Give Me a Name--Epilogue
A/N: I tried to write the character of Hannah like my cousin who is 4 years old. If it seems a little odd…well hey that's my family for ya!

"Where is she?" Cragen questioned.

Elliot looked at the desk across from his own, the empty desk that should be filled with his wife's presence. "I have no clue Cap," he answered honestly. "She left before I did to drop Hannah off at the sitters, so she should have been here by now."

"Traffic was getting bad when I came through," Fin chimed in, "maybe she got caught in the middle of it."

"Give her another ten minutes and then call her cell," Cragen demanded before returning to his office. No sooner had he taken his seat than his pone rang. 'And so it starts,' he thought trying to mentally prepare himself for the day. "Special Victims Unit, Cragen."

"Cap," Olivia's voice sounded through from the other end.

Don exhaled a sigh of relief, "Where are you?"

"Mrs. Kester got the flu," she explained, "I'm trying to find someone to watch Hannah for the day, but our other sitter has classes until 3."

"Breathe Olivia," Cragen smiled. He knew she was stressing by both the tone and speed of her voice. "Why don't you bring her to the station for the day? There's enough people here to keep an eye on her."

"Are you sure? I don't want her to be in the way."

"Absolutely," Cragen assured her. "Besides, it's been far too long since I've seen that girl."

Olivia's voice filled with laughter, "It's been a week, Don."

"That's still too long," he concluded. "She's how old now? Nine, ten?"

"Try three and a half."

"And going on twenty-one," Don laughed. "I'll let Elliot know what's going on."

"Thanks Cap, we'll be there in a few." Olivia snapped her phone shut and glanced in her rearview mirror at her daughter. Hannah was sitting in her car seat sucking down a sippy-cup full of juice and staring out the window. Olivia marveled at how much she looked like her, with her dark brunette hair pulled into two small pigtails and her deep cinnamon eyes. Olivia remembered how disappointed she had been when Hannah's eyes had changed from their beautiful blue color to match her own, she had loved that little piece of Elliot. But there were certain traits that were specifically Elliot also, like her strong chin and facial features and certainly her attitude.

"Mommy. MOMMY!" Hannah shouted, causing Olivia to snap out of her dreamlike state.

"What's wrong baby?" she asked worried.

"Where are we going? Mrs. Kester's house is da other way," she noted.

Olivia smiled at how smart her daughter had gotten over only three short years. "I know honey, but Mrs. Kester is sick so you're going to go with mommy to the station house today."

"Yay!" Hannah shouted in excitement. "Will I get to see Uncle Fin and Uncle Munchy and Grandpa Don?"

"Sure will," Olivia said turning her attention back to the traffic in front of her. 'If we ever get there.'

Cragen was sitting at his desk when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he called not bothering to look up from his paper work.

"Someone here to see you boss," Munch said swinging the door open and letting the visitor run past him.

"Grandpa Don!" Hannah shouted, darting past her Uncle Munchy and throwing herself at the older man.

"Hey sweetie," Cragen smiled hauling the young girl into his lap. "How are you today?"

"I colored a picture for you," she answered handing him the piece of slightly crumpled paper.

Cragen took the picture and looked at it, his face immediately lighting up. It was a page out of a coloring book of a police officer that Hannah had colored and written the words, Grandpa Don across the top. "It's beautiful," he said. "You're turning into quite the little artist."

"I know," Hannah laughed. "Mrs. Kester says I'm the next van Goo!"

Cragen laughed, "You mean van Gogh?" The phone rang and Cragen reached across his desk to pick up the receiver, "Special Victims Unit, Cragen."

Elliot walked past his captain's office and saw his youngest daughter sitting on the older man's lap while he wrestled with the phone. "Sweetie why don't we let Captain get some work done?" Hannah nodded jumping off of Don's lap and racing toward her father.

"Daddy can I play at your desk?" she asked.

"You know daddy's desk isn't a playground, but how about up in the crib? I think Uncle Fin may have stashed a few toys up there," Elliot suggested. Without another word the young girl took off up the stairs, pigtails bouncing in excitement.

Olivia walked into the bullpen a minute later, "Where's Hannah?"

"Upstairs in the crib," Elliot answered. He looked up from his paperwork and smiled at his wife, "You look absolutely radiant today."

"Sucking up are we?" she asked with her trademark sarcastic tone. "What do you think you're gonna get in return?"

Elliot circled her like a shark before finally stopping behind her and bending to whisper in her ear, "You'll find out tonight." His lips were dangerously close to her neck and the presence was beginning to have an effect on her.

"Excuse me?"

The voice cause both Elliot and Olivia to jump apart, fearing that it was a member of the brass catching them in a semi-compromising situation. However it wasn't a member of the police hierarchy but rather a young girl in her late teens or early twenties. "Can I help you?" Elliot asked.

"I…I want to report a r-rape," she stammered before breaking down into tears.

Olivia quickly rushed to the girl's side and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "It's okay sweetie," she said soothingly, "let's just grab a seat here." She pulled out her desk chair and let the girl sit before turning to Elliot, "Get me a bottle of water?" Elliot nodded and disappeared down the hallway. Olivia turned her attention back to the girl sitting at her desk and crouched in front of her. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The girl looked around the crowded room with a look of shear terror in her eyes, "Is there somewhere else we can go?"

"Sure," Olivia said leading her into the nearest interrogation room and shutting the door behind them. "What's you name?"

"Becca Garcia," she said as Olivia scribbled on her pad.

"Okay Becca can you tell me what happened?"

Hannah had been sitting in the crib playing with the dollhouse that had been pushed into the corner for her for quite some time. Uncle Fin had been playing house with her, but he had to go back down to work. He left the door open and told her to yell down if she needed anything.

Tiring of the dolls, she dropped the one in her hand and walked to the top of the stairs and looked down. She could see into Grandpa Don's office, he was still on the phone, but there was no one else she knew in the room. Taking the steps slowly, she descended to the bullpen and stopped at both her parents desks. She was going to go into Grandpa Don's office when she heard the sound of someone crying in a nearby room.

"Hello?" Hannah called as she pushed the door open.

The girl turned around, her tear-streaked face falling upon Hannah. "Who are you?"

"My name is Hannah Stabler," she answered taking a few more steps into the room. "What's yours?"

The girl hesitated a second before answering, "Becca."

"Why are you sad Becca?" Hanna asked making her way fully into the room and climbing onto one of the chairs.

"I'm not sad," Becca tried to lie. She wasn't really sure who this girl was, but it all seemed a little weird to her.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because someone hurt me," Becca said. She didn't know why she was telling this to a little girl, but something about her presence made Becca feel safe.

"Why?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know," she answered.

"Don't worry, my mommy and daddy will find whoever hurt you," Hannah added. She walked over to Becca's side of the table and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Becca slowly relaxed into the little girl's embrace and felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Olivia had left the interrogation room to grab a form that she had left at her desk but when she returned she was startled to see her daughter sitting the seat that she had left only moments ago. She listened as Hannah and Becca exchanged words, her heart melting at the things her daughter said. When Hannah hugged Becca, Olivia felt a tear form in the corner of her eye.

"That's one special girl you got there," Cragen said from the doorway to the observation room where Olivia stood peering through the two-way mirror.

"Yeah, she really is," Olivia agreed.

THE END