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"How did you do that?" Noah asked loudly, making Gemma chuckle as they laid on the floor. Their heads were squished together as they both looked up at the video game on her phone, something Noah begged her to do so he could play. "Get the mushroom!"

"I'm going. I'm going." Gemma giggled before her thumbs swerved around her on screen.

Olivia walked into the living room, smiling when she saw the two had forgone sitting on any of the furniture in the living room and decided to sprawl out on the hard wood floors. "Alright, Noah, it's time for bed. I even gave you an extra fifteen minutes to play with Gemma."

Noah pouted out his bottom lip. "But, Mom."

"Buddy, I'm gonna hit the couch here soon anyway. We can play more tomorrow." Gemma said, turning off the game on her phone. She sat up, grabbing onto his sides and tickling him. "I'll show you how to on the Castle."

"Cool." Noah grinned before Gemma helped him onto his feet. "Can Elliot read me my story tonight?"

Olivia smirked before looking over her shoulder, seeing Elliot's wide eyes from the kitchen as his hands froze in the dish cloth he was wiping them on. "What do you say, El? You up for a bedtime story."

Elliot grinned at her and nodded his head. "I've had years of practice. Go put your pjs on, bud. I'll figure out which story to tell you." He watched as the little boy ran back to his bedroom before looking at Olivia. "I think he likes me."

"I know he does. Bedtime stories are very sacred to him." Olivia smiled before sitting down on the couch, her eyes moving to her teenage daughter staring down on her phone as her thumbs tapped furiously away on the keyboard. "Who are you talking to?"

"Mya. She and Dave just got home from the airport." Gemma stated.

Noah came running out of his bedroom, his hands pulling down his shirt. "Elliot! I'm ready."

Elliot laughed before picking up the little boy and heading back towards the room. "What kind of stories do you like?"

Olivia smiled before hearing the door close. She looked back to Gemma as she tucked her legs under herself. "How was their flight?"

"Uneventful. They slept the entire flight." Gemma smiled before letting her screen go dark. She slid her phone into the front pocket of her sweatshirt, glancing around the apartment before she eventually had nothing else to investigate. "Is that Amanda chick at the station your sister or something? She was on the phone with her daughter and called you Aunt Liv."

"No," Olivia said, shaking her head, "we're not sisters. We just have a close friendship. We don't really have family around here, so we help each other out." She ran a hand through her hair. "But, I don't think she'll be speaking to me outside of work for a while."

Gemma furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?"

"She's upset I didn't tell her about you." Olivia stated, playing with her fingers. "She thinks I should've told her because we're friends."

Gemma nodded her head. "I can get that. It's a pretty big secret to hold onto."

Olivia smiled sadly. "Yeah, it is. I'm just not a person who likes to share personal information like that." She jutted her chin towards Gemma. "Something we probably have in common. Hiding your profession as a prostitute from your live-in boyfriend is a big secret to hold onto."

"That was horrible." Gemma shuddered before leaning against the coffee table. "So, you don't have any siblings?"

Olivia shrugged. "I have a half-brother. I see him from time to time, but not nearly as often as I would like." She bit her bottom lip, pondering over her next words. "I didn't meet him until about ten years ago."

Gemma's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Olivia nodded. She smiled softly. "We share the same father."

"Something tells me that's not the end of the story." Gemma said, her voice reflecting her worried expression.

Olivia felt the tears burning the back of her eyes as she pursed her lips together. "It's not." She reached out her hand. "Come here."

Gemma hesitated for a moment before standing up and taking Olivia's hand. Instead of sitting down next to her, Gemma let Olivia pull her down to her lap, curling up against her side and tucking her head into Olivia's neck. She felt Olivia's arms tighten around her when she glanced up towards her face. "What happened?"

"Well. . .my mother, your grandmother, went to Hudson University. She was bright, young, talented." Olivia began. "One night, a man grabbed her and pulled her into an alley nearby. He attacked her. He raped her." She pressed her lips against Gemma's forehead, burying her nose in her brown hair. "He was my father, your grandfather."

"That's horrible." Gemma whispered, her own eyes stinging as they watered.

Olivia nodded. "My mom got pregnant with me because of the rape. It changed her. She was an alcoholic from as far back as I can remember. She passed away a little over a year and half after you were born. She fell down a flight of stairs and. . .she was just gone." She felt Gemma's body tensing and relaxing as she tried to hold it together. "It's okay, baby. It's sad."

Gemma took a shaky breath. "How he ever caught?"

"No." Olivia stated simply. "I found out about my brother when a new DNA testing came out. His DNA was in the system by accident. . .sort of. He's not a criminal. Anyway, I met him, and we talked. We have a lot of things in common. He grew up with our father. He had the normal father-son relationship. He even brought me a box of his things. My father had pictures of me. He knew about me. I never got to meet him though. He died before I found my brother."

Gemma exhaled sharply. "He deserved to die for what he did."

Olivia glanced down, wiping away a stray tear rolling down Gemma's cheek. "I won't argue with that." She laid her head on Gemma's when she cuddled in closer. almost clinging to Olivia like Noah would after a nightmare. "That's why I do what I do. That's why I work Special Victims. I don't want other women going through what my mother went through. I do what I do to keep girls like you off of the streets and out of as much danger as possible."

Gemma half laughed, half sobbed as she replied sarcastically. "I never got the memo."

Olivia chuckled and kissed Gemma's forehead again, tucking her head down so her cheek rested against her hairline. She caressed Gemma's cheek, remembering the last time she held her this close when she was two months old. She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. "You still smell the same." She felt Gemma's eyebrows furrow against her cheek. "You used to smell like green apples. You still do."

"Green apples don't smell." Gemma smiled, now wiping away her own tears as much as she could.

Olivia hummed softly. "I'll get you a green apple tomorrow. You can smell it then."

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