If SVU Were Written Like A Soap...
Part VI
Stunned by her daughter's newfound knowledge, Olivia managed to recover enough to gesture for her child to follow her down the hall to her bedroom. I've got to keep Elliot from finding out about her! I've got enough explanations to make to enough people as it is!
"OK, listen," Olivia said a minute later, perched on her bed. "I had a...stress-releasing night with a colleague---"
"'Uncle John,'" Cassie broke in sardonically, nodding.
"Afterward, I accepted an undercover assignment with the F.B.I.," she continued quickly. "When I discovered that I was pregnant, the radical group I had infiltrated also knew---I passed out at a meeting, and one of them took me to a holistic physician that they trusted. When he suggested that I gestate naturally at a secret commune/hideout, it seemed too suspicious for me to say no."
"And after I was born, you just dumped me with the Bunsens." Cassie smirked, shaking her head.
"Shortly after you were born, someone figured out who I was," Olivia explained sadly. "Luckily, Dean---Agent Porter---was able to get a heads-up and got us both out of harm's way. For safety reasons they split us up temporarily. But, when John and I saw you next, you were 11 months old and bonded to your foster parents. We…just couldn't take you from the only home you'd known. And so we asked the Bunsens if they wanted to adopt…" She paused, trying to control her surging emotions.
By now, Cassie's expression had softened, and the teen opened her mouth to speak---
Olivia's phone interrupted. Not wanting to disturb Elliot, the detective picked it up on the first ring. "Benson."
"Olivia, it's Dean! Have you heard from Cassie?!" Porter's voice was urgent.
"She's sitting in front of me," she answered reassuringly. "I take it the Bunsens are frantic?"
"No, they're dead."
Meanwhile, at a desk in a secret lair, someone wearing black gloves used a laptop to book a flight to Florida…