She sighed as the car rolled to a stop.

He noticed her sad expression. "You don't really want to go, do you?"

Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "It's okay, really," she replied while opening her door and stepping out. "Come on."

He got out, slammed the door, and ran to her side. "But if you don't want to…"

Sighing again, she rested a hand on his shoulder. "You asked me about her and I said we would come." A light wind blew her shoulder-length hair about her face and she pushed some of it behind her ear. "It's been a few years since I've visited actually, so it's probably about time I do."

The sun was bright and right in her eyes as they walked over the heavily-trodden grassy area. In most spots, she guessed it rarely grew anymore. Calvin had to watch his step so he didn't disturb or dishonor anyone. It was harder than it looked, but his mom seemed to know this trek by heart as she easily maneuvered through the site.

She wind started to whip harder making her vision unclear as she shoved more of her hair behind her ear. In reality though, she could probably make her way through this blindfolded. She used to visit much more, but with her job, well, it wasn't easy to make time. The memory of when she had learned of the accident flashed through her mind…

Cragen had called her into his office. "Close the door."

"What?" she asked.

"Sit down, Olivia," he said.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"Really, I think you should sit down."

She sighed in slight frustration. "Just tell me, what's going on?"

He sighed sadly, resting his hands on his desk."Your mother had an accident."He waited a moment before saying the worst. "I'm so sorry. She didn't make it."

Her mind was whirling a thousand ways. Yes, her mother was a chronic alcoholic, but… "How?" she asked.

"She fell...down the subway steps. 110th and Broadway."

"No... my mother never takes the subway." She said with certainty. She never did. Never. She knew she couldn't deny what could have possibly happened. She was sure, by now, even Elliot would never laugh at how her emotions were showing, but she couldn't break. She just couldn't…could she?

"The entrance outside the Velvet Room."

Her mind was slowly putting the pieces together. "She was drunk," she whispered. She saw Cragen nod and felt a single tear break through her wall that she was trying to keep up.

Calvin noticed she'd frozen a few paces back. He had no idea where the site she was looking for was, but as he turned to face her, he noticed her facial expression was devastating. He sighed. He never would've suggested they come here if he would've known she'd be in so much pain.

Carefully, with as little noise as possible, he made his way back over to her. The look in her eyes was so lost that it hurt to see it. His mom was always the problem-solver, the one who tried to make things better, but…now she looked lost and somewhat frightened of something he had no clue about.

Her hands were at her sides and silent tears rolled down her cheeks. In an instant, she felt someone wrap their arms around her and call her Mom, but her eyes were closed as she was still lost in her memories.

"Mom," Calvin called again, releasing her only a second to grab her waist and free her arms. "It's okay," he told her as he felt her wrap her arms around him and hug him tight.

She nodded, now clearing from her memory and recognizing the voice. Her hands ran up into his hair and she kissed the top of his head. Her eyes opened. "I know, Cal, I know." She held around him with one arm. "Should we keep going? It's just a little more."

He nodded. Slowly they passed other graves. Some were adorned with a single rose, a bouquet or, in some cases; it looked like a flower store. When they were just a few feet away, Olivia noticed something: there were white lilacs lying both on and around it.

They stopped right in front of it as Olivia dropped to her knees, tracing the engraved letters: SERENA BENSON.

"Mom, did you put these here?"

She shook her head. "No, I think I've only told one person what type of flowers I used to put here, but," she looked around and saw no one, "she's not here."

"Why would she do that? She's not her mom."

Olivia felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked back smiling. "Why did you put these here, Alex? You never even met her."

Smiling, Alex Cabot rested on her knees beside her. "I figured I should give her my respect."

"Why?" Calvin asked. "You're not related to her."

She shook her head. "No, but because of her bravery we have your mom," she answered, smiling.

Olivia smiled, wrapping her arms around her. "Yeah, that is true, but I would be the complete opposite," she whispered in her ear.

"I know."

"You're not gonna tell me what that means, are you?" Calvin asked.

They both stood up.

"Maybe one day when you're truly able to understand what my job is I will," the detective replied.

"Aww!" he pouted.

Alex laughed. "Trust me, Cal. For now it's better not knowing."

He nodded. "Wow, that personal?"

Olivia nodded.

He shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait."

THE END

Author's Note: Well, I thought a one-shot might help me out a bit with this family loss and I was right. I feel much better!

But enough about me, what do you guys think of this? I'm really curious. I loved writing it!

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