Chapter 22

A/N: There is a jump here just because I can't be bothered writing the fluff of Christmas or the new baby, it gets boring after writing it in nearly every fic I have lol so I am jumping to the juicy bits.

Blessed Hearts Graveyard, Manhattan, New York

Monday, January 5th 2016

9.31 am

Olivia stood in between her parent's grave and Cole's and Michael's. George rested in the crook of her arm, he was fast asleep all warm in a thick body coat and wrapped in a pale blue blanket with a blue hat on his head.

"You know Dad he looks like you." Olivia smiled, that wasn't possible, Don had no genetic ties to her son but a lot of people had commented on how eerily he looked like his deceased grandfather.

"I have to go to work today, meeting with one p p. I know you'd go berserk if you were here, both of you would but it something that has to be done, my job is on the line but so is Munch and Fin and we already put this meeting back." Olivia sighed, they'd put the meeting back when Don died.

"I can't believe he's sixteen days already, he shouldn't even be born yet." Olivia smiled. "He's perfect though and compared to the girls he's easy, sleeps more and cries less." Olivia laughed softly.

"I know you were with me Dad." She whispered closing her eyes. "I felt you and I know that probably sounds crazy but I know you didn't miss it Dad, just like you were there the other three times I gave birth you were there with this one too."

"It's strange to think I have eight kids now." Olivia laughed. "Who'd have thought that eight years ago?" She laughed again, it was ironic how her life had changed in eight years.

"You know I was talking with Doctor Whitney after George was born and she thinks that everything with Ali and Eli was just an abnormality, she didn't think I'd be able to give birth to George naturally and considering he was early he still made it fit and healthy. They do think I was further along though, they think he was only about four weeks premature so that's good, he spent only one day in the NICU." Olivia looked at the precious bundle in her arms, he really was perfect.

"I'm going to head off now, get Georgie back to Nanny Sue so that I can get into my uniform, there's going to be fun, first time in my uniform in front of the Morris Commission." Olivia smiled, it was ironic how everything was turning around for her. "I miss you." She sighed before turning around and walking off.

Manhattan SVU, Manhattan, New York

Monday, January 5th 2016

11.49 am

"You know you could have let me handle this." Elliot smiled as he straightened out Olivia's shield and commendations hanging on her uniform.

"I know El but it's my mess and I can handle it, I had this defence figured out before I gave birth to Georgie." Olivia smiled.

"I know, but Georgie probably already misses his Mommy." Elliot smiled back.

"I'm sure he does but he's going to have to get used to Mommy not being around, I'm taking sporadic maternity because I'm needed here." Olivia replied, Elliot wasn't happy considering how traumatic the birth had been.

"Liv I have everything under control here." He told her as she adjusted her collar again.

"I know El, I trust you to run this place without me but I want to be here, I just twiddle my thumbs at home. Nanny Sue is great, she knows what she's doing with the kids and I don't mind spending a little time at home but being there all the time, it gets tedious you know, if I take sporadic maternity at least I'm balancing being at home and being here and I can bring Georgie here with me." Olivia explained.

"I know I know I just want you to be ok." He explained as he brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm fine El, everything's great, yeah I still miss Mom and Dad everyday but I've done the grieving, I'm enjoying being a Mom again and everything's near perfect." Olivia replied.

"Ok. Ok. I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled wrapping him up in her arms and kissing him deeply.

One Police Plaza, Manhattan, New York

Monday, January 5th 2016

1.21 pm

As usual everything in front of the Morris Commission was running behind. Olivia bounced her legs nervously as she fumbled with the manila file in her hands. This was something her father had done many years ago in defence of her partner, she just hoped it would work for her in the same way that it had worked for him back then.

"Captain Cragen Manhattan Special Victims." The voice boomed making Olivia jump a little but she quickly gathered herself.

"Captain, it's good to see you." Commissioner Rockwell smiled.

"Thank you it's good to be back." She replied.

"We saw the papers and of course the rumour mill in the precincts keep turning so what did you name the latest Cragen-Stabler?" He asked.

Was he here to hear her defence or exchange pleasantries?

"George Donald Columbus." Olivia replied smiling, it sounded better and better every time she said it.

"Ah so it's true you named him after the psychiatrist that delivered him, your father and the street on which he was born?" The commissioner was smirking.

"Yes it is, one of the very things on the rumour mill that was true." She laughed.

"Well we're all pleased he's doing well and yourself after the accident." He smiled and she nodded grateful for his concern even if she hadn't figured out why he'd tried to kiss her.

"Thank you sir." She said knowing that now she would be set to work.

"Ok so we're here to discuss the psychiatric evaluations made on your squad a while back now, a few red flags of course, yourself, Detective Munch and Detective Tutuola, I believe you've prepared a defence so you have the floor." Rockwell informed her and she nodded opening the file in front of her which contained scribbled notes of her defence but also a pile of pictures that she would present.

"September the ninth two thousand and fifteen was one of the days that I will never forget." Olivia began nervously hoping this would work otherwise she would be out of a job. "My thirteen year old daughter Melissa was kidnapped outside a candy store on her way home from school. She was missing for a total of twelve hours, from three thirty pm when the last sighting of her was till we found her at three thirty am. Most parents wouldn't have been as worried as I was, the reason being not every parent witness's video footage of their child being dragged into a van but that wasn't all." Olivia took the photos out of the file and held them in her hand.

