After explaining about Gunner to Fin, Amanda, and Carisi, Olivia pulled her phone from her pocket, thankful that she already had Sophia's number.

Where are you? she sent in a text.

Sophia responded very quickly. I'm at the Main Library.

Olivia chuckled—Sophia hadn't even left the neighborhood.

I need you to come hep us, pronto.

Am I in trouble?

Not in the least. We just need to borrow your noggin.

That makes me feel better. By the way, is it alright if we start moving in tonight?

Olivia realized that Sophia didn't want to be alone, so deciding that she'd call Alex later to let her know what was going on, she responded quickly but precisely.

Of course. Alex stayed over last night and she's staying again. That cool?

Absolutely—my whole family will be under one roof :) I'll be along in 20 minutes or so.

See you soon :)

Olivia set her phone in lock-screen mode and put it in her pocket.

"My Mini-Me is a freakishly fast texter." Olivia told the others, laughing. "She's been at the main library. Good for her."

Fin also laughed. "All of New York City at her disposal, and she goes to the library?"

"And one that's down the block, no less." Carisi remarked.

Olivia interjected, "And maybe I'm just having a 'proud mama' moment. I read to Sophia every day when I was pregnant with her."

"And I read to Jesse when I carried her." Amanda cheerfully chimed in. "I still read to her now, and even Frannie Mae gets cuddly and listens during story time… but I think that's because she doesn't like being away from Jesse."

Noticing that Fin and Carisi were growing steadily uncomfortable because of the talk about pregnancy, Olivia carried on just a little bit further.

"Amanda," she said to the younger woman. "When was the first time you felt a good, solid kick from Jesse?"

She smiled at the memory. "I was reading the first Harry Potter book to her. She really liked it because she kicked like crazy every time I read to her after that. When did you feel a kick from Sophia?"

"The very first day I started reading Peter Pan to her. I bet she read to Melissa when she was en utero."

Desperate to get her to stop talking about pregnancy, Fin cried, "Twenty bucks!"

"Fin, I wasn't looking for a bet, but okay—twenty bucks. Any other takers?"

Carisi and Amanda went in on the bet, too.

Before they could get any further carried away, the sketch artist arrived. Olivia dismissed herself, instructing her underlings to set the monitors on screensaver and wait for Sophia.

The woman in question arrived just after Olivia disappeared down a hallway with the sketch artist. When she saw her new friends, she headed over to them and greeted them warmly.

"Hey, guys!" she set her purse down on a tabletop next to her. "Where's Olivia? She said something about needing to borrow my noggin."

"She just went to take care of something," Carisi told her. "But she'll be right back."

Fin pointed to Sophia's purse. "What's in there?"

"Just some books I got: a few for me, a few for Melissa, and some for the baby. They're not big enough to hear yet, but this is about the stage I started reading to Melis—okay, what?"

Amanda and Carisi were both looking smug and Fin was digging his wallet out of his pants pocket.

"You just proved some of Olivia's musings and settled a bet at the same time." Amanda said as she accepted a twenty from Fin and stick it in her own pocket. "Thanks to you, my friend, I've earned forty bucks today."

Sophia laughed. "You guys are so weird."

"You don't know the half of it, kid." Olivia laughed as she joined them. "What's happening?"

"Sophia settled the bet," Amanda said happily. "And Fin owes you twenty bucks. He already paid up for the rest of us."

With a dramatic sigh, Fin handed Olivia his last twenty dollar bill. She thanked him, stuck it in her jacket pocket and turned to Amanda.

"Did you upload what I need?"

Amanda disconnected an iPad Mini from the main computer terminal and handed it to her. "Everything is all here."

Olivia took the iPad and raised it in a small salute.

"Thanks, Rollins. You and the boys know what to do."

Olivia turned to her offspring again.

"Follow me and bring your things, please."

"Okay."

Sophia did as she was told and followed Olivia across the squad room and through another door, which led to the semi-formal interrogation room.

"I thought you said I wasn't in trouble." Sophia said as Olivia shut the door and they sat on opposite ends of the table.

"And I promise you're not. I just want to talk."

"Amanda and the boys are on the other side of the glass, watching, huh?"

"They are." Olivia nodded. "Standard protocol."

"Rooms like this just make me feel claustrophobic, but that's another story." Sophia shuddered. "Why do you want to 'borrow my noggin'?"

"It's about Gunner."

"Has he been caught?"

"No, but we have a possible break. When did you first meet him?"

"Valentine's Day 2010, at a shelter in Hell's Kitchen."

Well, that fits the timeline Carisi constructed, Olivia thought nervously.

"Why do you remember the date?"

Sophia actually blushed. "I've always liked Valentine's Day."

"Alright. What did Gunner look like back then?"

Sophia scoffed. "Like an emo."

Olivia bit back a laugh. "Will you humor me and be specific?"

