Found, But Never Really Lost

Summary: Olivia's past comes back…to get her! Aaaaaaaah-no, I'm just kidding.
Disclaimer: nothing is mine. So sad.
A/N: Rating is just for some language

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Elliot almost laughed, but he didn't come out of the closet; he was up to his ears in interesting closet debris. Liv could handle her this time.

"Andrea," he heard Liv sigh as she stood up, "we told you we'd be in touch…" she trailed off. As the silence grew, he got curious. Popping out of the closet he stopped dead in his tracks.

For a moment he thought he'd lost his mind, that he'd finally cracked. There seemed to be two Livs in front in front of him, locked in a staring contest. He blinked. No one disappeared. He looked closer at the Liv in the doorway. She was younger, her hair was dark, like when Liv joined the squad, and it was in a long braid. She seemed to be a bit shorter, but then she was barefoot…nice legs- he ripped his eyes over to his Liv. She'd tensed right up, and her eyes were shining.

"What the fuck are you freaks doing?" ah, that would be Andrea. Elliot snapped out of it first to address her as she stormed into her bedroom.

"Andrea, we've already been over this."

"Ryn," Andrea yelled to the woman in the doorway, "go call my mother. She'll get them out." The woman in the doorway seemed conflicted, but then backed away out of sight.

"We are not going anywhere 'til we get what we came for." And he handed her the search warrant. Olivia bent back down behind the bed.

"This is bogus; my mother's a lawyer-"

"Yes yes, we know all that Andrea."

"Hey! Get out from there!"

"Why Andrea?" Elliot asked, holding her back, "Afraid we'll find something?" Liv's head popped above the bed,

"Aha." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She pulled a pair of sneakers out from the back corner of the bed. "Size 13." Elliot handed her an evidence bag.

"Those aren't mine!"

"Oh, we know they're Trevor's. So glad you hung onto them for him." Elliot looked the shoes over. "I like the blood on the toe here, lovely addition. Don't you think, Liv?" He looked at her; she was staring out the door, a pained expression on her face. "Right, well Andrea, I think you need to come with us." He led Andrea out of the house, hoping Liv would follow.

"Come on, let's go get a drink."

"El, I really don't feel like it tonight." He gave her a doubtful look, she relented. "Fine, but you're buying." He watched her gather her things. She'd set a new record for mood swings today. She'd gone from silent after the search to being almost hyper while they interrogated Trevor. Then he heard her yelling at someone on the phone, 'quite the mouth on that little lady,' said a passing officer. Elliot only nodded and smiled, thinking that the new guy hadn't heard anything yet. Liv had quite the impressive vocabulary. Later she passed him, almost skipping. During their second turn at Trevor she'd been truly scary. It had taken Trevor completely by surprise and he'd confessed to everything.

Elliot was now completely confused. He'd lived with his share of women to know something big was up. He had to find out what was going on inside her head.

They settled in the bar and talked about nothing for a while.

"Liv," he said seriously. She stopped laughing and looked away. "Liv, what's going on? What happened today?" She just took a big swig of her beer. "Do you know her?" Liv looked like she was going to cry. He was overcome with the urge to get her out of the bar. He paid and piled them into a cab. She didn't object when he directed the cab to her place. On the way there she took his hand and wouldn't let go.

She sat on the coach, hugging her knees. He sat a discreet distance away. He wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be okay, but he didn't know that. He needed to know what was going on. He broke the silence.

"Liv..." and she started crying. 'Oh, this is not good.' He thought painfully. He reached over and collected her into his arms.

Later on she seemed to be slowing down. He grabbed a box of tissues and handed them over. Eventually she looked up at him, and saw that he'd been crying too. She wiped away her tears and his. He tried again, he had to know,

"Liv," he said softly, "that woman…do you think that the same man raped her mother…" he trailed off as she shook her head.

"No Elliot…that girl," she looked up, deep into his eyes, "she's my daughter."