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We got the results.

His phone lit up, and he read the text just in time before the screen shut off again. He should go. Really. But he had zero intention of moving. Not that he could have moved at all. In the past couple of days, they got accustomed to some new habits. He knew that she was in a lot of physical pain and he wanted to do everything to help her.

When she couldn't sleep the first night, and the first day, and all she should have done was lay in bed, and even that caused her pain, his heart just broke for her. And then he held her in his arms, and sometime during planting soft kisses on top of her head, she dozed off. So he promised that he was going to hold her as long as she needs him to hold her so that she could sleep. That is how they spent most of those days, huddled up in his bed, Olivia sleeping leaned up against his chest, and him directing his staff through the phone. And it was perfect.

He watched her features relax when she fell asleep, and he tucked the hair, that fell into her face and could have disturbed her sleep, back behind her ears. If he saw a frown appear on her forehead, he wished he could get into her mind and fight off whatever demon she was facing in her dreams. And until he found a way to do so, he kept planting kisses on the crown of her head, pausing, staying close and sniffing in her smell. He held her hand and traced her fingers with his. When her body jerked in her sleep, from stress, or pain or fear, he rubbed her stomach to help her get back at ease.

Are you coming in later?

His phone lit up with a new message from Lindsay. He had to answer this one.

I'm kinda busy, do you manage without me for another day? – he typed the words quickly using only his right hand.

Don't be so self important… There's something about the results. We can ask Benson about it if you want- came the reply as if she had known he was going to jump at it. Of course, she knew him better than anyone else…

No. Leave her. Be there soon- and he had to figure out how to play the whole thing. Though they haven't discussed their relationship, if it could be called that, or coming clean about it in front of their squads, somehow Voight had a feeling that Benson was in no shape to tackle an issue like that. But still, he had to let them know somehow that the other DNA was him, or they'd get derailed running after a ghost. He really had to go in the precinct now.

'Olivia,' he whispered in a weak attempt to wake her up. She was sleeping so peacefully. Maybe he should just try to sneak out. How could he do it when the woman was practically laying on him.

'What's wrong?' she mumbled taking a deep breath, like every normal person would do. Only that she started coughing uncontrollably after taking that deep breath.

'My God!' Voight jumped up, not caring about keeping Olivia in his arms any longer. She started turning all flushed from the heavy coughing and the pain it must have been causing to her. He tried to get her attention by placing his hands on her face. 'Olivia, Olivia. Look at me. Try to take small breaths. Hey…' it was a swim against the tide. And he was already thinking about calling the ambulance. Thankfully, her cough subsided and he was left with Olivia Benson curled up on his bed clasping her chest in pain.

There was no way he was going to leave her just like that. What if she starts coughing again and suffocates? He didn't even want to think about that. 'I'll make you some tea,' he said planting a kiss on her shoulder. She didn't respond. 'Olivia?' he let his hand linger on her shoulder for a second in order to get her attention.

'Hm?' she was still there. His breath relaxed a little bit but he kept watching her carefully.

'I'll make you tea, would you like to eat something?' Hank asked leaning closer to her so he could keep whispering. Why did he even whisper? She wasn't asleep. He was afraid that maybe somehow he'd scare her. And he'd die if he done that.

'No, I feel nauseous,' her tiny voice sounded and he became immediately worried.

'Are you going to throw up?'

'Hope to God not,' Olivia answered turning slightly to face him. 'Coughing hurt enough already,' she winced from the slight movement and he cupped her face.

'What can I do to help you?' Voight asked planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

'You're doing everything,' she smiled a weak smile, squeezing his arm a little bit. 'Thank you,' Hank smiled back and he decided his squad can go another day without him. But just to make sure, he'd call Erin later.

'I'll make you tea,' he got up from the bed. 'You sure you're not hungry?' he stopped in the doorway turning back one more time. She reached out her hand for him, as much as she could and he couldn't refuse the gesture; he joined her on the bed again, accepting the chaste kiss she offered. 'How's the squad holding up?' she asked as if she knew what was going on.

