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"Thank you so much for doing this." Olivia said to Dave and Mya as she watched them put together a puzzle with Noah in the middle of the living room. "I promise. I will find her."

"We know you will." Dave nodded his head.

Mya smiled. "Besides, this little guy is more fun than the weirdos walking around on the streets." She ruffled Noah's hair and looked between Elliot and Olivia standing by the front door. "Go. Find our girl and bring her home."

Elliot held open the front door before Olivia walked out. He followed close behind her, paying extra attention. "Cute kid. I didn't know you got married."

"I didn't." Olivia said with a slight roll of her eyes. "You don't need to be married to have a kid, Stabler." They stepped onto he elevator. She waited until the doors closed before speaking again. "I adopted him. His mother was a working girl, and she ended up murdered. His father. . .he's worse than my father."

Elliot shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, shrugging slightly. "I always knew you'd make a great Mom. Even after we gave Gemma up, I knew you would've been the best mother for her."

Olivia leaned against the wall, looking straight ahead at the glowing numbers for each floor. "We never really talked about that night or any night from the beginning of the pregnancy to her adoption day."

"I always figured you didn't want to talk about it. You never wanted to tell me about your boyfriends or much of anything too personal. I figured talking about a human being that came out of you, whether or not she was mine, would be pushing your limits a little bit." Elliot said with a small smirk.

"You're such an ass." Olivia chuckled before the doors opened. "I'll start riding the subway and see if I find her. I can make calls to her friends from there."

Elliot nodded as they stepped outside and headed towards his car. "I'll drive by her neighborhood. Text me any information about the places she hangs out at."

"Got it." Olivia nodded before they both ducked inside the car.

Olivia rubbed her forehead with her fingers. Thirty-five phone calls. Six hours riding the subway that smelled of BO and urine. She was yearning for a shower and a person who didn't smell of liquor. She pressed the dial button on her phone one last time. The phone rang three times before the other end picked up. "Liv, did you find her?"

"No, there's no sign of her." Olivia stated, glancing up and down the train again. "All her friends haven't seen her. She's gone completely dark."

"I haven't seen her in her neighborhood either." Elliot sighed. He pulled over to the side of the road and let his head drop back against the leather seat. "I called her and left a message. Hopefully, someone will see her somewhere. Nick and Amanda have the graveyard shift tonight. Maybe they'll see her somewhere."

Olivia exhaled through her nose slowly. "I hope so. I'm really freaking out."

Elliot nodded his head in agreement. "So am I." He glanced out at the Hudson river across the street from where he was parked. He didn't even want to think back to all the cases where they found some poor woman's corpse floating along the shore. He shook his head before focusing back on the phone call. "Where are you?"

"The next stop is at Times Square." Olivia yawned, glancing at her watch that was showing the time near midnight. "Where are you?"

Elliot turned on his blinker and looked behind him. "Close by. I'll meet you by the second police stand there."

Olivia stood up from the bench when she saw Elliot jogging over to her. She welcomed his embrace when he stood toe to toe with her. She closed her eyes when his arms wound around her waist. "How are we going to find her, El?"

Elliot buried his nose in her hair. "I don't know." He pulled back slightly and saw the puffiness around her eyes. "Tomorrow, let's track her phone. I don't think putting out a missing persons will help her. It might actually hurt her with the kind of past she's had." She nodded her head, but he knew that his words hadn't done anything to ease the ache in her chest. It didn't do anything to his. "Let's go home. Get some sleep. We'll find her."

"I don't want to go home. I want to find our daughter and bring her home." Olivia stated, looking around at the millions of people walking by them. "We never got to do that the first time around. I am bringing my baby girl home."

"Okay, we'll find her. We'll find her." Elliot breathed before taking her hand into his. "I want to check a few more spots. How about I drop you off at the station? Maybe you could get a hit off of her phone tonight."

Olivia pulled out her phone. "I hope Barba is up for a challenging negotiation."

After dropping Olivia off at the precinct, Elliot drove across town to the clubs that Danny was pictured in from the files on Olivia's desk. Every club had a line of people waiting to go inside. Each person who went in opened up the vortex of flashing colors and strobe lights. He watched every person in the lines and walking along the sidewalk. It wasn't until the last club that he saw a familiar girl walking down the sidewalk with a slight wobble in her step. He pulled up alongside of her to see Gemma walking aimlessly in a cocktail dress.

"Well, look who is doing the walk of shame. It's kind of ironic. I did the same walk the night you were conceived." Elliot said slowly driving alongside her as she held her heels in her right hand, her purse in her left. "It's dangerous to be walking out here dressed like that at this hour. Get in the car."

"Why?" Gemma asked stopping to turn towards him, looking through the open passenger window. "You lied to me. I was just starting to get my shit together, and you dump that cluster fuck on me. Not only that, now my boyfriend won't talk to me."

Elliot frowned. "I don't think it's the right time, but we are going to have to talk about your language." He saw her roll her eyes, starting to walk again. "I'm sorry that we lied to you. Your mother and I both are. We wanted to tell you sooner, but we figured it'd be best if we didn't give you that news in the middle of sending your high school sweetheart to prison. It's not like we don't care."

Gemma chuckled sadly. "Actions speak louder than words, Elliot."

"Well, I found you, didn't I? Do you know how long it took me to find you? Olivia is calling a lawyer right now to getting permission to track your phone. Dave and Mya are trying to think of places or people you might now. Do you know how scary it is to wonder where your daughter is? I was a cop for twenty plus years. I know what happens to girls who go missing. I was just about ready to start looking in ditches and dumpsters." Elliot stated narrowly missing a car parked on the side of the street. "I'm trying to get you into this car and off the street because I care about what happens to you. I care about you, damn it."

"And, we need to talk about my language?" Gemma asked raising her eyebrows.

Elliot smiled. "Just get in the fucking car so I can take you home."

Gemma stopped again and sighed tossing her heels into the car. Pulling on the door handle, she climbed into the car and let her body sink into the leather seat. "You happy?"

"I'd be more happy if you wouldn't use sarcasm." Elliot said before rolling up the window and taking off. "But, yes, I'm happy." He grabbed his phone and dialed the last number he texted. "Liv, I found her."

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