Olivia Benson is just a rookie. She's been at SVU a year and is in a steady yet secret relationship with her hot partner. Her whole world is turned upside down when news on her one year anniversary shakes her up. Does she accept it or does she fight it and what does she do when she realises she's getting everything she ever prayed for?
AU EO
DISCLAIMER: I don't own.
A/N: Chapter 2! Enjoy!
Elliot, Munch and Fin were sat in O'Malley's patiently waiting for Olivia. They'd had a beer each but they were planning on still being sober when the anniversary girl arrived however as the minutes had turned into two hours they all began to worry.
"I'm gonna try and call her." Elliot said heading out into the dark street hoping that his partner had just got caught up with something at the station.
He rang and rang and it continued to go through to voicemail and his gut told him something was seriously wrong with his partner and secret girlfriend. After the fifth time trying to call it went straight through to voicemail which meant that someone had turned the phone off.
He tried her desk phone knowing her extention as well as his own.
Cragen Special Victims.
"Uh Don it's Elliot Stabler, I'm tryna get a hold of Liv, is she there?" Elliot wasn't hopeful as their Captain had answered her phone.
No she's not.
"Then you don't know where she is?" He continued.
I'm afraid not sorry Elliot however I think she might have gone home, or to her Mother's.
"Ok, I'll try her apartment, thanks Don." Elliot hung up before his superior could say anymore and called Olivia's apartment hoping that she was there and that she would answer knowing that the chances of her being at her mother's house were slim.
Hi this is Olivia Benson, I'm not at home right now so either leave a message or call my cell.
"Olivia its Elliot, if you're there pick up please I'm really worried… please? … Ok well I'll call round then." He hung up and went back into the bar with a heavy heart to explain to their co-workers.
"Well?" Fin asked as he poured himself another glass from the pitcher on the table.
"She wasn't answering her cell then it was turned off so I called the precinct Don says she's not there and he said she may have gone home or to her mother's so I called her apartment and left a message but nothing, something doesn't feel right so I'm going to call round her place." Elliot explained as if he was explaining a case.
"Want us to come?" Fin asked getting to his feet, he couldn't shift the feeling that something was wrong now either.
"No man if something's happened the last thing she is gonna want is us hanging around to uh… I'll call you." Elliot said.
"Yeah you do that man, until then we'll wait here in case she shows up, she might have just gone to change." Fin replied though he didn't believe a word that was coming out of his own mouth.
Olivia was curled up on the couch with tears running down her face. She held tight to the piece of paper that had changed everything she had believe about herself. She wasn't sure what to think anymore. Since she'd been at SVU Don Cragen had been like a father to her, there was no denying that but to find out he was her father and that he had hidden it from her for a whole year stung her heart like a bitch.
She heard her cell phone ringing and after the fifth time she groaned and turned it off, she didn't even look to see who was calling her, it was either Cragen or Elliot and right now she didn't even want to speak with either of them.
"No a monster raped your Mother… I'm your Father."
She replayed those words over and over again in her head and she wasn't sure she was ever going to be able to get it out. She wanted nothing more than to wind back the clock and change everything so that Don Cragen didn't tell her anything. Her whole life had been based on the fact that she was a rapists daughter and now she was finding out that had her mother had half a brain then she wouldn't have thrown away Olivia's chance of knowing her father or thrown away a chance for herself to be happy, she didn't start drinking till Olivia was a year old when she apparently began to look like her father.
Her apartment phone began to ring and Olivia shuddered, there weren't many people who had her apartment phone number and of those who did no one would really bother calling it.
"Olivia its Elliot, if you're there pick up please I'm really worried… please? … Ok well I'll call round then."
She groaned again before making her way through to her bedroom, she didn't want Elliot to come around, she wanted to be left alone to figure out what she was going to do about the fact that Don Cragen was her father… her father… she couldn't imagine calling him dad… or maybe she could.
