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"Do you think I'm a bad person?" Gemma asked Olivia, sitting across from her mother in her office. Elliot had left to get lunch for the three of them, almost demanding that they leave for Olivia's apartment once he got back. The morning had been rough, reliving old wounds and memories of Jimmy. And, Gemma was finally starting to see how instrumental she was in Jimmy's climb to the top.

Olivia's eyes widened as she looked over her glasses at her daughter. She quickly dropped her pen and removed the frames over her eyes to dedicate her full attention to her. "Of course, I don't. I think you've been misguided, but you are far from a bad person."

Gemma pointed over her shoulder towards Amanda's desk. "Your detective thinks I'm a monster. I guess I really can't blame her. I'm worse than Jimmy. I've been recruiting these girls to do what I'm doing, and then I act all high and righteous about it saying how horrible it is." She bit her lip, sighing heavily. "I'm a hypocrite."

"Hey, you're being hard on yourself." Olivia said, trying to comfort her daughter. "You didn't choose this for yourself."

"But, I did." Gemma fought back, her voice soft yet firm. "Danny and I could've found another way to get by. I didn't have to get into this line of work. I was happy with my old job. It was shit pay, but it was better than climbing into the backseat of a car for a few hundred dollars."

Olivia resisted the urge to cringe. The pain of listening to her daughter be raped by Jimmy was still raw. Thinking of her being trapped in a car with men who only saw her the same way made her sick to her stomach. "What did you do before?"

Gemma shrugged, curling up in the chair with her knees against her chest. "I was a hostess at this fancy restaurant uptown. Tips were amazing, but they overstaffed and cut me down to fifteen hours a week. With Jimmy, I made three times more than what I made there on a good night." She ran a hand through her hair, nearly caving in on herself. "I brought over thirty girls to Jimmy. Some of them have been killed by him. Some committed suicide. The ones that are still in are either shooting up to cope, or they've adapted to a similar situation I'm in. I'm responsible for them."

"Those girls were in the same place that you were in." Olivia breathed, moving around her desk to sit next to Gemma. "You had no idea what they would do once they were in."

Gemma smiled sadly, shaking her head. "You're looking at me with your mommy eyes. If I weren't a rape victim, if I weren't your daughter, you would've been glad to throw me in jail when Amanda cuffed me."

Olivia cupped Gemma's face in her hands. "Hey, I may be a little biased because you're my daughter, but you being a rape victim in this situation only proves to everyone else you were surviving. You didn't want what Jimmy did yesterday, and you knew what he would do if you refused. Your statement this morning - it only tells everybody that you did what you did to survive. You're a survivor, not a monster."

Gemma huffed out a breath. "Barely surviving." She reached out and wrapped her arms around Olivia's neck in a hug. "You're good at this."

"I should be after doing it for as long as I have." Olivia whispered. She pulled back, resting her forehead against Gemma's. "Feel better?"

"Ask again in a few hours." Gemma sighed. She exhaled sharply, a playful smile reaching her lips to try and distract from her red eyes. "I never thought I'd have parents who understand what I'm going through. As painful as it is, it's nice to not be alone like it has been for years."

Olivia gave her own pained smile. "I know how you feel." She glanced out at the squad room, seeing Elliot arrive with their lunch. He stopped to catch up with one of the detectives they both used to work with as partners. Despite her anger towards him for ditching her, she was glad she wasn't alone anymore.

Gemma chuckled seeing her mother stare not so subtly at her father. She wiped at the corners of her eyes, hoping to hide the evidence before Elliot could notice. "He loves you. You know that, right?"

"I know." Olivia nodded. "It's just hard to move on from what happened. There's a lot of history. A lot of history that I never expected him to just walk away from." She bit her lip, squeezing Gemma's hand. "We've both suffered, but he disappeared from my life for years. He was the one person I could trust most in the world, and he just confirmed that everyone leaves at one point or another."

