Title: Heaven

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the idea of Heaven

Summary: Something happened to the SVU team, they, well, read to find out! Title might give you a clue!

Author's note:

Here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long! And thanks to everyone who reviewed!

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Olivia walked in. The house that Alex and Antonio lived in was huge. But that might have something to do with Olivia being less than half the height she used to be.

"David, what do you want to call her?" Alex asked.

The little boy thought for a moment. His eyes started to water, and he looked around nervously.

"Alaina," Antonio said in no more then a whisper.

Alex thought for a moment. Would people connect a dog to their past lives? What if they did? What would happen? Yet, it meant a lot to Antonio, no, David it meant a lot to David, to call his dog after his mother. So Alex nodded.

A small smile flicked on his face as he wrapped his arms around the dog's neck.

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Elliot wandered down the street. He wondered if Olivia was okay. Marge had told them that she was in Washington. That was the end of their search for her, and the beginning of a new one. Finding their new homes. A roof over their heads, someone or thing to keep them warm and finding their loves ones they had left behind.

Elliot stopped at a wooden gate. It surrounded a rather large, one storey house. The yard was neatly kept, roses of different shades and bushes framed the grass. In the middle, a concrete path led to the door. According to a clock he spotted a fair way back, it shouldn't be long before Dickie and Elizabeth can home from school. For now, he was going to patiently wait.

Minutes past like days. Elliot was bored. Being a dog was boring. He had tried lying down on the walkway, his chin touching the cool cement. That didn't work; he took up so much of the path that the elderly taking an afternoon stroll choose to walk on the other side of the road, and they would point at him, whispering. He tried pacing up and down the front of the house. He got tired not long after. Then he did what most dogs seemed to do, chase their tails. Elliot knew that he must have looked ridicules, but it was quite entertaining. No wonder dogs chase their tails.

Then down the street, he heard a distant chat. The sound of girls. His ears stood up. Some people would have called it eavesdropping, but he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"… Yeah, well I don't think so…" he heard an unfamiliar voice say.

"Well how do you know? Anyway, call me tonight?" it was Elizabeth's voice.

"Yeah, like totally!"

It was a few seconds after the chatter stopped, that Elliot could make out the figure of Elizabeth. Her bag over one shoulder and hair flying freely behind her face.

Elliot sat up straight. As she got closer, he stuck out his tongue and started to pant. She stopped right in front of him. She was frowning. He barked.

A smile spread on her face, "Hello to you too."

"Boo!" Dickie appeared behind Elizabeth, "Liz? Where did you get that dog from?"

"Jeez! Stop doing that! And I don't know where this dog came from. It was here when I came home. It was just siting here."

Dickie raised his eyebrows. He didn't really believe his sister. This was probably one of her schemes to get a dog. She had wanted one for ages. But he always took his sister for the one to get a skinny, white, wimpy dog, not a German shepherd.

Dickie started at the dog. It barked. Then he turned to face his sister. Her face was lite up with a wide smile.

"What?" Dickie asked, his hands up.

"Please, Dickie, help me persuade mom to kept her," her voice was begging him.

"Hang on! Firstly, how do we even know if it's already has a home? Secondly, who said anything about the dog being a girl?"

"Well it doesn't have a collar, and if it does belong to someone, we'll give it back. But for now, it needs a home, food? And I said it's a girl," she turned to Elliot, "You a girl?"

Elliot didn't move.

"See!" Dickie jabbed his finger in Elizabeth's face, "Are you a boy?"

Elliot barked.

Dickie smirked. Elizabeth stuck out her tongue.

"Fine then, if you insist. Anyway, so you would help me persuade mom?"

"Okay," Dickie said, smiling at the dog. He had a good feeling about this dog.

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"You want to keep this dog?" Kathy asked as she entered the house.

Dickie and Elizabeth were waiting at the gate for her as she got back from work. The house was spotless, unlike it usually was. Kathy narrowed her eyes. She looked down at the dog in the yard. It sat there, looking at her. What was she going to do? She didn't have time to look after a dog.

"Please mom?" they both said.

"We'll see," Kathy answered.

"And what? We're going to leave him outside in the cold? All night? He could starve!" Elizabeth said in disbelieve.

"Well we don't have anything for it to eat, and we don't have dog ken…" Kathy stopped.

Her children stared around the room.

She let out a sigh, "You guys brought dog food and a kennel for the dog…"

"Well, not quite a kennel. We got a basket. It can sleep in one of our rooms. We have everything thought out. We'll feed it, walk it, and do anything that is needed, even pick up its poo. Please mom?" Dickie explained.

"Okay… okay…" as those words escaped her lips, Dickie and Elizabeth started jumping up and down, "But! I don't him breaking anything, or getting the house dirty, and your school work goes before this dog!"

"Okay mom, Thanks!" Elizabeth said, hugging Kathy before heading out into the yard.

"I'll get the soap and towel!" Dickie yelled after her.

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Author's note:

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