Obliging Olivia, Sophia went on to describe Gunner DiMaggio's appearance as it had been back when she'd first met him. It was almost exactly as his mugshot was.

"He also had electric blue hair with extra-long bangs that almost covered his eyes. I found it amusing, but one of the rules of staying at the shelter was no dyed hair."

"What's his natural hair color?"

"Blond. So blond, it almost looks like it came from the bottle." Sophia recalled. "I'm surprised Melissa didn't inherit the color, but who knows? The baby might."

Sophia looked curiously at her mother.

"Why are you asking me these things?"

Olivia deflected Sophia's question with another one. "What do you know about Gunner's life before you met him?"

Sophia thought about it. "He's an only child, but grew up a step or two short of poor. His parents died on 9/11, and since he was ten when that happened, he became a ward of the state. He always told me that there was nobody before me, and even though we fell out of love and he did what he did, I've never doubted that."

"No friends, or anything?"

Sophia grew cross and shook her head. "No. What is this, Olivia?"

Perhaps it was hearing her own child calling her by her name, or perhaps it was the spectacle of seeing someone who looked like her clone looking at her with what she realized was her own death stare, but Olivia sobered up.

"I'm asking these things because I want to know if you've ever seen these photos before."

Olivia unlocked the iPad and passed it to Sophia, who took it for herself. Upon examining them, she looked at her mother with something akin to horror.

"These are mugshots!" shrieked Sophia. "What the hell did he do? Kill someone?"

From the other side of the glass, Amanda, Fin, and Carisi watched Sophia melt down while Olivia talked her calmly through it, telling her what they'd found, including the part about his real name.

Amanda looked to her companions. "Well, she really didn't know. Poor thing."

Fin and Carisi just nodded, still watching the Bensons.

Rolling her eyes, Amanda spoke again.

"I wonder if Kathleen is done with the sketch artist yet."

No sooner had the word escaped her lips than there was a knock on the open door. When she, Carisi, and Fin turned, they saw a nervous-looking officer standing there. This one was new, having arrived only a few weeks previously.

"Yes?" Amanda asked. "It's Jefferson, right? Kelli?"

Right on cue, Officer Kelli Jefferson gave a nod and handed Amanda a file in a brown office folder. "Yep. The sketch is finished now, detective."

Amanda took it and stared after her, mostly because the officer had left before she could thank her, too nervous to stay.

"I know that we just got a batch of newbies last night, but do they have to keep doing that?"

Fin arched an eyebrow, playful. "Feeling old, Rollins?"

She slugged Fin hard in the arm and left the room, saying, "Now if you two will excuse me, I'm going to go act like a grown-up."

"She hits hard!" Fin remarked after she'd gone, rubbing the spot on his arm.

"Yeah, well, she lifts weights and likes to play softball now." Carisi said absently. "Often."

"And how do you know that?"

Before Carisi could say anything to that, Amanda knocked on the glass and mouthed, "Put your game faces on!" before following Olivia back into the office again.

"Sophia identified the sketch as Gunner DiMaggio, and as you saw, she never had any idea that he's actually called Satchel."

RAP-RAP!

They all jumped like fish in a fishbowl when they heard a loud noise, only to see Sophia knocking on the glass, trying to get their attention.

"Mom?" she called. "I just remembered a thing that could help—knock back, or something!"

Olivia followed through on the request and then pressed both of her hands against the glass, over her daughters'.

"Gunner hangs out at this stupid dive bar by Grand Central called The Main Event!" Sophia called, focusing her attention in the direction of the sound that Olivia had made. "I call it stupid because the whole place is cowboy-themed, and that's totally not my thing…"

Olivia sighed. "That's now the second time today someone's told me about The Main Event. I'll split up division of labor in a minute, but I have to do something first."

"Which is what?" Carisi wanted to know.

Olivia turned the volume dial down on the audio box under the window, meaning that nobody would be able to hear in to the interrogation room.

"I have to go comfort my daughter."

On her way out, Olivia grabbed a water bottle from her mini fridge for Sophia. It made her sad that Sophia had become so upset, but now her mothering instinct was in overdrive. She just couldn't ignore that.

"How are you, Sophia?" she asked when she returned to her and held out the water bottle.

She took the water bottle, thanking Olivia for it before taking a few grateful gulps.

"I'm sorry for losing it." she said meekly as she screwed the top back on and stuck it in a side pocket of her bag.

"There is nothing to apologize for," Olivia told her. "And I've been in this job since you were eight. I've seen people come unglued in worse ways than you did just now."

Sophia gave a nod of acceptance and changed subjects. "What time should I go to your place?"

"Give me a call at five-thirty, and I'll come get you so we can go to your apartments to get things for you and Melissa."

"Sounds good. Have you told Alex that we're coming?"

