A/N: I wanted to thank everyone for the reviews, and I'm glad that I actually have enough time now to fit in writing this story as well as other things. Right now I'm on vacation, and am really happy that I haven't waited so long to update my story. Anyways, I wanted to inform everyone that's reading this that I've decided to add much more Elliot in this story, since it's basically all been focusing on Olivia and her past. In this chapter, I decided to put more Elliot in, and it will be like that for the next couple of chapters. Some of them will also be emotion, surprisingly, since they have to do with Elliot. Well, enjoy!

Chapter 16: Because I Care

"So, how'd it go talking to Kelly?" asked Elliot, once Olivia entered the 1-6.

"She wasn't able to make a positive identification on her rapist. All she told me was that she met this guy on MySpace, and she thinks the man who raped her could have been him. But, she only means "could", not was." responded Olivia, pulling out her chair from under her desk, getting ready to sit on it.

"I'll tell you something, Liv, teenagers these days don't think twice when they go into chat rooms and have accounts on MySpace, putting all this information on it."

"I would have to agree on that one. It's almost like it's their fault when something happens to them, although just because they say all this stuff about them doesn't give anyone the right to rape them."

"I know. If I ever saw my kids on MySpace, they would delete their account faster than you can say MySpace."

"You, know, I've actually never been on it, surprisingly. I should check for myself what kind of a dangerous place it really is."

"I'm with you on that; let's both look for ourselves."

Olivia turned on her Dell computer, as Elliot made his way towards her desk. She quickly clicked on Internet Explorer, as Elliot was looking over her shoulder. Once came up, she typed and up popped the MySpace homepage. There was a place to sign in, and also a place to search for people on it. Olivia moved the cursor to the "Search" button, and pressed it. Up came a page where she could search for people and she clicked on "Name", and typed in Kelly Como. Once she pressed search, unfortunately it said that there was no match to be found.

"She must have deleted it." said Olivia.

"Yeah, probably after that bastard raped her." mentioned Elliot."

"Probably. I've never been on this, and right now it's probably one of the dangerous websites I've ever been on. I can't believe people actually put so much info on here; on the Internet where everyone can see it."

"And I'm as sure as hell that I wouldn't be happy if one of my kids had an account."

"I hate to break it to you, El, but I wouldn't doubt if one of your kids did. MySpace is what teenagers these days like to call the "in" thing. And if you want to check for yourself, all you have to do is search in your kid's first and last name, and then their profile could possibly come up."

"You know, Liv, you sound like you know too much info about the website." Elliot said with a crooked smile on his face.

"Uh, in case you haven't noticed, it's kind of self-explanatory right on this web page."

"Yeah, I knew that."

"Sure. Well, if you really are that desperate to see if one of your kids really has a MySpace, then I suggest you start searching now."

"Actually, they may be my kids, but if you wouldn't mind-"

"-You want me to search for them for you, so that just in case one of your kids happens to have an account you wouldn't have to dread looking at something they put online for the world to see, the same time putting themselves at a dangerous risk?"

"One thing I've learned through my time here at the SVU is that forget about all the crap you have to deal with with all the rapists and murders. Communicating with your partner telepathically is sure as hell one thing to take advantage of. And, by saying that, you son of a bitch were right." laughed Elliot. "I'll be talking to Cragen while you do the searching."

"Fine with me." Olivia turned back to the computer screen, and almost wanted to stop herself from searching Elliot's kids on the perilous website, just to give her partner bad news if it turned out that one of his kids did have an account. Ever since the moment the homepage of MySpace came up, Olivia didn't even want to look at the webpage, because all along she had been saying in her mind that the one thing she was looking at was a place where millions of children had been abducted, raped, and even killed from. That one place, just that one place. The place where rapists targeted their next victim.

Olivia went back to the search page, as she slowly typed in "Maureen Stabler". Although she was growing into a young women now, she knew that it would hurt Elliot to see his grown-up daughter posting pictures and information about herself online. Luckily, this time there were no results matched. Then, once again, she went back to the search page and typed in "Kathleen Stabler". Then there were the same results again. The same thing happened when she typed in "Dickie Stabler". But as she yet again went back to the search page, she slowly typed in "Elizabeth Stabler". But this time, the page didn't come up saying that no results were found. There it was; a picture of her partner's 12-year old daughter online, as well as bits of info of her at the right; Female, 14 years old, Queens, New York, USA. She couldn't believe her eyes. Olivia always viewed Lizzie as the "good" child, not the girl who you would find with a MySpace account online.

