Give a Little Bit Chapter 10, a law and order: svu fanfic

A/n: Hi all! Insomnia is helping me write some more! Did you like the last chappy? Reviews are welcome, flames are not. If you have a valid point, and you can tell me WHY it sucks, then go ahead. Just TELLING me it sucks doesn't help me at all, Martantos

SVU

Olivia found herself throwing up one morning several weeks later. She knew it was bound to happen; it was morning sickness. She was glad that Elliot was around for her this time; Allie was causing trouble in the next room while her mother was busy praying to the Pocelain Thrown. She could hear the baby pulling DVD's from the shelf, and Elliot laughing and cleaning them up. On a day like this one, she'd give almost anything for one of the older kids to be home to help, or at least take her mind off the sick feeling in her stomach. A nice girl-fight, scream-out over who gets the bathroom first would be good just about now; the noise would take her mind off her stomach.

After an hour of dry-heaving, Olivia's stomach finally settled enough for her to sip at 7Up. Elliot wiped her forehead with a damp rag and started a nice hot shower, and then finished getting ready for his day. The hot water that rained down over her tired body, bringing her into the day in a much more pleasent manor than the throwing up.

After her shower, she and Elliot drove into work, stopping to drop Allie off in daycare.

"I'll see you at lunch, Love," he said, kissing her cheek as they walked into the building.

"Late, Hot stuff!" Liv rounded the corner and was gone. She, at 16 weeks pregnant, was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Thinking about her, he smiled and walked through his squad room.

"What do we have for me today?"

"We have a 24-year-old woman, Alyssa, found on a landing, almost dead. She's in Bellevue. Elliot, I don't want you near this one." Cragen was dead serious. Elliot followed him into the office.

"What? Why?"

"She was found in the same place as Serena Benson, who's only daughter turned 39 a few months back."

"Why is that significant?"

"It was 40 years and three days since Serena's rape. She was found in the same place as Olivia's mother. You wouldn't be able to remain-"

"Objective? No, no I wouldn't. But You have to let me cover this. I owe my wife the peace of mind that her-"

"Don't you dare say father."

"Wasn't going to. That's you. Her mother's rapest needs to be put away. I'm a damn good cop; father of 5, one on the way, married to your daughter. I take this case. Its the only way to feel like I earned this damn perfect Life I've recently found myself in." Cragen's eyes met Elliot's.

"You're with Fin and Munch. You don't question him. You don't even speak to him without some one else there. You disobey that, I'll have your sheild." Elliot nodded and went back through the squad room.

"Okay, guys. What do we have?"

"Well," Munch said. "I spent the night up at Bellevue with the vic. Nice girl. Says she knows the man who did it. Name is David Schwatz, and he's 62 years old. We picked him up this morning Fin's with him now.

"Let's roll." Cragen followed Elliot down to the questioning room. Casey was waiting, listening to the questioning.

"Oh, good Lord." Casey furrowed her brow.

"Captain? What's up?"

"Do you see his eyes?" Elliot asked Cragen as John and Fin questioned.

"Yeah. I do. Big, brown, almond."

"Any doubts?"

"None. Go get a swab from your wife." Elliot's head whipped around. "We need to link him to both. Hell, we need to link him to as many as possible."

"She's gonna be really pissy." Elliot took a deep breath and wandered off.

"Link him to another rape?"

"Its a case that's 40 years old, still open. Serena Benson."

"I see. Can you link him?"

"Elliot's going to find out." Casey nodded. She didn't know if she wanted to find a match or not.

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"A little early," Olivia called out to her husband as he walked into her unit. Her smile faded. She knew his 'I'm Sorry, I've got bad news' look. Hell she'd helped him perfect it. "What's wrong?"

"We got a guy down stairs. We can get him for at least one rape, but..."

"But...?"

"The other victim died 7 years ago. It was rape and attempted murder." She closed her eyes. "We need your help."

"How? Who was the other vic?" Elliot held up a mouth swab. "You have him? You think he's the guy who raped my mother." Elliot nodded. Liv ran the swabs along the inside of her mough before handing them back to her husband. "I need to see him."

"Olivia, its a bad idea." Olivia stood, grabbed her coat and was out before he could protest. "Liv, wait!" He followed her down the stairs and into the rooms.

"Where is he, Dad?"

"Room 4." She strode over to the one-way Mirror/window. What she saw was nothing like she'd thought. He was a decent looking old man, who happened to have her eyes, and chin. He looked like he should be sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons and reading a paper. He wore a small gold necklace with The Star of David on it. She discovered more about herself there. She was half Jewish. Also, when he spoke to John, he moved his hands. She had a similar manerism; she moved her hands in almost the same pattern when she spoke. It was too much for her to handle at this point. She was the daughter of a rapest. Olivia found it more and more difficult to breath. "Olivia? Are you all right?"

