Townhouse February 20th 7:30 pm Olivia's POV

Were all sitting down eating dinner right now. I am trying to make this as normal as possible for them. I know this can't be easy. I mean they lost both parents less than a week ago. It's just so weird. 7 days ago I had no kids, and now I have four. Granted, they are not 'mine', but I am responsible for them. I have to cloth them, feed them, make sure they get an education, I can't let them get hurt, I can't be cool aunt Olivia anymore… oh dear lord… I can't do this. Lizzie's voice brings me out of my trance.

"Olivia are you ok?" she asks.

"Yeah Liz I'm fine." I say with a fake smile and wink.

I see Maureen roll her eyes and leave the table.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I'm done, and I'm going to my room." She reply's. I understand she's upset and frustrated, but she doesn't have to take it out on me. I decide to give her more time to get used to everything before I try and reprimand anyone.

"Well can you wait just one sec, I need to talk to you guys about something," They exchange questioning glances between each other, and then stare intently at me… no pressure right.

"So…" Maureen rushes me.

"So… tomorrow a social worker is going to come by the house, he or she is going to ask you some questions and you should answer truthfully." I say intending to be a little vague.

"What kind of questions?" Lizzie inquires.

"Well…they are probably gonna ask about me, our new house, if you like me, where you want to live, if I feed you, if I hurt you… those kinds of thing."

"So like an interrogation?" Dickie asks.

"No you loser, they're just want to know whether or not Olivia is a shitty guardian." Maureen rudely reply's.

"Maureen, I don't think it's going to be like that exactly and could you please not use that language." I say.

"Whatever, can I go upstairs now?"

"Yea" Hopefully she'll be in a better mood tomorrow I think to myself.

"Are they goanna make us go live with grandma and grandpa?" Kathleen asks.

"I really don't want to; it smells bad at their house!" Lizzie adds.

"Um… truthfully I don't think that will happen unless you tell them that's what you want. You see… your mother and father left a will, that said if anything should happen to them, then I would be in charge of you guys." I say honestly.

"Will is the one who gave us the money for the new house and all that stuff too right?" Lizzie asks, and this time I can't stifle my laugh, neither can Kathleen. The twins look at us and ask why were laughing.

"Lizzie, will isn't a person, it's a thing, a sheet of paper that we look at after someone's dead, and it tells us who they want to give different possessions to." Kathleen replies.

"Oh, me and Dickie thought it was just a nice person!" She states between giggles.

"I didn't, I knew it wasn't person!" Dickie says defensivly.

"Yes you did, you're the one who told me about 'will'!" She fights back.

"No I didn't! I was just kidding with you!"

"Nu-un, you thought it was a man too!"

I just look a Kathleen, and realize that for the first time this week we are both smiling genuinely.

Benson/Stabler Residence February 21st 11:15 AM Social worker Rachel Williams POV

I sit down with the oldest daughter first, hoping she will be a good example to the others, but by the look on her face I can tell she's just not happy with the world right now, and that is understandable.

"So Maureen, what did you do yesterday with Olivia and your siblings?" I question.

"We moved boxes and set up the house, ate dinner, and slept." I look at her wondering if she wants to add more to her short snotty reply.

"Also, I went to the bathroom 4 or 5 times, blew my nose once, called my friend, changed clothes, and continued to constantly breath throughout the day, incase you needed more detail." Damn! Wasn't quite expecting that, but I can handle it.

"Alright, that sounds like a full day. Moving on… how do you living with Olivia, do you think she is an adequate guardian." I ask, expecting a rude answer.

"Well, for the past five days, she has fed us, she hasn't hit anyone…yet, but you know how these cop types get, um… lets see… she is kind of weird and I thin-" I interrupt her before she can say anymore because honestly I am fed up. I should take her to a group home or something and let her see just what it could be like for her smart ass.

"Thank you Maureen, were done here." I hastily reply

Next I talked to Kathleen, then Lizzie, then Dickie. They were all wonderful and charming. I come to the conclusion Maureen is just a teenager venting because the world has dealt her a difficult hand, however; I schedule another visit just to be sure. I tell Olivia and the kids the good news and head on my way. I have a good feeling about this family.