Hey, I know my chapters are short but they're going to be often, so bear with me. Thanks to those of you who reviewed so far, it keeps me going :) Um, yeah, so here's chapter three. Let me know what you think.

Chapter Three: Meet the Partner

A couple of days past and although she couldn't get him off her mind, Olivia hadn't mentioned Martin Becker again. Thinking about him was keeping her from sleeping at night and focusing in the day, and her distracted demeanor was obvious to her co-workers. No one knew but Elliot and he made it a point not to bring it up. He hoped Martin Becker would just do his daughter a favor and leave her alone.

"Aren't you suppose to be in court?" Elliot asked his partner as he settled himself in at his desk.

"Yes," she said frantically rummaging through her desk. "I came in early to finish some things up and now I can't find my damn car keys." She groaned and continued to toss things over on her desk. Elliot let his eyes scan her cluttered desk and then leaned over.

"Here," he said brandishing her car keys and a wide grin.

Olivia stopped her frantic search, snatched the keys and let her arms fall to her sides. "Thanks," she sighed, a little annoyed with herself for not being able to find them.

"You've been kind of scattered lately," Elliot told her.

"I know, I know," she replied curtly. She grabbed the rest of her stuff. "Alright I'm out of here. Bye." She quickly disappeared, leaving Elliot worrying about her at his desk.

It was about 10:30 that morning when Martin Becker walked into the Special Victims Unit squad room. He approached Elliot's desk. "Excuse me," he muttered to get the detective's attention.

"Yeah," Elliot said lifting his eyes. When he saw the man he stopped what he was doing. She was right she does have his eyes, he thought. That deep dark gaze, the kind you could get lost in, was unmistakable. "Olivia's not here," he said in a deliberately icy tone.

Martin nodded. "Oh." He stood awkwardly still. "Are you her partner?" he asked finally.

"Yes I am," Elliot answered. Just then he realized he had seen the man before. He narrowed his eyes at the man. "You were in front of her place last week?"

"Yes I was," Martin admitted guiltily. "I wasn't there to hurt her or anything like that."

"I think you should go." Elliot tried to a get a feel for the man. He seemed shattered, disturbed-probably by guilt, the detective figured. He looked innocent enough, like he wasn't capable of hurting anyone, but that was obviously not the case. Martin couldn't even look a person in the eyes when he spoke to him, and to Elliot that meant a person couldn't be trusted. You only avoid the eyes when you have something to hide. Furthermore, Elliot knew people didn't change and that gave him all the reason he needed not to trust the man.

Martin lowered his head in shame. "She told you everything?"

"I think you should go," Stabler repeated.

"I just wanted to see her. I just wanted to know what my daughter looks like," Martin replied pleadingly.

Elliot stood up. "You raped and impregnated her mother, that doesn't make Olivia your daughter. You have no right to do this to her." His voice was firm and his eyes flashed with anger when he spoke.

"Please," Martin begged. "I was just a stupid kid back then. I was so lost and into drugs I didn't even realize what I was doing half the time. But I've changed. Please, I just want her to know that. I spent some time locked up and I got turned around. I'm straight now. I'm not that man anymore, and what I did," he said shrilly swallowing the lump in his throat, "it kills me-everyday I have to live with it. I know I can't take it back, but I wish I could every single day. I really do." He was almost in tears.

"People like you don't change. If you really wanted to do something about it, why didn't you turn yourself in? Instead you waited till you got caught for some other screw up to grow a conscience." Elliot returned nastily. Martin didn't answer. "That's what she needed, that's what her mother needed before she died. Look at what Olivia does for a living. Everyday she locks up scum like you, trying to make up for what you did. And you got away with being a scumbag because you were too afraid to own up to what you did, to really take responsibility for it. And now you have the audacity to come here looking to her to make you feel better! You don't deserve to know her. You have no right to even speak to her!" he spat.

"I know, I know," Martin cried. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He ran his hand over his head. "Would you just tell her I came by?"

"No," Elliot answered flatly. "If she wants to talk to you she'll find you, but you," he said pointing at the man, "you stay away from her, or so help you God." With that Martin Becker left the 16th precinct.

Later that afternoon Olivia returned. Elliot didn't mention Martin's name. He didn't want to cause her any more stress. But after finding out Becker had done time he ran his name, something he thought he should have had the sense to do as soon as Olivia told him about the man. Martin Becker did twenty two years at Riker's for murder in the second degree. He was released two months ago. "How was court?" he asked as she came in. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "That bad, huh?" he laughed. She nodded. He debated if he should tell her about her father's priors. He decided not today.

"So what have you been up to all morning?" she asked throwing her coat over her chair.

"Nothing," he said nonchalantly.

She looked at him for a moment, sensing there was something up. Giving up she sat down at her desk and started to work. "Oh, did I tell you," she said looking up. "My completely changed father has a criminal record." Elliot looked like he was surprised but really he was amused. Sometimes they really did think alike.

TBC..soon.