Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: SVU or it's characters. Although I'd be more then willing to play the part of Lizzie Stabler if an episode like this fic ever happened.

A/N: The new story I promised. This is season 12, my interpretation of what will happen in the finale. Everyone is the age they should be today.

A confident, young blond taps her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator to arrive at the floor she was to get off on. She twists her curled hair around her finger, glad she decided against straightening it. Downing the lasts of her coffee, she sighs in relief as the doors opened. Turning the corner, she puts on her game face to make sure a passing detective wouldn't think she was a victim. She holds her head high and walks down the corridor, smiling to herself as she listens to her new heels click on the floor beneath her. Walking towards the squad room, she winks at a young detective whom she's never seen before.

Deciding to play games, she walks up to his desk, brushing her hair back before speaking. "You wouldn't happen to know where Detective Stabler is by any chance, would you handsome?" She speaks in a seductively low voice.

"Uh, yes... He's at his desk over there... I can show you over if you'd like-" The detective begins to get up, but is stopped by the girl putting up a hand. He sits back down, amazed at the amount of domination she gave off.

"No need, I got it from here. Thanks though, Detective..."

"Johnson."

"Well Detective Johnson," The girl says, coming up to his desk and bending over to whisper in his ear. "I'll take your card, and maybe you'll let me play with your Johnson sometime." She murmurs into his ear. He moans lowly before she straightens up.

Taking a card from his desk, she points it at him. "Goodbye, detective." She saunters back, only to see Detective Stabler all too busy talking to his partner, who is perched on his desk as they laugh together.

Walking briskly over to them, she nudges the detective with her elbow. "Excuse me." She nearly growls, anger rising inside her. She turns toward her father, making it blatantly obvious she's ignoring Olivia.

"Hi!" She cries, throwing her arms around him. He immediately stands up and hugs her back before pulling away to kiss her forehead.

"I thought you were coming back next weekend?" Elliot asks, wondering if his daughter had gotten into trouble.

"Well, I was... But I just got bored. Plus, I'm more of a city girl then an outdoor crusader. How's the coffee around here?" She asks, holding up her empty cup.

"It's terrible. You shouldn't be drinking coffee anyways. Here, I'll fix you up with some hot chocolate." The girl rolls her eyes in defeat. Her father was stubborn, and she knows there was no way of winning with him.

"Catch up with Liv, I'll be back in a few." The girl nearly choked on her own spit. Liv? Once her father was out of ear shot, she sets her jaw and glares at Olivia, who was now sitting in her chair.

"Liv, huh? What do you call him? Pooky?"She asks, finding it harder to control her anger.

"Most of the time it's 'idiot' or something along those lines." Olivia shot back, ignoring the insult.

She was probably used to the accusations.

"Don't play games, Detective. Whatever it is going on between you and my father, end it." She demands as her eyes bore into Olivia's.

Olivia stands up, meeting her eye to eye. "There is nothing going on between us, Lizzie. You-"

"At least have the decency not to lie to my face, you home wrecking whore." Lizzie smiles coldly at Olivia.

Just as Olivia opens her mouth to set her straight, Elliot returns with her hot chocolate, and a cup of tea for his partner. Olivia sits back down with her tea, dumbfounded into silence. Lizzie thanks him and leans her head against her fathers chest.

"I hate to go so soon, but I'm meeting a friend." Lizzie says, bending down to Olivia's ear, whispering just low enough for only her to hear.

"Plus, it smells like slut in here." Olivia's eyebrows shoot up at her insult, but quickly covers it by smiling at Lizzie. The smile quickly fades into an uncomfortable frown when Lizzie shoots her a warning glare. She turns and kisses Elliot's cheek before heading towards the door, mouthing a goodbye to her father only.

When she was out of sight, Olivia sighs deeply and shrinks down further into her chair. She scrubs a hand down her face, trying to forget the harsh words that flew from the mouth of her own partner's flesh and blood.

Home-wrecking whore. Slut.

