So this is my first fanfic so constructive and supportive criticism welcome.

I own no right to any of the SVU character.

Set during mid-season 16, Lewis never happened in this story just to be clear.


1-6th Precinct

February 21, 2015

3:43 PM

A knock startled her thoughts as Fin poked his head into her office. "What's up?" She quickly placed the photo inside her desk and gave up her search for a damn paperclip.

Fin started into the office with a file in his hand, "We got a hit on the DNA found on Amelia's body. A named Robert Hunt, he's a security guard who had a run-in with a local junkie not too long ago on the job, they had to do a report but in the end, it was justified." He handed her the file that contained the lab results as well as his arrest report.

"Well then why don't you take Rollins and you two go pick him up for questioning," she flipped through some pages. "Says he works downtown for Sterling Security, check the place out, see if it's legit or just a cover," she responded looking up from the file. He seemed like a regular guy, a few parking tickets and the one assault allegation, but other than that no serious crimes.

Fin nodded, "Ok and what if he doesn't want to talk?"

Her expression hardened and she cocked an eyebrow, "Improvise." He smiled in return and gave a small laugh, "that's what I like to hear." He walked out of her office as she shook her head. In the distance, she could hear Fin call for Amanda to load up. They walked out together as she began to scan over the file.

Olivia Benson blew out a breath as she looked around her office, it was still a strange feeling to be sitting here even though Cragen had left long ago. It all seemed surreal, she had everything she could possibly want. It was now her squad and no longer the squad she was just a part of.

She began searching through her drawer for a paperclip to keep the papers within the file as she looked through it. She kept shifting stuff around and found almost everything but a paperclip. Instead, her fingers settled upon a picture. Slowly, knowing exactly what picture it was, she slipped it from her desk to look at it. Olivia's eyes scanned over all the faces from her former squad members. They had just closed a case and were catching a drink at the typical cop bar down the block. On the right Fin and Munch were holding up their glasses as some sort of toast to their big win, as Casey sat next to Munch with a simple smile upon her face. Captain Cragen was sitting back in his chair holding a glass of club soda looking serious among the smiling crowd.

Finally, Elliot and Olivia sat at the left end of the red booth laughing at a joke Elliot whispered into her ear right before the picture was snapped. She traced her finger over his face and continued to stare at them. These were the glory days for her, she had no responsibilities besides her job. She was free to take risks and not worry about who she pissed off or who shot at her, and more importantly no one who she had to call home to.


Sterling Security

4:00 PM

Fin took in the atmosphere of the building as him and Rollins walked up the front steps. "Seems legit," huffed Fin. Amanda looked over at him and stopped for a second to take in the business as well. The stone steps and front, as well as the gold-trimmed doors, told them this was a qualified place for business. "I mean considering where we are, I'd say that it's pretty legit. Pimps don't hang around these parts of town." The rich atmosphere seemed highly prevalent in the surrounding neighborhood of huge houses and expensive cars on the streets. They continued to climb the steps and walked into the front door.

When they entered the receptionist straightened up and greeted them with a smile, "how can I help you today?"

"We're looking for a Robert Hunt, is he working today?"

"May I ask what this is regarding?" her smile never faded and the remark seemed innocent enough. Fin removed his badge and held it up into her view, "Police matter ma'am, we just need to ask him a few questions." He then put his badge back, she nodded in understanding then picked up the phone. She spoke quietly with the other person on the phone and after a few exchanges hung up.

"He is in his office, if you want to follow me I'll show you there." She stood from her desk and lead the pair to an office down the hall.

"This is his office if you need anything else just let me know." With that, she started back down the hall. The pair looked at each other before Amanda knocked on the office door. It opened quickly and revealed Robert Hunt, he smiled and opened the door to let them into the well-decorated room.

"Hello detectives, how can I help you today?" He motioned for them to take a seat and closed the door once they were inside the office.