"I gotta get...out of-" She didn't finish her sentance.

"Liv?" Elliot was by her side when she collapsed. "Olivia! Get a bus out here, Now!"

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Olivia listened to the voices around her. She could hear Don, Elliot, and a woman. They were talking about hig stress, and babies. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment. As no one noticed, she let them go closed again. She was so tired. The next time she heard anything, it was much darker in the room, and it was Elliot talking on his cell with someone.

"Hey, she's waking up. I'll call you back." There was the sound of his phone shutting off. "Liv? You still with me, babe?"

"Mmm...wha happnd?" she slurred.

"You had a panic attack, Olivia," he whispered. "You blacked out, smacked you head on the ground, and have been in and out for about 3 hours now."

"Baby?"

"The baby is going to be fine. Jesus, Olivia, you scared the crap out of us." He kissed her head gently. "After this, they want you on bed rest for at least a week. Your blood pressure is through the roof."

"Desk duty."

"Bed duty. No work, no cases, no lap top unless its chatting online with your friends and shopping for books. Got it?"

"What about Allie?" Elliot just hugged her. "Where is she?"

"Rose and Kathleen picked her up an hour ago. They're in the waiting room with Maureen." She nodded, satisfied by his answer. The doctor waved Elliot over, spoke with him for a moment, and Elliot was back at Olivia's side "The doctor needs to check you out, Liv. I'm going to go talk to the girls. Okay?" Olivia nodded again

Elliot wandered out into the waiting room. Maureen was rocking Allie, who was almost asleep in her sister's lap, and Rose was comforting Kathleen. They looked worried, but definitely better than when they arrived. Kathleen looked up at her dad.

"She's awake. Everything is okay; she's just got a nasty bump on the head, and high blood pressure."

"What happened?"

"Panic attack. A case got way too close for comfort. Girls, I'm going to need your help for a week or two. They're putting her on bed rest because of this. She was very close to losing the baby, and if they can't get her blood pressure down, she'll be on bed rest a lot longer. Mix that with Ever-lasting morning sickness, dehydration, over working herself...you get my wife." His daughters nodded. "I can take some time off work, but if one of you two could check on her when you aren't in class, it would really help me out."

"Mr. Stabler-"

"Elliot."

"Elliot, I could stay with her during the day. As long as you have the internet, I can log in and work from home. Hell, I do most days any way. I only go to work once a week for the team meeting."

"I don't think that's nec-"

"Please, let me stay with her. You'll feel better, and I know Kathleen will me a lot better knowing she's not alone if she needs anything." Rose's big green eyes sparkled as she spoke. "You guys have been really cool to me. Let me help."

"Okay," he said, finally. "Olivia doesn't like accepting help, so don't be surprised if she pushes you away with every ounce of strength she's got."

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Olivia opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Sunlight was filtering through her bedroom window, and a light breeze was flowing in. She could smell herbal tea from the kitchen, and on her bedside table, there were 2 notes. The first was in Elliot's hand writing.

'Livvie, Had to go in early. Kathleen took Allie in to daycare today, and Rose will be there to help you out. I'll call you later today when you're awake. Enjoy sleeping in, Babe. Love you, Elliot.

The second note looked like a hand made card. The front had a perfect rose drawn on it in yellow and green ink. She plucked it from its spot and opened it.

'Good morning, star-shine! If you're reading this, then the tea I'm brewing must be almost ready. Elliot left me with a list of foods you like, and what's allowed. What would you like for breakfast? Rosie.'

"Aw," she said. "Those guys are so sweet."

"Hey," Rose said, bringing a steaming cup of tea in. "Rosie's Tea for da Missus," she said ina funny accent. "Sorry, no caffine. just herbal relaxation."

"Its all right. Tea is tea."

"And coffee is off limits." Olivia shot her a look.

"I smell it on your breath," Olivia said as she sipped the tea. Rose chuckled. "This is wonderful!"

"Thanks. Until college, I worked my way through high school in a cafe. I can cook just about anything you like. I'm thinking apple oatmeal? Elliot recommended it as one of your favorites when you're sick." Olivia nodded. "Good, 'cause that's what I already made." Rose dashed off into the kitchen and returned quickly with the tray of food. Olivia worked her way into a comfortable sitting position.

"So. Tell me a little more about yourself. All I know is that your name is Rose, and you love Kathleen."

