Okay, soooo, I know I have other stories that I have neglected to update, but now that I'm done with college for the summer, I'll be able to update more often. I needed to get this written, and out there, before I forgot it, and hopefully people are interested in it. Came to me while I was babysitting a friend's baby. Anyway, I hope no one thinks I'm trying to copy their story, because I know the whole "olivia getting kids" has been done time and time again...anyway, on to the story.
P.S. I made Olivia around 37, and Elliot 39
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SVU; DICK WOLF DOES, BUT HOPEFULLY I'LL GET HIM TO HIT ME WITH HIS CAR, SO I CAN GUILT HIM INTO GIVING THEM TO ME ;)
She looks down at the paper in her hand, her signature on the bottom. Each detail filled out perfectly, dated, and initialed. She takes in a deep breath, knowing what she's about to do will change not only her life, but also the life of each individual she has had contact with since that night.
Letting out a deep sigh, she picks up the .45, letting the cold metal linger in her hand as she contimplates what to do next. She knows she's making a difficult decision, not only for her, but for her family as well, but she knows she can't go on. At least she has the decency to find her family a nice, stable home.
She folds the papers, placing them into a small envelope, before placing the gun back on her desk. She can't, won't do it now, she'll just have to wait until she's certain her children are safe. She's made the decision, and figures it's best this way. Grabbing another sheet of paper from the printer near her feet, she decides how to word what she's currently feeling. Placing the paper on her desk, she unscrews the cap on the ballpoint pen, and begins to write a letter she knows will cause another investigation.
Before she can get past addressing the person she wishes to, she stops, taking in for once that this might be a bad idea. Maybe she shouldn't go through with this. She thinks back, going over what got her to this point in the first place.
2 months earlier
She sits near the corner of the desk, watching as the lead detectives of her case discuss something in private near the file cabinet. The woman detective, a taller brunette woman in her late thirties, maybe earlier forties, nods her head at something her partner says, before she runs a hand through her wavy brown locks. Her partner smiles at her, placing one hand on her shoulder, before staring into her eyes.
She knows she shouldn't be watching a moment this intimate, but she can't help it. It's such a beautiful sight to see, and after the hell she's had, she figures she deserves to see something happy. She watches as his blue eyes meet her brown, before she finds herself smiling. He places his hand on the small of her back, before he leads her back to their conjoined desks, back to her.
The woman detective lets out a small sigh, rubbing the last bits of sleep from her eyes, before she turns to their newest victim. "Valerie, how about we take this somewhere a bit more private?" the detective asks, as she places her hand over Valerie's. She knows she's in shock, as any woman should be, so she takes things slowly, careful not to make her feel too uncomfortable.
Valerie looks up and nods quietly, standing from her chair and following the two detectives out of the squadroom and into interview room one. The detective motions for Valerie to take a seat, and when she does, she closes the door, making sure her partner is right next to her. "Valerie, this is Detective Stabler, he's my partner," she says, addressing the older gentleman beside her.
Valerie nods, shifting slightly in her seat. The last time she was this close to a man, he had her wedged between himself and a brick wall. "Detective Benson," she whispers, her blue eyes meeting her brown, "Do you think I could-" Before she can finish, Detective Stabler steps closer to the chair that seats their victim.
"Valerie, I know you're scared, but we're here to help you." His words are soothing, his voice calm, but the two can't help but notice the way Valerie jerks in her seat, shifting away from the man.
Detective Benson sees this, and everything becomes clear. She doesn't trust men, and who could blame her. The poor woman came into the squadroom, battered and bruised, her tears having smeared her make-up all over her face. She quickly grabs her partner's shoulder, tugging him back slighty. "Detective Stabler, maybe you should see if Captain has any new news." She hopes that with more than 12 years of partnership behind them, he's able to see what she's trying to say, without having to speak it.