"Yes we had a few questions regarding a case, do you know an Amelia Brown?" The man had just sat down at his desk and froze then looked quickly to Amanda. He nodded slowly, "She's my uh- girlfriend you could say." Fin noticed the gold band on his left hand and nodded.

"So she was your side piece?" Fin accused. The man subconsciously rubbed his left hand and looked down in shame.

"You could say that I guess, why what happened? Is she okay? I'm supposed to meet her tonight."

"Well that won't be happening, Amelia was found dead last night two blocks down from here," Rollins stated and Hunt quickly went white.

"What? No, no that's not true, we're supposed to meet up tonight I had to tell her the good news. I don't understand," Hunt's voice began to get frantic and he ran his hands down his face. "This can't be happening," he whispered.

"Tell her what?" Fin looked up from his notes and stared hard at the man.

Robert began to tremble, "I filed for divorce. I was going to tell her tonight. Now she's...," He began to choke on his words. "Are you sure?" Tears began to form in his eyes as he looked expectantly to the men.

"We found her ID in her purse and her parents have identified the body. We're sure." In an instant, the man began to weep. "We're sorry," added Amanda. Robert began to gather himself and wiped away his tears. He took a shaky breath and clenched his fist. "Can you tell us why she would have been in this neighborhood?"

"She was here last night, she came to drop off some food, I was going to be here all night doing paperwork. I wanted to see her, so I called her."

"Is there anyone who can corroborate that?"

"No, I was here by myself, but we have security cameras everywhere around here. I can ask for the videos."

"We'll stop by your security office before we leave, and for your sake, we hope they put you here all night or we'll have a problem. What time did she come by?" Fin asked.

"She came by around 11, and left around 1."

"She was here for two hours just to drop off some food?" Fin cocked an eyebrow.

"Let's just say we did more than eat food," Hunt whispered.


1-6th Precinct

5:30 PM

"He seems legit if you ask me, Carisi is going to pick up the discs once they get them burned, but we looked them over and he was there when he said he was. So was she," Fin looked at Olivia over his notes and she had her chin resting on her hands. She sighed and straightened herself.

"Let's wait to check out the disc timestamps before we jump to conclusions, did you put surveillance on him?"

Fin nodded, "Yes, and he wasn't lying about his wife. She did, in fact, kick his ass out after he told her about the divorce last week and he's been staying with his Mom in Queens. We have a squad car placed at both in case he sneaks away." Olivia nodded her approval and began gathering her things seeing the time.

"Well since I am officially caught up on all my paperwork I'm going to head out on time for once."

"Hot date?" Fin quipped. She smiled in good humor, "If you call making dinner with a toddler a 'hot date'." She smiled thinking about him, he was the light of her life.

"How's the little guy doing now?" She proceeded to pull out her phone to show Fin a picture from a few weeks ago on their way to daycare. Her son, Evan Elijah Benson, was her little miracle. She gave up on the dream of having kids of her own years before she had gotten pregnant with him.

"He's growing like a weed, I can't believe he's getting so big," they shared a smile looking at the photo. The little boy, who just turned three, had his mother's brown wavy hair and olive complexion. He was grinning proudly with his dinosaur backpack as he stood in front of his classroom. She looked from the photo of her son and met Fin's eyes, "You know what he told me the other day?"

"What?" he laughed only imagining what this mini Benson had said.

"That he was too old for time-outs, that he'd prefer not to do them," they shared a laugh over the creative kick this kid had. "He's a mess as you know."

"Oh I know, if he's anything like his mother, you have your hands full." She playfully gave him a hard glare as she placed her bag on her shoulder. Her and Fin walked out into the bullpen together continuing their talk about Evan. She glanced up and saw Amanda still at her desk.

"Rollins, Amaro," she called. The pair turned and met her eyes. "Go home." They shared a smile and Amanda nodded in acknowledgment.

