A/N: I know this is bad, but I forgot how Olivia told Elliot that her mother was raped and she was born. So I somewhat made it up.

Dedication: kinseyjo : )

Disclaimer: I don't own them

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She lasted longer than a week. And now, with a heavy heart, he knew why. She was a child of rape. She felt she needed to stay and put every man who hurt a child, a women, away for life. She felt she had to, for her mother.

Now that he knew, though, what was he suppose to do? His immediate thought was to protect her. She had asked him not to tell, that it wasn't something she liked people to know.

He understood and agreed. With her brashness towards life she wasn't going to be easy to protect, no. She was going to insist she could handle things on her own, that she was strong enough to live with this.

He knew she was right. Therefore, he thought of small ways to help her. Ways she might not notice. He could help keep people from starting anything. He could help her with paperwork if she looked like she was too into it.

He knew the tricks of the trade. He did have a teenage daughter after all. He knew how to hide snooping, he knew how to talk but get a deeper meaning. Oh, did he know.

"Elliot, come to bed."

He glanced at the clock, it was one thirty in the morning and he had to work the next day. With a sigh he climbed up the stairs, wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, nuzzled his head in her hair and whispered: I love you more than anything.

He meant it. He loved her and she knew it. It was a mutual love. And tonight, he was in love with her. Tonight he was happy that no monsters haunted her past.