"Good morning, beautiful," Munch smiled as Olivia took her coat off and laid it across the back of the chair by her desk.
"Mornin'," she forced a half smile.
Fin sat at his desk and looked up at her from his computer. "Alex called about a few minutes ago. We gotta go pick Langston up for another round of questioning,"
"Really? I wonder how she pulled that off," she replied, sitting on the edge of Munch's desk. "We'll go pick him up in just a minute, but I need to tell you guys something,"
"Olivia, it's okay," Munch smiled. "We've known for a long time that you're madly in love with me, but I'm sorry, you're not my type,"
Fin let out a chuckle. "Wow, Munch, when you dream, you dream big, eh?"
Olivia smiled and let out a groan. "Back to the seriousness, guys," she reached into her back pocket and pulled out the letter she had recieved earlier that morning.
"What's that?"
"Well, I woke up to banging at my door around 5:30 this morning. By the time I got to the door whoever it was had left, but this had been slipped under my door," she handed the letter to Munch.
Munch read it outloud and made a face. Fin rubbed his temples, letting out a groan. "When will this shit end?"
"I don't know," she sighed. "But, it's getting incredibly old," Munch handed the letter back to her as she stood up. "I'm gonna go show it to Cragen,"
"Alright," Fin stood up and grabbed his coat. "We're gonna go grab Langston, see what kind of bullshit story he has for us today,"
"Okay, I'll be here," she called as she moved towards Cragen's office.
"I just don't get it," Munch said as he pulled his coat on and moved to follow Fin out the door. "Now, this guy's going after Olivia? Why?"
"I don't know. But, I'm getting pretty tired of seeing my friend's gettin' fucked with,"
Elliot let out a groan as Brayden's crying from the other room woke him up. Trying his best not to wake Becca up, he wiggled his way off the couch. Becca stirred as he tucked the blanket around her. "Shhh..I'll be right back, go back to sleep, baby," he whispered as her eyes fluttered open.
Before Elliot could make his way to the other room to get Brayden, the doorbell rang. He shuffled to the door to open it, finding Becca's parents on the other side. "Hey, come in," he ushered them inside and moved back towards the kitchen to get the baby.
"We went by the hospital to see Becca," David, Becca's father, said as him and Sheryl followed him. "Apparently, she checked herself out?"
"Yeah, she did," Elliot replied, picking Brayden up from his bassinet and holding him against his chest. Brayden cuddled into his t-shirt, shoved his tiny fist into his mouth and stopped crying.
"Why would she do that?" Sheryl asked. "She was in no condition to leave so early. What is she thinking?"
"Right now, she's thinking that her mother should ask her herself," Becca spoke from the doorway. "Seriously, mother, calm down,"
"Sweetie, I'm only worried about you," Sheryl moved to wrap her daughter in a hug. Becca looked over Sheryl's shoulder at Elliot and rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine, mom," she escaped her mother's grasp and moved towards Elliot, gently patting Brayden's back. "Somebody probably needs a diaper and a feeding, huh baby boy.." she cooed at him and placed a kiss atop his little head.
"I'm gonna go change him," Elliot smiled and left the kitchen.
David moved to embrace Becca in a gentle hug.. "I'm glad you're feeling better, sweetheart," he pecked a kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks,"
"Oh, bunny girl," Sheryl sighed. Becca cringed, hating the nickname that he mother had given her since she was a child. "I know that you said you're feeling better, but you look like hell,"
"Wow, mom. Thanks!" she rolled her eyes and moved to put on a pot of coffee.
"Well, I don't mean anything by it. I'm just saying that some sleep would probably do you some good,"
Becca groaned and turned to face her. "Seriously, mother! I just woke up. Get off my fucking back! I'M FINE!"
Sheryl made a face. "Rebecca!"
Elliot returned to the kitchen with Brayden. "Hey...hey...come on...no bickering, that's the last thing anyone needs right now."
