"Hank," Melinda stood next to him outside the hospital. "I talked to Olivia and explained everything to her. She now knows what she believed she remembered was only a product of her mind based on what she knew. I told her all the truth."

"How could that happen? How could she believe that son of a bitch was Charlotte's father?" He closed his fists against his legs. "Is that what she truly wants?"

"Don't do that to yourself, Hank. Olivia loves you."

"Not this Olivia."

"Yes, this Olivia. Her memory just went back to one moment in her life and her mind worked from there. It doesn't mean anything."

"Do you think she will ever remember?"

"I don't know what will happen. I don't know when or if she will remember. What she will remember."

"At least she was able to forget Lewis." Hank looked at Melinda. "We will have to tell her, if she doesn't remember?"

"Step by step. We are taking this step by step." She turned around to walk back into the hospital. "She wants to talk to you."

"I'll be right there."

Voight needed to regain his strength before facing her; build a wall that wouldn't let this situation break him. He knew –he understood– the things she said didn't aim to harm him but he couldn't help what he was feeling. There was the woman he loved more than life itself but she couldn't remember him. She couldn't remember the things they had gone through. The things they had said to each other. The dreams they had together. The future they had been planning together. It had all been taken away from them and he wasn't sure they would be able to get it back. What if she couldn't remember? What would happen? Would this new Olivia fall in love with him again? Would she still want a life with him? Would she continue to fight for their family?

"I am so sorry," she exclaimed the moment he stepped into the room. "You should have said something."

"I didn't quite know what to say. It took me by surprise and I didn't want to say anything that could hurt you."

"But I ended up hurting you. I may not remember but after everything Melinda said, I know you didn't deserve that."

"It wasn't truly your fault. Yes, it hurts to know you don't remember me but I am happy you are alive."

"Do you mind taking a seat?" She motioned for him to bring he chair closer to bed. "I want you to tell me things."

"What kind of things?" Voight brought the chair closer and it took all of his strength to stop himself from reaching out to touch her. "What would you like to know, Benson?"

"Did we like each other from the beginning?"

"Oh, absolutely not." He chuckled remembering their first encounter. "I did like you; from the very first moment. But I don't think you did. We argued a lot because our methods are…different. You threatened to…"

"Arrest you," Olivia said interrupting him. "Yes, I remember that now."

"Yes, you threatened to arrest me. Afterwards, we just made jokes about it."

"What about our first kiss?"

"We were walking around Chicago after you shared a personal thing with me. It was cold so I stopped to give you my jacket and all you did was smile after I put it on your shoulders. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity before I took a step forward and kissed you." Hank looked straight into her eyes. "It wasn't out of this world but to me it was perfect."

Olivia closed her eyes as the memories from that specific moment galloped into her mind. She remembered the cold had made her hands go numb. The weight of his jacket –smelling of bourbon and cigarettes– on her shoulders. How his hands felt as he held onto her waist. She could feel the roughness of his lips on hers and could almost taste the beer on his tongue. His words made the memories, the feelings, start to reappear in her mind. She didn't remember everything quite yet but she remembered the butterflies in her stomach, the way her heartbeat accelerated and the way the heat spread between her thighs.

"You whispered my name as you pulled away."

"You remember?" A glimpse of hope shone in his eyes.

"What you said brought the memories back." She patted the bed for him to sit closer to her. "What about our first time?"

Voight moved over and sat on the bed next to her. "Do you really want to know?"

"Please."

"After that walk, we went to my place and I guess the passion took over because we didn't even make it to my bedroom. We were kissing in the kitchen when we took our clothes off. And, well, one thing led to another…we had sex against the kitchen wall. I have to admit, it wasn't really romantic but, damn, it was good."

That memory came back as well. She felt the wall slamming against her back as he thrusted his hips. The sweat running between their bodies. His lips on her neck, kissing every centimeter of her skin. She could hear herself moaning his name. His groan as he went deeper in her. He was right, it hadn't been romantic but something told her that didn't mean it hadn't been special. And as she looked at him, she knew he loved her and all he wanted was for her to remember.

"You made fun of how high my leg could go on the same night you met Noah. Oh my god," she whispered as she touched her hands to her heart. "Noah! How is he? Where is he?"

"He's okay; don't worry. He was with Lucy last time I checked. And your team has been taking turns looking after him. He's been taken care of."

"I would like to see him."

"Once you are doing better, okay? I want to make sure you are fine and the doctor says so before I bring him over."

"Okay. Okay." Olivia looked at him for a moment before she spoke again. "I still don't remember being pregnant." Tears filled her eyes. "Could you tell me about it? Have you met our daughter?"

"Well, I only found out a few weeks ago. We had gotten into a fight and we had zero communication for seven months; until a new case brought us back together. That's when I found out." Hank tried to read her expression to understand exactly what she was feeling. "You were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. The baby was growing and the pregnancy got troublesome. You had really high blood pressure and that's what cause you to faint." He took a pause allowing the news to sink in. "And yes, I've met our daughter. She's a beautiful tiny girl who looks just like her mother."

"Is she okay?"

"Absolutely. At the moment, she's connected to a feeding tube because you were unable to breastfeed her. But she's a healthy baby. A fighter, just like her mom."

[four months]

Hank kissed her cheek as they stepped on the elevator after a beautiful night of celebration. That morning, her doctor had called Olivia to let her know her last check-up had been great and she was finally able to go back to her normal life. That meant she could go back on the field with her team. She could go back to being in charge without having to report to someone else. She would be able to pick Noah and Charlotte up without Hank needing to be around or getting tired after two minutes. She could go back to being in control of her own life and that was something she had missed.

