Becca was walking home one day. Passing the book store she most frequented. She walked passed an ally right before a figure grabbed her from behind and pulled her in. The figure put and hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that was sure to come. They spun her around so she could see the face. "God Dickie, you scared me! You know not to do shit like that!" she yelled at him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like I did." he ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine, but next time, try not to give me a heart attack." she warned. "I know, I know. I said sorry." "I know you did." She kissed his cheek. "How did you get out of your house doesn't your mom have you on lock down?" she asked as they both started walking down the street. "I went to my dads place. He had a date."

Elliot and Kathy had been divorced 2 years now. After Elliot retiered, he was home all of the time. But he didn't talk much, he just sat around in a daze. After she drew up the divorce papers and gave him no other choice put to sign them, he cleaned up his act. He spent more time with his kids. He and Dickie spent more time together, and he even took Elie to his first ball game.

This was what Becca and Dickie did on Tuesdays. After she was done babysitting, they would meet up, and he would make sure she got home okay. "How was Ricky?" Dickie asked breaking the silence. "He was good. He's not a bad kid. Getting bigger every day." she smiled. Today, when she was watching him, he asked her if he was ever gonna have a little brother or sister, because he already had a big sister. When she asked who, he told her "you silly." and he showed her a picture he drew in school. "Becca?" she heard, snapping her out of a memory. "Yes, Dickie?" "What are you doing Sunday?" he asked. "Sunday? Babysitting from 3 to 7. Why?" She looked at her feet as she walked. She knew why he asked. "Bec, seriously, babysitting, on your birthday?" Becca didn't want to talk about it. "You do realize that I am your best friend, and that I know everything about you. You should be excited about it! The big 1-6!" Dickie tried to get her hyped. "Why should I, the one person who made my birthday fun, isn't here anymore."

They rounded the corner, and started down her street. "If your dad was here, things wouldn't be the same. You know that." It took her a moment, but she nodded. "Mhm, I know." She whispered. "I can't help but feel like he wa selfish. I mean-" "I know what you mean." he cut her off. "No! You don't Dickie. You have both of your parents. They both love you and your siblings so much. My dad died! Shot in battle, and he left me here with my mother!" The were at the front of her building now. "All she does is drink, you know that. And you know what she does when she's drunk. Sunday it's just going to be worse. A reminder of her biggest burrden. So yeah I'm babysitting on my birthday. It's a hell of a lot better then being my mothers personal punching bag!" with that she stormed into her apartment butilding, Dickie in tow. "Bec, you know I didn't mean to upset you." he appologised. "Yep." "I mean it, I'm sorry." he tried again, but with no avail. "Whatever." They were on her floor and walking down the hall way now. The faint noise of a door closing and a child babbling could be heard in the distance. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Bec, come on, don't be like that." "Dickie, just drop it-" "Richard?" Becca was cut off by an older brunette woman. "Richard Stabler?" He looked at the woman an instantly froze.

"Olivia."

There stood Olivia Benson, with a little boy in her hands, and a look of pure shock on both of their faces.