title: Next of Kin

author: SVUFanatic611

rating: G, for this chapter

a/n: I would just like to thank erail beki, jedi knight/others'website. It really helped me in figuring out how to manage a fanfic. Thanks a ton! I really don't know where this plot came from, but it just stuck in my mind. and Reviews are always welcome, this is my first fanfic.

disclaimer: the character of Detective Olivia Benson is not mine. Corrine Johnson and Jerry are figments of my imagination.

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Corrine's mind was drifting in and out of the meeting with her lawyer – her father's lawyer really, but as of two days ago, he was dead, murdered by what looked like the mob, meaning she inherited everything he had, including his lawyer. But the question of who inherited her still remained. She was only 17 and according to the law, she couldn't be on her own.

She had no family left. Her mother had died when she was nine and both she and Corrine's father were only children. Grandparents were out of the picture – all deceased. There was only one more thing left to do; check the will. Who had her father wanted her to live with? She finally drifted back into the meeting.

"It says here that your father wanted you to live with an Olivia Benson if anything happened to him." Jerry, her newfound lawyer said. "Do you know her?"

"Umm…I don't know. The name sounds familiar."

"Well…"

"Wait! Is that a Detective Olivia Benson? I think I know her. But it's been a really long time. She and my father were really good friends. I've met her before, but I was three. My last memory of her is her pushing me on a swing."

"Well, it might be her. What state is she a cop in? Do you remember?"

"New York, I think…I hope."

"Don't worry. I'll look it up on a database…aww, here it is. Olivia Benson, a detective in the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, brown eyes, around six feet. The picture isn't coming up, but does that sound like her?"

"Yeah…it does."

"Well, how did your father know her?"

"They were in the Police Academy together. Then, he decided being a prosecutor was his real passion. They used to date, and from what my dad told me, she was perfect. But they were dedicated to their jobs and decided to call it quits. They remained on good terms though. I remember her coming to our house for barbeques and stuff like that. I think she is like somewhat of a godmother to me."

"Do you think she'd be willing to take you in?"

"I don't know. Like I said, it's been a ling time. She probably doesn't remember me. Is there anybody else on the list?"

"Nope…just her. Do you want me to give her a call?"

"Umm…no. Can I do it, please?"

"I don't see why not. Use my phone. I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. Her home number is right here." He said, handing her the piece of paper.

Corrine wondered what time it was in New York. It was 3:00pm here in San Bernardino, so it was around 6:00 in New York. She picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

"Hello, you have reached Olivia Benson. I'm not here right now. You know what to do after the beep. Thanks."

BEEP—

"Umm Detective Benson…" Corrine stammered, trying to explain everything.

[tbc]