Olivia didn't know what she would say to Elliot as he would soon step out of the Captain's office. She almost didn't want to tell him the truth about what her daughter was actually doing on the Internet, and what she was doing was something no parent would want to imagine about their teenage daughter. As Olivia clicked on Lizzie's picture, her profile had popped up. There was so much information that Olivia's eyes were viewing on this page, it was almost impossible for Olivia to believe what she was actually seeing. As she was looking at all this information about Elliot's youngest daughter, the song "Under the Gun" by The Killers was playing in the background on her profile. There were many surveys that were pasted onto her profile, and a black layout with pink hearts decorated it. On her "About Me" part, she put her first and last name, what she did and didn't like, her best friends, and almost anything you could think about. To the left of the page were her interests & personality; here favorite books, movies, television shows, you name it. There were even groups that she was part of, and Olivia just couldn't believing what she was seeing. She didn't know what the hell to tell her partner.

Within minutes, silence grew throughout the squad room. Hardly anyone was there, and not a word came out of anyone. To Olivia, it almost seemed that she was the only one there, staring at this profile page of Lizzie. She didn't want Elliot to see this, and she felt that she wanted to talk to Elizabeth herself, to tell her what a risk she was taking. Olivia almost had second thoughts about doing that, until she exited out the MySpace page. She then ripped out a piece of yellow paper and took out a blue pen and wrote:

Elliot, I went somewhere, and I really can't bare to tell you exactly where it is I'm going, but all I can say is that you have to figure it out. You really don't want to know what's going on, but you're going to find out sooner or later.

Olivia

After writing those exact words, Olivia picked up her brown coat and walked out of the 1-6, heading out towards her Sedan. She knew where Kathy's mother lived, because that's where Kathy and the kids were presently living. Kathy had left Elliot one day about a year earlier or so, and went to live with her mother, who lived in Queens as well. She had to go and talk to Lizzie one-on-one, and tell her what she was doing was wrong. Olivia wasn't doing it to punish her (she wouldn't punish someone who wasn't her daughter, anyways), but for her own good. She hopefully thought it would convince her to delete the account, and to never go back on it again. She would hate to see something bad happen to Elliot's daughter. Olivia wouldn't be able to cope with the fact that she would have to view her not only as her partner's daughter, but a rape victim.

As she parked the car into the narrow driveway of Kathy's mother's house, she got out of the car, this time with nothing stopping her from talking to Lizzie. She obviously figured that Elliot would soon find out where Olivia went, and she knew he would come eventually to see what exactly she came for. Then Olivia carefully knocked on the brown door, in hopes of having Lizzie be there so she could talk to her.

"Olivia, long time, no see," said Kathy as she opened the door, seeing that Olivia was standing right out of her mother's house."

"Nice to see you, Kathy. How have things been?" responded Olivia.

"Pretty good. So why'd you come here?"

"Well, I was wondering if Elizabeth was here. I wanted to talk to her about something."

"Yes she is, surprisingly. Elizabeth?" called Kathy to her daughter, who was upstairs brushing her hair.

"Yeah, mom?" answered Lizzie.

"There's someone here to see you."

"Okay, I'll be down in a sec."

Once Lizzie came downstairs, she was surprised to see Olivia there. When Kathy and Elliot used to be together, Olivia might have visited every now and then, but Lizzie had never seen Olivia come to her grandparents' house at the present time. "Hi, Olivia." she said, smiling.

"Hey, umm, do you mind if I talk to you about something?" asked Olivia, hoping that their conversation would lead Lizzie to come to think that her MySpace account wasn't safe.

"Umm, sure, I guess so. Do you want to come up to my room so what talk about whatever you want to talk about?"

"That's fine with me."

Olivia started walking up the staircase, passing by a few bedrooms. She could only recognize one room, and obviously knew that it belonged to Dickie. Since he was the only guy in the family (out of Elliot's kids), it was clear to understand that is room belonged to a teenage boy. Then Lizzie entered her room, shortly giving Olivia a small tour of her average-sized bedroom colored with lavender walls. To the right of her twin-sized bed, you could see posters of bands such as Fall Out Boy, the All-American Rejects, Green Day, Simple Plan, Nada Surf, Hawthorne Heights, The Killers, and Jimmy Eat World. There were also some small-sized posters of celebrities such as Jessica and Ashlee Simpson, Kelly Clarkson, Christina Ricci, and Michelle Trachtenberg. Some CDs were scattered on her dresser, some which included music by the bands on her wall, some pop music, and Norah Jones.

"So, this is my room. Kind of boring, although I try to give it a little touch of sophistication." mentioned Lizzie.

"Very nice room, in my opinion. Well, anyways, Lizzie I came here to talk to you about something." said Olivia, sitting on Lizzie's bed with her.

"Yeah, what about?"

