A/N: After seeing "Rescue" last night, I couldn't help but write this little one-shot. I cried at the end of that episode. I didn't think Calvin would be taken away that soon :( I hope Olivia gets him back.
Whatever it Takes
"Olivia! Olivia!"
He was screaming my name as he was dragged away from me and out of the precinct. It was after he broke free from the man's grip once and ran back to me, throwing his arms around my waist and clinging to me for dear life.
There was nothing I could do.
They said I could go through the court, but I wondered what good that would do. Calvin would be with his biological grandparents in Vermont. They would just see me as a stranger who barely knows the boy and who is married to her job. They would never grant custody to someone like me. But I couldn't just give up because some drug addicted want to get me back for "ruining her life."
"Liv…" I heard Elliot say from behind me.
I held up my hand to stop him from speaking. "Just...leave me alone, El," I said, wiping the tears that had fallen from my eyes. I grabbed my coat from my desk. "I'll…I'll see you later." I wasn't looking forward to going back to my apartment now that it was void of any happy laughter and smiling faces.
Calvin's cries and the look on his face as he was being taken away from me would forever be stuck in my mind. I wish I could forget it. I wish I hadn't gotten so attached to him. I knew it was only going to be temporary, but I couldn't help but fall in love with the most perfect child in the world.
My apartment looked just as it did when I left this morning. Calvin's backpack was laying on the couch. His DS was on the coffee table. I knew his clothes were still in the bedroom. I also knew people from child services would come by in the morning to pick up Calvin's things.
I sank down on the couch and buried my face in my hands. I didn't hold back any of my tears or sobs. I couldn't, even if I tried. It felt like my world was crumbling down around me. I finally had what I wanted most in the world, and it was taken from me. The child I loved so much was gone.
I looked up for a moment, the picture on the refrigerator catching my eye. I pulled myself off the couch and walked over to it. Calvin had given it to me earlier. When I first saw it, it touched me so much that I had to send Calvin off to school before I started to cry.
"Calvin Benson." I read the name softly, admiring his portrait of me. I felt a lump grow in my throat as I bit back a sob. I gently ran my hand over the painting and smiled gently. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to get you back."