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A/N: Well, here's part two!

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It's been three years since Karla found her biological parents. Although, she had a mom and dad, she still didn't feel complete. Karla was sitting at the kitchen table working diligently on finishing her homework.

Her mother, Detective Olivia Benson, was in the shower and getting ready to go to work. Karla was getting frustrated with the advanced math homework that her teacher had given her. She'd been skipped ahead to sixth grade due to the fact that she was highly intelligent and she was the top of her class at Nicole C. Davis Middle School.

There was a knock at the door and Karla got up to see who it was. She peeked through the crack as she slowly opened the door. She saw that it was her dad, Detective Elliot Stabler, who came to pick her and her mother up.

"Daddy!" Karla exclaimed as she yanked the door open and jumped into his arms.

"Hi baby," he said, "Are you ready to go?"

"Almost. Mom is still in the shower and I'm having trouble with the last few problems on my homework. Could you help me?" she asked batting her lashes.

"Sure. If I can," he said with a chuckle.

He set Karla on her feet and they went to tackle the homework. Olivia had just finished her shower and was dressed when she heard Karla greet her father at the door. She smiled inwardly. Although she'd wanted a child for so long, she still couldn't get over the fact that the miracle she has is the product of her and her best friend.

She walked out of her bedroom and saw her daughter and partner mulling over the math problems that Karla had for homework. Elliot had a funny look on his face and Karla had a determined one. She looked like her father with that look. Olivia chuckled and Elliot looked up.

"Hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey," Olivia replied, "How's it going kiddo?"

Karla looked up and sighed. "I think I've got it right, but I might've misplaced an exponent," said Karla.

"Let me see," said Olivia. Karla handed her homework to her mother. Olivia looked down at the paper and studied the problems written on the page. They seemed correct to her.

"Looks good to me," she said giving her daughter her homework back, "Now, go get your stuff so we can go. We're going to be late."

Karla left the room to get her things for school. Olivia turned to Elliot. "What are we going to do when she goes to high school?" Elliot asked with a smirk.

"I have no idea. I don't want to think that far ahead," Olivia said. Elliot chuckled. Karla came out with her backpack on ready to go.

"What's funny?" she asked.

"Nothing sweetie. Daddy is being funny," replied Olivia who narrowed her eyes at her partner. Elliot gave her his signature grin. Karla looked from one parent to the other. A plan formulated in her mind. She'd found out that her dad was divorcing her aunt and soon would be a free man. Although she loved her aunt to death, she couldn't picture her dad with her. She wanted her parents together.

Olivia looked down at Karla, who was still lost in thought. Elliot looked at his daughter and chuckled. He could almost see the wheels turning as though she was planning something.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Karla snapped out of her thoughts and said, "Nothing. I'm ready. Let's go."

Elliot looked up at his partner who nodded, as though she read his thoughts. Karla took her mother's hand and they walked out the door.

After Karla was dropped off at school, Elliot and Olivia arrived at the station. They walked in and saw that files were piling up on their desks. Olivia groaned slightly and Elliot shook his head.

Detectives John Munch and Odafin "Fin" Tutuola were draped in their own paperwork. They were so backed up that it was unreal. Olivia booted up her computer and began working on a few folders. Elliot did the same.

"So," said Munch, "How's the girl genius?" Olivia looked at Munch and grinned.

"She's good," Olivia replied. Munch nodded.

They went back to work again. After a few hours, Olivia had neared the bottom of the pile when she noticed an envelope with her name on it. Her brows knitted together. She opened it and saw that it was a letter from an anonymous party. Olivia was confused. Who would be writing to her? She gasped and looked up at Elliot.

"What is it, Liv?" Elliot asked. Olivia looked over the letter again and then gave it to Elliot for him to read. Elliot skimmed the letter and looked at his partner. The fury showed behind his baby blue eyes.

"I can't believe this," she said. Munch and Fin looked up from their files.

"What's up?" asked Fin with concern.

"Someone sent me a letter stating that they found out who had ordered my eggs and Elliot's sperm to be taken from us. It doesn't say who sent it," she replied.

"Who do they say took the stuff?" asked Munch.

Elliot looked at her and said, "A Dr. Allen Michaels at the hospital Olivia and I were treated at due to injuries."

"The letter also states that this isn't the first time something like this has happened and that we should investigate this," said Olivia.

"There's not much to go on," said Munch.

"Well, we've got to start somewhere," growled Elliot. Munch nodded.

"I'll get the paper and envelope to forensics. See if they can get prints or DNA," said Fin. He picked them up and left.

"I'll check and see if Dr. Michaels is still in the business," said Munch. Olivia nodded her thanks, got up, and walked off.

Elliot sat at stared after her, wondering if he should give her some space or go after her. His heart told him to go, but his mind was telling him to stay. He followed his heart and went to find his best friend. When he did find her, she was on the roof sitting down on the ledge looking over the city. Elliot approached her slowly.

"Liv? You okay?" he asked, concern etching his voice.

Olivia wiped her face and looked at him. She nodded. He knew it was a front. He could see the tears marks on her face and her eyes were red.

"I'm fine El," she said.

"Uh huh," he replied as he sat down next to her, "So, let me guess, allergies?" She laughed.

"Okay, so I was crying. I don't know whether to be relieved or to be angry or anything. I feel so jumbled," she said, tears falling again.

"I would've thought that you would be happy to find out who did this, who caused Karla the pain because of the crime they committed," he said calmly.

"Elliot, there's no proof that it's true. How do we know that the letter is from a real person and that it's not someone messing with us?" she said.

"I know Liv, but it's all we have to go on. Like I said earlier, we've gotta start somewhere," he said putting a hand on her shoulder.

Olivia nodded and said, "I know. It's just that I hope it's not a game. I don't like being toyed with." Elliot smirked and nodded in agreement to the statement.

A/N: So? What did you think? Should I go on?