Olivia took her car to Manhattan. She found the house easily. It was a beautiful home. It was Victorian style witha a wrap around porch and a big bow window in the front. This was the kind of house she always dreamed of. Olivia walked up the path and to the front door. She had butterflies in her stomach. She felt like throwing up, but didn't have the time to turn and run. The door swung open reveling a man. He was an older gentlemen.
" Can I help you?" the man said standing in the doorway.
" Um..yes. I am Detective Olivia Benson. Are you the father of Sara Dean?" Olivia flashed her badge.
" No, Tony here is Sara's stepfather. I am her mother. Has something happened to Sara?" There in front of Olivia stood a beautiful older woman. She had brunette hair and bright blue eyes. Those eyes reminded Olivia of Elliot.
" Ma'am, sir, may I come in please. We need to talk." The woman led Olivia to the sitting room.
" Would you like something to drink?" The woman politley asked. Olivia nodded. Once the woman returned she sat down next to her husband. " I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I am Christa, and this is Tony as you know."
" Ma'am I am a detective for the Special Victims Unit. I deal with rapes, molestation, and child abuse. That is all I do. I had a case handed to me today. It was your daughter ma'am. She was raped and choked to death. You might have been able to tell already, I look like your daughter." The couple nodded with tears flowing down their cheeks.Olivia continued," In order to understand this I have to tell you a little bit about me. My mother was raped and had me. I don't know my father. When I saw our daughter I almost died myself. I had a DNA test done to see if she is a realtive of mine. It turns out Sara is my sister, or actually half sister. Ma'am were you rapped 35 years ago?" The woman looked to the ground as her husband rubbed her back.
" This was before I met Tony. I was in college and some guy grabbed me and raped me. That's when I got pregnant with Sara. I met Tony 2 years after that. He has been looking out for Sara since she was a child. She knew she wasn't his biological daughter, but she didn't care she loved him. Oh god how could this happen?" Just then the doorbell rang. Tony got up to answer it. He came back with Elliot on his heels.
" Sorry Olivia. Cap'n told me you were off and I thought I would come interview the parents." Olivia stood up and headed for the door. She was still pissed at Elliot. Before she could leave Christa grabbed her and hugged her closley. Olivia has never felt this closeness before. Her heart ached for this woman and her half sister Sara.
" Can I have your number? I want you at the funeral and to be part of our lives," Christa asked letting go of Olivia.
" Definatley." Olivia handed Christa her card and left.
Olivia's apartment
Olivia sat on her couch with her knees curled under her. In one hand she had a bottle of wine, in the other was a picture of her mother. She had been crying for hours. The moonlight was casting a greyish glow on her apartment. Grey was just how she felt. How could she have flipped out on Elliot like that? He was only watching out for her. Why couldn't she have found her sister sooner? She would have loved to have a sister. Why is her life always so fucked up? Why always her?
Olivia was jolted out of her thoughts by a knock on her door. She got up and hurried to the door. She looked through the peephole to see her partner standing there in jeans and a sweatshirt.
" Go away Elliot. I want to be alone. I don't want to talk."
" Come on Olivia please. I want to apologize. I was being such an asshole before. I was just trying to watch out for you. I am so so so so sorry."
" I told you, I don't need you Elliot. Now please leave." Olivia went back to the couch when she heard Elliot's footsteps retreating down the hallway.
About an hour later Olivia was fast asleep on her couch. Her wine bottle was now empty. Oliva had passed out. Again there was knocking at her door. Olivia ignored it and feel into a deeper drunken coma. The knocking persisted but now it wasn't at her door, it was at her window. Olivia still didn't wake up. The intruder opened the window carefully and crept inside. He walked around her apartment. Took some of her jewlery. He took her gun out of the holster and held it to her head. He snapped a picture of this and left it on the coffee table with a note. He tied Olivia's arms and legs together and taped her mouth shut. Olivia was still out like a light.
" Can I help you?" the man said standing in the doorway.
" Um..yes. I am Detective Olivia Benson. Are you the father of Sara Dean?" Olivia flashed her badge.
" No, Tony here is Sara's stepfather. I am her mother. Has something happened to Sara?" There in front of Olivia stood a beautiful older woman. She had brunette hair and bright blue eyes. Those eyes reminded Olivia of Elliot.
" Ma'am, sir, may I come in please. We need to talk." The woman led Olivia to the sitting room.
" Would you like something to drink?" The woman politley asked. Olivia nodded. Once the woman returned she sat down next to her husband. " I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I am Christa, and this is Tony as you know."
" Ma'am I am a detective for the Special Victims Unit. I deal with rapes, molestation, and child abuse. That is all I do. I had a case handed to me today. It was your daughter ma'am. She was raped and choked to death. You might have been able to tell already, I look like your daughter." The couple nodded with tears flowing down their cheeks.Olivia continued," In order to understand this I have to tell you a little bit about me. My mother was raped and had me. I don't know my father. When I saw our daughter I almost died myself. I had a DNA test done to see if she is a realtive of mine. It turns out Sara is my sister, or actually half sister. Ma'am were you rapped 35 years ago?" The woman looked to the ground as her husband rubbed her back.
" This was before I met Tony. I was in college and some guy grabbed me and raped me. That's when I got pregnant with Sara. I met Tony 2 years after that. He has been looking out for Sara since she was a child. She knew she wasn't his biological daughter, but she didn't care she loved him. Oh god how could this happen?" Just then the doorbell rang. Tony got up to answer it. He came back with Elliot on his heels.
" Sorry Olivia. Cap'n told me you were off and I thought I would come interview the parents." Olivia stood up and headed for the door. She was still pissed at Elliot. Before she could leave Christa grabbed her and hugged her closley. Olivia has never felt this closeness before. Her heart ached for this woman and her half sister Sara.
" Can I have your number? I want you at the funeral and to be part of our lives," Christa asked letting go of Olivia.
" Definatley." Olivia handed Christa her card and left.
Olivia's apartment
Olivia sat on her couch with her knees curled under her. In one hand she had a bottle of wine, in the other was a picture of her mother. She had been crying for hours. The moonlight was casting a greyish glow on her apartment. Grey was just how she felt. How could she have flipped out on Elliot like that? He was only watching out for her. Why couldn't she have found her sister sooner? She would have loved to have a sister. Why is her life always so fucked up? Why always her?
Olivia was jolted out of her thoughts by a knock on her door. She got up and hurried to the door. She looked through the peephole to see her partner standing there in jeans and a sweatshirt.
" Go away Elliot. I want to be alone. I don't want to talk."
" Come on Olivia please. I want to apologize. I was being such an asshole before. I was just trying to watch out for you. I am so so so so sorry."
" I told you, I don't need you Elliot. Now please leave." Olivia went back to the couch when she heard Elliot's footsteps retreating down the hallway.
About an hour later Olivia was fast asleep on her couch. Her wine bottle was now empty. Oliva had passed out. Again there was knocking at her door. Olivia ignored it and feel into a deeper drunken coma. The knocking persisted but now it wasn't at her door, it was at her window. Olivia still didn't wake up. The intruder opened the window carefully and crept inside. He walked around her apartment. Took some of her jewlery. He took her gun out of the holster and held it to her head. He snapped a picture of this and left it on the coffee table with a note. He tied Olivia's arms and legs together and taped her mouth shut. Olivia was still out like a light.