Hank Voight vetted his options for a second. He could leave her in the dark for a little while longer, but not that much longer, but he would get guaranteed fury when she figured out that they have the test results.

'They have the test results,' he sighed and left the conversation open for her reaction. When she didn't answer, he decided to go on. 'I was hoping to stop by the district later today…' he trailed off but she quickly put the picture together. 'I'll call Lindsay if they really need me…' he said stopping to wonder why he automatically thought the squads only needed his opinion. After all, his opinion and idea didn't seem enough and that is how he got Olivia Benson in his bed. Recovering from a collapsed lung that is.

He left her plenty of time to say something, and she didn't. So he decided to call Lindsay right there, in front of Benson, so they could decide together what should be their next step.

'Are you coming in?' was how Erin answered her phone. There was something in her voice. Determination. And he imagined the squadroom looking like a battle field with all the plans of attack lined out on the boards.

'Depends on what you're telling me now…'

'Well, like I said before, we have the results. The lab found semen from two guys in Sergeant Benson,' she sighed giving emphasis to her words. That was the second Voight knew he needed to talk to his squad. They were, for sure, going to go after the second DNA. 'One is Mike's, obviously, we have his credit cards flagged, we're watching his cars, tapped his phone, whenever he comes out of hiding, we'll be there,' Lindsay jabbered then took a deep breath. 'But get this. The second DNA. The lab has provided no match. They left it blank, as if they have completely ignored that sample. So we keep calling for retesting, and frankly, clarification, and they keep stonewalling us. Has she told you anything about a second guy?'

But Hank didn't answer. Lindsay couldn't make anything from his non-answer so she continued totally exasperated. 'Okay, so I don't know what's going on here, but I feel like we're missing a key piece from the story. And I know you want to stay with her, but is there any way, any possible way you could come in and do something, because we're stuck here…'

'Give me some time. I'll come by the district later,' he spoke up finally, but before she could say anything further, he hung up the phone. He studied Olivia for a second. Maybe he should ask Amaro to come by and stay with Benson for the time he stops by the station? He can't leave her alone for sure… Or should he just take her along?

'I wanna come with you,' she declared and her voice suggested no place to bargain with her. Still, Voight needed to try.

'They want to know who the second guy is…' he said calmly trying to figure out her thoughts. He knew for a fact that the conversation he was about to have with the combined squads was not going to be a pleasant one, and frankly he would've liked to spare her from it. And the possible backlash he was going to get from Amaro. If he left her at his house, and Amaro would come by, he would spare her from the awkwardness and himself from the cocky comments from Amaro.

'Okay…' she answered after vetting all the possible scenarios. At that point she couldn't see a way where their squads wouldn't find out about them, they might as well get over with it. 'I have to take a shower…' And suddenly Hank was thankful for the call. The fact that they had to go to the district, seemed to have given Olivia brand new determination. She barely got out of bed in the past few days, and she certainly didn't care about vanities. She has been definitely suffering, from pain and Hank would have guessed a forming depression too.

'I'll help you,' he announced with a little smile dancing on his lips. He was genuinely happy to see the Olivia Benson who threatened him with arrest make an appearance again.

'Thanks, but I can do it alone…' she mumbled trying to get up in bed.

'But the beautiful thing is that you don't have to…' he said walking off to the bathroom and starting the shower for her and in seconds, he was tugging at her sweatpants, and panties, then pulling her to sit up so that he could take off the shirt he lent her. He helped her stand up, then pulled her close to his chest, walking them slowly into the bathroom.

'I can walk you know…' she grumbled and he didn't care for a second. He wouldn't have let her go for anything.

He checked the temperature of the water and when he found it warm enough he pulled her close to him again. 'Are you ready?'

'What are you doing?' she asked in a surprise when he stepped under the water with her fully clothed. 'Didn't say you're also taking a shower,' she smiled at him, still holding on to his neck. And suddenly she felt so thankful to the man. Hank Voight had no obligation to take her in, much less take care of her after the series of unfortunate events; after he practically confessed that he wants to date her, then she went on to have sex with their perp and with half of the Chicago Police department and both of their squads watching. And yet, there he was standing fully clothed in the shower with her, giving her puppy eyes. The formidable Chicago sergeant.

