I am so so so sorry for the delay...depression pretty much sucks and can hit anytime...I am glad I finally got this done and I hope you guys are still out there with me. I see that this Monday we are going to talk about what happened to Alice so this is just what I think happened. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for the reviews. I hope to write the next one soon and have it up quickly.

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Enjoy!

His hands were shaking slightly as he tore the top open, hesitating for a moment before finally taking out the papers and placing them on the table. His eyes widened as he saw the bolded words at the top of the file…..

JANE DOE #38
"Alice Hererra"

Andy couldn't believe his eyes, sitting in front of him in black and white was information about her, their questions, all of the facts, looked like almost 10 pages of documents all pertaining to Alice. His shock turned into irritation as he realized that Sharon probably had this information for a good week and a half to two weeks. Why didn't she give it to him earlier? Was she pitying him? Waiting for them to be done with the case so he didn't get emotional or upset? No, he didn't want or need that. His instinct changed and he had the urge to just throw the papers away, or put them back into the envelope and drop them back off at Sharon's, telling her he didn't need her pity.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, he really shouldn't be thinking this way, the way she acted tonight in the bar made it seem like she was giving him this not as the Captain, but as his best friend Sharon. He picked up the stack of documents and leaned back against his couch, sleep playing with his body. He knew his mind, however, would not let him sleep until he found out the real identity of this girl so he just crossed his legs and prepared himself for whatever lied within the paperwork before him.

Name: Alicia Rose Vega
Mother: Patricia Sierra Vega
Father: Unknown
Birthplace: Mexico

Andy couldn't believe it, after all this time, all of his sadness, and he finally has a name, a history, a past, for this young girl who finally received justice. A feeling of elation mixed with relief flooded through him, sitting up straighter he continued his reading, absorbing all of the information like a sponge, hoping to get an address for her mother or some sort of relative. His happiness was short lived however when he reached the third page, it wasn't an official document he found there, but a piece of paper with a clipping of newspaper articles clipped to it. Bile began to rise in his throat as he read the article headlines.

"Murder-suicide Leaves Child Orphaned and Homeless."
"Arson, Murder, Suicide, Family Shattered."
"Quite town of Guilford, Maine Rocked by Tragedy."
"A two year old child was left orphaned today as step-father turned a knife on his wife before setting the house on fire, burning himself and everything inside. The child was out in the backyard when neighbors saw the flames and called 911."

Andy set down the article, not being able to read anymore. A tear rolled down his cheek, grief and sorrow overtaking his emotions. It took him a few minutes to regain control of his emotions again before he could start back reading again, though he did skip a few pages, past the reports and investigations done with the case, not really wanting to read it at that moment. The second to last page of the packet Sharon gave her contained information on how she was bounced around in foster care before slipping through the cracks all together, disappearing with no one noticing. He didn't know how much more he could take when he sighed in relief, the last page containing a hand written letter, only one person he knew with that scrawl, he set the other pages down and read the sweet note that was written.

Dear Andy,
I hope this information gives you the closure and knowledge you need to heal, I know it helped me while going through this. I am sure you are also wondering how I was able to get this information for you. Let's just say I know someone who has a friend who has a relative who works in Child Services on the East Coast and I called in a favor. I am truly sorry that what I gave you wasn't the answers you had hoped for but at least we now know the truth, and that is what really matters. We will talk about arrangements and burial with the team whenever you are ready…and Andy, I am here…..in case you need me.

Her signature on the bottom was Sharon, not Sharon Raydor, not Captain, just Sharon, and that brought tears to his eyes, the feeling of emptiness slowly disappearing being replace by a sense of calm. She was right, it did give him closure and he had a very strong feeling that he will heal, in time, not overnight, but in time. As he put the papers back in the envelope a sudden wave of tiredness hit him. Glancing at the clock he couldn't believe that it was a quarter til' three, he should probably be getting some sleep here soon. He left the envelope sitting on the desk and went to shut off the lamp, finally feeling like he could actually sleep well for the first time a long time.

The buzzer on the oven disturbed the tranquility of the house, signaling that it was ready to be used. Sharon had forgotten that she was going to be baking that evening, becoming engrossed with the book she was currently reading. She really just wanted to ignore the buzz and continue reading but Rusty was going to be coming home tomorrow meeting and she wanted to surprise him with her banana and vanilla nut bread. She could just wait until tomorrow to make it but she had no idea what would be going on tomorrow and she had two loaves to make. She smiled as she set the book down on her table, the second loaf going to be going to her team, knowing they would harass her until no end until she made them one to share. She was very happy with how far her and the team have come since her first starting with Major Crimes, she now considered them family and would defend any of them no matter what.

As Sharon got the flour out of the refrigerator her mind drifted off to Andy. She hadn't heard from him since she gave him the envelope at the bar the evening before. She was starting to become a little worried and concerned, Sharon knew Andy was nothing like Jack but the years and years of abuse and relapsing was a scar that she couldn't easily remove. More than once that day she had wanted to pick up the phone and reach out to him but she knew when he was ready, he would talk. That was one of the things Sharon treasured most about Andy, he would always talk to her every day even if just to say hello. She focused on that thought and went back to her baking realized she had started to stare into space.

Sharon had just gotten all the banana's sliced when her phone sprang to life.

At first she thought it was Andy but when she went to her phone the name that was on the screen wasn't Andy but her daughter Emily. Opening the message she was welcomed with a beautiful photo of her daughter and her best friend Anastasia. It looked like they were getting ready to perform Sleeping Beauty, the only reason she even recognized her daughter was because she was standing next to Anastasia. Those two were inseparable ever since Anastasia, or Stacey as Emily fondly called her, moved to New York to pursue her dream of dancing. Her mother was actually in law enforcement also, being transferred to New York City after they decided to open up a new division specifically looking for missing children 16 and under, working very closely with the SVU division. Anastasia came with her mom and joined the company that Emily was dancing with, instantly clicking and becoming practically sisters.

After having replied Sharon set her phone back down and went back to her baking. She had just gotten the first loaf filled with batter when her phone went off again, disturbing the peace in the house once again. Sharon's thoughts had kept drifting to Andy and dangerous places with him so she decided to turn on some music in hopes to distract her from her imagination and also not make the house so damn quiet. Sharon set the bowl of batter down on the counter and wiped her hands on the towel, reaching for her phone as she stretched her back, not realizing how long she had actually been standing there cutting and measuring.

She felt a wave a relief as Andy's name popped on the screen, glad that he was alright. She opened up the message and responded quickly, accepting the wave of heat that ran through her body when he sent her a wink. God he could be so arrogant sometimes, but damn if she didn't think it was a turn on for her. Between his twinkling brown eyes and boyish smirk he could probably get away with murder. She spent a few minutes talking back and forth with Andy before placing the loaves in the oven, not hearing from Andy in a couple of minutes.

She had just settled back down with her book and a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She huffed softly and set her things down on the table, praying that is wasn't her ex-husband, not thinking she could deal with him and his ridiculousness after such a relaxing evening. Opening the door she was surprised to see not her ex, but a very handsome silver haired lieutenant, a smile on his face in greeting.

"Andy…"