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Fin walked back into the break room and spoke up. "Guys, Melinda wants us down at the lab. She wants everybody, except uh, except Liv for some reason, she wouldn't say. Just stay here with Mackenzie." He said. Everyone just looked at Liv then left with Fin to get Munch and go down there.

Olivia stood there shocked. What the hell is going on? She thought to herself.

"Olivia what's going on?" Mackenzie asked looking up at her worriedly.

"Sweetie I don't know. I want to find out though." Right as she made sure everyone had left, she grabbed Mackenzie and got into her car.

"Olivia where are we going?" Mackenzie asked confused.

"We are going to find out what's going on." She said, looking at Mackenzie through the mirror.

After waiting around the corner while she made sure everybody else had gone inside, Olivia got out of the car and grabbed Mackenzie's hand and took her inside the building. Wait, what about Mackenzie...hey it's Alex. Olivia thought to herself. "Alex, look, I don't care what Melinda told you, I need you to watch her for me, stay down here." She said, giving Mackenzie's hand to Alex.

Alex stood there shocked and confused, what the hell is going on!? She thought to herself, looking down at Mackenzie sighing.

Olivia decided that the elevator was too slow, so she ran up the stairs as fast as possible. She thought about what was going on, she thinks she knows, but hopes it's not. I don't think that it could be her, it's not possible, she died. As Olivia got close to the Melinda's office, she took a few deep breaths and calmed down, bracing herself for what this could be. She walked in and saw herself. On the screen. Holding a baby. Bruised. Scars everywhere. She remembers that picture. The nurses convinced her to smile for one picture. She refused to smile. Not after what had happened. She let out a small cry, grabbing everyone's attention. They had already learned what happened.

"Olivia." Melinda said, barely above a whisper.

With her hand over her mouth in shock, tears rolling down her cheeks, she walked up to the computer screen where the picture was. Standing there, still shocked she put her hand to the screen, trying to touch the picture. This isn't real, it's all just a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare. LeAnn died! They told she was dead! They lied! This is not possible! The hand that was on the screen balled into a fist. Her silent tears became sobs, she bent her head down and punched the screen with her fist. "This isn't real. They told me she died! They lied! No!" She cried out, sliding down to the ground, sobbing.

Olivia's like a daughter to me, how could no one have known this had happened to her? Cragen though to himself. The three detectives, Casey, and the Captain, left the room, unable to digest everything that was going, unable to watch the strongest person they know, break down so easily. Just fall apart right in front of their eyes. Melinda bent down and squeezed Olivia's shoulder. Olivia realized where she was and stood wiping her eyes. She ran out of the room, pushing her way through everyone that left, and ran to her car, speeding out of the parking lot leaving the information behind her. Melinda realized Alex didn't know, she called her and hated to tell her over the phone, but she had to know. Alex almost broke down, Olivia had been her friend for a long time, she couldn't digest the information, no one could.

Once everyone got outside and had calmed down, Cragen spoke. "Go home." He said bluntly. "Either Casey or Alex has to stay with Mackenzie, everybody else, go home. Don't call Liv, if she calls you, just try to keep her calm. If she comes over, be there for her. Just go home and relax, I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp, there's a few things we need to discuss." They nodded and all left in their separate cars. Casey volunteered to stay at the precinct that night with Mackenzie, she needed to work on the case anyways. All of them thought the same thing. How are we going to get through this?

Elliot Stabler walked into his house, not able to digest the information he had learned today. Olivia has been his partner for almost eight years, how could he not have known? She must be one damn good actress to be able to hide something like this. How could no one have known? How could Cragen not have known? Every time we interviewed victims, how could she have been able to pull it off, not crying, listening to them tell their gory stories of what happened. The pain, sadness, anger they felt. She felt the same, and was able to keep it all bottled up without anyone knowing.

At dinner that night, Elliot was silent at the table. Picking at his food, barely able to think about anything else. "Dad?" He heard a voice speak. It was Dickie. He looked up at him. "Are you okay? You haven't talked much since you got home." He said calmly. Everyone else at the table just looked at him, wanting to ask the same thing, but unable to, worried what he would say.

He finally replied calmly. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. Um, Cathy honey could you please pass the gravy." He tried changing the subject, knowing it didn't work. The table was silent after that, and Elliot felt at the worried stares on him. He gave up and put his napkin down, put his plate in the sink, and went to his bedroom.

Three hours later, before Cathy turned off the light to go to sleep. She finally had the chance to talk to Elliot alone about his mood. "Elliot what's wrong? I know something's wrong, don't give me the 'I'm fine' crap. What happened today?" She asked worriedly, looking at him with all the love and care in the world.

"Olivia has a daughter who she was told was dead." He said with no emotion in his voice.

