Captain Donald Cragen smiled as he gently ran his fingers through Olivia's hair. He always tried to wake her up with a gentle touch after she told him that he was the first person who touched her without hurting her. "Dad, what time is it," a half asleep Olivia mumbled as she leaned into his hand.

"It is time to wake up and get ready for work honey. Coffee is downstairs for after you get dressed," he replied, kissing Olivia's head. Olivia smiled as she blinked sleepy eyes at him. "Okay dad." She got up and got dressed, tucking her gun in her belt before making her way downstairs, smiling when her dad carefully placed a steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

"Dad, I need to talk to you," she said in between sips of coffee, and Don smiled, signaling for his daughter to continue. "I do not know how to feel anymore. I know I should hate my mom, but there is this little part of me that loves her." As soon as she set her coffee mug down, he reached across the table and took her hands in his.

"Olivia Danielle, what do we tell the little boys and girls that come into the precinct after suffering the ultimate betrayal at the hands of the ones who are supposed to protect them? It is not their fault, and it is certainly not yours. It is completely normal to feel that way. I will always love you sweetheart."

"I will always love you too dad. It is all so confusing." Donald Cragen smiled as he got up, filling their travel mugs with coffee. "It may not seem like it now honey, but it will get better. You won't ever get over what has happened. You will just learn to cope with it and help others who have been through what you experienced, which is what we do for a living." He handed his daughter her travel mug and kissed her cheek before they headed off to work.

A few hours later, Olivia was doing paperwork at her desk when she heard a voice that haunted her nightmares, a voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Is Olivia Benson-Harrison here?" She grabbed her files and a pen before hastily retreating to her dad's office, slamming the door behind her. "Whoa sweetheart, what is wrong?"

"My mother is here. I did not want to see her right now, so I came in here." Don smiled as he arose, walking over to his daughter and kissing her forehead. "Sit at my desk and finish your paperwork baby. I will handle this." He then walked out of his office, and Olivia occupied his vacated desk.

"There is no Olivia Benson-Harrison here. I am the commanding officer of this unit, and I am asking you to leave. Whether you leave a free woman or get handcuffed and placed in interrogation room one is completely up to you."

Olivia heard her father's voice from inside his office, and her heart swelled with joy. His voice boomed with anger as he ordered: "Arrest her and send her to interrogation room one." When her dad returned to his office, she ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Thanks daddy. I love you."

"I love you too butterfly. I have an idea that might help you in your healing process. We can't prosecute her for what she did to you because of statute of limitations, but you could confront her. I would be by your side the entire time."

"In that case, please take me to interrogation." Don smiled and placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead. They then exited his office and made their way to interrogation room one, Olivia grabbing her NYPD jacket from the back of her chair and putting it on as they walked. Don wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked in, and Serena looked up, pure hatred on her face. "You were here the whole time Olivia Rose Benson-Harrison."

"My name is Olivia Danielle Cragen, and you will listen. You are not my mother and never have been. Just because you gave birth to me does not make you my mother. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, sold me to Barclay for his perverted and sick pleasures. I was only 8 years old, and I never wanted any of it! It hurt so bad, and you just stood by. When I told you that I did not want to marry Barclay, you told me that you would sell me to a hitman that would fuck me then kill me. I was so young!" Olivia stared her mom down, and Serena's eyes glowered with fury.

"You have no right to speak to me like that! I had every right to do what I did because I am your mother, your parent! You deserved everything that happened!" An infuriated Olivia stared down her mother, an angry glint in her eyes. "You never were a parent! Dad, take me home!"

"With pleasure honey." The pair walked out of interrogation, and Don led her out of the precinct, keeping his arm around her shoulders. Olivia waited until they were home and cuddled on the couch before breaking down, tears flowing down her face. She stroked her gold shield, the memories of the day she received it swarming through her mind. She recalled standing in front of Judge Thornton, her heart pounding as she spoke. She recalled leaning forward and wrapping her arms around her dad, him whispering, "Vos semper amandus," in her ear. Those three Latin words sounded more amazing than their English translation, and Olivia never failed to smile every time he said that.

"Olivia, what is going through that pretty little head of yours? What are you thinking about," Don asked, and Olivia broke from her thoughts, a smile on her face as she wiped her tears away. "I was thinking about the day you adopted me. I was thinking about what happened with my mother when I grabbed my gold shield. The memories of mom disappeared, and I started thinking of the memories we have made and still have yet to make. The words you whispered to me after court have stuck with me. I know more than my fair share of Latin from hanging out with the Stablers. They even took me to church a few times. What you said to me translates to you will always be loved, but it sounds ten times better in Latin."

"Vos semper amandus," Don said, and Olivia smiled as she cuddled closer. "Mea Pater gratias ago tibi, quia non. Tu optimus omnium Pater semper." Don was shocked at her level of Latin proficiency, something that could not be achieved by attending Catholic church a few times and hanging out with the Stablers. "I forgot to tell you that I am fluent in Latin, Russian, Spanish, German, Swedish, and Swahili."

"Damn honey! Do I have a genius for a daughter," Don jokingly said, and Olivia slightly tensed up before replying. "School was my escape dad. I graduated high school at 9 years old, as I was allowed to skip several grades. I was allowed to go to college as long as I cooperated with whatever they wanted to do with me."

"Livvy, I keep learning new things about you, and I still love you regardless. You are sweet, loving, kind, and hardworking. I am not biased when I say that you are one of my best detectives. Even Chief Karpinski has taken notice. He says the Cragen name must carry some good luck and strong work ethic when it comes to law enforcement."

Later That Night:

Olivia smiled as her father tucked her in and kissed her forehead. "Tibi gratias ago tibi quia non filia mea. Dulce mel somniorum. Vos semper amandus."

"Deo gratias, quia est ens per lacrimis, in timoribus, et inter omnia. Non potui melius peterent Pater".