When most people become comatose, they usually either wake up within a month or never at all. Trevor was in a strange world in between. He could hear much of what was said to him, but he could not open his eyes or respond in anyway.

At first, it was maddening. He couldn't understand why he wasn't able to move. It took some time before he really understood that he was comatose, and that everyone else thought he was literally dead weight.

He could only smell and hear during his 16 months of incapacitation and most of the time, he smelled the sterility of the hospital. Luckily, they still bathed him, so he didn't reek the whole time, but the soap was hospital grade body soap and smelled like nothing.

He distinctly remembered the smell of rain and he couldn't understand why it was rainy all the time, until he realized it was a perfume, one that the nurse who took care of him most days wore.

He also remembered the smell of peaches, which he knew to be Alexandra. She did not visit nearly as often, but when she did, he got the low down on what was going on in his life without him. He wondered if she would have been so candid if she knew he could hear her.

Now, he had triple vision. His eyes were working for the first time in a long time.

"Welcome back Mr. Langan," his doctor said as if he had gone on some Jamaican cruise or some shit.

One of the Alex's was on her cellphone, probably calling her wife. Olivia Benson was hot. He could hardly blame Alex for tapping that.

A few minutes later, she came back to the room. "Trevor's dad is on his way here." He had been out to lunch with a friend when he got Alex's call.

Before Alex could call her wife, the detective called her. "Hey, I need you to come home. I caught a case," and Olivia could hardly take the twins to the hospital.

"I'm on my way."

15 minutes later, Alex was pulling into her parking spot. She called her wife. "I'm about to get into the elevator now."

Olivia waited for her to get inside before leaving. "Sorry to cut your visit short."

"Actually, I'm going to bring the twins with me to see Trevor. He just woke up."

"What?" Olivia was stunned.

"He just opened his eyes."

Olivia needed to process this, but right now, she didn't have the time. She just kissed her wife's face. "I'll see you tonight."

He woke up? Just like that. Weird.

Olivia made her way downtown to the hospital.

"Our victim was beaten and branded with some type of iron," Elliot told her as he met her out front. "She's really skittish, so it might be best for you to talk to her without me."

Olivia quickly threw herself into work mode. "What's her name?"

"Julia Winters, she's 24 years old and lives in the Bronx."

Before they could reach their victim, her doctor came outside to explain her findings. The look in her eyes was a somber one.

By the time Alex made it back to the hospital, they had a clicker for Trevor to answer questions. One click was no and two clicks was yes.

He had tried to speak but it had come out garbled. His vocal chords had to learn how to work again.

"We will have a speech therapist come in to help him," the doctor explained to Trevor Sr. He would also need physical therapy for several months. The first two months he would likely spend in the hospital and then they could start thinking about home treatment.

Elsa held up a cup to Trevor's mouth as he drank. Alex was right. She is easy on the eyes, and she smells like rain.

When he looked forward, he saw Alex with two babies.

"This is Lorelai, and this is Ollie."

They look just like her.

He tried to talk again, but it was still garbled. His brain knew what he wanted to say but his throat didn't seem to remember how to make it happen.

"They just took their first steps yesterday."

She talked to him about the twins and how they were growing so fast. When they started to get restless, she said, "I have to bring them home now, but I'll come back tomorrow with some pictures."

He tried to nod, but his head just kind of lurched forward.

Julia did not want to tell anyone what happened to her. The rape kit produced no fluids, but there was evidence of bruising and fibers recovered.

"I believe she was raped with an object," the doctor had told them. "We'll need to send the fibers to the lab to see what kind."

She also had lots of bruising. Olivia wondered if this was some type of gang initiation. She might be afraid of retaliation for talking to the cops.

"We can get you a protective detail if you're scared," Olivia offered. "Are you afraid that the people who did this will come back?"

"Nothing happened to me," she lied poorly.

"Your doctor's exam shows otherwise," Olivia said truthfully.

She still refused to talk about it.

Olivia left her card. "If you need anything, day or night, you can call me. We don't have to talk about the case. We can talk about whatever you want."

"You seem nice," she said to the detective. "Don't waste your time on this."