'Wouldn't miss it,'

'People usually take off their clothes before showering…'

'That would be dangerous,' he said with a cocky grin and Olivia couldn't help but laugh a little. She never really looked Hank in the eyes. Well. Of course she did when they were having sex, but then she was looking at eyes dark with lust. She never noticed the small lines around his eyes when he was smiling. She never really saw the freckles on his cheeks. And she certainly never noticed the warmth his chocolate brown eyes radiated when he looked at her. Was she falling for Hank Voight? No that couldn't be possible… And yet there she was, under the shower, clinging onto his neck and finding that she never wanted to let go. So she kissed him. And he kissed back. Nothing steamy, just a sweet little kiss that made Hank Voight eternally grateful for their squads' inability to figure out the case on their own, because the fact that they needed their sergeants gave Olivia back her fire.

In an hour Hank and Olivia were making their way up to the squadroom. And to be honest, she was more than nervous about the whole thing. Besides Voight, and Nick, no one has seen her since the whole uc went down. What if the detectives were going to look at her differently? And even if they weren't, they for sure going to after they find out that the other guy the semen has come from inside her body was none other than Hank Voight.

'Liv!' Nick exclaimed when he spotted her, and he seemed genuinely happy to see her. He walked up to her and gave her a gentle half hug. Fin and Carisi followed his steps, with Amanda trailing them.

'How are you feeling, Sarge?' Carisi peeked over Nick's shoulder and Olivia was relieved to find no judgment in his eyes. In fact, they all seemed genuinely happy to see her. Even Amanda.

'Well, it's good to finally be here. I was starting to go into vegetative state back there…' she smiled taking a look at all the faces watching her. And although, she really couldn't see anything, any awkwardness radiating towards her, she really couldn't keep her mind from wondering how many of the detectives had her private part flashing through their minds when they looked at her. Well, she was going to have to get used to that thought.

'It's really good to see you, Olivia,' Antonio Dawson stepped up to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. His smile seemed honest too. Maybe she was overreacting… But she sure couldn't remember when she got on first name bases with the detective.

Voight and Lindsay disappeared into the sergeant's office in the meantime, as a poor effort on Voight's side to keep the identity of the second guy only to Lindsay. He really hoped that the rest of them would believe Lindsay if she said to move on.

'So how's it going?' Olivia broke the silence, stepping to the board and observing the pictures which included her uniformed one too. She made a little grimace and took it off from the board. They all know every detail of the story, as far as she was concerned everyone knew too many details of the story, they didn't need the picture up there to go on with the case.

'Well, there were no other bodies dumped, which may be a good sign…' Amanda spoke up when no one said a single word. 'And as far as we know, no girls went missing from the campus either. At this point we don't believe that they have other victims with them…' The way she was talking about a pretty irrelevant angle of the investigation just pointed at the huge pink elephant in the squadroom.

'They are so busy running that they probably don't have time to deal with new ones…' Atwater added his insights and they promptly ran out of topics where they wouldn't have to discuss what happened in the house with Mike. They all knew it was going to be awkward.

'So, I am sorry for bringing it up, Sergeant…' finally Dawson decided to take the lead. 'but there was something strange about your rape kit…' he said and Olivia cringed at him talking about her rape kit. She wasn't raped. 'Sorry, your samples…' he corrected himself when he saw her expression. 'So we are not quite sure how, but is it possible that we have missed a second man in the house? Besides Mike?' he asked and the whole squad went silent. Olivia was convinced that no one had taken a breath even. She knew it was not going to be a pleasant conversation, but she certainly expected some more background noise.

The annoying silence was disturbed by Erin and Hank walking out of the office.

'The second DNA doesn't matter…' Lindsay announced and everyone turned to face her, and Olivia was finally able to take a small breath.

'What do you mean?' Nick asked eying Olivia carefully, having his own idea of why the second DNA didn't matter.