"Okay, I'm gone," she turned to her computer and begin to turn it off as Amaro began putting on his coat.

After departing from the precinct, Olivia Benson made her way down the street toward her apartment. Once she got halfway home, she began texting her nanny letting her know she'd be home earlier than usual. Olivia loved her little boy with all her heart, but SVU still held a special place inside of her. Although she would love to stay home with him all day, she needed to work or she'd probably lose her mind. Her heart couldn't believe he was three now, he was growing too fast for her heart to handle, she wanted him to stay her little boy for forever. Her walk was filled with thoughts of Evan until she reached her building. Finally, she slid her key in the door and walked in.

"Mommy!" Evan ran over to her as she placed her bag down. She gladly pulled him up in a hug, "Hey big boy! How was your day?" they shared a smile as he proceeded to tell her about his day and the pigeons in the window at daycare. Her nanny, Lucy, started gathering her things and they exchanged their goodbyes.

"Mommy, can we make noodles, please?" the little boy looked up at her with pleading eyes. She smiled and nodded.

"Yes, we can make spaghetti, my love. Just let mommy change out of these clothes and we'll make dinner," she set down Evan to let him play while she changed out of her work clothes. She quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a sweater due to the chilly night beginning outside. Once she came back they began to prepare noodles and chat about his day.

"Mommy, they bought new dinosaur toys at school and we got to play with them!"

"They did? How exciting Evan," she placed his plate in front of him at the bar and she poured a glass of wine for herself. "What did you and Lucy do after she picked you up from school?"

"We went to the museum! And I saw a police doggie," she sat across the bar as they ate together. "You did?" she stated with enthusiasm.

"Can we get a doggy?"

She smiled a bit, "I'm sorry Evan, but we can't our apartment is just big enough for us right now. Maybe when you're older."

"Like when I'm four? 'Cause that's not too far." He shoveled some pasta into his mouth.

"Well, buddy you just had a birthday, but I was thinking more like when you're 14." She laughed a little seeing him struggling to chew the insane amount of pasta he had in his mouth. "Smaller bites love, we don't want to choke our food." The little boy nodded and swallowed.

"So the same time you'll tell me about my daddy?" Olivia paused mid-bite, she forgot that she had told him that when he asked about his father. The almost exact same conversation, how could she have forgotten that? She slowly let out a breath to calm her thoughts.

"Yes, Evan, around the same time." She looked down at her food suddenly not feeling hungry anymore and started to just push her food around a bit.

"Don't play with your food mommy, that's not nice," he scolded. She smiled softly at her baby.

"Yes, my love. You're right." She hadn't thought about his father situation in a while. Of course, she saw so much of his father in Evan, but she had grown used to it by now and hadn't really thought about it. It was still a sore soft for her and she wasn't sure if there would ever be a time it wasn't. Olivia hadn't spoken to him since a week before she had found out she was pregnant with Evan. He had no idea they had a child together, but it wasn't like she didn't try. There's only so much she could do, and even then she needed to focus her attention on her unborn child. She never regretted her son, Olivia loved him dearly, she just wished things had been different.

After his bath, they spent the night reading before he needed to go to bed. After he had successfully fallen asleep she began cleaning up dinner. Olivia poured herself another glass as she began to look over her case files. After about a half-hour later her phone began to ring. She reached over to the coffee table and picked it up.

"Benson."

"Hey Sarge, they dropped off the official tapes, Hunt was telling the truth. The girl showed up at 10:52 p.m. and it shows her entering his office a minute later. They walk out together around 1 a.m. and he stood at the front door until she walked away, but immediately went back in. He then goes back to his office."

"Did you check all other exit points?"

"Yes, he didn't leave his office until four in the morning. He came in late the next day and his toll pass puts him in Queens all morning. So, there's no way he did this, she was killed about a half hour after she left his office."

