A/N:

Theo: 5

Twins: 4

This one started out one way and then took a different direction. As I was writing it, I just thought, as the wife and family of a police officer and detective, how hard must it be when mom or dad is gone for days on end. It must happen quite frequently ad this is just one occasion that this must have happened. I hope you enjoy!

A Welcome Visitation

OOO

"And how did your penis come out? Spontaneous unzipping?" Olivia raised her eyebrows as she leaned on the aluminum table, palms flat on the coldness.

Christopher Schmidt sneered at Olivia, his eyes scanning her body. He was a clean cut man, tall, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, well-dressed citizen of the Upper East Side—exactly her neighborhood. She tried not to think of this fact as she continued with her questioning.

The brunette detective pounded the table once firmly. "Eyes up here, Chris…is that how it happened? Your zipper just…magically came down and…from sheer size, your business just…popped out?" Olivia stood erect now and folded her arms now and slowly began pacing behind him.

"Yeah…" Christopher Schmidt smirked and took a long, deep sigh, as if this entire situation were utterly boring to him, "…yeah, that's how it happened. I can't help it if I'm…well endowed…the ladies seem to appreciate it…"

Olivia ground her teeth and felt her nostrils flare on their own volition. Her eyes narrowed and she returned to her spot to Mr. Schmidt's left. She slammed her hands back on the table, centimeters from his arms, her face within inches of his. "What about drugging them before you rape them, you sick son-of-a-bitch! I suppose that was an accident, too?" Her breathing was heavy, panting close to the perpetrator.

"Calm down, Detective. You're working yourself up far too much…" His eyes penetrated her own, that smug expression not leaving his face.

Olivia smiled now, about to share information with him that was sure to anger him. "We found your stash, Christopher…espresso coffee can in your pantry…ring a bell?"

"Hey! I know my rights and how the law works. You can't search my penthouse. You have to have a warrant!"

"God, you're stupid…" Olivia shook her head. "Your doorman signed for a package, Christopher. A package from D & K Industries?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So…there's our permission for a warrant..." Olivia moved the chair close to the suspect now and sat, leaning forward and looking at him intently, "…we checked into D & K Industries and found that it's a professional distributing center for equine supplies…"

Christopher furrowed his brow. "My family has horses. We have a stable in Westhampton."

"Horse tranquilizers, Chris? What we found was an obscene amount…not only in the coffee can, but also in the trunk of your car, and guess where else we found more?" Olivia smiled, leaning closer.

Mr. Schmidt swallowed hard.

Olivia spoke in a low whisper now, her tone oozing with pleasure. "We found it in the systems of the women that you raped…the same exact brand and type."

The two stared at each other now, eyes unwavering, for what seemed like seconds but must have been longer because sweat began to bead and drip down Mr. Schmidt's temples and forehead.

Two knocks on the window now and Olivia moved to the door of the interrogation room and turned the knob, still eyeing the now-nervous man in the chair who had relaxed from her departure, even if only slightly. She opened the door and exited, closing it firmly behind her.

"You need a break, Liv? I can take him for a little while," Fin offered.

"I can talk to him, too. You had him right there." Carisi tried.

"Yeah, I know I had him right there…why'd you pull me out?"

"Liv…you've been going at this for almost twenty hours…"

"I know…" Olivia agreed. She was exhausted and famished and slightly dizzy but, at the same time, they had been working non-stop on this case for the past three days and she didn't want to stop now, especially since he hadn't requested advice from an attorney yet. But he didn't seem to be folding—not just yet.

She had been the only one in the box as the accused claimed he would tell only Olivia all she wanted to know. And so the other detectives had stepped aside to allow her to do so.

The brunette shook her head and put her hand on his shoulder, "No, I got it, Fin…really…" Olivia tried a smile and looked at Sonny Carisi, too. "He doesn't want to talk to either of you, remember, Finneous? We want a confession not an elimination of his bladder."

"He knows what he's doing, Liv…thinks he can charm you like he did his victims."

"Lemme just take him for a little while longer. It's…" Olivia looked at her watch, "…seven right now…he's not going anywhere tonight."

Footsteps were heard now and Olivia turned to find John Buchanan headed toward them.

"When did he ask for counsel?" Olivia looked at Fin and Carisi.

"Evening, detectives…" his snarky voice claimed.

"When did he invoke?" Carisi asked.

"The call was made to his girlfriend. Girlfriend called the parents in the Hamptons and bingo, voila, presto I am here" He bowed slightly.

"Damn!" Olivia moved away from the group now putting the heels of her hands on her forehead and closing her eyes.

"Sorry, Detective Benson…all that hard work, huh?"

Olivia turned and took a deep breath now, shaking her head, balling her fists at her sides.

"Go take a breather, Liv…get something to eat, grab a couple of winks…come back refreshed."

Olivia nodded as she moved up to ADA Buchanan. She moved closer, "It's Benson-Cabot, Counselor. Remember that."

She began removing her black blazer, her right arm getting stuck, causing her to yank it off angrily as she headed to the stairs and up to the cribs.