"My name is Rose Makayla Gavin. Second generation to live in America. My parents were born here, but their parents moved over from Ireland together. My hair has always been dark red like this. It works with the green eyes." Olivia nodded as she ate. "I love living in New York. Kathleen and I. after she graduates, want to get a house in Queens near where she grew up; send our kids to the same schools and all."

"Talking about kids already?"

"Its been thrust at us, y'know? We hang around with Allie so much, our apartment has toys and things there for her, and even one of those fold up mesh cribs. Last week, when you were in the hospital, we took the monkey to the park, and everyone thought she was ours. We corrected them, of course, but it got us thinking seriously about kids later on."

"How are you going to have kids?"

"We're going to be foster parents and hopefully adopt later on. Kathleen really wants kids when she's older...almost as much as I do."

"You really love her, don't you..."

"With all of my heart. Let me go rinse those before that turns to cement." Olivia watched the young woman take the tray. She thought about all Rose had said. Kathleen had been walking around dreamy-eyed for 6 months now, since they started dating, and they were talking about a house, and a family. Olivia sighed and hoped they weren't rushing their relationship.

SVU

"Stabler," Munch called as he weaved between the desks and chairs in the squadroom just over 3 weeks later. "Elliot, we have the results. You're not going to believe this." Elliot took the folder and opened it. He felt the color drain from his face.

"We got his ass, John." Elliot mentally high-fived the man.

"Read on my friend."

"You're shitting me," he said as the flipped through the case file. "The guy did this to 15 other women! Oh, God," he whispered. "She looks just like Olivia."

"Her name is Kaitlyn, and she's 37. Her mother was the thrid victim. This is Michael, is 31, and his mother was number 5. Leslie was number 8, and this is her daughter Rebecca, who is 29. And here is number 14. Jordan was 16 when she was raped 5 years ago, and this is a picture of her 4 year old daughter, McKensie." Elliot felt sick to his stomach. Olivia had a brother and sisters; they came into this world the same way she had. They all had the same eyes, and very similar smiles.

"Put this sick freak away."

"Elliot, there is evidence that he stalked them. Look at it, 15 rapes, 6 pregnancies. Not one of the victims he chose was pro-choice. He planned this."

"Six?"

"Alyssa refused the morning after pill. She sees it as murder and guess what? She's late."

"Today is going to be a very long day. Call the vics, and the kids. Get them all down here. All but Olivia. I'll bring her in myself when she's up for it."

"You sure?"

"Why?"

"If you keep this from her, you'll be on my couch, man." Elliot sighed. Olivia had been working this case since the made detective. She couldn't take this from her. It would give her more peace than anything he could give her. "Take an early lunch and go talk to her."

SVU

He set the files on the foot of the bed. Olivia smiled up at her husband as she sipped her water, completely unknowing as to the bomb that was about to be dropped on her. She glanced over and saw her mother's name.

"Relax. We've got enough to put him so far away, the only crack of dawn he'll see is his bunk-mates."

"Then why are you home early?"

"Wanted to run this through you. Its your case." He opened the first file. "This is Kaitlyn, age 37. This is Michael, age 31. Meet Rebecca age 29, and finally, McKensie, age 4."

"Who are these people?" Olivia asked, looking at the pictures. They all had her eyes, Kaitlyn had her smile and nose.

"DNA evidence."

"Just like me. These are my sisters and brother, aren't they."

"Olivia," he started. "They are. There's more to this case than a rapest. He picked each woman because they were anti-abortion. When we finally had his DNA to run against, we found a total of 15. There were 6 pregnancies."

"There's only 5 pictures."

"The sixth child was just discovered this morning."

"Alyssa?"

"Yeah."

"What can you tell me about the others?"

"Kaitlyn is a stay-at-home mom of 3 kids, all of whome I met this week. They're good kids. She used to be a teacher, but when her husband got promoted to partner at an ad agency, she decided to stay home. You and her have a lot in commen. She plays piano, and is very nice. Michael works construction, is engaged, and has a 3 year old son. He's a pretty decent guy. McKensie is a happy, loud, very stubborn 4-year-old girl. She's the most like you. She knows what she wants and accepts nothing less. A real sweetie."

"What about Rebecca?"

"Rebecca is angry. She works at a diner, and a grocery store. Has two kids, the younger one is 5 and was recently adopted, the older one is 15 and lives in a group home, and another one on the way. She's...well...she's clean, but that's about it. Each kid has a different dad, and the last guy, well, he's on death row. She asked where does she give this baby away. Knowing her history, not many people are lining up to adopt." Olivia rubbed her forehead.

"She's had it rough," Olivia stated, scanning the pictures. "Maybe it is nature."