"You might not have seen him, but you are his entire world." Gemma breathed. "Other than me, of course."

Olivia laughed at her daughter's brief moment of actually acting like a teenage girl. She shook her head, slowly. "You believe in fairytales."

Gemma rolled her eyes. "I loathe fairytales. I really doubt Snow White was entertaining the seven dwarves to make rent each month." She nudged Olivia's shoulder. "Give him a chance. He can't be the same person that left all those years ago if he's sticking around now. I know it isn't just for me. Besides," she shrugged her shoulders, "if he decides to bolt again, we can kill him, cremate him, and keep his ashes in an urn in your living room. You'll have him forever."

Olivia covered Gemma's mouth while laughing, smiling wider when Gemma giggled under her palm. "We'll just kill him, huh?"

"Alright, I got sodas and Chinese. All the favorites." Elliot stated as he walked in, smiling when he saw the scene before him. "Should I come back later when there's a winner or should I be taking bets?"

Olivia picked through her Chinese container when Elliot walked out of her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He gave her a quick smile as he joined her at the counter to eat his own lunch. "She's completely out. Hopefully, she'll catch up on the sleep she lost last night." He said before shoving his fork into his mouth. He frowned when he saw that she had barely touched her food. "What's wrong?"

"Hard to say exactly." Olivia whispered before biting her lip. "Our daughter is very perceptive. She wants me to give you a chance."

"What do you want?" Elliot asked, setting aside his food slowly. He watched as Olivia opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it with a shake of her head. When he could see her eyes turn over glossy, he felt his own emotions getting to him. "I'll do whatever you want, Liv."

Olivia sighed. "I want to know that you'll stay." She stood from her barstool and walked around the counter, craving some space between them. "If you're going to leave when Gemma does, then tell me. Because, I can't go through another five years of moving on passed my best friend who just up and leaves for no apparent reason." She didn't dare meet his eyes, training her vision on the floor. "I don't want anymore lead ons or familiar moments if you're just going to walk away when all is said and done. It's not-" Her sentence was cut short when Elliot pressed his lips against hers, cupping her face in his hands.

Her hands immediately clasped onto his belt loops, pulling him closer as his mouth melded with hers. His body pushed her up against the fridge, the heat from him making her hotter with each passing second. When she felt the heat pool between her thighs, she pushed slightly on his chest, removing her lips from his.

Elliot took a step back to give her some breathing room, but his hands moved to the fridge on either side of her face. His blue eyes seemed to pierce her soul. "I'm know it isn't easy for you to trust people, and I don't blame you for not trusting me or my intentions after what I did. Just know that I'm not going anywhere until you tell me to. I love you. Took me nearly twenty years to finally get that off my chest, but I'm saying it now. Five years without you only proved to me that you are a piece of myself that I need, because I nearly destroyed myself trying to get over you."

He leaned in again, this time kissing her forehead tenderly. "I can't get over you, and I don't ever plan on trying ever again. I'm here to stay. I'll wait the rest of my life to get a chance from you."

"What if I'm not what you want?" Olivia asked, Ed Tucker's words about her never being truly happy ringing in her ears. "What if I give you a chance and you find out I'm not the person you wanted?"

"Olivia, I've known you for half of my life. You know I don't pick things just at random or without a lot of internal reasoning." Elliot smirked, his voice gentle. "You were the easiest decision I have ever made. I've gone about it all the wrong ways, but it took me a split second to fall in love with you. It hasn't changed since our daughter was born. It didn't change with Gitano or with the FBI gig or with any of our cases. If anything, I wanted you more."

Olivia scoffed. "You're lying."

"I swear on the Bible." Elliot raised his right hand. "And if you'd have a bible in your apartment, I'd get it to prove my point." He smiled when she finally let out a small laugh, her brown eyes sparkling once again. "Whether you want to love me or not, be with me or not, I'll always love you. I'm not going anywhere, Benson."

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