The first two months of her recovery were spent at the doctor's office daily. Tests being done, needles continuously pinching her arms for blood and hundreds of questions being asked repeatedly. The last two months had been a bit easier. She had been able to go back to work –behind a desk– and only had to see her doctor once a week. But above all, the four months had been spent getting to know herself and the people in her life all over again. Her memory came back after her conversation with Voight and their love only grew stronger from that moment on.

"You know," Olivia said as she pressed the red stop button on the elevator, "I can go back to my normal life. All of it."

"Yes, you told me that already."

"Do you understand what that means?"

"That you are fully recovered." Hank was oblivious to the thoughts running through her head.

"Sex, Voight, it means sex."

"I wasn't going to say that." He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her body into his. The mix of her sweet perfume and the wine they had been drinking hit him bringing a smile to his face. "I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything until you are ready."

She bit down on her lower lip before whispering, "I'm ready."

"Now? Right here?"

"If my memory doesn't fail me, we have never had sex on an elevator."

"Your memory doesn't fail you."

"So," she started unzipping her black dress revealing the red lace bra she was wearing, "this is technically my first time in this new life. We should also make it a first time on an elevator." Her dress was on the floor and her hands were quickly unbuckling his belt.

"Whatever my lady wants, my lady gets."

Voight kissed her lips softly as he unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingers were playing with the zipper of his trousers and the excitement ran through her veins. As she felt his hands on her stomach she was a teenager having sex for the first time again. She was nervous and scared but she knew that was the right moment and no one could be better than the man she loved. His lips on her neck pushed all the thoughts away and from that moment on she was his. He was in control of her body and her emotions and she had never felt safer.

"If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?" He looked into her eyes as he took her bra off. "I am not doing anything that you don't want to or that you won't enjoy." He caressed her breasts as he gently pinned her against the elevator wall. "You are in charge here. We go as far as you can and want." Voight took a step back to take his pants off and a big smile was drawn on his face. "You are beautiful, Olivia Benson, and I am so happy you are alive."

Benson wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. "I trust you," she said as he pulled her underwear off and picked her up. He kissed from her lips down to her jawline along her neck to her clavicle. Every kiss was a reassurance of his love for her. He squeezed her ass slightly as he entered her body in the gentlest way. Her thighs tensed around his waist as he worked his hips thrusting himself deeper in her. She closed her eyes as a low moan escaped her lips.

Olivia started moving her hips in circles matching the rhythm of his body. He took her right nipple with his lips and tugged at it making her body arch against his chest, her forehead resting against the wall. He continued to thrust his hips against hers, their bodies slamming against each other with every thrust and salty drops of sweat forming between them. Voight felt her wetness and her walls tightening around him as he hit her core over and over again.

"Fingers," Benson said in a groan.

"Happy to see somethings never change." Hank tugged at her lip biting it gently. He pressed his thumb hard against her before using two fingers to rub her wet clit. Olivia screamed in pleasure making her body go weak; he sure knew how to drive her crazy. He pulled his member out and grinned at her before thrusting his hips entering her body one more time hitting her g-spot. A loud moan echoed in the elevator as they both came and she let her body fall right into his arms.

"How could I ever forget that?!" Olivia exclaimed as he put her back down. "That was amazing!"

Voight chuckled while they both got dressed. "I am glad your taste wasn't changed."

"I could lose my memory a million times," she kissed him, "and a million times I would choose you."

"I love you, Benson."

"And I love you, Henry Voight."

[thirsty years later]

"Olivia, stay still!" Charlotte looked at her youngest daughter running around the garden.

"She carries the name well." Voight smiled at the thought of his beloved wife. "She's just like your mom."

"I miss her."

"I do too. But she lived a great life. Saw you getting married and becoming a mom. Saw Noah become a doctor and a father. All she ever wanted."

That night, Charlotte watched both her children sleep and knew Olivia was proud of her. Her mother had been able to grow old with the man she loved and her family. She died in her sleep with a smile on her face nearly a year ago and they still missed her every day. Charlotte had seen her dad growing older and weaker ever since; like he just wanted to be reunited with his wife. And as she thought about her parents, she read the letter her father had given her on her fifteenth birthday.

Dear Charlotte,

Happy birthday, my love! Your mother and I are so proud of the woman you are becoming. From day one, you've fought to be in this world and on your last day I know the world will see the mark you left on it. You are a unique and wonderful person and I know you got that from your mother.

I hope one day you find the love your mom and I share because there is nothing better. Love doesn't always come easy and it may take some time. Look at me. I had Camille and thought she was the love of my life. Don't get me wrong, my time with her was wonderful. We both loved each other and she taught me about this crazy journey called life. But your mom…your mom is the kind of woman you would go to the end of the world for. She is the kind of love songs and poems are written about. Because even when she didn't know who I was, she still held my heart in her hands.

I hope one night when you are married you look to your side and know no matter what happens you will be okay. That's how I feel and I owe it all to your mother. She has made me a better man and even if I died tomorrow, I would die knowing I was the luckiest man on this planet.

So find that. Find a love that hurts, plays with your feelings and, at the end of the day, makes life worth living.

Love you,

Dad.

"Yes?" Charlotte picked up the phone and knew what Noah would say.

"Charlotte, dad is gone."

"I know. He is with her again."

Thank you for joining me in this crazy ride! I hold these characters and this story close to my heart so I appreciate you reading it. Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated.