"Thanks for lunch," Olivia said once he had driven her back home.

"You're welcome," he smiled, "I better get back to work. Cragen will have my ass."

"See ya."

"I'll call you tonight?" he asked and stated at the same time.

Olivia just smiled and walked into her house where her mother was waiting on the couch.

"Hey honey," she said in a caring tone, "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"

Olivia sat down on the couch next to her mom and took both of her hands onto her own, "I want to talk about putting you in rehab."

"That's silly," Serena laughed, "I'm not an addict."

"No," Olivia sighed, "You're an alcoholic. You need help."

"Olivia," she said more sternly, "Why are making such outrageous accusations? I only drink a little bit. No more than anyone else."

"You drink up to six bottles of Vodka a day," Olivia stated, "You need help. I can't keep being your sitter. I have a life to you know?"

Serena pulled her hands away from Olivia's and walked into the kitchen. Olivia could hear her rummaging through the cabinets and she knew she was looking for the alcohol. "Can you just stop for one second?" Olivia asked getting agitated, "Just listen to me!"

"I need a drink." She took the bottle of Vodka out of the cabinet and stated downing it. It was halfway gone in a matter of seconds. "Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Clean this damn place up. It's a pigsty."

Olivia wanted to punch something. Only a half hour ago her mother was sober and being as kind as she could but then she turned to the bottle. That never solved any problems. Olivia just walked to her room slamming the door behind her and locking it. She threw herself onto her bed feeling like a teenager all over again. She couldn't keep being so nice to her mom. It was hurting her emotionally but, she couldn't just leave her either. She had to find a way to get her help. Maybe she should talk to Elliot about it. Maybe he really can help. She sighed and brought her hands to her temples were she rubbed gently hoping her pounding headache would soon go away.

"Why would you want to work there? You're just setting yourself up to be raped."

"I want to help people," Olivia answered, "You know what it's like t want the bastards in jail."

"It's not a job for a woman," her mother spat.

Then she saw the jail bars. The baton running across them making that terrible sound. She could see him. Standing there staring at her. Smiling that ugly smile. "Please don't do this," she begged. He was forcing her to look. Forcing her to do things she never wanted to do.

Rinnnnnng. Olivia jumped awake at the sound of her phone. Her heart was beating fast and she didn't realize she had fallen asleep. She quickly moved her hand to the bedside table an grabbed her pone. "Hey," she said trying to sound calm."

"Hey," Elliot said, "What's wrong? Are you crying?"

'No," she lied, "I'm okay. How was work?"

"Work was work," he answered sadly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

She was silent for a moment, "I'm okay."

Elliot stated filling her in on how much the case with Jane Doe had developed when Olivia was rudely interrupted by her mother barging in.

"Olivia," she slurred. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Olivia… I need… What are you doing? Who are you talking to? I was hollering for you and you didn't answer me."

"I'm sorry," Olivia said, "I didn't hear you."

"Because you were talking on that damn phone!" Serena was angry and Olivia could see it in her eyes. "You're just like your father!" Serena charged toward Olivia and ran her hand across her face as hard as she could causing Olivia to wince in pain.

"Olivia?" Elliot asked panicking, "LIv? Are you okay? Olivia, I'm coming over right now!"

"El, I'm fine." She was crying and she couldn't hide it this time.

"Like hell you are."

Serena was getting more and more angry that Olivia hadn't hung up the phone yet so she finally smacked it out of Olivia's hands. "You don't ever listen. You are a no good piece of trash. Get the hell out of my house."

"Mom," Olivia said calmly, "Calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do! Get out!"

Olivia grabbed a bag that she always kept packed full of necessities from under her bed and headed toward the door. "I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you wanted," Olivia said before heading out, "I'm sorry that you don't have the life you wanted and I'm sorry you were raped. I'm not sorry for walking out right now."

"You aren't walking out," Serena laughed, "I kicked you out."

Olivia had had enough. She slammed the door behind her as she walked to the curb and waited for Elliot to pick her up. Her face was still stinging from the blow and she figured she would have a bruise there tomorrow. She had forgotten to grab her jacket but she didn't dare go back inside to grab it. She just sat on the curb with her belongings shivering. Waiting for someone to save her.

Elliot pulled up not too long later and his heart broke for the sight he saw. Olivia looked freezing and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. He got out of the car and took her bag from her placing it in the backseat and opened the door for her to get in.

"She hit me," Olivia said keeping her eyes on the road. "In the face."

"Olivia, you can't keep letting her do this to you," Elliot said, "You can't keep letting her treat you like this. You were sitting on the curb when it's two degrees outside because your own mother kicked you out."

"She won't listen to me," Olivia said, "She was sober today. For a little bit. I tried to talk to her about it but, she just denied it and turned to the bottle. I went to my room and fell asleep. I had another nightmare."

"I think you should talk to someone Liv," Elliot said gently, "You don't seem okay."

"I just…"

"Please Olivia," Elliot begged, "You haven't talked to anyone about the assault or your mother."

"They'll think I'm weak."

"I don't think you're weak," Elliot said, "I think you are one of the toughest people out there. Who else would stay so long with their alcoholic parent because they cared? Who else could bust perps every day and handle working with special victims?"

"You," Olivia said honestly.

"I don't have another job once I come home," Elliot said pulling in front of his house.

"I just wish she would see what she's doing…"

"I know you do," he said grabbing her bag from the backseat and carrying it into his house, "I know."

Elliot fixed her a small mug of warm tea and then made his bed for her. He knew she was upset and he wanted to try his best to comfort her. He even offered to sleep next to her.

"Nothing will happen," he said, "I just don't want you to be alone."

Olivia felt her heart give a small smile, "I don't really want to be alone…"

"Then it's settled." Elliot climbed into bed on one side and Olivia climbed in on the other. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. It was only 10 o' clock but she was exhausted. Both physically and emotionally. She was lost somewhere in her thoughts when she felt Elliot scoot closer to her. Her heart began beating faster and a small smile crept on her face. Then she felt his arm reach up to her and wrap around her waist. She forgot all about her mother and finally felt like someone cared. Someone was taking the time to listen to her and help her with the situation. She was glad it was Elliot and not somebody else.