Thanks for all the reviews guys :) i still dont own SVU :( darn! this chapter isnt as long but the next one is already in the works, im sorry i didnt update as quick as i promised but i had alot come up. hope you like this chapter!

It had been over a week since a girl from South Carolina showed up like a lost puppy to the 1-6, turning everyone's lives upside down. It had also been over a week since Olivia Benson had shown up to work. She was in hiding. She finally realized that she wasn't as strong as she thought. She finally realized she couldn't run away from the truth forever, she had to face it. Head on. And it was time. Olivia knew she had to go back, she knew she owed Elliot that much.

Savannah trudged slowly back into the squad room, following George Huang. Cragen had her seeing him and talking to him at least an hour a day. The teenager wasn't a big fan of having her head shrunk daily, but they were Captain's orders.

George knocked on Cragen's office door, and was met with a barking "WHAT?"

"Excuse me Captain, but I think we should talk," Huang replied to the door.

Cragen was distraught. The DNA results on Savannah had just come back, and it was slightly unnerving for the withering man. "Yeah, I uh, just a second," Cragen pushed the documents under a pile of paperwork and went for the door.

Savannah had already run off and was talking to Fin and Munch, who had both decided they were surrogate uncles to the girl.

The psychiatrist walked into the decorated office and took a seat in front of the desk. Don sat behind his own disorganized desk.

"So?" Cragen asked, anxious to find out if his granddaughter was okay.

"Captain, I don't think Savannah needs to keep seeing me, she is a perfectly normal, fully functioning teenage girl," Huang said with a small smile on his face.

"Really? Are you sure? She's been through a lot, and her whole life was traumatic, I don't want her to have a flashback or something and hurt someone or herself," Cragen began to ramble on about how George better be sure she was okay before He cut off their meetings.

"Captain, calm down. Savannah is fine. There is nothing mentally wrong with her," George looked at Cragen with a mysterious look in his eyes, "She did disclose some things to me that I am worried about though."

"What? What did she say? Can you even tell me about that? Aren't your conversations privileged? No, forget that, what did she say?" Cragen was working himself up again.

"Is it true about Elliot and Olivia?" The short man asked simply.

"PSHT! John Cena is totally superior to Batista!" Savannah and Fin had been discussing professional wrestling for the past fifteen minutes and Munch was getting sick of it.

"You two do realize that professional wrestling is completely fake, don't you?" Munch asked, peering over his glasses.

"Whatever," Fin snorted.

"Now that, Uncle Munch, is the craziest theory I have heard yet!" Savannah rolled her Stabler blues playfully and brushed some Benson brown wisps away from her face.

"Triple H or the Undertaker?" Fin asked his coworker's daughter. He could see it in her face that she belonged to Olivia; the woman who was like a little sister to him. And the Blue of Savannah's eyes were that of her father's; Elliot. Fin had already gotten used to the idea of having the teenager around.

"Ooh, that's a tough one. I think The Lord of Darkness could beat the King of Kings in the ring, but I likem both," Savannah said, leaning up against her Uncle's desk, "but that's just wrestling wise. Jesus could beat up Satan in an instant," the teenager quickly added.

"Catholic?" Munch asked.

"Oh no," Savannah chuckled, "I went to a Pentecostal church when I could, and claim that as my denomination."

"Well that's a shame," a voice said from behind her. The girl recognized it as that of her father's. She didn't call him dad yet, it was too soon for her. But if the DNA results came back positive, she was ready to make the switch from Elliot, to daddy, "Cause by birth you are Catholic," Elliot said, giving his youngest daughter a slight hug.

"Oh. Really? You're catholic? Hmm," savannah asked, making the question sound slightly rhetorical.

Elliot was about to speak when the bullpen was hushed by their commanding Captain.

"Elliot! Savannah! My office, now," and with that, Cragen turned around and slammed the door. Father and daughter joined Don in his office. Both were shocked to see the thin Brunette woman and an older blonde in the room as well.

Savannah absently took a seat next to the woman, not bothering to look at her. Elliot sat beside the shocked girl as Cragen carried on to his seat behind his desk. "Why is Donnelly here?" Elliot asked to anyone who could answer him. The room stayed silent. Olivia was wondering the same thing, but didn't challenge it.

