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"Olivia?" Elliot's voice pulled Olivia out of her trance.
"I...I have to get home." she muttered.
"I think you owe us some answers!" Elliot exclaimed.
"I don't owe you anything, not pertaining to her." Olivia muttered, getting her keys from her desk, and grabbing her coat.
"Olivia, what's going on?" Cragen asked firmly, just as confused as everyone else.
"Nothing. Nothing's going on, now I'm going home," Olivia said, and then swiftly left the precinct.
Elliot watched after her. He'd had no idea she'd had a daughter. She'd never said anything to him. Ever. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
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Olivia trailed through Central Park. Shock was still coursing through her. She dropped to a bench in the park, and sat back, staring forward, before the tears fighting their way out finally succeeded, and they ran, hot and wet, down her face.
She'd been twenty-five when she gave birth to the pre-teen that'd just been standing in front of her.
It was January 31, 2009. Almost thirteen years ago was the last time she'd seen her. The day she gave birth to her. The day her mother had made Olivia allow the social worker to take her away, to go along with the planned giving up of the little baby.
She remembered….
Flashback
September 8th, 1996
"Miss Benson, we ran some tests, and the urine tests, and then the further ultrasounds revealed that you are about three months pregnant."
Twenty-Five year old Olivia froze.
"N-no!" She yelped at the male doctor. "I can't be pregnant! Not with his baby!"
Her mother tried to console her. "Olivia, its just…history repeating it's self…we'll figure this out, I'll help you." She'd said. It didn't help.
She didn't know if she could do it. Carry the baby of the man who'd raped her.
December 20th, 1996
Olivia lay on the examination table, her shirt pulled up to reveal her stomach, as the ultrasound technician moved the transducer over her stomach.
"Well Olivia, everything checks out perfectly. Would you like to know the gender?" He asked pleasantly.
Olivia slowly nodded.
He smiled. "You're having a baby girl."
Olivia slowly smiled, and looked at the screen. Her little baby girl.
She liked that.
February 16th, 1996
"Olivia, keeping that baby is the worse idea possible! You're a police officer! You should know that. I don't want you winding up like ME! Just give it up to the state. It'll be better for everyone! I wont let you ruin your life!" Serena yelled at her eight months pregnant, twenty five year old daughter.
"I'm twenty five years old, mom, you can't control me anymore! Isabella is my baby!" Olivia shouted back.
"I'm your mother, Olivia Serena Benson, and I love you! I just want what's best for you, and keeping that baby is not it! I wont let you do this to yourself. I wont let you make the biggest mistake of your life! You should have aborted it, and stopped that thing form growing!" Serena yelped, slapping her daughter in the face with words.
Serena realized her mistake. "Livvy," She sighed, her tone much softer, but Olivia cut her off.
"Just stop, Mother. Please just let me sleep. Just leave me alone."
Serena slowly left Olivia's apartment, and Olivia sat on her couch, and put her feet up, resting her hands on her stomach. She looked down at it, slowly rubbing her hands in circles, as her baby started kicking.
She didn't know what on earth to do.
March 5th, 1996
Olivia had just endured fifteen painful hours of labor, but it had been successful: she'd given birth to a little girl with no complications.
"I want to hold her!" Olivia shouted at her mother again.
"Olivia you agreed to giving her up!"
"I want to see her." Olivia demanded.
Serena signed, but went and came back with a nurse with the baby.
Olivia held her, looking down at her with awe.
She had her for about ten minutes, before a social worker came in. "Miss Benson, I have a tight schedule, I have to take her now."
Olivia nodded with dread. She wanted her baby.
But, she thought maybe her mother was right. Maybe this'd be better for Isabella, and herself.
Olivia kissed her forehead. "I love you. I'll always love you," She whispered, before, with a heavy heart, she handed her off to the social worker who had her sign a birth certificate, which would be sealed by the state…and then she was gone.
Her baby was taken from her life.
And she'd let it happen.
EFB
"Liv," A soft voice and arms wrapping around her pulled her from her memories. She looked up, and saw Elliot. Instead of brushing him off, and running away, she caved against him.
He softly rubbed the small of her back, and whispered words of comfort in her ear.
"H-how'd you find me?" Olivia managed to gulp out once some of her cries had ceased, her face still buried against his chest.
"I know you, Liv. You always come here when you're upset."
"I…I want to go home." She muttered.
"I'll take you." He offered.
"Fine but…. I don't want to talk about this now, El. Please. I just want to rest. I need to think," She pleaded. She sounded so vulnerable, as she pleaded.
He kissed her forehead. "Ok. I promise. I wont bug you. Just let me be there for you, Liv. I love you."
She sighed. "I love you too. And alright."
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Sally's Restaurant,
New York City
Isabella Katrina Doe walked slowly in to her foster mom's restaurant. She lives with Sally, her foster mom, Jim, her foster dad, and thirteen other kids, all varying in ages.
Only two of the fourteen kids living in their home were Sally and Jim's biological children, the other twelve were foster kids.
All of the kids living in the house were over the age of ten; all of them attended 'Manhattan Private School,' because Jim was the headmaster of it, and all of the kids twelve and over worked in Sally's restaurant.
Isabella was twelve and had been in a total of thirteen foster homes.
This one was the worse.
They were constantly telling her how her mother had hated her. That she was stupid and didn't deserve a family.
Her interests in finding her mother had been there since she was old enough to understand what had happened. And when she started getting paid for working at the restaurant, she'd found a cheap Private Investigator and poof! She found her answers.
As the yelling for being late to work started from her foster mother, and as she began to work, Isabella's mind strayed to her mother…the mother she wanted so desperately.
To love her, to accept her, to understand her. To just be there for her. She wanted her mother. The one who's carried her for nine months, the one who'd given birth to her, the one that was supposed to unconditionally love her.
"Let's go, girl, hurry up, get to work, and stop moping! This is the only thing you'll ever be good enough for, so don't screw it up!" Sally hissed.
The insults usually flew right past her.
But they'd all been right. Her own mother didn't want her. When the woman who you were a part of didn't want you…you had to be a screw up.
So now you know what happened that brough Isabella about, and more about Olivia's outlook, you got some EO, and a small look in to Isabella's life.
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-Audri