A/N: Wow, it's been like forever since I last updated this story. But here I give you the next chapter of my story. I hope you liked it and I hope I didn't lose any fans over the long hiatus. But I do have a good explanation for it. I had testing for the last two weeks and I just started my job this week so I haven't had much time for writing. And when I did sit down there was a wall the size of the Great Wall of China preventing me from writing. Just wait until my Summer Volunteering starts. Than it'll be nearly impossible to find time to read. But it's not my fault I swear my library librarian gave me like a million hours since there aren't a lot of volunteers this year. But please don't go after her with pitch forks and those sticks that have fire on them. I agreed so it's kinda my fault too. Ducks from flying fruit. I promise I'll try to update as much as I can.

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Chapter Seven

Remember me?

Alex sat in the living room of Olivia's apartment with her feet tucked underneath her. It was so quiet that she could hear the running water coming from the bathroom. She had only been their fifteen minutes and she had been told to make herself comfortable. She had decided she would sit down and enjoy the rare moment of relaxation. She took the time to look around Olivia's clean apartment taking in the decorations. Her eyes settled on a picture above the Entertainment Unit where she saw an Eight-year-old Olivia with a girl that looked really familiar. She slipped off the couch and padded over to the picture so she could take a closer look. Upon closer inspection she discovered that the eight-year-old blonde girl was her. She gasped as she realized who Olivia Bensons was. She remembered that she moved after social services had removed Olivia from her Mother's care. She had been surprised to find out what her best friends Mother had done to her. For some time she had blamed herself for not being able to protect her from that. She had thought she was such a bad friend for not being able to see that. That was part of the reason she had gone on to Prosecute for the Special Victims Unit. It was like her job to help convict people that had wronged innocent victims. She had long since realized it wasn't her fault by the time she had gotten into Law School, but she had always wondered what had happened to Olivia Benson. But here was her chance to find out. She was, after all, standing in her living room still in her courtroom attire. She realized the water was off and wondered how long she had been standing there in front of the entertainment center lost in thought. She didn't have to wait long for Olivia soon came into the living room wearing NYPD sweats and a t-shirt.

"You can take a shower if you want," Olivia told her.

Alex nodded. She grabbed her bag before disappearing into the bathroom. She found that Olivia had left her towels for the shower by the sink. As she started up the shower she wondered if Olivia recognized her from when they were kids. She glanced at herself in the mirror before she stepped under the spray of hot water. She knew she had changed a lot since she was eight. She knew that wasn't how she would recognize her. But did she remember her at all. If she brought it up would Olivia look like she was crazy? Alex spent a little bit longer in the shower than usual before she turned the shower off and toweled off with the towels Olivia had left for her. She took out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that she had bought while at Yale from her bag and slipped into them. She than cleaned up her mess in the bathroom before exiting back into the living room. She found Olivia just finishing making a bed on the couch. Alex wondered whether she should bring it up to Olivia as to who she was to see if she remembered her.

"Olivia?"

Olivia looked up at her after she placed a pillow on the couch. Alex knew it was now or never.

"I don't know if you remember me, but…" Alex said trailing off.

She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say. She never had been put in the situation where she had to reintroduce herself to a long lost friend. A surprised expression spread across Olivia's face and Alex knew immediately that Olivia remembered who she was. All she needed was a little reminder.

"I thought your name sounded familiar," Olivia exclaimed.

Alex smiled a small smile that was returned from Olivia. She walked over to the couch so that she was standing next to her. They both sat down at the same time. The next few hours were spent catching each other up on the years they had missed in each other's lives.

"I'm sorry about your Dad Alex," Olivia said sadly, "He was a great guy. I always had fun when he took us to ice cream or something."

Alex nodded her head in agreement. From the time Alex had met Olivia in preschool they had been best friends. Alex could still remember how they met. Olivia had been hogging all the blocks and Alex, being the person she was even at a young age, marched over to her and demanded that Olivia share with her. Olivia had grinned and told her, "You're the only one around here with adventure. We should be friends." Ever since that day Olivia had always been at Alex's house. She was there so much her Father used to joke around saying they would need to add another room to the house for Olivia.

"He was," Alex told her.

"I wish I could have been there for you," Olivia told her.

"Well I wish I could have been there for you," Alex told her, "Daddy told me everything that happened."

Olivia looked down suddenly finding her feet extremely interesting. Alex put a hand on her shoulder to show her that she was there for her.

"Hey. That wasn't your fault. I hope you know that."

Olivia gave her a small smile before she stood and quickly said good night. Alex watched her retreat into her room. She sat up for a moment or two pondering the conversation she just had with Olivia. She knew that she wasn't able to be there for her when they were younger. But it looked like she needed a friend now. Alex lay down after much contemplation and her last thoughts of the day were what she was going to do with all her free time now that someone was trying to kill her. The life of an ADA sure was interesting.