"Oh, Elliot! Haven't you tried to get through to her? She was raped and beaten for days, she shouldn't be up and running around! She should be resting!"
Before Elliot could say anything, there was a loud shatter as a coffee cup flew across the room. Becca turned to her mother with rage filled eyes.
"You're absolutely right, mom! I was kidnapped! I was raped! I was beaten! I was away from my newborn baby for days! You're right, I do look like hell! Maybe that's because I can't close my eyes without seeing my attackers masked faces! I can only sleep for an hour or so at a time, and that's only if Elliot is holding me, so I know that I'm somewhat safe! Please, mom! Keep telling me how I'm supposed to feel and what I'm supposed to be doing! After all, you know so much about what I've been through, atleast you fucking think you do!"
Sheryl simply gulped, not having a clue what to say in response to Becca's sudden outburst. She simply turned and left the room as tears built up in her eyes.
"Come on, sweetheart, let's not do this," Elliot moved to Becca and looped an arm around her waist.
"No," she escaped his grasp. "Fuck her and the fucking horse she rode in on! I'm sick and tired of her telling me how I should think and feel!"
"Rebecca, sweetheart," David spoke up. "I'm sorry for even bringing her over here. I should have known that after everything with the restraining order that she would be the last person you wanted to see,"
"Restraining order?" she raised an eyebrow, confused.
Elliot simply shook his head and laid Brayden back down in his bassinet.
"Oh, you haven't told her..." David sighed.
"No," Elliot replied. "I didn't think it was the best topic to bring up just yet,"
"Well don't fucking keep me in suspense and talk about me like I'm not here! What the hell!"
Elliot sighed and turned to her. "After we found you, your mother had me served with a restraining order. She claimed that you weren't able to make decisions for yourself and that I was a danger to you,"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm not," he shook his head. "I actually got to spend a night in jail for it,"
Before anything else could be said, Becca rushed out of the kitchen after her mother. She found her standing in the hallway, wiping tears from her eyes. Not a word was spoken as Becca stormed towards Sheryl and grabbed her by the arm.
"Becca, what are you-"
Becca pushed her towards the front door. "Don't even speak. Get the hell out of my house,"
"My goodness, don't talk to me like that!"
Becca opened the front door and motioned for her to get out. "Get out of my house,"
"Rebecca,"
"Shutup, mother," she snapped. "Until you can accept that the man that I married is my HUSBAND and that I LOVE him, I am not your daughter. He is a part of me and a huge part of my son. You cannot run my life. Just leave,"
"But I-"
"Bye," Becca simply closed the door in her face and went back to the kitchen. "Dad, you're wife needs a ride home," she moved to pick up a whimpering Brayden from his bassinet. Elliot stood against the counter, not knowing what to say or what to do. "Keep her the hell away from me, until she can accept Elliot. Not to mention the huge apology she owes him,"
"I'm sorry about all of this," David sighed. "I've tried telling her a thousand times that all she's going to do is push you away,"
"It's fine, dad. I know you have. Just get her away from me,"
"I'm just...not sure why I'm here again," Garret Langston stuttered nervously, as Fin entered the interview room at the precinct.
"Well, you're here again cause we don't think that you're being very honest,"
"But, I am being honest...I had nothing to do with whatever happened to Stabler's wife,"
Before Fin could respond, Olivia entered the interview room and slammed down a stack of paperwork. "Do you really wanna talk about honesty, Mr. Langston?"
"What are you talking about?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Detective Munch just found your website,"
"Wh-what website?"
"Umm...? Ring a bell?"
"That was something I did a long time ago! I've gotten over it and moved on with my life! I'm focused on my children!"
"Really? You've moved on? According to the tracking we did, the last time you logged onto the website was this morning..."
"But..." he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Where's my lawyer? Is he here yet?"
"Not yet, but he's on his way," Fin replied. "Are you gettin' nervous?"
"I want a deal,"
Fin simply looked up at Olivia, knowing they had finally just made a break in the case.