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Gemma leaned her head back against the chair she was sitting on, closing her eyes as she answered the millionth question from her parents. "Jimmy Kirk was my pimp. He moved through the process quick. By the time Danny bought me out, he was in charge of the people ordering around the pimps. Jimmy brought me up the ranks with him. For being as young as I was, it was safer to keep me on their golden ticket list."

"Golden ticket list?" Elliot asked.

Olivia cleared her throat. "High rollers."

"Yeah." Gemma nodded. She exhaled through her nose sharply. "Police caught me when Jimmy was starting out. We learned from my experiences. He's smarter than most of the guys in that business. He's not afraid to get his own hands dirty if it means improving." She crossed her arms over her chest. "A couple months before Danny bought me out, Jimmy kept me for himself and his richest clientele. I worked two nights a week and was still making a few grand."

Olivia made a note on her paper, trying to focus on the story than the fact that her daughter was the one saying these words. "How did you get involved with Jimmy to begin with?"

Gemma rolled her eyes. "Danny and I were in a tough place. He got mono and couldn't go to work. He could barely function as a human let alone butcher meat for eight hours. My job wasn't making ends meet. So. . .I knew a girl who was in the game. Her guy wasn't taking on new girls, but he knew Jimmy. I met him at a club. Once I proved to him I was committed, he put me on the streets with his other girls."

"Are you in contact with any of them?" Olivia asked.

"I haven't talked to them since I left." Gemma admitted, running a hand through her hair. "A lot of those girls. . .once you leave, you're dead to them. I didn't even know Danny was going to buy me out. He knew what I was doing. I knew he didn't like it. But, it was good money, and I couldn't exactly just turn in a two weeks notice."

Elliot frowned. "How did Danny get the money to buy you out?"

"I asked him once, but he told me not to worry about it." Gemma breathed before resting her head against the table. "Can we take a break? We've been in here for nearly three hours."

Olivia sighed, setting her pen down. "Yeah, I'm starving, actually. How about some lunch?"

"Please." Both Elliot and Gemma begged at the same time.

Olivia chuckled standing up. She patted Elliot's shoulder as she walked around the table and into her office. When she closed the door behind her, the one leading to the bullpen opened. Amanda stopped when she noticed Olivia. "I was just going to drop this off." She set the file back down on the desk before heading towards the door.

"Can we talk, Amanda?" Olivia asked, her eyebrows furrowing together when the younger woman seemed to be radiating tension. "Close the door."

Amanda did as she was told, but she didn't make a move to sit down. She stayed close to the door, looking for an excuse to leave as Olivia sat down at her desk. "Something wrong?"

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me." She crossed one leg over the other. "You've been acting very strange all morning. I think I have a good idea why, but why don't I let you tell me? Let's see if you surprise me."

"You never told me you had a daughter." Amanda stated, her blue eyes almost boring holes into Olivia.

"And?" Olivia asked, not giving a shit about the blonde's statement.

Amanda scoffed. "Don't you think that maybe it was something you should've shared. I mean Fin and I catch this case. Now, we're not even working on it. We never thought that this girl would actually be your daughter. We didn't even have a clue that she existed."

Olivia glanced in at her daughter, seeing her still sitting at the table with her head laying on it, before turning her attention back to Amanda. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Friends share." Amanda stated.

Olivia's eyes widened. "Like you've shared every detail of your life with me." She ran a hand through her hair. "She's my kid. She's not yours, not Fin's. She's mine. You two didn't need to know. I had no clue she would show up in my interrogation room with fake IDs and a rap sheet. I haven't seen her since she was two months old. Elliot and I tried to avoid the topic altogether. I wasn't going to randomly bring it up to you two after he left."

Amanda's face skewed in disgust. "You tried to forget your own daughter."

". . .You adore your daughter, Amanda. Don't you?" Olivia asked, seeing the blonde's face soften at the mention of her child. "You. . .you have her with you everyday. I gave up my daughter, because I thought it would be better for everyone involved. I raised her for two months with Elliot before I had to say goodbye to her. Now, Jesse's father, he's not in the picture. What if he showed up? Wanted visitation? Wanted every other weekend? Those two days. . .you can't stand the thought of them right now. I gave up my two month baby girl thinking I might never see her again."

"I didn't fucking forget my daughter." Olivia spat. "But, talking about her, thinking about her, it was ripping my soul apart. I had Elliot there to help me get through it, because he also had to give up his daughter. We always knew she was out there, but we tried to not talk about her so we wouldn't break down."

Amanda shook her head. "You didn't have to give her up. You could've kept her."

Olivia nodded her head, looking down at her hands. "Yes, I could've. I could've raised her here in New York. I could've been the independent mother many years ago. I chose to give her to people who I knew would love her the way I did. I gave her up, so she could have a normal life. Her existence wouldn't break up a marriage, a partnership. But, guess what? Whether or not I kept her, whether or not she's here now, it's non of your business as to why I didn't tell you about her. It wasn't your business, still isn't."

"Friends don't keep secrets from each other, Liv." Amanda stated.

Olivia looked up with a sad smirk. "Really? How about you tell me who Jesse's father is? If you tell me that, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"That's different. He's not in the picture." Amanda defended herself.

"And, my daughter wasn't in the picture until a week ago. So, you tell me the difference." Olivia demanded before picking up her glasses and slipping them on. She picked up her cell phone and started scrolling through her contacts. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a phone call to make."

Please review! Sorry it's taking me so long to update. I'm in my last stretch of college, work is crazy, and I have a short story being published in May. My second publication! Love you guys though for sticking around and remaining my loyal fans and readers!