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It was midnight in the Benson-Marshall home. Except it was only the two Bensons inside the house. Greg had not returned home and Olivia had a strong suspicion that he was up to something. She sighed and went in to the nursery upstairs to check on Brylee, who was finally sleeping in her crib for the first time, and she seemed to be comfortable in it so far. Feeling a little lonely, she walked over to the crib and gently woke the baby up.

Brylee started to cry and Olivia picked her up, cradling her to her chest. "Hey, baby, hey," she cooed and bounced her up and down gently and kissed her cheek. "I hope we don't have to stay here much longer," she whispered and kissed her downy, dark brown hair.

"I can make that wish come true."

The voice, which had come from the nursery doorway, startled Olivia. It was Greg and he was drunk and high.

Olivia bit her bottom lip and laid Brylee back down in the crib before pushing Greg out of the room and closing the door. She was going to do everything in her power to protect her daughter.

"I know she is not my child, Olivia. Why the hell didn't you tell me?!" he snarled.

"I didn't know until a week after she was born, Greg," she tried to defend herself.

"Yeah, so you've had plenty of time. You've seen what I do... I cannot let you and that thing leave here alive," he snapped and he was actually beginning to scare Olivia.

He pulled a knife out of the back of his trousers and looked Olivia square in the eye. An evil look, which Olivia had never seen before, it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You leave Brylee alone. She is only a baby. She's innocent, she is oblivious to everything happening between us. She barely even knows you because you've never done anything for her," she snapped back in anger and started to fight against him, trying to make him drop the knife.

"Let go, you bitch!" Greg growled, trying his hardest to overpower her but Olivia actually seemed stronger then him, which took him by surprise.

"No!" Olivia screamed. Despite hearing her baby girl's cries from inside the room, she had to keep fighting against Greg. "Hang on, Brylee. Mommy will be there soon," she tried to reassure the infant as she continued to try hit the knife out of his tight grasp. "Ahh! You son of a bitch!" she suddenly cried when the knife swiped her cheek.

"Then let the hell go, you whore!" he yelled in her face as they rolled around on the floor, still trying to overpower the other.

"No!" Olivia growled and punched him in the face, a ring Elliot had given her for her birthday the year she left, which was on her right ring finger, cut him deeply.

She then punched him again and again but he then overpowered her and rolled then over so he was on top of her.

"Look who the stronger, smarter one is, huh, bitch?" he said and held her arms down, above her head.

"Yeah, me," she smirked and kneed him in the groin, making him lose his grip on her. She used the opportunity to quickly grab the knife and stood up. "Get up, you bastard."

Greg got up and put his hands up in surrender. "You don't have the balls, Olivia. I'm going to get that knife back and kill you and that thing, which keeps screaming."

"No, you won't," she said, shaking.

Greg went for the knife and before she could stop herself, she stabbed him in the stomach.

Greg coughed and tried to pull the knife out of him as he dropped to his knees on the floor. "You bitch," he sputtered.

"I told you, I'd do anything I had to do to protect my daughter. I'm so glad you are not her father," she cried and rushed in to the nursery, closing the door behind her before taking off her bloody t-shirt.

"It's okay now, princess. We're safe now. The big bad man can't hurt us anymore," she said, picking her baby up.

She calmed down her daughter but as the adrenaline faded, she began to shake. She couldn't believe that she had killed a man, especially with her infant daughter crying in her crib, in the next room.

She took a shaky breath and as she nursed Brylee, she called Jennifer and Erica.

*************

Jennifer and Erica came quickly and took in the scene.

Erica sighed and ran a hand down her face. "Olivia," she said in her strong Texan accent.

"I had to protect myself and Brylee. It was self defense," she cried, her body still shaking slightly, holding Brylee in one arm and holding a towel to her cheek, trying to stop the bleeding.

"We need to get rid of his body, Olivia," Jennifer said, shaking her head. "You did the world a favor though."

Olivia sighed and passed Brylee and the diaper bag, with a few bottles of breast milk in it, to Jennifer. "I will get rid of his body. Can you please take Brylee for a few hours?"

"Sure, honey," Jennifer said and kissed her cheek. "Call when you're ready for me to bring Brylee back."

Olivia nodded. "Thank you," she said and watched the women left with her child.

She closed the front door, sighed and went back up the stairs. Still shaking in shock, Olivia looked down at Greg's lifeless body laying on the upstairs hallway floor. His dark, crimson red blood pooled on his body and around him on the cream colored carpet. Staining the freshly steam cleaner floor.

She just stood there staring at the bloodied corpse and couldn't bring herself to touch him, let alone get rid of his dead body. She had actually loved him at one point. Before he started to be demanding and insensitive. He may have been a target but she had ended up falling in love with him despite that but about three weeks before Brylee was born, he had suddenly become this totally different man, one she didn't know or love.

