A/N I'm sorry this has taken so long, but in all honesty, I sorta forgot about this story till I was rereading it earlier and got an idea.

Chapter 2: Truth

Warm sun streamed in on Elliot and Olivia as they drank their coffee. Suddenly, Olivia sighed wistfully and took another sip. Elliot noticed her change in mood right away."What's up, Livia?" he asked gently.

She inhaled slowly before she spoke. "I was just thinking I feel stronger now," she confessed.

Elliot nodded, smiling a little. "Well, you should. That took a lotta courage, and I could tell you'd been holding that pain in for a long time."

Olivia nodded. "I had. Thanks for helping me find a way to let it out."

Elliot smiled again. "I was happy to, Livia, and I'm there for you anytime you need me."

Olivia squeezed his arm gently. "Thanks, El. That means a lot to me," she told him, blushing slightly.
He blushed, too. "Glad to help, Livia," he said gently.

Olivia was about to speak again when her cell phone rang. She groaned inwardly as she answered, "Benson."

"Liv? It's Catherine Willows."

"Cath? I haven't heard from you in ages. What's up?"

"There's something I need your help with. See, we're working a homicide where a 5-year-old is too shaken up to talk, and we thought you might be able to help us."

"I'll do whatever I can. Where is she?"

"She's staying with an aunt in your area. 312 South 76th Street, Upper East Side. Let me know if you can get her to talk, because we think she might've seen what happened to her mom."

Olivia clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Poor little thing," she said as Catherine sighed. "I'll help however I can, Cath, and I'll keep you posted."

"Thanks, Liv," Catherine told her as they hung up.

"What's up?" Elliot asked.

"That was Catherine Willows from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We were in college at NYU together before I went into the police academy and she went to Las Vegas. Anyway, she called me because she needs our help with the 5-year-old daughter of a homicide victim. She's too shaken up to talk to them, so she thought we could help. Actually, she wanted me to talk to her, but since we're partners, I figure she meant we could each try. She said she was staying with an aunt at 312 South 76th Street, Upper East Side."

Elliot nodded. "Do you wanna go now?" he inquired.
"The sooner, the better," Olivia answered as she rose.

"That's just what I was thinking," Elliot agreed.

With that, they headed toward the parking lot and hailed a cab.
Ten minutes later, they reached the house and got out. Olivia preceded Elliot as they reached the stoop. She rapped her knuckles on the door gently.
"Mrs. Anzo?" she asked. "Are you home? It's the police."

A few minutes later. A petite brown-haired woman answered the door. "Has something else happened?" she inquired.

Olivia shook her head. "No, it's not that," she said reassuringly as they flashed their badges "I'm Detective Benson, and this is my partner, Detective Stabler." She stepped inside, closely followed by Elliot. "We're here because of what happened to your sister. We got a call from a CSI from the Las Vegas Division. She thinks your niece may have seen what happened, but that she was too shaken up to talk to them, so she thought we could help. Can we see her?"

Mrs. Anzo nodded. "She's upstairs in her room. It's the second door on the right,"

Suddenly, Olivia turned to Elliot. "Should we go up together?" she asked quietly.

"Sure," he replied as he followed her upstairs.

When they reached the little girl's room, Olivia knocked gently. "Honey, we're here about your mommy. Can we come in?" she inquired.

"Are you the police?" came a voice from inside/

Olivia smiled at Elliot. At least it was a start. "That's right, Honey," she told her as they flashed their badges from the other side of the keyhole. "We are. Can we come in?" she asked again.

"Yeah." The girl's voice was quiet as she came to the door and let them in/

"Hi, my name's Olivia, and this is my friend, Elliot. What's your name?"

"Sienna," she replied as her eyes darted to Elliot.
"That's a pretty name. Listen, would you feel better if it was just you and me?" she questioned as she sat down on her bed.

Sienna nodded, and Elliot left immediately.

Once the door had shut behind him. Sienna curled up in Olivia's lap. "You wanna know what happened to Mommy, don't you, Olivia?" she asked, and Olivia nodded, holding her closer as she wondered if the little girl would disclose her secrets.