"No, but I will, so don't worry. Anything else you want to know before you go?"

Sophia looked out the door, to the squad room. Amanda and Carisi were working at their desks, but Fin was at his desk, talking to Kathleen, who was in a chair beside it, keeping him company. The pair was chatting lightly together.

"Who's with Fin?"

Olivia smiled. "That's my friend, Kathleen McFadden. Today is the first time I've seen her in almost seven years, and I've known her since she was a kid."

That got Sophia's attention, and she looked at her mother again. "Really? How?"

"Her father, his name is Elliot, and he was my partner from 1999 to 2011."

"What happened?" Sophia asked, realizing that whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"A case went really, really bad, and Elliot abandoned me."

Sophia felt her heart break for her mother. "Not even a goodbye?"

"No."

Olivia handed her a frame from off her desk. It was her favorite picture of her and Elliot.

"This is from one of our last undercover missions—for the sake of the case, we were pretending to be a married couple."

"He's a handsome guy." Sophia examined the picture and watched as Olivia put it back before nodding towards Kathleen. "Why is she here?"

"The sketch you confirmed is made from Kathleen's collaborations with a sketch artist; her mother is one of Gunner's victims."

"Oh." Sophia said softly. "Does she know about Noah or me?"

"There's only been time to tell her about Noah."

Sophia shuffled her feet. "I want to talk to her. Should I?"

Olivia thought it was adorable how shy Sophia was being, so she steered her by the shoulders as she said, "It's worth a shot because Kathleen is very nice and not that much older than you. I don't think she'll hold anything against you since you didn't know about what Gunner did."

"O-okay."

When they reached Fin's desk, Kathleen regarded the Bensons with amusement.

"Who's this, Olivia?" she wanted to know.

"This is Noah's big sister, my daughter, Sophia."

Quite nervous, the younger brunette spoke up. "It was my ex-husband who took your mother from you, and I am so sorry. It happened after we divorced, but I still never had any idea."

Had Sophia Benson been anyone else's daughter, Kathleen would have just fed them a line about being pleased to make their acquaintance and left it at that, but Sophia was Olivia's daughter. Kathleen owed Olivia a lot for all the ways that she'd come through for her over the years, and she'd liked her so much that she'd named her firstborn child after her. Kathleen was no longer the ice queen she'd been when she was younger, either, so being nice to Sophia was just the right thing to do.

"If you never knew," she finally said. "Then I don't blame you. None of this is your fault. How about a clean slate, Sophia?"

She held out a hand.

"I'm Kathleen Eloise McFadden. Would you like to be friends?"

Nodding, Sophia shook Kathleen's hand. "Yes. Yes, I would like to be friends with you, Kathleen."

"Then do you want to go do something together?"

Accepting that she'd already done everything she could to help Olivia in the others, she responded promptly. "I would love to."

Kathleen grinned and turned to Olivia. "Are you going to work on finding Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Kathleen. We are."

This news bolstered Kathleen's heart. "Thanks, Olivia."

"You're welcome."

Olivia watched as her daughter gathered her things, promise to drop her a line later, and leave with Kathleen, happy as anything.

Olivia stared after them, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach—if past patterns held, then because Kathleen had shown up, then Elliot wouldn't be far behind. That's the way it always had been, and Olivia had never been able to figure it out.

"Lieutenant?"

She returned to reality when she saw Fin, Amanda, and Carisi watching her.

"I'm fine, Fin." she said in response to the question he hadn't asked. "Have you or the others dug up anything about The Main Event bar?"

Carisi put a hand in the air, like an overeager school pupil. "I did—it's kitty-corner from Grand Central, and it was in the news recently because a drunk driver mistook the fire hydrant out front for a stop sign. The hydrant was jarred loose and exploded like a geyser."

"You and Fin can go over there and start asking about Gunner DiMaggio."

"You got it."

As Carisi and Fin made tracks post haste, Olivia walked over to Amanda's desk. The detective was in her seat, watching her.

"What about me?" she asked.

"I need you to look up someone called Megan Franks and then come give me an update when you're done."

"Alright. Do you know who she is?"

"I ran into her at the pub this morning. She was really nervous to talk to me because she was worried about getting caught by her boss, but she was also nervous because she works with Gunner."

"Does she know something about him?"

Olivia nodded. "She said she did, but the question is what because she got spooked before we could get that far. I managed to give her my card before I sent her on her way. I wouldn't be surprised if she calls me for something."

At that, Amanda had an epiphany. "She was the other person who brought up The Main Event, huh?"

"Yep."

"Then I'll get to work."

"Thanks, Rollins, and please be sure to knock on my door before when you deliver the update—I'll probably be on the phone."

Amanda responded with an, "Will do, Lieutenant!" before turning her attention to her computer.

As Olivia headed back to her office, she had one thought.

Alex. I need to call Alex.