'Why the hell wouldn't it matter?' Antonio stepped closer to the couple standing in the office door. He could tell that Lindsay was not telling the whole story and it was annoying him to no end.

'Because I just said so!' Voight thundered clenching his jaw and staring in the eyes of Dawson. Antonio should have figured out by then that it was one of those situations when he should back down without asking too many questions. He really should. And yet the large breath he took and the fury in his eyes told the sergeant that he was about to launch a tirade at him.

'It's ok, Hank…' Olivia stepped in between them. They haven't talked about how would they handle the situation, mostly because Voight was sure it was going to be enough to bring in Lindsay about the details, and frankly Benson hoped so too, but the course of the conversation has taken a completely different turn. Voight seemed like he wanted to save her from some kind of imagined embarrassment, but she was way past that already. So she swallowed hard, and faced the combined squads. 'It's Voight's…' she sounded defeated.

'I'm not sure I get it,' Antonio broke the awkward silence and it looked like he was not going to let them off easily, and if it was only the two of them, Voight would have punched him in the face after his first time being a pain in the ass already. Instead he just rubbed his forehead and stepped next to Olivia.

'So let me break it down for you,' he sounded vicious.

'Hank,' Olivia put a hand on his arm

'Sergeant Benson had sex with me before the undercover operation started. Since she said she was on the pill…'

'Hank!'

'We agreed on not using a condom. And since the sex was consensual,'

'Oh my god…'

'I told the lab that they don't have to tell you that my DNA was the other one. You know. I figured it's none of your fucking business and stuff…' he folded his arms on his chest not backing down from the challenge of the detective. 'Any more questions?'

'I always thought that semen doesn't stay over a couple of hours in there. You know, gravity and stuff…' Ruzek marveled out loud. And the eyerolls in the room could practically be heard.

'Then that means we must have had the encounter right before Sergeant Benson left for the house, doesn't it?' Voight shot back and Olivia wished that the ground would open up and swallow her right there where she was standing.

'You fucked her in your office, haven't you?' Antonio laughed and all hell broke loose.

'Watch your language, man!' Nick grabbed his shoulder glaring at Chicago detective. 'You're talking about my boss,'

'Hey,' Benson finally spoke up, knowing that if she waited for a minute longer either Nick or Voight would have thrown a punch at Dawson. 'I feel like we got sidetracked a little bit here…' she stepped in front of the Chicago sergeant and pushed him back to the board. 'I read somewhere in the files, that Mike had a baby sister. Do we know anything about her?'

'She practically fell off the face of the earth…' Halstead joined the conversation. It was finally a topic he was comfortable talking about.

'No bank account, no credit cards, no social security movement, nothing,' Lindsay stepped in looking for a picture of the girl. 'The last we know about her is that she graduated high school ten years ago. She got accepted into college but dropped out mid semester. No death certificate, no hospital record,'

'So where the hell is she?' Voight took the picture from Erin and looked at her.

'Well, she matches the age, she's pretty, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the crown jewel in Mikey's family business,' Olinsky added from behind of the bookshelves causing almost everyone to jump.

'Man, how were you here all along…' Ruzek glared at him and Olivia had to stifle a little laugh. It was so good to be back. So good to think about something else than her injuries and how she screwed up. And although her name came up every few seconds, she was back at what she was always meant to do. To chase down the sick bastards and make sure they never saw the light of day again. It felt damn good to think about something else than feeling sorry for herself.

She didn't even notice that Hank brushed up next to her. Noone did. The conversation went on about the case as he slid his hand up on her back and gave her neck a light squeeze. 'How are you feeling?' he whispered so that he wouldn't draw any attention to them.

'Okay,' she smiled crooking her brow at him. 'Why what's wrong?'