He looks at her, raises his eyebrow, before looking back at Valerie. He turns to his partner, and makes eye contact. "Liv, I think I can-
"Elliot, please." Her eyes plead with him. As much as she loves to have him around, there to continue in this constant dance they have, she puts the victims in front of her own wants, and right now Valerie doesn't feel comfortable with him in the same room. He notices the message she's trying to get across and nods, before walking out of the door, closing it quietly. Olivia turns to Valerie, taking a seat in the chair provided across from her. She places her notepad on the metal table, before looking up at their victim, her eyes glistening with tears that threaten to fall as she takes in her appearance.
"How long have you two been married?" Valerie asks, not knowing how many people have asked, or even assumed, the same question.
Olivia looks at Valerie, as she tries to hide the smile. "Detective Stabler and I are not married," she respondes, letting out a small sigh. She knows Elliot is on the other side of the glass, listening in, and she can only hope he can take a hint. The man has been divorced for six months, and has yet to ask her out, and she can only assume he doesn't feel the same way, no matter how many times she has caught him staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking.
Valerie looks at Olivia and gives her a small apologetic smile. "Oh," she says, slightly embarassed, "You two are so, in sync. So perfect."
Olivia lets out a small chuckle. "He's my best friend Valerie, and my partner." She looks at the woman in front of her and sighs, knowing she has to bring up the single worst day of her life. "Valerie, tell me what happened last night."
The young woman looks at the detective and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I was coming home from a meeting with one of my clients."
Olivia writes this small detail in her notepad, before questioning Valerie's occupation. "You work as a...?"
"Real estate, I work in real estate. I was meeting up with a couple for dinner, getting them to sign the last of the paper work for their new condo."
"I'm going to need the name of this client."
"John and Megan Hartwood," she says, giving up her clients, knowing there's no way that these two had any part in what happened to her.
Olivia nods, and folds her hands, urging her to continue. "I started walking home, and before I knew what was happening, I was pushed into the alley a block from my apartment. He pushed me into the wall, and told me if I screamed he would slit my throat, and kill my children."
Olivia's eyes widen as she listens to Valerie. "You have kids?" she questions, hoping nothing has happened to them.
Valerie nods. "Two. I have Noah and Hannah, my little angels. They're with a close friend at the moment," she says, answering Olivia's unspoken question.
"Valerie, what happened after he threatened you?"
"He flipped me so that I was facing him, and he tore open my blouse. He ripped my panties off and raped me."
Olivia watches as a single tear falls down her face, and she feels her own eyes begin to water once more. "Valerie, did you get a look at him? Anything we could use to identify him?"
Valerie shakes her head. "No, he wore a mask the whole time."
"Was there anything particular about the way he talked, smelled, anything on his body?"
"No, no. He held a knife to my neck the whole time." She thinks for a second, before she looks up once more. "He did mention my kids by name though, which is why I listened to him in the first place.
Olivia writes down the details, before asking a question, knowing she's getting personal. "Valerie, is Noah and Hannah's father involved-"
"No, no. He left as soon as I found out I was pregnant with Hannah. Why? You think he did this to me?"
"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying whoever it was knew the names of your children. Either it was someone you know, or someone who's been following you. I'm going to need the name of their father."
Valerie nods, knowing he's going to have to become involved, especially if their children were threatened. "Richard Thiel."
The interview only lasts another ten minutes, partially because Valerie can't remember any more details, and wants to get back home to her children. Olivia offers to give her a ride, and she accepts, knowing she can't walk all the way there, and she's out of money for a cab.
Valerie sits at Olivia's desk once more, waiting until the detective talks with her captain, and goes over the details with her partner. She watches the two interact once more, and can't help but think that Olivia wishes her accusations were true.
He places his hand on her hip, keeping her close, as he whispers something in her ear. She smiles, pushing him away, before the soft voice of a small child is heard. "Daddy!"
The small blonde child runs up to Elliot, only to be lifted into the detective's arms. Giggling, he hugs his father, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Valerie only stares, watching the interaction between Elliot and what she assumes is his son. The detective runs a large hand through the boy's blonde curls, before he sets him on his feet, allowing him to talk to the blonde woman who has walked in with a small duffle bag in her hands.