"Look at you and the other four. Kaitlyn could pass as your twin. Not just in looks, but she's an incredible person! So far, she's offered Rebecca a place to live, as has Michael. Jordan and her parents would help if they could, but Jordan's still a kid trying to raise a kid. The only person missing from the family reunion is you, Livvie."

"I don't want them to be my family. You and our kids are my family. Don, Fin, Munch...they are family."

"Olivia, by far, so far you can't even imagine, you are the strongest of these people. If we want this man behind bars, we need you, sweetie." Olivia snuggled into his chest and sighed.

"Are they there now?"

"We're meeting at the precinct in an hour if you're up to it. Doctor said take it easy, and don't get overly excited. If you need me, I'll be close by." She nodded into his chest.

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Olivia took a deep breath before entering the room. She'd waited a full ten minutes in Elliot's arms before going in. Brown eyes from around the room met hers, and silence fell over them. McKensie stared up at Olivia curiously.

"Hi, McKensie. I'm Olivia...I guess I'm your big sister."

"Hi."

"I'm Kaitlyn, your little sister...I guess." Olivia smiled warmly, as nervous as she was. "How far along are you?"

"Almost 20 weeks."

"So, you had an okay life?" Michael asked.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to know that you were okay...growing up. I mean, you're my sister and all. Jesus, now I got 8 sisters. Four from my mom and step dad...and now you guys. So...were you okay, Olivia?" He seemed so gentle.

"It had its trials. I've got a womderful life now, with an incredible husband, and 5 kids." Michael was satisfied.

"Do we get to meet him?"

"You have. Elliot Stabler."

"He's a good guy," Michael said, flashing the smile that had won over the whole unit when Olivia first smiled at them. "God, this is strange, we look alike. I've never had anyone look like me."

"I know the feeling. My four oldest are Elliot's kids, and Allie looks like her father." Olivia found a comfortable seat to lower herself into, next to Rebecca.

"Glad you all had it good," she said before leaving. As the door slammed, Michael sighed.

"She had it really rough."

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It had been a full 3 months since the siblings met. Kait and her family had taken in Rebecca, and helped her get a better job. and Michael moved closer so he could get to know the family. Jordan and McKensie were often found visiting the eldest of the group. They came together to put an evil man behind bars, and became friends. Slowly, they became much closer than friends. Olivia would pick up McKensie from school, Jordan would take Allie to the park.

It was difficult, but Olivia was determined to prove David was just a peice of trash that had no affect in their relationship. Michael, Kait, Rebecca and Olivia were all able to accept that they were children of rape. They came together as sisters and brother to put David away.

"Detecive Benson-"

"Stabler."

"Excuse me?"

"I've been married almost year now. My name is Detective Olivia Stabler." Casey nodded. It was the reaction she was hoping for; to give example that she was a person who could maintain a relationship.

"Detective Stabler, who is your dad?"

"My adoptive father is Donald Cragen. My biological father, according to DNA, is David Schwartz."

"How did he know your mother?" Olivia swallowed.

"He raped her, and 39 weeks later, I was born."

"Thank you, Detective." Casey looked over the notes. "Do you have any siblings from your mother?"

"No."

"What about David?"

"I have 4 siblings who are here, and one who is due to be born in about 5 months."

"And what is your relationship with these individuals?" Olivia sighed again.

"Kaitlyn is one of my closest friends. She brings her kids over to play with mine, we meet for lunch once a week, and plan on going camping when my baby is old enough. Michael is very protective of all of us. He only works mornings in construction; he's the head of the company now. After he gets done at 3:00, he picks up all the kids from school, takes them to Kait's and helps with homework while she makes snacks for everyone. Rebecca is still warming up to me. She and I had similar mothers; I was able to drag myself up, but she wasn't as lucky as I was. She lives with Kait while she gets on her feet. McKensie is 4, almost 5. She's a joy to be around. She's great with my daughter Allie. Alyssa has lunch with me every couple of weeks. She's trying to reach out to us, but she's not his child like we are, and I guess she feels isolated."

"Because she's one of his victims, you mean?"

"We all are his victims. We were children born out of violence, cruelty, rage, hate, and fear. Our mothers were beaten and broken. His victims were the 15 women he raped, and the 6 fatherless children he created. Our mothers were so against abortion that they raised us despite our creation. Growing up, we all, and we've talked about this, feared that because our father was a rapest, that we, too, were bad. I was afraid of men, and having children because half of my gene pool was drunk, and the other half was violent and cruel."

"And here you sit, today, 8 months pregnant with your second child."

"Some one taught me that all you have to do is give a little bit of your love, and the world will give it back."

"Thank you, no further questions.

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A/N: Had to toss a little of the song in there. No worries. More to come :-) (despite dip-shit's review)