'Nothing,' he smiled back at her. 'You're not tired? The doctor said you should keep bed rest and you've been up all day…'

'And since when are you the one to follow the rules?' she shot back with amusement in her voice, but deep down her heart melted a little bit. She almost forgot how nice it was to have someone to worry about her. And she still couldn't believe that just a couple of days ago, when they departed New York, she had no idea how her life was about to change. She obviously could never deny that they had a spark between them since the second they have met, but honestly, she only expected a night filled with steamy, rough sex, and some awkwardness the next day, and there she was. Hank Voight, the rogue cop, who didn't care about anything and didn't listen to anyone, was watching every breath she took and every movement she made. To say that she never expected that, was a major understatement.

She caught his eyes, then headed to his office. She knew he would follow. 'Don't close the door,' she whispered once they were inside, and he understood why she asked that. After Antonio accusing them of having sex in his office, closing themselves into the office probably wasn't the best idea, even if she was really banned from physically strenuous activities for a while.

He sat down on the couch and patted the place next to him. And she followed. As she started thinking about being tired, she really started feeling exhausted. And she didn't take her pain medication either so the cracked ribs started kicking in too. And he could sense it. She sat down too carefully and laid back too slowly into the couch to be completely fine.

'Come on let's go home…' he said squeezing her knee lightly. 'I can see that you're about to fall asleep. Believe me, this couch is not comfortable to sleep on, I tried it plenty of times…' he said sliding his hand further up on her thigh. 'And besides where would I sleep?' he asked with a fake pout on his face and she smiled.

'Fine, but you can't keep me locked up anymore. Tomorrow I'm coming in again,' she said leaving no place to argue. But he didn't. It was good to have her around. She worked magic with her team. They finished each other's sentences and seemed to be communicating without words at times. The two squads worked together well too. And even during the past couple of hours they made a lot of progress. They really needed the New Yorkers' help.

'No objection on my side,' Hank held up his hands in mock surrender. He stood up from the couch and helped her stand up too, bringing her into a gentle hug. 'Thank you,' he whispered planting a kiss on top of her head.

'For what?' she smiled up at him.

'For being here,'

Lindsay watched the couple from behind her desk. 'Oh my God…' she sighed rubbing her forehead.

'What's wrong?' Jay chirped in trying to figure out her thoughts, but she just seemed tired. They have been working on the case for too long, and anyways. How was he supposed to know that Erin was okay? She was pretty roughed up in that basement. Maybe she should have taken off a couple of days.

'Hank fell for her… Totally,' Erin answered bringing her partner back from his thoughts. He expected an answer along the lines of 'headache' or 'my arm is killing me,' and there they were talking about their boss' love life again.

'So?' he managed to react.

'That's not good, Jay. Look at them. Hank… If he falls, he falls hard. And I have a bad feeling about this whole thing…'

'Well, he doesn't seem to have a single bad feeling… Look. He's giving her sweet little kisses…' he leaned on the edge of Erin's desk.

'See. That's what I'm talking about… I'm glad you're having a field day with it. You won't be the one the bartender calls when he's getting shitfaced over a broken heart…' she smirked and her mind went back to the long nights she sat with Hank Voight after Camille passed away. It took a long time and a lot of whiskey to get him back to something like normal and she could feel that Olivia Benson was the type of woman who could shatter Hank Voight's heart into a million pieces. She was a hundred percent sure about that and she would never want to live through that catastrophe once more.

'They're coming…' he jumped back to his own desk when the two sergeants showed up in the doorway of Voight's office. Judging by the New York sergeant's paleness, she tired herself enough that they were heading back to his place.

'Liv's in a pretty bad shape,' Fin spoke up after the couple was well out of earshot. 'Worse than I expected…'

'Well, she does have cracked ribs. And a collapsed lung. A cracked rib hurts as hell on its own…' Amaro joined in and Erin couldn't help but feel awful. Of course it wasn't her fault but still. If she hadn't just naively walked off to that house, Olivia would have never needed to go in after her, and then, well, then she would be much better off.

'So how serious is this thing? Voight and Benson?' Antonio spoke up.

'You're jealous, Romeo?' Fin smirked at the younger detective and everyone smiled at the exchange.