AAA

"There she is…" Alex sang softly as she guided the kids into the cold, dank, musty room, three sets of metal-framed bunk beds with dark green wool blankets on them. She spotted her wife on the far one, close to the window, her back to them, her body curled into the fetal position.

The kids had been asking about their mother. She had been gone three days straight and they wanted to see her, wanted to hug her, to tell her that they loved her. No amount of pictures drawn or notes written by their three little ones replaced being in her presence, feeling her love, personally.

So, she had packed up dinner—picnic basket and all—and had called Fin and they were now here, at this late hour of nine o'clock—way past the kids' bedtime.

But an exception had to be made.

"I want to see Mama…" Theo looked up at Alex.

Alex reached down and tousled his hair. "Then go see her, Baby…"

The twins were on Alex's left but as soon as they saw that their brother was heading over to Olivia, they soon followed.

Alex set the picnic basket down and moved closer to the bed that her wife was on, folding her arms and smiling at their children's banter in front of their mother, their voices whispering.

"She not sleeping…" Isabel's brow was furrowed, those blue eyes looking at Olivia intently.

"She sleeping, Izzie. Look her eyes are closed." Grace reached out and pointed to the brunette's closed lids. "See?" Grace leaned in, putting her hands on the mattress. "Mama? You sleep?" she whispered.

Isabel joined in. "Mama?"

Theo's face was priceless. He looked like he thought they were doing something wrong. As the girls continued whispering to each other, Theo looked at the blonde attorney and approached her slowly, then motioned for her to bend down.

"Mama needs to sleep, right? Mama is tired?"

"Yes, Baby…" Alex knelt down, "…she's been working to get a bad guy and hasn't slept much. So she's sleeping and we brought her dinner. She's OK, though, Theo…she has to wake up to eat and then she can go back to sleep. OK?"

Theo looked at her carefully, processing what she had just told him. He then nodded and smiled. "I know how to wake Mama up just how she likes it."

Alex smiled at the sweetness. So do I, Alex thought. "Then you go do it, my boy…go wake your Mama up."

Theo tip-toed over to his brunette mother again and then watched as the three watched her again.

Theo moved to lean in to Olivia.

"No, Theo!" Isabel whispered, her face incredulous. "She sleeping!"

"Mommy said to wake her up and I know how…" Theo's tone was stern.

The twins looked at Alex now and she simply nodded, smiling at them.

She watched as Theo leaned in now and kissed her cheek softly, pulling away and looking at Olivia intently.

A smile began on Olivia's face and she opened her eyes, looking at her son. "My Prince Charming…" She looked at the girls and then Alex. "You guys…what is my beautiful family doing here?" Olivia sat up now and reached her arms out. "Come here…all of you…Mama hug…"

The kids climbed on top of her and she held them tightly, kissing their heads and faces repeatedly.

"Oh, my babies…" Olivia looked at Alex, smirking, "…all my babies are here…"

"We brought you dinner, Mama!" Theo beamed.

"Oh, you did?" Olivia's eyes were wide, her mouth open.

Theo nodded, so satisfied with their surprise.

"And da salad is in there and sa-pa-gee-ti…and da bread, Mama!" Isabel began laughing before grabbing Olivia's neck and pulling her closer, Grace just holding Olivia, her cheek pressed into the brunette's bosom.

It was a beautiful sight. Alex wanted so badly to walk up to Olivia and kiss her squarely on the mouth and not let it end. But, as they had decided long ago, this was the workplace and they would restrain from anything that might be misconstrued as inappropriate.

Alex picked up the basket and moved even closer still. "We have everything in here. I thought we could all eat at the table at the top of the stairs?" Alex smiled as her children continued to hold her wife.

"Sounds good, Al…" Olivia's smile broadened. "How are you, Babe?" Olivia yawned and covered her mouth. "Excuse me…"

"Mama tired…" Isabel patted Olivia's back.

"I'm good, Liv…we've missed you the past three days. I've missed not having you with me at night…"

"I know Babe…at least we've seen each other during the day…" Olivia raised her eyebrows, "…but I know…it's not the same. And the kids…" Olivia's eyes began to water. "I've missed my three babies so much…" Olivia kissed the tops of their heads again.

"We've missed you, Mama…" Grace added. "When you come home?" Brown eyes locked with brown.

Olivia stroked the silky blonde hair of Grace's ponytail. "Soon, Baby. Soon…" She kissed her forehead once more.

"Let's make Mama's food!" Theo beamed before standing and jumping up and down.

Olivia moved to the edge of the bed. "Help your tired Mama?"

The three kids held their hands out.

"Girls push, Theo pull…" Olivia suggested.

The kids did as they were asked and the brunette was up, the three hugging her hips as she walked.

Even three days working non-stop, she still looks gorgeous, the blonde couldn't help but muse. "Hungry?" Alex questioned.

Olivia moved in close to her, smiling, and despite what they had discussed, she planted a quick kiss on her mouth. "Absolutely, Babe.. Starving." She smiled. "Thank you…."

"Anything, Liv. Anything…"