"I have admitted that I wanted to kill the man who kidnapped my daughter." Olivia's voice was stern, almost the voice she used on perps as she tried to get a confession out of them. "Samantha Coldwell, age fourteen, kidnapped from Holy Trinity Prep. We found her blood and beaten after she'd been forced to work as a prostitute by her kidnapper, she was missing for eighteen days and from her victim statement she'd been working the same night she'd been kidnapped with no means for escape." Olivia placed Samantha's picture down and showed the second picture. "Megan Riley, twelve year old kidnapped from an ice cream vendor in central park and we found her five hours after her disappearance raped and sodomized." Olivia placed that picture down with a little more force. "Tamara Beckworth, aged eleven, kidnapped from the Bronx Zoo, she was held for nine days where she was repeatedly raped and beaten until she was eventually murdered." This picture was slammed down onto the podium making the men of Morris Commission eye her. "Lucile Ark thirteen, Hannah Medows twelve, Lorraine Price fourteen, Natasha Corrs twelve, Beyonce Tidwell twelve, Mary Stewart Eleven." Olivia slammed each photo down after she showed the, the frustration, the passion and the fury all evident in her eyes as she spoke. "And these are just the case I can remember from the top of my head, I could find you hundred more like them given time because I can promise you that I have worked many more pre-teen/early teen kidnap cases. I was the lead detective on every single one of the cases I just shown you, so can you imagine the thoughts going through my head in the first hour that my daughter was missing alone? If you're a parent who's seen the things I have seen during my career at SVU then can you imagine what you'd be thinking if your child went missing? What rapist or paedophile has my kid? What if she's made to work as a prostitute? What if they beat her to death or just kill her? I have seen what these kinds of cases can do to a victim, I've seen what they do to families and you'd be angry if it happened to you, I had every right to want to kill my baby's kidnapper. Every right to want that bastard dead for what he did to my baby girl Melissa. I've never heard a single parent say I want that bastard locked up for what he's done, I've always listened to parents say I want that bastard dead for what he's done and can you blame them? Can you blame me?" Olivia finished her rambling speech and took a deep breath as she waited for the Morris commission to move on.

"And on the matter of your grief?" Commissioner Rockwell asked as if Olivia hadn't just almost exploded at them.

"I've grieved for my parents Commissioner." She replied simply, she didn't feel the need to justify herself on this.

"And the matter about you having nightmares about your kids being the victims?" He continued.

"If you had to see crumpled up bodies of five year olds and raped ten year olds you'd have nightmares too Sir, their completely normal ask anyone who has ever worked at SVU me and my husband have been there for too many years to begin discussing, we've both had nightmares from tough cases but we have each other to get us through those nights." She explained with a particular emphasis on the word husband.

"Ok and Detective Munch defence? He would like to personally castrate child molesters?" Commissioner continued.

"Wouldn't we all?" Olivia replied. "When you work at SVU there is no hiding from the truth Sir." Olivia began. "We see three year olds at the hospital with severe vaginal trauma, eight year olds parents being told their baby will never be able to have babies of their own, we see little boys scared of their own shadow because of the way they've been sodomized. Leroy Hogan was eight when his uncle sodomized him with a wooden spoon, he died in hospital from blood loss. Marcy James was four when her big brother decided to play with her leaving her scared on the inside from deep scratched he did with his nails. Malaky Jordan ten years old when she finally had the courage to tell the teacher that her father had been raping her since her fourth birthday when according to him she became a big girl. So tell me please that you wouldn't like to do something to these sick men, we do what we can, we have them locked up but it isn't always enough. Malaky Jordan's father was plead out because of unsubstantial evidence, upon his release he murdered Malaky, her mother, her mother's new boyfriend and their six month old twin boys but not before he had his way with both Malaky and her mother just one last time." Olivia explained and she grabbed the pictures from the crime scene and walked up to the table with them.

The pictures were horrific, they had the beaten and broken bodies, the babies with gunshot wounds to the head, blood spattered all across the room.

"When was the last time any of you stood in a room like this? It tears a little at your heart every time we see something like this we ask ourselves why do we do it? Why do we bother doing his job to witness things like this almost every day? It's because of people like this…" She held a picture of a man up. "This is Henry Jordan, Malaky's father, we caught him as he was about to rape a five year old little girl he'd kidnapped, that's why we do this job to make sure little girls like Malaky get justice and to stop it happening to the next victim the perp has on his hit list. I can and will support John Munch's theory that all child molesters should be castrated because if Henry had been he wouldn't have been able to rape Malaky again or her mother for that matter and just because he thinks they should be that's all it is, a theory, not a fantasy as you so proudly proclaimed it but you go into one of these rooms and be a detective on a case like this and then tell me you don't think the same as myself, John Munch and the rest of Special Victims." She explained before walking back to the podium.

"And on the matter of Detective Tutuola who dated victims?"

"Detective Tutuola can date whomever he pleases, it isn't any of our concern however I did some digging, every victim he's dated was weeks if not months after the victim became a victim and they always contacted him first, he's done nothing wrong except have a life outside of his job." Olivia explained simply, she knew it would be enough, or at least she hoped it would be.

"I think we're done here, expect out result on your desk at the end of the week."

Olivia marched out of the room as quick as she could, all she could do now was hope that she had done enough.

Just so I can move the story on a little.