Don pulled the documents from under the paperwork and shoved them towards the three silent bodies. It's not the way he wanted Olivia to find out about him, but there was no more avoiding it. He had to fess up. They had to fess up. Confront their fear, the same way Olivia was confronting hers. Elliot and Savannah were just along for the ride.

Savannah grabbed the papers and held them in her hands shakily. She read them silently, and dropped them on the ground.

"Well. Nice to meet you all," Savannah said with a slight quiver in her voice, "Mom," she said glancing at Olivia who silently had tears rolling down her face, "Daddy," the teenager said turning her head to face Elliot who smiled broadly, "and grandparents," she uttered, choking back tears of her own as she turned to face Liz and Don.

"What?" Elliot and Olivia asked simultaneously. "Grandparents?" Olivia asked, dumbfounded.

"I, uh, need some air," Savannah said scrubbing over her still lightly bruised face. She stood up and walked out of the office, and into the bullpen.

Munch and Fin looked up towards the teenager with puffy red eyes. "Congratulations you two, you have a niece," savannah said sarcastically as she rushed outside.

"Olivia, sweetie, we need to talk," the judge said, comfort spilling out of her voice. Neither Olivia, nor Elliot had ever heard Liz Donnelley speak so softly.

"I'm gonna go find my daughter," Elliot said to the three people left in the small office, "you three apparently need to talk, and there's a girl out there who needs her daddy," Elliot stoop up and walked out of the tiny room.

"What no pink cigars?" Munch asked playfully. Elliot shot him a death glare.

"She's outside." Fin said without needing his friend to ask.

"Thanks man," with that, Elliot ran out of the precinct to find his baby girl.

"What's going on here?" Olivia asked, after reading the DNA results for herself. She stood up. Cragen knew she was ready to run.

"Sit down Olivia."

"No! You aren't going to tell me what to do right now, you dragged me out here to give me a kid and parents. I don't think so. I loved my baby! I gave my baby a good family fifteen years ago! She doesn't need me," Liv's voice began to raise.

"A good family? You sent your daughter half way across the country just so she could be beaten and raped!" Cragen was screaming. Liz placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a signal to calm him down.

"Wha-what are you talking about?" Olivia asked, stunned.

"Here," Cragen threw Savannah's statement to his daughter, and buried his head in his hands. Donnelley wrapped an arm around him affectionately.

Liv's chocolate brown eyes; identical to her mother's, filled with tears as she read the horrific accounts of abuse and assault inflicted on her daughter. Her dark hair fell in her face; the same that her father had when he was young.

Savannah inhaled deeply; the smoggy New York air filled her lungs. For May, it was cold and dark. It fit her mood. Sunny, but dreary. She began walking down the sidewalk, not knowing where she was going. She could hear someone running up behind her and whipped around. It was Elliot, her dad. 'Well I guess I can't exactly run away from him' she thought silently, and began to walk his way.

"Come with me," Elliot said simply, and began walking to the Sedan.

They drove. No one spoke. Finally, they pulled up to a park.

"Where are we?"

"Central Park. We need to talk, I figured there's no better place to talk than while taking a stroll," Elliot replied looking down at his beautiful little girl.

"Oh, okay," Savannah looked up at her dad. He loved her, and she could tell by the look on his face he hoped she loved him too. She did. Immensely. She only wished she could feel the same way about her mom. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Savannah, I have a family. A wife, and five kids," Elliot immediately felt guilty. If he would have known about this just a few years earlier, he would have taken Olivia in a heartbeat and found their daughter.

The fifteen year olds face fell, "Oh."

"I want you to meet your brothers and sisters," the dad explained as he walked with his daughter.

"I don't know, you need to talk to them first," savannah said dryly.

"I already did."

"And?" the girl asked, averting his gaze.

"The kids want to meet their little sister, and the baby wants to meet his new big sissy," Elliot said smiling widely.

"You just said the kids. Your wife must be mad," she already knew the answer to that.

"Well, she won't be my wife for much longer."

=D i like that last line! wow, Donnelley is her mom! What do you think? review for me :) (p.s. this is fanfic. it doesnt have to be terribly realistic)