It had been incredibly hard to keep living with him. She wasn't sure what had set him off but it happened to be after he saw her talking to Brylee's father, his hand on her large baby bump and Greg had gone berserk at her after Brylee's biological father left, except at the time, Greg didn't know that Adrian was her child's father. But then about two weeks later, she found out that Adrian had been murdered and all signs pointed to Greg but no-one could prove it and then suddenly someone else confessed to the horrendous crime.

The sound of police sirens brought her out of her reverie. They were getting louder as they got closer and Olivia knew that one of her neighbors must have called them, so they were coming to her house.

"Oh, shit," she muttered to herself, trying to keep her tears at bay.

She reached down and went to pull his body along but stopped herself before she touched him. She couldn't do it, she knew it was wrong, so she would have to face any consequences, if any. But she just had to prove to the officers that it was self defense. She just hoped that the evidence would prove the true story and she could be home in time for dinner to see and hold her beautiful baby girl.

*************

The front door was kicked open and a male uniform with a gun stormed in to the house.

"SFPD!" he yelled and saw Olivia upstairs with blood on her hands and on the t-shirt she was wearing, a different one to the one she had on before.

Olivia put her hands on in surrender as the officer ran up the staircase. "It was self defense," she cried.

"We'll see about that," the officer said rudely and pulled his walkie-talkie off of his belt, calling it in and asking for the Medical Examiner and techs before putting it back and getting out his handcuffs. "Put his hands behind your back," he demanded and Olivia did as ordered, wincing when he did them up too tightly. "You are under arrest...." he read her rights as he took her out and shoved her in to the back seat of his car.

*************

It took two hours but they finally let her get her phone call. She was going to call Erica or Jennifer but before she could stop herself, she called Elliot's cell phone.

Elliot finally answered his phone after three rings.

"Detective Stabler..."

"El, it's me," she said, her voice incredibly shaky.

"Liv, honey, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm in the tombs, El. I need you to bail me out please. I need to see Brylee."

"Liv, why are you in the tombs?" he asked in shock.

"I... I will tell you later, I promise. Please come bail me out. I will pay you back straight away, I promise you," she begged him. "I got to go," she said as her time was up and hung up before he could even assure her that he was on his way.

She sighed as she was handcuffed again and was guided back to the cell.

*************

Elliot closed his cell phone in shock, he couldn't believe it. Olivia Benson was in the lock up. Not as a detective but as a prisoner. He just wondered what in the hell she had done to wind up there.

"What's wrong, Elliot?" Casey asked, not removing her eyes from the hotel room television. The only room that they had had available was a two bed room.

"Liv is in the lock up," he said, grabbing his wallet and car keys.

"What?!" Casey asked, whipping her head around to look at him.

"Yeah but she wouldn't tell me what for. She just begged me to bail her out so she can get back to Brylee."

Casey turned off the TV and got up, grabbing her purse. "I'm coming," she told him and followed him as he rushed out.

*************

"Benson, you've been bailed out," an officer said and opened the cell door to let her out.

Olivia sighed in relief and walked out to find her two best friends standing at the front desk waiting for her.

"El! Casey!" she cried happily and ran in to Elliot's open arms. "Thank you so much."

"Anytime, baby," Elliot assured her and kissed her head, not realizing that he had called her 'baby' but Olivia did and she couldn't help but smile in to his chest. "You just need to sign out and then we can take you to wherever Brylee is."

Olivia nodded and reluctantly let go of him to sign out.

The first thing she wanted to do was hold her baby and nurse her, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in the nursery.

"Come on, honey, let's get you back to your little girl, huh?" Casey said after Olivia had signed the sheet.

Olivia nodded and let her ever faithful friends guide her out.

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As soon as they reached Jennifer's house, Olivia immediately got out of the car and ran up the path to the front door. She knocked and the door opened quickly to reveal Jennifer holding an upset Brylee.

"Oh, thank God. Liv, you little princess wants her mommy," she said, totally oblivious that Olivia had only just been bailed out of lock up. And Olivia wasn't about to tell her.

"Oh, sweetie-pie, come to Mommy," Olivia cooed and took the wailing infant.

As soon as she sensed that she was in her mother's arms, Brylee slowly began to settle down. It had been the longest that the child had ever been away from her mother and she hadn't liked it one bit.

"That's it, baby girl," she whispered and kissed Brylee's forehead, rocking her gently. "Did she eat?"

Jennifer nodded but she refused to to eat again just before so you might want to nurse her or something when you get home."

"Okay, thank you so much, Jen."

"No, problem, Livia. Anytime," she replied and gave Olivia a hug, being careful of Brylee in between them.

Olivia walked back to the car as Elliot took the diaper bag and car seat from Jennifer.

Casey stood against the car and sighed, watching Olivia. The friend she hadn't seen in two years was a world of hurt right now and all she could do was get her the best lawyer in California to defend her in court, if it came to it, but she didn't think it would because she knew with certainty that Olivia was not a cold blooded killer, so it had to be in self defense just like Olivia had said it was. And she and Elliot would do anything in their power to make sure she wasn't punished. She had been punished enough and unfortunately it was nowhere near over yet. It was going to be an incredibly long and painful journey for all four of them.