Chapter 2

Two Weeks Later

"Detectives" Melinda Warner said as she walked through the squad room.

"What's up Doc?" Munch said while peeking over lowered glasses.

"A lot actually" Melinda said with her eyes on Olivia. "Liv, can I speak with you?"

"Sure," Olivia said before standing up to go into an interview room for privacy.

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asked?

"I got Bambi's DNA results back".

"It's about time. Any hits in the system?"

"Yes actually. We were able to find a paternal brother and sister" Dr. Warner informed.

"Great. Were you able to get in touch with anyone?" Olivia asked.

"That is actually what I want to talk to you about. Olivia, Bambi was a paternal hit to you and Simon."

Olivia froze.

After moments of silence Melinda spoke again.

"Olivia are you okay?"

"I..."

"Liv?"

"She's my sister?" Olivia questioned.

"Yes."

"So the asshole that raped my mother raped hers too?"

"We don't know that Liv."

"Like hell we don't." Olivia said angrily before storming out of the interview and out of the precinct.

"What the hell did you say to her?" Fin asked as the ME left the interview room.

"I got a hit on Bambi's DNA. She and Olivia share the same father." Melinda responded, sparing her friend the task of reliving this new revelation with her coworkers.

"Damn" the guys all said in shock.

"So where is she now?" Elliot asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," the doctor responded her concern evident.

Less than an hour later Olivia found herself standing outside of the youth shelter where Bambi currently resided.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Liv asked herself as the reality of the situation sat in.

She didn't know. All she knew was that Bambi was her sister and there was no way in hell she could leave the young girl here alone to face the situation she just survived.

That word sister played in her head over and over again. So many thoughts raced through her mind. Did Bambi long for a family the way she had growing up? Did Bambi have to live with an alcoholic mother unable to handle the pain brought on by their rapist father? What if Bambi's mom wasn't raped?

With so many questions and no answers, Olivia debated turning around to leave. Just as she was about to, the door to the shelter opened.

"I didn't take you for the creepy stalker type" she heard a familiar voice say.

"Excuse me?" Olivia asked feeling nervous looking at the eyes that she could now see were the mirror image of hers.

"Detective Benson right? Is there a reason you are just standing outside of my door? As I said, I didn't take you for a stalker."

Olivia smiled at the young girl's sass. "I got some news today on your case."

"Didn't realize I had a case," Bambi responded honestly.

"Well you are a young woman and possible kidnap victim. We have a responsibility to try to find your family. That's why we collected the DNA."

"Yeah I know that, I just didn't think you actually gave a shit." Bambi responded.

Olivia ignored the comment and looked down at her hands looking for the courage to speak. "Why am I so nervous right now?" She silently questioned herself.

"So what's the news?" Bambi asked reminding the detective why she came.

"We found a paternal sister and brother" Olivia said looking the young girl in the eyes.

"I don't have a sister or brother. I don't even have a father for that matter so there must be some sort of mistake."

"You sound sure of that for someone who claims not to remember their past." Olivia responded instantly locking into detective mode.

"Look detective just drop this okay. I'm taking care of myself without a family" Bambi said.

It was the first time that Olivia spotted what she thought was fear in the young girl's eyes.

"I can't just drop this Bambi" Liv said in a voice reserved for victims.

"And why the hell not detective?"

"Because Bambi, I am your sister."

"No, you are a fucking liar" the girl screamed.

"I'm not sweetie. We have the same father." Liv said fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

"No. I don't have a father. All I have is the asshole that raped my mother and the last thing I want is to be associated with anything connected to him." Bambi's voice began to shake.

"I understand what you are feeling Bambi" Olivia said softly.

"How the hell could you possibly understand?" Bambi asked.

"Because the bastard raped my mother too."

Bambi stood silently at Olivia's words.

"I know what it's like Bambi. To have your mom, the one person in the world who is supposed to truly love and nurture you, look at you with disgust." Olivia kept going hoping that Bambi would somehow let her in.

"Bambi talk to me."

Bambi looked at the woman claiming to be her sister and everything in her wanted to break down. Wanted to run in this woman's arms and let out a lifetime worth of tears.

Instead she looked down at her clasped hands. Not just her hands but the scar on the back of her hand. The one she got fighting off the broken vodka bottle her mom had aimed at her neck. She wondered if Olivia had scars like hers.

"My mom was fifteen when that asshole raped her," Bambi said just over a whisper. "Did your mom hate you too?" She asked Olivia after looking in the detective's eyes for the first time since the revelation.

"Hate doesn't even begin to describe it," Olivia answered honestly.

Bambi pointed to the scar on her hand, showing Olivia one of many battle wounds.

Without a word Olivia moved her shoulder length hair into a side ponytail exposing the scar on the back of her neck. It was small but the impact of it deep.

Bambi looked at Olivia and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Olivia asked.

"We have to be the most fucked up group of sisters ever" Bambi said in between laughs.

Olivia couldn't help but join the laughter.

"So what now?" Bambi asked after sobering up.

"We can start with your name," the detective said sincerely.

The girl was silent for a moment her internal battle waging deep. After several minutes she looked at the detective, her sister and replied "Erica".

Olivia was quiet for a moment. Though the gesture was small Olivia saw it for what it was. Erica had let her in, forming a small crack in the walls she had been living behind since God knows when.

"Is your mom still alive Erica?" Olivia asked not sure of what the next steps would be for the young girl.

"She died when I was younger. Drunk driving." Erica said all emotion out of her voice.

"Do you have grandparents or someone whose care she left you in?" Olivia asked not wanting to treat Erica like a victim but needing to know where they stood.

"Grandparents"

"Okay, maybe they reported you missing. With a name, I now know where to look."

"Doubt it," Erica stated. "They couldn't wait to see me go. They blamed me for her death."

"Maybe but they are your legal guardians and need to be contacted." Olivia responded hoping not to overstep her boundaries.

Erica was quiet for a second. Olivia didn't think much of it. In her short time knowing the young lady, she knew the girl liked to think before she spoke.

"I understand you have a job to do detective," Erica began "so I won't ask you to go against that by not calling my grandparents".

Olivia waited to respond sensing there was a but coming.

"However" Erica said with emphasis. "If you try to make me go with them I swear on my life I will run away. I've done it before and I will do it again without hesitation."

"After we contact your grandparents, what happens after that will be your choice. I promise not to push you but you have to promise that you will work with me to come up with a permanent solution that is both safe and stable." Olivia said to her sister.

After a few minutes though, Erica spoke, "Deal" Erica said extending her hand.

Olivia shook her sisters hand with a partial smirk. She couldn't believe the leeway she made with the girl in such a short time.