Cathy looked at him, finally catching on. "Mackenzie…" She mumbled. He nodded in reply then turned over to go to sleep. "There's more isn't there?" She asked.

"Yes. But we have to investigate it further. Good night." He said, and tried his best to go to sleep.

Cathy looked at him sadly, then turned off the light and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Odafin "Fin" Tutuola sat on his couch, staring blankly at the television screen., thinking about everything. It was two a.m. when he heard a known at his door. He got up and answered it, wondering who it was. He looked in the peep hole and sighed. Opening the door the man said, "Couldn't sleep either?" Fin let Munch in and closed the door behind him.

"I just don't understand. I mean, think about Elliot, Casey, Cragen. They're all so close to her, we may have worked with her for awhile, but what else don't we know? What else don't they know? What else is she hiding? I'm so confused." Fin said, mulling over his thoughts.

"We're all confused. None of us knew she was hiding this. Now that we know this though, what else is there for her to hide?"

Little did Fin and Munch know, that at the same time they were talking, some one else was talking in a way no one could understand her. Elliot laid there unable to sleep, thinking about everything, when he heard the doorbell ring. The sound woke Cathy up but he told her to go back to sleep as he went and answered the door.

What he wasn't prepared for was what was on the doorstep.

Olivia. Drunk.

"Olivia?" He asked.

She responded by pushing her way into the house and falling onto the couch face first.

Elliot closed the door confused, turned a light on, and went over to Olivia.

"Olivia are you okay?"

"Not…promise…like…Mom." She mumbled.

"Mmk, Liv, this is not good. Umm, stay here." He said, knowing she probably wouldn't move.

Elliot went back to his bedroom to see Cathy awake, thankfully. "Cathy I, uh, kinda need your help with something." She looked at him confused, but got out of bed and followed him into the living room. When they got there, she was gone. They looked around the living room, but saw light coming from the kitchen. They walked into the kitchen and saw Olivia going through the refrigerator, grabbing a beer hidden at the back. She went to open it but Elliot stopped her. She whined but Elliot grabbed her and dragged her to the guest bedroom which thankfully was downstairs.

Cathy helped her along and tried to keep her quiet trying not to wake the kids up. As soon as Olivia was in bed, she tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable spot, eventually giving up and pulling the covers over her head. Elliot sighed and walked back into his bedroom.

"Elliot, what are we going to do in the morning?" Cathy whispered furiously.

"I don't know, just go to work, let the kids go to school, and I'll stay with her until she wakes up." Cathy rolled her eyes and went back to sleep.

The next morning Elliot woke up at 7 a.m. to see the entire house empty. Remembering everything that had happened yesterday and last night, he got up, got dressed, and went to the guest room. When he walked in, Olivia was just waking up.

"What happened? Where am I?" She asked confused. She looked up at Elliot and glanced at her surroundings. Realizing the killer headache she had, she grabbed her head with her hand and took a deep breath.

Elliot left and got some Tylenol and water for her. He gave it to her and she groaned as she remembered everything that was going on. "Mackenzie…"

"Casey stayed at the precinct with her last night." He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Liv, why didn't you tell us? Tell me? Tell the Captain?" He asked softly.

"I didn't want to trouble you. It was 12 years ago and they told me…" She trailed off. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought about that day. "They saw my bruises, the scars. The nurses there were worried. They didn't know what was going on; they called social services, but it was midnight and they didn't exactly answer the phone at the time. I remember all the pain, it was terrifying, I thought I was going to die. Then the cry came. They told me I had a baby girl. I was so excited, I didn't care what had happened to me. What mattered most was the tiny little girl I just gave life to. They took her away to get her cleaned up and everything and left me to rest. I waited for two hours, waiting for the baby. They never brought her back. They told me she died." She was full on crying now, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I became hysterical. I couldn't stop crying. They asked me about my mother, if there was anyone I could call. I was 20 and had just lost a baby, I left my drunk mother as soon as I turned 18 and got my own apartment. She didn't know what had happened. I couldn't call her, I never told her. She died not knowing I ended up just like her, except my baby had died. I ran out of the hospital after that and never looked back. After that I went home and I just cried. I didn't go out much for about six months. After that I put it behind me and went to school, became a cop hoping I could prevent what happened to me from happening to other women." By now it was 7: 30 and Elliot had to get to work but didn't want to leave Olivia.

"Olivia, I'm so sorry." She just let out a sob and leaned into him. He put his arm around her and hugged her, wishing that that had never happened to her.

Forty-five minutes later at the precinct everyone was gathered at the board to discuss the case and what evidence they had. Cragen looked around at the disturbed faces of two detectives, two ADA's….wait…two detectives?

