Hello all, here's a new story for your enjoyment. Please let me know what you all think! Enjoy, and thanks!

EDIT: Chapter revised on September 15, 2012

September 3, 2011

Everything was going as it normally did in the SVU squad room. Though the detectives currently had no new cases, they were still all there. They were all doing paperwork, with the exception of Elliot and Olivia, who had finished their paperwork, and had just started a game on online checkers. It was all calm, and they were all happy that no crimes were coming in for them to solve, having a small hope that maybe that meant no crimes were happening.

Their serenity was interrupted, however, when two men in dark suits and sunglasses, wearing headsets, came in with a woman with her blond hair in a neat French twist, wearing heels and a skirt suit.

"Can I help you?" Cragen asked sharply, having been talking with Fin about one of their recently solved cases.

"I hope so," She smiled, "I'm looking for Olivia Benson." The blond woman said.

"May I ask why?" Cragen asked as Olivia stood up.

"You can, sir, but I'm afraid I'm unable to tell you." She responded. "Am I correct in assuming you're Olivia?" She then asked Olivia, her tone somewhat hopeful.

"I am...and you are?" Olivia asked, confused as to why this woman was looking for.

"I'm Brooke Harris, Detective Benson." She said, shaking Olivia's hand, "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

Olivia looked to Cragen, who despite giving her an imploring, confused look, nodded. "You can use my office." He said, gesturing.

"Thank you," Brooke said, smiling, "Shall we?" She asked Olivia.

"What's this about?" Olivia asked, before going anywhere with her.

"I'm not entirely sure you will want all your coworkers to know, Detective." Brooke responded. "And I'm not at liberty to discuss this in front of anyone except you, and one or two other people, if you wish."

"My partner and my boss can come, if that's ok," Olivia said, beyond confused at what this woman wanted. Brooke nodded, and so Captain Cragen led the way, Brooke and the men following her. Olivia looked to Elliot, the two best friends sharing a questioning look, before following them into the Captain's office. Olivia sat behind Cragen's desk in his chair, Elliot standing beside her, while Brooke sat across from them. The blonde then looked to the men in suits, who were standing off to the side (as was Don), and nodded.

One of them them pushed a button on the receiver attached to the headset, and said, "You can bring her in."

"Bring who in?" Olivia asked, her confusion growing. "What the hell is going on?"

"They're bringing our client in," she responded. Olivia was about to ask who exactly that was, but then the door to the office opened. Accompanied by two more men in suits, a teenaged girl wearing white skinny jeans, a purple flowing silk tank top with a black cardigan, knee-high leather heeled boots, and large sunglasses with a white scarf wrapped around her head, covering her hair walked in. Beside her, and a woman walked beside her on a cell phone, barking things into it, before quickly hanging up. One of the suited guys quickly shut the door behind them, as Fin and Munch tried to look in, confused as to what was going on.

Brooke motioned the teen girl to sit in the chair beside her, and she did, one of the guys in suits moving to take her black purse. She then took a deep breath, and unwrapped the scarf, revealing a head of long blond hair in soft curls. She was, however, a clear natural brunette, you could see the regrowth in her roots. She delicately handed the scarf off to the guy with her bag, along with the sunglasses she had been wearing.

Olivia thought this girl in front of her, now that she could see her, looked somewhat familiar. As she looked at her longer, she could see some familiar features in her face, but also, the girl in general seemed familiar.

Elliot, too, was looking at her for a moment, before it clicked, and he remembered where he'd seen her before. "Ariella Snow?" He asked.

The girl, evidently Ariella, smiled tentatively, and nodded. That was it, Olivia realized. She'd seen the girl's face plastered on billboards, on TV commercials advertizing her tour, her show at Madison Square Garden.

Olivia and Cragen looked at him strangely, and as an explanation he said, "Elizabeth has posters of her all over her room, and for the twin's last birthday I woke up at six AM in order to get her a pair of concert tickets."

"Ok..." Olivia said, even more lost than she was before, turning to Brooke and the teen star. "But what does a teen celebrity have to do with me?" She questioned, wanting answers, and wanting them now. Brooke opened the briefcase that she had been holding on her lap, and pulled out a stack of papers held together by a binder clip, which she removed before handing the papers to Ariella.

"Detective Benson," Ariella spoke, her voice soft and sweet, with a subtle country accent. She sounded so scared, for some reason. "Like he said, I'm Ariella Snow. I...I was born on March 4, 1994." She said, her voice growing softer as she did, her gaze intently set on Olivia. It was all she said, her date of birth, but for Olivia, it was enough.

She felt the blood rush out of her face, her body stiffened, and her eyes grew wide as she shook her head, memories flooding back to her. "N-No." She said softly, unable to believe it.

Ariella nodded slowly. "Yes." She said softly, sounding like she was fighting back tears.

"I-It was a closed adoption, t-there's no way that you are the daughter I gave away," Olivia said, slamming her hands on the desk, not letting herself believe this, mad that this was happening. Behind her, Elliot and Cragen were in shock.

Ariella put the top packet in front of her, pushing it towards her, and Olivia picked it up. "That's your proof, Detective. They figured you'd want it, so we got it done, the DNA test, by testing it with the DNA that's on file because you're a cop. A judge said it was ok."

And there it was on the paper, stating that with 99.99 percent positivity, Olivia Serena Benson was the biological mother of Ariella Renee Snow.