The boy looks up at the two talking, before he turns and notices Detective Benson. "Livvie!" he yells, running up to her and hugging her legs.
Olivia nearly loses her balance, but saves herself, placing her hand on the wall behind her. She waits for the young child to release his grip on her, before she crouches down to his level, giving him a proper hug. "Eli! Oh I missed you so much. How's my favorite Stabler doing?"
He smiles, and Valerie can't help but smile. He's his father's son alright. "I good," he states, digging into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Look what I drawed," he says, displaying his artwork to the detective.
Olivia lets out an overexaggerated gasp, grabbing the paper and pretending to look at it intently. "Wow, you're a big boy now!"
Eli giggles at her words. "I this many," he exclaims, displaying three fingers.
Olivia folds the paper and hands it back to the child. "What? You've gotten so big! I remember when you were this many," she says, raising two fingers. "And this many," she says, raising one finger, then none, "And this many."
Eli looks at her, his eyes wide. "Na uh," he says with a smile.
Olivia nods. "Yes huh. And when you were this small," she holds her hands apart, relatively the distance of a football, and looks up at him. "And when you were in your mommy's tummy, this small," she says, showing him the distance using her index finger and thumb.
"You know me in Mommy's tummy?" he asks, his excitement dripping from every word.
Olivia lets out a laugh. "I sure did."
"Eli, come on let's go."
The two look up to see Elliot walk up to them, in his hand the duffle bag that the blonde has given him. Eli gives Olivia one more hug, before he grips his father's hand happily.
Olivia watches the two of them leave the squadroom, before she turns to her desk. She notices the look of confusion on Valerie's face, and she tries to think of a way to explain what she has just witnessed.
Unfortunately for her, Valerie beats her to the punch. "Detective Stabler's son is adorable."
Olivia smiles proudly, but she is unsure why. Eli is not her son, in no sense of the word, so she doesn't know why she feels like she should be beaming with pride when she hears the compliment. "Yes he is."
Valerie notices Olivia's internal struggle. "I can tell you love him very much."
Olivia nods. "I was there the day he was born. The first one to hold him. He's my little buddy."
"Well, he loves you, probably more than his own mother. I assume that blonde was his mother, yes?"
Olivia nods, before giving Valerie a confused look. She grabs her jacket off her seat, and shuts her desk drawer, before slipping the jacket on. "I'm more of the fun loving aunt to Elliot's kids," she says, avoiding the topic of motherhood all together.
Valerie, however, doesn't take the hint. "You don't have any kids of your own do you detective?" She gets out of her chair, following Olivia into the elevator, taking notice of the detective's change in posture.
When the two are in the comfort of the small elevator, Olivia turns to her and shakes her head, her eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. "No, no I don't."
The elevator dings, signalling their arrival at the bottom floor. The two rush out of the elevator and out of the precint towards Olivia's car. The ride to Valerie's apartment is silent, except for the occational exchange of directions. It takes all but twenty mintues, but when Olviia stop in front of Valerie's apartment complex, Valerie feels a bit of relief.
Olivia quickly walks her to her front door, waiting until she's safely inside before retreating back down the hallway towards the elevator. Before she can leave the hallway, however, Valerie pops out of her front door and calls out her name. "Olivia!" she says, forcing the detective to stop in her tracks, and make her way back to the apartment. Before Olivia can ask what's wrong, Valerie says, "You'd make a great mother."
With that, she closes the door, leaving the detective to ponder her words.
She signs her name on the bottom of the page, one last time, before folding it and putting it into the envelope with the rest of the papers. She quickly seals the envelope, fearing if she takes too much time, she'll rip up each paper. She looks at the envelope one last time, before she takes the pen and writes the one name that has been lingering in her head for the past two months.
She places the envelope in her purse, along with the gun, and grabs her cell phone. She quickly flips it open, and looks through her contacts, finding the name of the only person who can help her from here on. Olivia Benson.
So,...,
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