"Where's El and Liv? Well, I understand Liv, but what about El." Right as Cragen asked, Elliot walked in, put his coat on his chair, and joined everyone else at the board. "Thanks for joining us. Has anyone heard from Liv?"

Munch, Fin, Alex, and Casey all shook their heads no. (A//N: By the way, Mackenzie's still asleep…I didn't now where to add that) "Elliot what about you?" He looked up at the Captain, and nodded.

"Yea, she uh, I talked to her."

"Well, what time? What did she say?" Alex asked worried.

"Uh, I couldn't sleep so I was just laying there and the uh, doorbell rang at about two a.m." He said slowly.

"She came to visit you at two o'clock in the morning?" Munch asked confused.

"Yea, Cathy had to help me. She uh, wasn't exactly herself." Elliot didn't really want to talk about what all had happened, he was still in shock about what she told him. He needed time to digest the information.

"What do you mean? I'm confused. I think we're all confused." Cragen said looking around at everyone else who were nodding their heads.

"Drunk. Liv was, she was drunk. She pushed her way into the house and landed face first on the couch. I had to get Cathy to help me take her to the guest room 'cause I can tell you, I've uh, I've never seen her this bad. I came back with Cathy and found her in the fridge trying to get more. Luckily we got here to the guest room and she fell asleep."

"Where is she now?" Casey asked worried about her friend.

"I'm right here." Olivia says, walking in the room. Judging by her appearance, it looks like she had gone home, changed, refreshed her make up, and looked as if it was any other work day.

"Liv, I was going to let you stay at the house til lunch and then come and get you, you didn't have to hail a cab." He said sincerely.

"It's ok, I uh, I couldn't stay." She said as her eyes began to water. "I had to come check on Mackenzie, I couldn't leave this case alone, she's still a victim and she still needs justice."

"You do know the Captain won't let you work on the case." Elliot said, Cragen, Fin, and Munch had just walked in and noticed Liv was there.

"Liv, Elliot's right, I think you shouldn't be—"

Cragen was cut off, "SHE'S MY DAUGHTER! I DESERVE TO WORK ON THIS CASE AS MUCH AS ANYONE ELSE HERE, DAMNIT!!" She yelled at him. Everyone else in the bull pen had turned to her and were staring. She sighed knowing she had just made a scene. "I'm sorry, it's just."

"Liv, it's ok." Munch said squeezing her shoulder gently.

Olivia nodded and went back to her desk, looking a the file Melinda had given Elliot the previous day. Casey just sighed sadly looking at Liv then out of the corner eye saw someone come out of the crib.

She walked over to Mackenzie, who probably had been woken up by Liv's yelling. "Mackenzie, we need to talk about something." Mackenzie looks at her curiously as Casey guides her back into the crib.

Back at her desk, Olivia struggled to not break down as she looked at the pictures and read what was written about her in the file. Rebecca Stephens…20 years old, signs of abuse, gave birth to Mackenzie Stephens on April 8th, 1995, unable to contact social services at the time…

"Liv, I," he stuttered on his words, "I meant to put that away before you got here."

She looked up at him angrily, "Why?" She asked harshly. "It's my file, I already know what happened, you were the ones who didn't before all this started, I was hoping to keep it that way."

"Liv, you could of told someone, anyone, even Huang. Why didn't you?" He asked, worried about his partner.

She turned away for a second, unable to hide the tears anymore. She began to cry again as she looked back up at Elliot, "because I didn't know if you would see me as a vic, treat me differently, think I was weak. I liked things the way they were, the way they have been for the past eight years." She grabbed the file and walked to the elevator, needing to get out of there.

Alex had walked in a lil while ago and had seen the whole thing. "Do you think someone should follow her? I don't her to do anything you know, stupid."

Elliot nodded in understanding and grabbed his cell phone and jacket as he walked towards the elevator to follow Olivia. In the elevator, he dialed Liv's number and she picked up.

"Look, El, I know you care, but I really, really don't want to talk right now." She said, tired and angry as she hailed a taxi, told the driver where she wanted to go and he started driving.

"Liv, you need to stay off this case. We're worried—"

"What case?! We have the guy who raped her, we have the guy who killed her parents and brother, we have witnesses, we have the aunt coming down to get her and take care of her, there isn't a case to solve!" She said hurriedly. The driver looked her in the mirror with confusion, but Liv just rolled her eyes at him.

"You're wrong." He said plainly.

"What do you mean I'm wrong?! What else—"

"Her brother and parents weren't killed, her adoptive parents and brother were killed, here parents are still alive."

"El—"

"No, stop, we still have a trial to go through and you are NOT going to leave Mackenzie alone while she goes through this."

The driver had pulled up to her apartment and she got out, paid him, and walked in as he drove away. "But if he pleads guilty there won't be a trial necessarily