Things at the Special Victims Unit precinct were quiet. Captain Cragen was in his office. Olivia was playing solitaire on her computer. Munch and Fin were in court. Elliot was playing checkers on his computer. Kim was talking to Cragen about a recently closed case.

Elliot and Olivia, recently dating, were also sending Instant messages to each other, despite the fact that they were sitting across from each other.

Everything was calm, for the first time in a long while.

Just then, Fin and Munch got back, and Cragen and Kim came out of the office.

"Things are pretty much dead, guys. You get the weekend off, just make sure your phones are on." Cragen said, and everyone was up, and gathering things.

Then, a young girl walked in. She wore a private school uniform, her long, waist length brown hair pushed out of her face with a black headband, a back pack on her shoulders, purse on her arm. She found Captain Cragen and walked up to him, but looked scared.

"Can I help you?" He asks gently.

"I...someone told me I could find an Olivia Benson here." She said softly, her voice pleading.

Olivia stepped forward, "I'm Olivia Benson."

The girl turned, and looked at her.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Olivia asked gently.

The girl looked at her for a moment, before finally finding the words. She spoke slowly.

"I'm Isabella. I'm twelve years old, Miss Benson. My birthday is March 5th, 1996."

Olivia froze. "Get out of here." She slowly spoke. "Leave, and don't come back."

Isabella looked down, silent. "They said you'd do that." She said softly, looking back up at Olivia. "I just couldn't believe them. I have to see for myself. I didn't believe my own mother hated me." She lifted and dropped her shoulders in a shrug, hopeless. "I guess I just wanted to see for myself. I'm sorry I bothered you." She whispered. "I just wanted to see my mother for myself."

And then Isabella ran out as fast as possible, leaving Olivia with pain, memories, regret, guilt, and five people with questions she thought she'd never have to answer.


AN: Sorry it's so short. This is an idea I had, if you want me to continue let me know!