Yes, it's true...I'm a fluff writer, and I can't write without putting some fluff into a story, and I'm partial to Munch. So pre-warning to some fluff and...what's this? Not that Donald and Alyssa's relationship as daughter and father can't get anymore stressful, I DO THIS TO THEM!

Disclaimer: I repeat myself. I don't own the characters expect for Alyssa and occasionally Munch...when Dick Wolf is nice to me...which is never...

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Alyssa was sitting at her desk running her fingers over the paper work that she had not even started. It was around noon and Elliot and Olivia were out on assignment and Tutoula had come down with the flu, so he was home nursing himself. Earlier that morning she had offered to organize the new cases that they had just gotten and put them into the right folders. Alyssa pulled out another file from the pile next to her, "Why is it always children?" She whispered looking through the file.
"Because, they are so easy to manipulate." Alyssa looked up to find John Munch hovering over her desk holding a mug. "Coffee?"
"Read my mind, Munch." He placed the mug on her desk and walked back to his desk. "Thank you."
"It's not a problem you just looked half-dead." John gave his usual wise-ass smirk.
Alyssa smiled. "Yeah, well last night wasn't so good, I couldn't sleep."
John nodded. "Your dinner with Donald was last week though...so what's troubling you now?"
It was true just last week was her dinner with her father that was only kept between the two of them so naturally everyone in SVU knew. She took a large chug of the coffee, it had a bitter taste. Everything in SVU had a bitter taste.
"I guess I'm just not use deal with these types of things every day..." She whispered putting the mug down and looking at John. "In homicide, the vics are dead, they don't talk, though sometimes we wish they did...might make putting their deaths together easier. And in narcotics, there are no people to deal with really. It's the drugs, and the drug lords. Mostly little high scholars who think they can make an extra buck by selling weed to their class mates."
"It's the kids that get to you the most I notice."
Alyssa nodded. "Yeah. I just have to ask myself. Why? How? How could they do that?"
John leaned over his desk and whispered. "I've been on this job for...a long time now...and I still don't know the answer to that." Alyssa and John shared a small laugh before she returned to her paper work. John leaned back into his chair and opened up his newspaper.
"Hey John, Alyssa?" They looked up to see Donald poking his head out of his office. "Elliot just called. Olivia and him are heading back so why don't you two go down to the medical examiners, the body just arrived and I want to know what's going on there." John and Alyssa just looked at him for a moment blankly before he sighed heavily. "Now would be good."
"Right." John said standing up. Alyssa followed John pulling on her leather jacket.

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"How many times do we get a dead male body with his penis hacked off?" Olivia asked as she sat down in a chair across from Donald in his office. Elliot sat next to her holding the papers from his police report.
"I'd put money on that it's almost every single one." Elliot said.
"Any idea on what cut it off?" Donald asked thankful that he wasn't eating this time they told him that the vics penis had been taken off.
Elliot flipped a few pages until he found something that appealed to him. "Not exactly. Maybe a sharp butcher knife."
"Doesn't seem possible to be an expert eye. It looked almost to be torn off." Olivia stated.
"And you were really looking." Elliot joked.
"Ok, before this continues, any finger prints?" Donald interrupted.
"A few." Olivia stated.
Elliot continued. "CSU has them and a few of them have stayed at the apartment to see if they could pull up anymore."
"Anything else from CSU, Elliot?"
"Yeah, it seems are vic had a great time before he died. But the coroner would be able to tell more then CSU. But we found two opened packages of condoms and-"
"Sir..." One of the older members of the unit opened the door quietly. "I'm sorry to interrupt but there's a kid in the office. He says he's looking for his mom..." Olivia, Elliot, and Donald gave each other a look of confusion.
"How old?" Donald asked.
"He says his five. His name is Eric."
"Elliot you wanna take care of this?" Donald asked, but there really was no room for argument. Elliot stood up and handed the police report to Olivia and followed the other man. Standing in the middle of the station room was a little boy wearing a nice looking pair of jeans and a red t- shirt. He had an olive skin tone and dark brown hair with small wisps of blonde hair. Elliot noticed his eyes were a strange blue color.
"Eric?" The boy looked up at Elliot and smiled. "I'm Detective Elliot Stabler. You're looking for your mom?" Elliot knelt at Eric's eye level.
"Yeah...my aunt dropped me off. My cousin got sick and she couldn't take me with her."
"Does your mom work her Eric?" Eric smiled brightly and nodded his head.
"Who's this?" Elliot looked up to see John walk in.
"I'm Eric! Who are you?" Eric asked turning himself around to face John.
John smiled warmly at this little boy. "I'm John Munch." He looked at Elliot. "I'm assuming that he's not one of yours and Kathy's?"
"No." Elliot smiled. "He says his mom works here..." He trailed off for a moment. "Where's Alyssa?"
John took his seat. "She wanted to take a look at something, and before I could say no she was off. But she should be back really soon." John was taken by surprise when he noticed the little boy walking up to him and crawling into his lap.
"Are you a friend of my moms?" Eric asked.
"Alyssa?" John asked. Eric smiled and looked back at Elliot who had the same look of shock as on John's face.
At that moment Alyssa walked in through the open double doors with a smile on her face. "I found it! I found a few cases with same MO in the folder's downstairs." She walked over to her locker and opened it up and through in a set of keys and her jacket.
"You could have just down that up here..." Elliot said, not taking his eyes off Eric."

"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been much fun now wouldn't it?" Alyssa laughed.
"MOMMY!!!" Alyssa turned around sharply to see Eric smiling holding out his arms as he sat on John's lap.
"Enrique?" She cried out and walked over to John's desk.
"It's me Mommy!" Alyssa smiled and laughed uneasy and picked up Eric.
"What are you doing here?" She asked trying not look at her co- workers.
"Edmundo got sick and Tía had to take Edmundo to the hospital."
Alyssa sighed heavily and hugged Eric. "You're both still staring at me aren't you?" She asked out loud.
"I think we're both very confused..." John stated.
"Does Donald know?" Elliot asked looking back to the office door, thankful at the moment that the blinds were pulled shut.
"No..." She said. Pulling Eric out of the hug she smiled and put him down. "But I suppose theirs no getting around this right now is there?"
"No." Elliot and John said at the same time. They all turned there attention to Donald's office door as it opened and Olivia walked out. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Alyssa holding a child in her arms.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Olivia," Alyssa started. "I would like you to meet my son, Enrique, or Eric."
"Son?" Olivia asked in shock.
Alyssa smiled looked at Eric who was halfway asleep on her shoulder at this moment. "Yeah...Is Donald busy right now?"
"No..." Alyssa nodded and walked past them towards the door and knocked on it. When she heard Donald say "Come in." Her heart started to race and carefully balancing Eric in her arms she opened the door with shaky hands.

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CLIFFHANGER!! This one is not my fault I have a call in like five minutes so I just have enough time to through this online and get to class. LOL! Ok so I indulged myself with some fluff, and I added the major factor! The next chapter: the explanation to Eric!

Btw, non-Spanish langue people, Tía means Aunt.