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Olivia looked over at the clock, "Damn," she thought. "It's only nine o'clock."
The day had been a slow one, no cases, no calls, which left everyone doing forgotten paperwork.
Forgotten that's for sure.
Olivia had finished all her current paperwork and decided to go down into the basement, file storage. She wasn't looking for anything in particular just something to do on a boring day. She was wandering down the aisles of folders and papers when something caught her eye. She didn't know why she picked it up; it was like she was drawn to it. She looked at the case title:
Olivia Benson, child services.
That's what made her keep reading. She went back into the squad room and went to the crash room to lie down and read. She hadn't even known she had a folder.
Childhood a time of discovery.
The folder in Olivia's hand seemed to cry out to her to read it. Its contents shook her. It made her feel like a child, a spy looking for clues.
"Olivia Benson, mother Serena Benson, father none." The flowing script read, "Olivia has come to school showing signs of deep depression and pain. Sometimes the teachers have seen bruises on her face and arms. She's very quiet for a child of her age and appears to cry a lot more than normal at her age." Olivia read and thought about back to one day in second grade.
"Olivia what happened to you?" Her teacher had said once the others had gone to recess. She was indicating Olivia's red eyes and the bruise on her cheek.
"Nothing, I tripped and my face landed on something." She lied she knew her mother had given her the bruise and that she cried for hours every night wondering why her mother had to drink and not love her, but she didn't want anybody to know.
"Olivia, sweetheart you can talk to me about anything you know."
"My mommy hit me, but it was an accident, she didn't mean to." Olivia confessed knowing it was still a lie; her mother hit her on purpose, because she was drunk.
Olivia started reading the folder again. She skipped ahead to when she was in high school.
High school a period a self-discovery.
"Olivia doesn't seem to connect. Her grades are good, especially in music and dance. The only time she seems to be a normal teenage girl is when she's dancing. The teachers can't seem to find any friends and say she's a real loner. The only person she can connect with is a twenty-one-year-old boy who's here boyfriend, "Then came a note from the detective on the case, "I don't know what I should do with her."
Olivia flipped a few pages, mainly of charts and grades. The detective had made comments to her tests like good job, atta girl, please work harder and so on. Olivia never thought anyone cared. Her mother never showed any concern about her grades, just where she would get her next drink. Olivia was a burden to her. Now that she saw this detective's comments on her papers she began to feel like she had a father, an invisible father. Olivia smiled and she had a curiosity to look up the detective, her silent father. Slowly and carefully she searched every page for a name. None. She thought about giving up letting her silent father remain secret but she kept looking and on the last page she found one. As she read the name she gasped. She was going to tell him thank-you when she got to him.
One small word can mend a life of sadness.
"Detective who worked the case: Donald Cragen.
"That sly son of a bastard" she thought. I love him."