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Olivia laid her head back against the headrest of the car. After they had decided to leave the diner, Elliot wanted to go to Jimmy's club to scope out the building. He had insisted on the small stakeout, reaching hour number four inside the car. She glanced over at him, his eyes intent on the club. The redness and puffiness around his eyes was completely gone now. He looked like her partner again, Detective Elliot Stabler. "El, I'd understand if you wanted to go smooth things over with your kids. I'm sure Gemma would too."

"I need to be here for her on this." Elliot stated, glancing back at Gemma curled up on her side in the backseat, having fallen asleep nearly an hour ago. "Like you said, my kids will come around. Dickie nearly drooled over her until I explained she was his sister. The choices we made brought on this situation. The choice I made allowed me to be around my kids all the time while they were growing up. I thought giving her up would be better." He huffed out a breath. "Obviously not. Look at where we are. She needs us, and, frankly, we need her at this point."

"Giving her up for adoption didn't cause all of this. She just ended up in a bad situation, El." Olivia breathed, reaching over and cupping the back of his neck. She felt her throat constrict when he looked down at his lap. "Yes, we made a choice, and that altered her life forever. But, El, you can't blame yourself for how she turned out. Despite all she's been through, look at her." She smiled, a small chuckle escaping her. "She hasn't stopped busting your balls since she's met you, but it hasn't been over giving her up. She's a strong, independent girl. I don't think she turned out so bad."

Elliot grinned. "She's got more personality in her than both of us combined." He glanced over his shoulder at her, relaxing somewhat seeing her relaxed and peaceful. "I don't want her to go in there, Liv. He was the first person to take advantage of her. He's the one that got her in this mess."

Olivia sighed. "I don't want to let her in either, but," she pointed towards the club, "that's her life. If it means she's helping, she'll do whatever she wants to."

"Unfortunately, even a quality from us adoption couldn't prevent." Elliot mumbled. He turned in his seat, leaning over and nudging on Gemma's shoulder gently. "C'mon, Sister Maria, time to wake up. Your pimp's club is going to open in an hour."

Gemma groaned as she opened her eyes. "I bet you thought you'd never say those words together." She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Jimmy would probably enjoy it if I showed up in a slutty nun costume."

Olivia jutted her chin towards the club. "Speaking of the Devil, we haven't seen him yet. Do you really think he'll be here?"

"He's here almost every night." Gemma nodded. "Besides, he practically lives there. It's one of those old buildings that used to have a speakeasy. The building has underground tunnels to the nearby buildings and hotels. Wherever those tunnels lead to, he owns those properties. He goes days without breathing the polluted Manhattan air. It's perfect for business. If a john comes into the club wanting a girl, Jimmy will tell them to stay at one of his hotels and sends his girls through the tunnels. The john walks into his room with the girl already there. Jimmy makes profits all around. He somehow made all the properties private with the city, so he can't be arrested in any of the buildings, even if they are technically public places."

"So, arresting him would be nearly impossible." Olivia concluded. She looked down at the clock on the car radio. "We need to get you ready for this. We have a bug for you to wear. It's just an audio recorder, no visual." She held it up. "We can clip it inside your shirt."

Gemma shook her head. "That won't work. I need to hit that in a piece of jewelry, and I need a dress." She clipped herself in with the seatbelt. "There's a shop around the corner that Jimmy owns. I can go in a get an outfit easily and without cash."

"How long does it take to buy a dress?" Elliot asked, his foot tapping on the floor of the car.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Relax. She said she was going to do her hair and makeup as well. We didn't exactly want her to prepare for this before meeting your other kids." She sunk further into her seat, closing her eyes as hummed out a breath. "I saw Kathy was still as suspicious as ever. I guess we really can't blame her anymore, can we?"

Elliot smirked. "We can still tell her she's being paranoid. We had one night after a tough case. We gave up a child to keep the secret hidden from her, and we never had an incident after that. I wouldn't exactly call that an affair." He shrugged his shoulders. "She never suspected anything until we were partners for a couple years anyway. By the time she started accusing me, nothing was happening."

"And, now?" Olivia asked.

"You know my feelings." Elliot replied. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just waiting for your answer."

Olivia opened her eyes and looked back at him, seeing his blue eyes crystal clear. "You make it sound simple."

Elliot chuckled. "You just overcomplicate it. It's a feeling, Liv. If you love me, we discuss the rest. If you don't, we remain what we are." He glanced up when the front door to the boutique opened. "Dress my ass. That's basically a scrap of material."

Olivia followed his gaze, finding Gemma walking out of the boutique in a dress with so many cut outs that more material was missing than actually on the dress. Her heels were a mile high and she had managed to blow out her own hair to near perfection. It was hard to believe her baby girl was just in the backseat forty minutes ago in jeans and a sweatshirt. "And, you used to think some of my undercover outfits were risqué."

"You looked like a God fearing school girl compared to our daughter." Elliot nearly growled before Gemma climbed into the backseat. "I thought you said you were getting a dress?"

Gemma rolled her eyes. "Sorry, they don't sell dresses to sing in the church choir." She buckled herself in again, huffing out a breath. "Believe me. I'm not happy to be wearing this either." She reached out her hand, grabbing the bug from the counsel and slipping it on the underside of her bracelet, happy that it blended in. "I'm just going to apologize for what you're going to hear tonight."

"Baby, we've probably heard worse. Nearly two decades in this unit, nothing really surprises you anymore." Olivia sighed, trying to make her daughter feel better about the situation she was about to put them all in.

"That may be, but it was never me." Gemma whispered. "And, what I have to do and say isn't me either."

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