A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far! Keep 'em coming...I'm debating on where to take this for the future. I played with the school a little bit, to fit the purposes of this story. As usual, I don't them...just wanted to be a little creative.

They arrived at the station and walked in, brushing past a girl with long brown hair. Olivia turned and noticed the girl's red rimmed eyes and stopped. "Can I help you," she asked softly.

"I…I hope so," the girl said, "My mom. I...I was told that she's dead." Her she hugged her body close, bright green eyes wide with fear. She looked to be fourteen and based on her clothing, well off, which surprised the two officers. Teens that dragged through the doors of the precinct usually didn't have manicures or expensive clothing.

"What's your mom's name," Olivia asked gently.

"M…Meredith Hughes," the girl stammered out. Olivia looked at Elliot, who raised his eyebrows.

"Okay honey, why don't we go over in that room and talk in private," Olivia said, gently guiding the girl towards a side room. Elliot followed, grabbing a bottle of water for the obviously shaken girl.

"What's your name," Olivia asked as the girl pulled off her jacket. "I'm Olivia Bensonand that's Elliot Stabler. He's my partner."

"Georgiana Michaels," she said, sitting down. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders in waves and had a slightly round face, her body small and slender. She bore a resemblance to her mother, but not enough to be picked out on the streets. "I go by Georgie."

"You don't share your mother's last name," Elliot asked, straddling a chair.

"No," Georgie said, "I was given my grandmother's maiden name."

"Okay," Olivia said. "How did you find out she was dead?"

"So, she is dead," the girl said, tears rising to her eyes again. Olivia nodded and slid the bottle of water across the table to her.

"I'm sorry for your loss," she said gently.

"My mom and I weren't close, but she was still my mother, you know?" She wiped her eyes and sipped the waters. "Her publicist, Lainie Johansson called and told me. She told me that you two were the detictives looking in on her case."

"We are," Olivia said, "I apologize for not calling and telling you in person. We weren't aware that Meredith Hughes had a daughter."

"Don't feel bad," Georgie said, wiping tears away with the sleeve of her sweater, "Not many did. I was one of her better kept secrets."

"Georgie, I know this is a hard time for you, but do you know of anyone that had wanted to hurt your mother," Elliot asked.

"No," Georgie said, shaking her head slowly. "Meredith was an actor who had her share of crazy people, but I can't think of anyone that actually wanted to hurt her."

"Has she mentioned anyone that might have been threatening her?"

"No," Georgie said, "But, Meredith and I didn't talk much. Lainie would probably have a better idea on something like that."

"Do you have her contact information," Olivia asked. Georgie nodded and wrote it on a pad that Elliot put in front of her. She handed it back to Elliot, who took it and went to call the woman.

"Georgie, if you remember anything else, call me, okay," Olivia said, handing her a card with her number on it. She had written her cell phone number across the back before giving it back to her. Georgie took it and tucked it into her purse carefully. "Do you have somewhere to stay?"

"I attend the Swarthmore Lennox school in mid-town," Georgie replied. "I live in the dorms." She wrote her phonenumber, address,and room number down on the pad before sliding it down over to Olivia.

"Thanks," Olivia said, "We'll call you as soon as we find out anything." Georgie nodded and slid her jacket on before standing up.

"Thank you, for your help," Georgie said, shaking her hand, then Elliot's.

"It's no problem," Olivia said, "I'm sorry again." Georgie nodded and turned, walking out of the precint.

"She seems a little calm for her mother just dying," Elliot said, walking up to his partner.

"She might still be in shock," Olivia said, crossing her arms and leaning against her desk. "She said she and her mom weren't close."

"She called her by her first name," Elliot said, "Sounds like she didn't know her at all."