Without the victim's story, all they could do was canvas the neighborhood where she had been found hoping for witnesses and to try and see if there was any significance to the symbol that had been branded on the woman's back. It was some type of bird. They would know more once the scanned their photo into their database at the station.

Three hours later

"What do we have?" Olivia questioned.

"Nothing," Munch growled. "No one was around the area where Julia was found. She was dumped in area with no open businesses and no security cameras."

"The symbol doesn't match any of the gangs that we know of," Fin added. "And they're still running the fibers in the lab."

"Until our victim talks, we may not get anywhere," Stabler lamented.

When they didn't find anything, Cragen ordered them all home. "I want you back first thing tomorrow morning." They should save their energy for when they have a lead.

Olivia hated getting nowhere with their cases. The bastards who raped Julia were still out there and what if it happened again to someone else.

She headed home where a bowl of linguini and mussels was waiting for her. She didn't heat it up before she ate it, sounded like too much effort.

Alex came out of the bedroom wearing nothing, but Olivia's NYPD shirt and boxers. "How's the case going?"

"It's not," Olivia grumbled. "The victim won't say what happened."

Alex kissed her forehead. "I know you'll find a way. You always do."

"I don't want to think about work," Olivia told her.

"Then don't," Alex answered. "Focus on me." She kissed her on the mouth.

Olivia didn't need the rest of her dinner. She picked up Alex and took her to bed.

The detective wanted to forget the stress of the day and Alex was more than willing to submit.

Olivia pinned her wife's wrists overhead. "I'm in charge tonight."

Alex could see the desperation in her wife's eyes and nodded weakly. "Take me as you want me."

Olivia's lips crashed onto Alex's, covering any moans as she worked her hands under her wife's t-shirt.

Alex tried to stay still but her body involuntarily bucked as the anticipation of what was to come overtook her.

Olivia bit her wife's neck, knowing she would leave a mark. She had to possess her, to claim her.

"I love you," Alex breathed out as her wife bit her stomach.

Pleasure and pain coursed down her body as Olivia made it to the patch of blonde curls between her legs. A broad tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh, the tongue went up and down, tantalizing as it made each gentle movement.

Olivia kept lapping away until Alex was wet enough. She pushed her fingers inside her wife and hooked them, forcing the blonde to lurch forwards as she rubbed her g-spot.

"OH FUCK!"

She tried to move to quicken the pace, but Olivia firmly held her hips down.

Alex's knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets so hard. Her face flush, she was out of breath.

Olivia pressed down against her, rocking with intent as she fucked Alex silly.

Long legs locked around Olivia's hips. Alex bit onto her shoulder to cover her own screams as she came apart.

Alex may not always know the reasons, but it's clear to her when Olivia had a bad day. The detective clutched her ADA tightly to her as she slept. It was slightly painful but Alex didn't complain. She just kissed Olivia's ear and whispered sweet nothings into it.

Alex woke up to an empty bed. There was a note on the dresser from Olivia.

Wanted to try to talk to our victim again before she gets released from hospital

It was her dedication that made Alex fall in love with Olivia; it was also what made her have to miss her wife so often.

She hopped in the shower and when she got out, she saw that she would need to use cover up.

She carefully masked the hickeys on her neck. The scratch marks on her back and the bite marks on her chest were a different story. No one should see them other than her and Olivia.

When she got to work, after feeding her twins, having a quick breakfast, and getting the monsters to daycare, no one would have been able to guess that she had been royally fucked the night before. Her poise was flawless, and she looked every bit the ice queen that people feared her to be.

She got to her office and sat down, ready to work.

Judith talked more than she did the day before, but Olivia wasn't sure if her words were truthful. She said there had been three men and she didn't know any of them. She also wouldn't say where she was attacked or what she had been doing before she had been attacked. She just said that one man barked orders, one held her down, and the third forced some strange object inside of her.

Olivia was sure that she knew more; she likely knew the ringleader, but she was afraid of him for some reason.

"Did they threaten you?"

She shook her head. "They just beat me afterwards and left me in that alley."

"How did they get you there?"

"Car."

"What did it look like?"

"A blue Ford Taurus."

It was a little more, but still not enough to get at her attackers.

The only thing they could do was wait for lab results and start asking people she knows if they can think of anyone who would try to harm her.