Even though she knows Elliot and her aren't having an affair, Olivia can't help but feel dirty because she has thought about what it would be like to be with him. Not just once either. She nearly jumps out of her skin when he speaks.

"Liv." Elliot speaks softly. His voice carries through her veins, but she couldn't respond.

Home-wrecking whore. Slut.

"Olivia? What did she say to you?" He demands. He gets concerned as he watches her eyes glaze over repeatedly.

"Nothing El."

"Doesn't seem like nothing."

"Just your average kid accusing me of having an affair with you. See, it's nothing." Olivia gets up abruptly, and goes straight for the coffee pot to get away from him. Problem is, he follows, getting closer then usual, and she's trying her best not to break down in tears.

"That's not all she said to you. Tell me the rest."

Fucking Elliot and knowing her so fucking well.

"It-"

"I swear, if I hear you say 'it's nothing' again, I will punch a hole in this precinct." Elliot threatens, trying to make eye contact with her, only to have her turn further away from him.

He can tell this is bothering her. She knows he can tell.

"She just said some things that I wouldn't have liked to hear... Ever." Olivia mutters, trying to put some space between them.

"I'm not asking again Olivia." She can tell he's serious. He rarely ever uses her full name these days.

"Your daughter called me a whore. To be exact, she said 'home-wrecking whore'. And my all time favorite, slut."

Elliot sighs deeply before answering her. "I knew this was coming," He sees the look on her face and shakes his head. "Not like that. Kathy and I split up a few months ago. She blamed you, saying you were taking me away from her, which is the exact opposite. She screamed in my face saying that you... Never mind. Point is, we didn't know the kids were awake and listening."

"I'm so sick of this." She takes in his curious and concerned expression and sighs deeply before elaborating. "Sick of people accusing me of being the other woman. Sick of your son asking me if I have. Sick of your daughter calling me a slut!" She yells, immediately regretting it because everyone is now gaping at them.

Elliot says nothing, just hauls her by her arm into the first interrogating room. Olivia takes in the metal table, the one various people have accused her of having sex with Elliot on. "So what do you want me to do, huh? Tell everyone that I'm divorced, yet again?" Elliot hollers in her face as his hand still grips her arm.

"There's one thing I forgot to say. I'm sick of your crap too." With that, Olivia rips her arm away from his, giving him one last angry sneer before she opens the door and slams it on her way out.

Olivia leans against the wall and wishes he'll forgive her, because she can't work without him. Not properly at least. She's not sorry for saying she's sick of the things his children say, or the accusations of adultery. She is sorry for taking her anger out on him, but feels even worse that she is somewhat sick of his crap. Not him necessarily, but their crap. Their completely idle relationship. It's constantly strained and put to the limits, but they never move forward. One of them, usually Elliot, asks if we're okay. She always says yes, because she never has the heart to say no. Never has the guts to say she wants to talk about it. In the twelve years they've known each other, she's the only one who's said sorry. Once. Not when he was lying on the ground with two bullets in his chest. Not when he was unconscious after a perp smashed his head into the window of his car. Not even when he was temporarily blind, when it would have been easiest to apologize for every wrong things she's ever done to him, every time she's yelled at him for something that wasn't entirely his fault.

The door opens, and Olivia snaps out of her haze. She locks eyes with Elliot as he makes his way over to her. He stops when he is just inches away from her face. Mouth bobbing open and closed, she stares at his lips and knows he's trying to think of something to say. Or trying to get the courage up to say sorry. Even though Olivia knows she should be doing that.

His mouth opens again to speak, but he's interrupted by Cragen. "We got a walk in. Liv, you gotta talk her into going to the hospital. She knows Elliot somehow, and refuses to speak to him."

Eighteen-year-old Catherine Swanson sits opposite Olivia, her hands clenching and releasing. Dressed in a shimmery silver dress, Catherine looks stunning except for her tear stained cheeks and ruffled hair. Olivia is already curious about her, since she wants to make her statement before she goes to the hospital, saying now would be the best time.