She jumped into the shower as all the thoughts circled her head. She knew that Don would have questions about her too, but she had one that was more important than any other. Would she have to leave SVU now? Because if that was the case, then she didn't want to be Don Cragen's daughter, she loved her job, she enjoyed helping the victims and the adrenaline rush of catching a perp and there was no way she was giving that up for a relationship with a man who had missed the first twenty four years of her life. The hot water cascaded heavily onto her sunken shoulders as the tears plummeted down her cheeks. A part of her felt riddled with guilt, a man she adored and would openly say loved had told her that she was his daughter and she'd ran out of there like a bat out of hell, there was no way he was feeling to great. But then, there was the other part of her that was furious with the man for one telling her but two for keeping it from her for a year, she didn't know which was worse. Then there was a part of her that was so confused, so frustrated that it hurt, she'd built her life around the notion that her father was an evil monster, she'd been determined to show that she didn't inherit any personality traits from him when she became a cop just to find out that the man she would have inherited something from was a beautiful kind –hearted man that she should feel honoured to take after. Getting out of the shower with blotchy red eyes she knew that she had a lot of thinking to do.
After putting on her pyjamas and robe with her bunny rabbit slippers that Elliot had bought her for a joke Olivia made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She used to have a strict rule that was not to have a drink when depressed but right now she needed the thoughts circling her head to stop.
She'd barely put the glass to her lips when there was a knock on her door. Without even checking she knew who it was but out of habit she peeked through the spy hole and saw her best friend and current boyfriend standing there.
"You have a key." Olivia said after opening the door and walking back into the kitchen.
"One I will only use if I know for certain you're here and expecting me." Elliot replied as he shut the door.
He knew something had happened. Olivia was in her pyjamas and robe and slippers with wet hair and she looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, the sore red swollen eyes just added to his knowing.
"Whatever." She shrugged passing him a beer from the fridge and reaching for her own glass of wine.
"Liv is uh… is everything ok?" He asked as soon as she sat on the couch.
"I don't know." She shrugged without even looking at him.
It took her seconds to decide whether or not to tell Elliot about what was going on as he wrapped her up in his arms and allowed her to fall apart all over again. He took her wine glass from her and placed his own beer on the counter before carrying her to the couch. Right now Olivia was in no state to talk and he knew that whatever it was that was hurting her that it was bad for her to cry. Her tears soaked one part of his shirt while her still wet hair soaked another but he didn't care, all he cared about was doing whatever it was he could to help the woman he was falling head over heels in love with.
As her sobs subsided to horrible dry hiccups he went up to get their drinks. When he came back she'd curled into the corner of the couch slightly facing the other corner and had pulled the comforter from the back and wrapped it around herself as a security blanket.
"Thanks." She hiccupped when he passed her wine glass over.
"Ready to tell me what happened?" He asked settling into the other corner of the couch so she could look at him while she spoke.
"I don't need to tell you." She said and she reached over to the coffee table and handed him the piece of paper that had turned her world upside down.
Elliot took the letter from Olivia's trembling hand and read it slowly. It was after reading it three times that the words he read actually sunk in.
"Cragen's your father?" Elliot asked. "He raped your Mom?"
Olivia shook her head frantically as more tears filled her glassy eyes.
"He didn't… someone did rape my Mom but… Don loved her… he loved my Mom and when she told him that she was pregnant he went to rehab to stop drinking… he came clean because he wanted to be there for me…" The tears flooded down Olivia's cheeks. "But when he came back she said that it was her rapist that got her pregnant and not him."
"Liv…"
"My whole life El!" Olivia yelled and without thinking she threw her still half filled wine glass at the wall letting it shatter in the way she felt her life had done only a couple of hours before. "My whole life has revolved around me knowing that I was a product of a violent and cruel act just to find out now… now that I'm a product of love… at least my Father's … Don's love for my Mom… El…" She threw herself into his chest and cried some more.
Elliot just held her close and as her sobbing subsided her breath finally evened out and he knew she'd cried herself to sleep. As awkward as it was he wasn't going to let her sleep on the couch all night so he managed to pick her up and carry her down the hall to her bedroom.
Once inside he put her into the bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck.
"Night my Liv." He whispered before kissing her cheek.
As he went to walk away a hand grabbed his shirt and he turned back to look at his broken best friend.
"Stay with me?" She asked in a dry hoarse whisper.
"Of course." He said and he walked round to the other side of the bed and stripped off his trousers and shirt before climbing in beside her, it wasn't like he hadn't slept in her bed before.
He pulled her tight into his chest and felt her sigh in content as she gave in to some sleep.