"Well, your dad and I have been working on a case for about a week now, and one of the victim's said that she could have met this man on MySpace that hurt her really bad. And, well, your father was kind of curious, you know, wondering if any of his kids had a MySpace, so-"

"So you searched in my name and found my MySpace." sighed Lizzie, basically finishing the sentence for Olivia.

"Elizabeth, you really should not have that sort of information on that website. You have no idea who could be looking at it."

"Olivia, my friends are really the only ones that look at my MySpace. Well, hopefully."

"You can only hope; you can't do anything else but hope. Anything can happen, anything. You never know, Lizzie. That website is one of the most dangerous places on the Internet; actually, it is the worst, if you don't include those chat rooms."

"Why is every adult saying that it's a dangerous place?" stated Lizzie, although this time it seemed more like an exclamation rather than a question.

"Because, we all see it happen every day. We see it all over the news, and we deal with those types of cases. Lizzie, bad things can happen. Horrible things happen to girls and boys who don't understand what they're doing online isn't safe at all. They get kidnapped. They get raped. And they even get killed. And I'd hate to see something like that happen to you."

"Okay, let me just to tell you something. The reason why bad things like that are happening to kids these days online is because some people put all this information on MySpace, and then when some complete stranger asks to be their friend and starts to message them and stuff, they know that they're putting themselves at such a risk. And it's almost like they're asking for something to happen to them. And because some people have to be so stupid and something obviously happens to them, it gives MySpace a bad name. I may have a lot of info on it, but trust me, I don't talk to strangers on the Internet, and I never will, ever."

"Lizzie, it doesn't matter if you don't talk to them or not. Someone could be viewing your profile right as this moment and somehow search you down. And then they could all of a sudden call you or show up at your door. You may think that I'm lecturing you right now to get you into some sort of trouble, but the only reason I'm doing this is for your own good. Lizzie, I don't want something to happen to you at all."

"Wait a second, before you say anything else, did my dad see my MySpace?"

"Actually, no he didn't. He doesn't know you have one, but he's surely going to probably figure it out sooner or later. I left him a note telling him that I left, although I didn't say where. Knowing him, though, he'll most likely find out where I am."

"But if he sees it, I'll be in the biggest trouble I've ever been in! I really don't want that to happen!"

"Lizzie, would you rather get into trouble because someone who cares about you is trying to protect you, or have something bad happen to you, like getting raped and killed?"

"You actually do have a point, though. But everyone at my school has a MySpace!"

"It doesn't matter if everyone has a MySpace. Who cares what they do? It may be the "cool" thing, but it's dangerous as well. Okay, if everyone jumped off of a bridge, would you?"

"No."

"Then delete your account. If you don't want something to happen, then try to prevent it from happening right now. That's my only suggestion."

Right as she finished her sentence, Elliot slammed open the door to his daughter's bedroom. Lizzie could tell that he wasn't in a good mood. First, she thought that he was going to scream at her, but surprisingly, he started at Olivia.

"Olivia, come here right now." he demanded.

"Uh, Elliot do you really think"-

"Come here right now!"

She got off of Elizabeth's bed, which was covered with a soft, pink comforter, and walked out of the room after shutting the door behind.

"What were you doing here talking to my daughter!"

"Elliot"-

"No, don't "Elliot" me. You came here because my 12-year old daughter must have a MySpace account. I never gave you the right to come barging into their home to talk to my daughter about something she's doing online. Yes, I'm pissed at her for doing something like that, but I'm the one that should talk to you, not her. She's my daughter, not yours."

"Elliot, I figured that it would be easier to talk about something someone would understand. Teenagers these don't exactly rely on their parents to talk about something they may have done wrong, without even sometimes realizing it."

"Olivia, it doesn't matter who the hell she'd be better at talking to! She's my daughter, and I feel that this is something that I could talk to her about, not you!"

"Elliot, haven't you always wanted to protect your kids?"

"Of course!"

"Then it might not have hurt to have one small conversation with your daughter. Elliot, she's 12. I'm sure kids that age these days don't exactly feel comfortable talking to their parents, especially in situations like these."

"I don't give a shit what you say! She's my daughter, and this is something I want to talk to her about, not you!"

"Fine. If you want to act that way, then I guess I might as well leave. Or even stop talking to you, period."

"Go ahead! If that's what it takes to get me, and only me, to talk to my daughter, then do it. And don't come back here ever again."

After he barked those exact words, Olivia grabbed her keys and took off. Then that small voice inside her head acted up again. If he doesn't want me near his kids, then that's fine with me. All I ever wanted to do is protect them, especially his young 12-year old daughter. It's only because I care about her.