"What happened to you Catherine?" Olivia asks, studying the girl intently.

"I went to this house party," Catherine begins, taking a deep breath. "And I met... Him there. We got talking and it felt like we were making a good connection. He asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to get away from the blaring music, and I agreed. God, I'm so stupid..." She shakes her head, chuckling bitterly. "We went up to a bedroom and he kissed me. I pushed him away and told him I was only looking for a friend, and even apologized for letting him on. He grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. Somehow he managed to pin me and not rip my dress, and he... He raped me." She sobs quietly.

"Do you remember what he looked like?" Olivia asks, placing her hand over Catherine's to test her. Her eyebrows shoot up when Catherine squeezes her hand in response.

"He was tall, handsome, with these piercing blue eyes that just his jet black hair stand out more. He didn't have an accent which surprised me, because he looked like something straight from an Italian catalog." Olivia makes a mental note to ask her to work with a sketch artist after she got checked out by a doctor.

"You're doing great Catherine. Do you remember his name?" She smiles at Catherine emphatically.

"Matt. I never caught a last name... My dad always told me to ask for them, but it just didn't seem right, you know?" Catherine asks rhetorically.

Olivia takes a leap, asking, "Is your father a cop?" She sees Catherine immediately stiffen before nodding.

"Was. Shot in the line of duty."

"I'm so sorry, Catherine. Is that how you knew to come here?" Catherine shakes her head and looks up at Olivia.

"A friend of mine's father works here. Detective Stabler. We'd drive past here when we carpooled to school and she told me that her dad was a part of the SVU squad. She'd tell me all about him until a few months ago when she just stopped. It was really sad, because I loved hearing the stories she told about him. They were soothing, and reminded me of the good times my dad and I had."

"Who's your friend sweetie?"

"Lizzie."

Fuck.

Olivia walks up to Elliot's desk, plopping a steaming cup of coffee on it. "Catherine is at Mercy getting checked out. Had to drive her there because she refused to take an ambulance. She gave me an address for the house party after she worked with the sketch artist."

"Really? Want to pop over?" Elliot gulps his coffee down quickly.

"Yeah, but El... This girl knows you. She's Lizzie's best friend. Says that she talked about you all the time, until the divorce. I think you need to talk to Lizzie, Elliot. I think she's taking the divorce hard." Olivia says before sipping her tea, deciding it's too hot before putting back down. Elliot just stares at her, knowing she's right, because she always is.

"I'm sorry about what she said, Liv. It's my fault." He scolds himself, slouching down in his seat.

Olivia sighs. "Let's go get this guy."

Olivia and Elliot walk into the house through the sliding glass door, careful not to trip over the hundreds of shoes. They meet the eyes of a few teenagers, the rest too preoccupied with eating each others faces. They both smirk and scan the room, trying their best to match the sketch they got from Catherine to a face.

"I don't see anyone. Do you?" Elliot glances down and the paper again and shakes his head. He meets her gaze and they both descend towards the darkened hallway. Olivia trips over a cup, and Elliot steadies quickly before she falls. They both stop breathing when his hands don't automatically fall from her hips.

"El..." Olivia tries to hide the moan in her voice, but fails.

"Sorry." He misinterprets her reaction and voice, dropping his hands from her sides reluctantly. They continue again, coming across a couple kissing. The girl's legs are wrapped around his waist as he presses her into the wall with his weight. The left hand is knotted in her hair, twisting the curls in her fingers. The other is on her ass, kneading it gently. She leans her head back, giving him permission to kiss her neck. He does, eliciting a moan from the girl.

Elliot nearly stumbles into the wall as he recognizes the voice. He pulls out his cell phone to use as a light.

"Lizzie?" The pair of teenagers stop moving, and the hallway becomes still with silence. She unwraps her legs from the guy, letting her feet touch the ground again as she straightens her clothes out, adjusting the shirt that had rode up at the waist and down at the deep cut in the neck.

"Hi Dad."

A/N: Should this be a one shot or should I continue? Let me know. Review!