush on it and have the results by tomorrow, then you can sleep as long as you want. How's that sound?" Cragen wanted to go out of his way to make this child happy.
"That sounds awesome sir!" Savannah was ecstatic and it showed, she bolted back down the stairs she was almost finished climbing and grabbed the Captain in another hug.
"Oh, and Savannah,"
"Yessir?"
"You can call me Don."
"Sure thing, sir- Don," she said with a smile.
its my first fanfic sooooooooooo.......... should i keep going with it or just stop there? i had this idea in a dream so i kinda ran with it, i know i know, its very farfetched. but its fanfic for a reason right?
