Don't Leave Me
A/n: I promised a sequel, didn't I?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law & Order: SVU, nor do I own the characters I mention that are on the show. If I did, there would be lots of flying monkeys, Cassidy would still be on the SVU, and there would be more FEMALE detectives on the show.
Olivia stared at the television screen, completely unaware of what was happening. She was a nervous wreck; the Morris Commission was investigating her and Elliot, and they were both at risk of losing their badges. Kathy had filed a complaint against them after what happened in the supermarket, and, despite Kathy's new found criminal record, they had to investigate.
Olivia looked up in surprise to hear her telephone ring. She'd been so lost in her thoughts, she'd literally jumped a mile. "Benson."
"Olivia, it's Don."
"Hey Don. What's up?"
"You've been cleared by the Morris Commission. Both of you. And I expect to see you both in my office first thing tomorrow morning," he said. He sounded pissed off.
"I'll be there," she said. She heard him hang up without even saying goodbye.
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John Munch watched as a young girl walked into the bullpen, looking around as if she expected to see someone she knew. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm looking for Olivia Benson. Do you know where I can find her?" Munch smiled at the girl.
"She's in the captain's office right now. Is there something I can help you with?" he asked.
"No. It's okay, I'll just come back later," the girl said, starting to leave.
"Liv should be out any minute. You can just wait at her desk, if you want," he said, motioning towards Olivia's desk. The girl looked down at her watch somewhat anxiously, and then sat down in the desk chair. She was there for less than a minute before Olivia walked out.
Olivia stared for a moment at the girl sitting at her desk. She recognized her. She looks like Nico, Olivia thought. "Can I help you?"
"Are you Detective Benson?" she asked. Olivia walked over.
"Yeah, I am. Can I help you with something?" Olivia asked again. Something about this girl worried her.
"Can we talk? In private?" the girl asked. Olivia nodded and led her into an empty interrogation room. The girl sat down on top of the table, instead of in a chair. "Detective Benson, I think I might be your daughter."