"Before she moved out, she had been living in the dorms in Fordham," Munch pointed out. "Maybe her ex-roommate can give us something."

And the search continues.

It didn't occur to Alex that Trevor's room would be packed today. His firm was there, Audra was there, and someone called Channel 4 to be there.

Not wanting to get ensnared in the spectacle around his room, Alex flagged down one of the nurses and asked her to bring Trevor the photo album. She had made copies what she deemed were the best photos of the twins.

"Not a problem Mrs. Cabot."

They would only allow two people at a time to see him, and he needed frequent breaks as he could only keep his focus for so long.

"Where have all these people been over the past 16 months?" Elsa hissed. It wasn't just the visitors either. Now all the nurses wanted to care for him since he's a cutie who finally woke up.

"Hiding from the circus too," Alex questioned.

"It's like they all want to pretend that they care."

"Welcome to the world of the rich and famous."

"Are you heading out now?"

"Yeah, I have to go to back to work."

"I think I'm going to take the afternoon off. I haven't done that in ages." Elsa needed a break from these fake bitches.

Trevor was supposed to be listening to his partner's ramblings about how the firm was doing, but he found the photos in front of him more appealing. He had already heard an account of his firm from Alex, so he knew his partner was sugarcoating it for him now. Trevor would deal with it once he could read the hard numbers.

The photos on the other hand were real. There were some from the day they were born, some with his father the next day, one of them in the bath, some for Halloween, Christmas, and recent pictures of them standing up on their own.

They had grown so fast.

"Are you even listening?" Henshaw complained.

Trevor shrugged. Not really.

She was raped with a tennis racket.

"I don't even know what to do with that?" Olivia questioned. Unless the rapists kept the racket and they found it that was of no use.

All they learned on Fordham campus was that Juliet liked to party.

"She would get drunk and stumble in at like 3AM on a Tuesday," her ex-roommate told them. "I have no idea what kind of riff raff hung out with."

"Maybe she met a guy at a party, and when he brought her back home, she was surprised by his two friends," Stabler postured.

They kept trying to fill in Juliet's world, but no clear picture was emerging.

Again, Olivia went home frustrated that they didn't seem to be going anywhere.

When she got home, the news was on and they kept playing the story of Trevor Langan's surprising recovery. "Most people wake up within a month or not at all, but sixteen months later, he woke up with normal brain function. It's remarkable."

"I wonder if they'll make it a tv movie," Olivia muttered.

"I bet Lifetime is trying to buy the rights as we speak," Alex told her.

Olivia looked at her.

"What, they love kitschy stories like this."

"And what will they say about us in the story?"

"Don't care as long as Charlize Theron plays me."

"You don't think they'll be some kind of fallout from this?"

"Like what. We didn't cause his coma."

"Not that, I mean me adopting his babies while he was asleep."

Alex kissed the corner of her wife's mouth. "They're our babies. No matter what the law had to say about it they were ours. I gave birth to them. You gave me the strength to do it. Trevor played a part, and I want him to be able to know the twins, but they're ours. I don't think he's going to fight us on this, and it's not anyone else's business how they were conceived."

"How do you know?"

"I know the twins are ours because they call you Mommy. I know Lorelei is yours because she called you Mommy before she called me Mama. I know Ollie is yours because he always lights up when you pick him up to play peekaboo.

I don't know for sure what Trevor will do, but I know that he's a good guy who wants what's best for the twins and that would be the two of us raising them together in one home.

I also don't think he was in any rush to be a father and that pictures and occasional visits will be enough, but if it's not we'll get to that bridge when we get there. I don't want you to worry alone because we're in this together, for better or for worse, babe. You're stuck with me."

"What if he wants you back?"

"I don't think he was ever in love with me. I think I reminded him of Trey. Trey was his best friend pretty much since birth. I represented a part of his life that he missed, and he did the same for me. Plus, I'm pretty sure the nurse who has been tending to him all this time called dibs. He'll likely be distracted, as soon as he's operational again."

"How are you so confident?"

"How could I not be? I have you."

The two lovebirds fell asleep watching old movies on the couch under a blanket. It was a common tactic they used when one of them was on edge. Olivia slumped against her wife. "I love you."

"I love you, Baby."