She sighed heavily, "Okay, so we're back to square one then. Tomorrow I want you and Rollins to talk to his wife, surely she knew something about it. I'll send Fin and Amaro back to the security place tomorrow again, maybe canvas the neighborhood again."

"Alright Liv, I'll let you go, just thought I'd update you on the circumstances."

"Yea, thank you Carisi. Go home, get some rest."

"Alright, have a good night."

"You, too," they hung up and she went back to her case files. Eventually, she got up and went to bed. She got into bed and peered at the small photograph on her dresser. It was positioned towards the back but she could still it if she wanted to. It was a photo taken the night of the Annual NYPD/FDNY Benefit Formal. She was wearing a satin green dress, she felt so beautiful that night. Her former partner, Elliot Stabler, was embracing her from behind as they smiled brightly. Unknowingly to her co-workers, they had just begun seeing each other on the low. He'd been divorced for about a year at the time and had professed how in love with her he was. That night he had swept her off her feet and she had felt so happy. Olivia loved him with her whole heart and had never felt the love he had for her before.

After the shooting, Elliot had left that day and she hadn't heard from him since. She was heartbroken because not only was he her best friend, but the one she had given up herself freely to, only for him to walk out on her too. A week later she learned of her pregnancy, their child. Olivia called him multiple times, but he never answered her or returned her calls. She tried in vain to get ahold of him in so many ways, but eventually, she gave up the fight and started to focus on her child. He bore her name, not his, Evan was her child and no one else's. Olivia refused to give Elliot the credit of being his father when he was not even aware he existed. She had raised Evan by herself and she didn't need him anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't want him there. Unable to dwell on him any longer, she sighed heavily switching off the lamp and rolled over into a fitful sleep.


Olivia's Apartment

Feb 2011

Olivia sat on her couch nursing a glass of wine, sitting and simply thinking about what had just transpired. She had held Sonya Paxton while she died in her arms for justice. She'd never had thought of Sonya as someone who would be okay with dying that way. She, quite frankly, seemed to think that Sonya would never die. The woman seemed that she would live on forever just to piss people off.

What was also so weird about today was that Elliot seemed just to show up at the time she most needed him. He hugged her and she struggled to keep everything together emotionally. Olivia's legs felt like jello and she could have practically melted right there if she did not leave soon. Her mind kept traveling to the how his breath whispered in her ear. She bolted before she could make a fool of herself right there in the hallway. Only now she was making a fool of herself in the privacy of her living room, herself her only judge. She stared down into her wine glass as she swirled around the dark liquid hoping that maybe her troubles would swirl away too.

A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts and she seriously considered acting like she didn't hear it. She heard the visitor knock again a few seconds later, but she still didn't make a move to get up.

"Liv?" She took in a sharp breath as she wiped any tears or mascara left under her eyes.

"One sec," she set down her glass and walked over to the door. Olivia opened the door and simply walked away to let her guest close the door himself. "El, I'm-"

"Fine, yea I know," Elliot finished her statement as he closed and locked the door to her apartment. He turned towards her and walked further into her apartment. When he sat down he noticed her red eyes and flushed cheeks, his heart broke slightly.

"How are you really doing?" She sighed and ran a hand down her face.

"I'll be fine," she whispered and looked down from his gaze and into her lap.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, I should've come back," he whispered back as she started to shake her head.

"No, El, you can't do that. That's not fair to yourself." Oliva looked up at him this time with a soft expression on her face. "Don't," she whispered looking into his eyes.

He nodded but didn't give any indication he actually accepted her words. They sat in silence for the better part of ten minutes before she finally cleared her throat. "How about I order some food, you hungry?"

He laughed a little, "Uh yeah, I'm hungry, but I ordered Chinese food on the ride over here so it should be here soon." She looked at him with a tiny glare.

"Of course, you did," as she broke her glare with a smirk. After the food got there they ate with light conversation. They talked about his Quantico trip and his kids, while occasionally talking about how her life was going.