'There's a package for Olivia Benson here…' Platt appeared with a large envelope in her hands on top of the steps and the squadroom fell silent. Sergeant Benson couldn't possibly be expecting anything delivered to the precinct. She was basically fighting for her life the past couple of days. They all knew that. They could all sense that there was something off.

'For Olivia?' Nick broke the silence finally. He didn't ask because he was waiting for an answer, he heard everything clearly the first time. Package. For Olivia. Just like everyone else heard it perfectly clear.

'That's strange…' Amanda stepped next to him looking suspiciously at the envelope.

'Maybe the Sergeant requested some files…' Platt interjected and all eyes turned to her as if everyone had forgotten about her standing there. But she was still the one holding the envelope.

'I think she was busy trying to breathe the last couple of days,' Olinsky leaned back in his chair. 'Besides she just left. She would've said something about it…'

'So what should I call the bombsquad? Or can I just drop it and run?' the desk sergeant waved the envelope a bit shaking her head at the detectives.

'We'll handle it,' Fin took the envelope from her with an awkward smile on his face. 'She's weird…' he shook his head after Platt left, still observing the object in his hands.

'You don't even know, man…' Ruzek sighed keeping his eyes on the happenings.

'So who knows that she's here?' Lindsay marveled out loud bringing back some sense to the conversation. Besides the two squads and maybe her superiors back in New York, she guessed that no one else had a reason to know about Sergeant Benson being in Chicago. And specifically that she's at the 21st precinct. And she started to have a knot forming in her stomach.

'I don't like this…' Jay strolled closer to Fin and soon everyone from the two squads was standing around the New York detective and the envelope he was holding. 'Let's see what's inside?' he offered because nobody seemed to have an idea how to continue.

'It's addressed for Olivia,' Nick answered but he shared the uneasy feeling emerging on the whole squad, making him dying to see what was inside.

'Okay. I'll call Voight and ask him…' Lindsay said and dialed his number immediately. She had a hunch that Olivia was knocked out in the car, and anyways she wasn't a hundred percent sure that they should disclose the new information to her. Not yet at least. Common sense told her Olivia couldn't possibly be expecting any kind of delivery to the precinct but she really hoped Voight's answer would contradict her theory.

Voight and Benson were still on their way back to his house and Erin explained the situation as quickly as she could. She was right. Olivia fell asleep in the car so she had a fair excuse to talk to Voight instead of her.

'Open it!' he thundered in response and his reaction confirmed her fears. He didn't even let her finish what they thought about the envelope and that alone told her that her Sergeant got to the exact same conclusion as each and every one of them individually had. She had a really bad feeling about the whole thing. She signaled Fin to open the envelope and held her breath back waiting. Realization dawned on Fin, Carisi furrowed his brows and Nick slammed his fist against the desk. It couldn't be good.

'Oh my God, it's Noah,' Amanda gasped too, recognizing the little boy on the picture. He was playing on the playground with Lucy. The message was crystal clear and she felt really sorry for her boss.

'Who's Noah?' Halstead asked looking through the pictures.

'Olivia's son,' Fin answered shaking his head.

'Sergeant Benson has a son?' Olinsky wondered out loud scratching his head. The fact made their situation a lot more uncomfortable. The pictures indicated that Mike knew who Olivia Benson was and that he had means to locate her son in New York City. Which meant that the problem is much bigger than they expected. 'I'd say she doesn't have to know about these pictures,' he spoke up after thinking for a couple of seconds. 'She needs to concentrate on her recovery…' he explained feeling the backlash coming from the New Yorkers.

Hank agreed. His mind traveled back to their conversation before Olivia went undercover. The only reason she was wavering about the whole mission was that in case something happened to her, Noah would get back to child services and she would never let that. If she knew they were threatening her son, she would most probably board the first plane to New York possibly jeopardizing her own health and recovery. They didn't need that, and they couldn't afford that. Especially him. He was not going lose her over some piece of scum.

'I'll handle it,' he declared and asked Lindsay to pass the phone to Amaro.

'I need you to get someone from your squad, go back to New York and pack up the kid and the babysitter and bring them here. Possibly right now, so you can return with the first flight in the morning…'

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