Elliot, who had looked at it over her shoulder, looked at Olivia, shocked. He was angry...he was livid, but she didn't see. She looked from the paper, up to Ariella.

"How did you do this? T-The adoption w-was closed, you weren't supposed to be able to find me!" Olivia exclaimed.

Ariella looked, if possible, even more upset at Olivia's words. Her voice strong, she said, "There was something in the fine print, just like always, Detective. It said, clearly, that in the case of life or death, the adoption may become open." As she said this, she put the adoption agreement down in front of Olivia, who picked up. There, highlighted in pink, it said just that. "A judge in Tennessee, where you put me up for adoption and gave me away, deemed this situation fitting, and gave the paperwork and information to my lawyer, Brooke." She said quietly, gesturing to the woman sitting beside her.

Swallowing, fighting the lump in her throat, Olivia asked, "How is this a life or death situation? Who's dying?"

"I am." Ariella said very matter-of-factly, handing her the next paper. "I have a severe form of leukemia. I've gone through chemo six times to achieve six remissions, but a person is only supposed to receive chemo five times over the course of their life. My blood work is showing blasts. My oncologist believes I have, at most, one to two years before my cancer will return. My only hope of surviving anymore is a bone marrow transplant, and my doctor says it's too much of a risk, in my case, to use a non-related donor."

It took a moment for it to sink in, for her to process what this girl came here to ask her. "You...you want me to be tested?" Olivia asked, shocked at Ariella's story.

"I know that it's a lot to ask." Ariella said quietly, "I know it is. I know it's a lot to ask, and I know that you didn't want me." She said helplessly, sounding heartbroken. "I'm so sorry to come back into your life like this, Detective Benson...but I don't wanna die," Ariella said, breaking down into tears. "I'm not even eighteen yet, and I don't want to die. It's just a simple test to see if you could even be a match, and maybe if you know the name of my biological father, or if I had any biological siblings, they could be tested too. I-It's just a simple test, and if you aren't, I promise, I will not bother you again. Please." Ariella said in tears. "Please."

"Brooke, she has to be at The Garden in twenty five minutes," The woman that had entered with Ariella said quietly. "We need to go, now."

"Where are your parents?" Olivia asked her, trying to process this, what was happening.

"They're not in the picture." Ariella said vaguely. "I have to go, but please, please just think about it, Detective. Brooke will give you contact information. I...I am sorry, that I came into your life like this. I just...I have so much I want to do with my life, and it's the only option that I have left. Thank you, for your time." She said softly, before standing up, and quickly leaving before Olivia could say anything. The woman that had come in with her, and three off the four guys exited with her.

One of the guys and Brooke stayed behind, and once Ariella was out of earshot, Brooke spoke. "I've known Ariella since she was thirteen and she signed with her record company. I've handled all of her legal issues since then, and I've been very involved in her life since then. She has no family,and Mary, the other woman and I, are all she has in way of guardians." She said sadly. "Ariella...she may be a huge superstar, a famous singer and actress...but she's so down to earth and grounded. She cares deeply about her fans, and her friends. She has everything, Detective Benson, but at the same time she has nothing because all she's ever wanted most was to meet you, and her biological father.." Brooke said.

"What happened to her adoptive parents?" Elliot asked, speaking for the first time and reminding Olivia of his presence, reminding her that now, she was in huge trouble.

"Her adoptive mother is dead and her father is in jail." Brooke said to their shock. "Her adoptive father, Thomas Snow, was a severe alcoholic and a wife beater. He made his wife, Carol Snow's, life a living hell, and also Ariella's." She said softly. "He beat them, both of them, and he molested Ariella from when she was a toddler, until she was ten. He murdered her adoptive mother in front of her. She watched him stab her to death, and then he turned on her. Ariella's screams caused the neighbors to call the police, and they arrived just in time to save her." Brooke said gravely. "She testified against him in court, and he was sentenced to twenty years. She was put into foster care after that, and was shuffled from family to family until she was thirteen, when her constant attempts to get picked up by a record company paid off and she got signed." Brooke finished.

"My God." Olivia whispered, guilt flooding her as she heard the awful story.

Nodding, Brooke looked at her watch. "I have to get going, but I can be reached at this number, and I can also put you in contact with Ariella if you wish. The testing process is really simple. Once we have a preliminary match, further testing will be done to see if the person is a potential donor. Without this transplant, she will die." Brooke said sadly, handing her a business card across the desk.

"What if there are no matches?" Olivia asked softly, before Brooke could leave.

"Then it's a dead end." Brooke said. "But, any potential children of either parent are a potential match for Ariella. Full siblings would be best, because they have fifty percent from each parent, like Ariella, but half siblings are still a possibility." She paused for a moment, then said, "Please, think about it. Call me, either way, so we know, please. Thank you for your time." She said, before leaving with the other guy in a suit, who she assumed was a security guard.

For a moment after she was gone, they were all silent. Olivia sat there, still sort of processing what had just hapened, who had just been sitting in front of her. Then, Elliot turned to Olivia, eyes burning with anger.

"How the hell could you not tell me you had a child?" He shouted, visibly angry. "How the hell could you keep something like that from me, Olivia?"

"Elliot, calm down," Cragen said, "Don't you think she'd having enough trouble taking this all in? Why is it such a big deal to you?"

"Because!" Elliot shouted, and then dropped the ultimate shock of the day on Cragen by saying just two words: "I'm the father!"