"The kids are doing really well with the divorce, I thought they would be upset, but they were more relieved. Which I'm not gonna lie, was amazing," he said taking the to-go containers back into her kitchen.

"Well, that's great, El. I'm glad it was peaceful for all of you," she said trailing behind him with the rest.

"Me too, and Liv thank you for being here for me while I've been all stressed and moody, really means a lot to me."

He placed the containers in her fridge as she began washing the silverware in the sink. He closed the fridge door as she wiped her hands with the dish rag.

She turned towards him with a smile, "Of course, El, that's what partners are for."

"Oh, well, I mean Fin threw a pen at Munch the last time he gave him attitude," Olivia pushed him lightly and walked back into the living room as he began to laugh.

"Okay, okay it's not a partner thing, but you're my best friend," she said sitting down. "Of course I'd be there for you."

He sat down next to her as they faced towards each other. He placed his arm along the back of the couch as Olivia drew her legs under her. Elliot looked over at her and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, she wore hardly any makeup and was just wearing yoga pants and an NYPD t-shirt that had once been his.

"Today, scared the hell out of Liv," he said looking down as he scratched his eyebrow. "When Cragen said there was a body, I freaked… I thought it was you."

"But I'm fine, Elliot. I'm a big girl." He looked up at her suddenly.

"I know that, but still something could have happened. If that had been you… I-I don't know…" he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ward off any emotions threatening to break loose.

"Don't know what?" She spoke softly, leaning forward slightly.

"I don't know what I would do if something happened to you." Her breath hitched slightly as he looked up at her, his eyes a deep blue.

"Elliot you can't protect me from everything," he suddenly stood up and stared down at her.

"I know I can't, but God did you even realize how dangerous this was? Why didn't you have Fin or Munch go with you?" Anger started to weave into his words.

"Elliot, like I said I'm a big girl, I can hold my own. It was my case, she went into the girl's bathroom for God's sake," Olivia was beginning to get annoyed with his overprotective tendencies.

"I know you're a big girl, but you have to think about more than just yourself Olivia! I wasn't there so you just decided to act stupid? I mean c'mon Liv, what were you thinking?"

She stood to her feet and faced Elliot until she was eye-to-eye with him.

"Go to hell."

She went to move past him, but he caught her elbow and looked down at her, "you first dear." Before she could form a rebuttal his lips came crashing down on hers. Olivia instantly froze at the feeling of his soft lips against hers but bounced back quickly to return the kiss. Elliot slid his hand to her hip and turned her into his body. Olivia let out a groan when their bodies melted together. He could taste the bitterness of the red wine on her tongue as they battled for dominance over the kiss. Her hands fisted the back of his shirt as Elliot's other hand snaked its way into her hair. Slowly they pulled apart but their eyes stay trained on one another.

"Liv, I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have," their hands fell and Olivia fingered her bottom lip. "You had a rough day, I'm sorry about all of this, I just-"

Her lips cut him off and it began just as heated as the last left off. Their hands began to roam places only their eyes had and the kiss deepened with every passing second. Soon enough, Elliot had Olivia pinned up against the wall in her living room as their make-out session carried on. His right hand was flattened against the wall near her head as his left hand began to creep up the bottom of her shirt. Olivia arched her back silently begging for more when his hand reached the hot skin below her bra. She moaned into his mouth as her hands hooked behind the back of his neck drawing their bodies closer.

His arousal was pressed into her thigh now and both then truly became aware of the situation at hand. Slowly they pulled apart, but this time there was just silent glances as realization settled between the two. He began to open his mouth but Olivia cut him off.

"I wanted it too," she whispered softly. It was almost so soft he might not have heard it if she wasn't literally three inches away from her. Blue eyes stared hard into brown ones and silently they began to understand what was happening.

"Liv, I'm sorry I got so mad, I just… if anything happened to you I'd never forgiven myself for it," he could feel her breath hitch against his chest. "I love you."