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A/N: I'm so sorry that this chapter didn't get up sooner, I was in Indiana helping an elderly pastor and his wife get moved into their new parsonage. That, and I made it longer than the rest for your enjoyment.

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"Okay, Maureen, I need you to calm down and tell me where you are so that I can come get you." Why the hell is all this happening to me!

I don't know exactly where I am, Daddy, all I know is that I'm close to Liv's apartment.

"How do you know that you're close to Liv's apartment?"

Because that's where I was headed before... Maureen trailed off mid sentence and started crying again. Why would she be going to Liv's place, and why is she crying?

"OK, Maur, can you see any street signs, or buildings with names on them, anything?" I've got to find her soon.

There's a bar called...McMullens, I think it says. Please hurry, Daddy! Maureen screamed and started sobbing again. She must really be in trouble.

"OK, baby, I'll be right there. Go into McMullens, and I'll meet you there. I love you, sweetie, bye."

I love you too, Daddy, see you.

"Is she alright?" Olivia asked concerned as soon as Elliot hung up the phone.

"Not from the sound of it. I'm going to pick her up from McMullens."

"Want me to ride along with you? After all, she was headed to my apartment." She does have a point.

"OK."

McMullens and Maureen's POV

"Sweetie, what happened?" Elliot asked taking note of his daughter's bloody, bruised, and tear-stained face. I can't believe this happened to me.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I-I was mu-mugged." I'll tell him the rest later.

"You don't have to be sorry for that, Maur, you couldn't have done anything to prevent that from happening, and you know that."

"Let's get you to a hospital, Maur...Liv's in the car-"

"W-why? Did I interupt an investigation or something?" If he had told me I was interupting, I could've just called an ambulance.

"No, sweetie, we were just talking about someth-" Surrrrrrrrrrre.

"This late at night? It was either an investigation or something I'd rather not think of my father doing with his work partner." But I bet it was the latter.

"No, we've hit a bump in the partnership road, and we were talking about some other stuff...Are you alright?" Yeah, I just called sobbing on the phone cause I was right as rain.

"No, the guy hit me in the stomache, and since then I've been having these weird cramps, and it hurts like really really bad." I hope it's not happening. God, I don't even want to think about that possibility.

"Let's get you to the hospital, sweetie, OK?" At Maureen's nod, they and Olivia headed to the hospital.

Manhatten General Hospital

Mostly Dialogue (Hate me now, right?)Some Olivia POV

4 Hours later

"Detective Elliot Stabler?" Dr. Anderson called out to the waiting room.

"That's me, how's Maureen?" Elliot asked agrivated since he hadn't been updated on her condition since they had arrived.

"She's stable for now. Minor cuts and bruises..." The doctor trailed off mid-sentence.

"And?" Elliot asked even more agrivated that she wasn't telling him everything.

"She has asked me not to disclose the rest to you at-" Elliot rudely interupted the dotor.

"Maureen is my daughter and I want to know how she's doing!" Elliot nearly yelled at the doctor.

"I'm sorry, sir, but your daughter is 21 and you aren't entitled to know what your daughter's medical status is if she doesn't want you to." Now Elliot was ready to blow, and the doctor could see it; she decided to interupt him before he got started. She knows how he gets.

"Maureen has requested to see a, Detective Olivia Benson, before she speaks with you. She said that she doesn't want to hurt you, but she really needs to talk to a female about what's going with her. I, for one, think it would be a very good idea for her to talk to a female about this also, and she's already refused to talk to her mother about it."

"Elliot, you need to calm down, anyway. You go in there like this and she will probably clam up, and not tell you anything." I know I didn't tell him about the rape when it happened because he was too angry, and he hung up on me. Same thing though.

"OK, I'll be waiting out here when you get done." Elliot said in a deadly low voice.

Maureen's Hospital room and POV

"Hey, Maur. What's up?"

"Nothing...Dad was upset, wasn't he?" I hope he didn't yell at her because I wanted to talk to her first.

"Yeah, he yelled at the doc when she wouldn't tell him everything that was going on with you, why?" Of course, always the detective.

"Because the last time I visited Dad, I heard him yelling at you on the phone. Another time, you called in the middle of the night, and I heard him say I don't want to hear it, Liv' and hang up. Not to mention he totally flipped out on me when I told him that I was dating someone. I figured he's not taking the divorce very well." That's an understatement, even though I said it.

"That's what I'm thinking. So, what did you want to talk about? I don't think you just wanted to talk about your dad." She's very intuitive. No wonder Dad loves her.

"What was that? You were mumbling." That thought wasn't a thought, was it?

"Ummm, first do you swear you won't tell Dad, or anybody that would?" At Olivia's nod, she continued. "I'm 3 months pregnant."

"Wow. I, I don't know what to say." OK, is that a good or bad thing? "Except, why would you want to talk to me, of all people, about that?" And here I thought it would be obvious.

"Because, well, I can't tell Dad because of the way he's been acting lately; Mom is almost the opposite of Dad, just she cries all the time. I don't know any other adults who I could tell, and I don't want to go through this alone." Oops, that sounded way too needy.

The pair had been talking so much that they hadn't even noticed that the door was cracked, or that Elliot was behind it.

"I know what that's like." Olivia mumbled. What the? What does she mean by she knows what this is like? "I said that out loud, didn't I?" Olivia asked when she saw the look of confusion grace Maureen's features.

"Uh, yeah. What do you mean by that?" How is it even possible that she knows what this is like?...I shouldn't push her for an answer though. "But if you don't want to tell me you don't have to." But I really wish you would.

"It wouldn't be very fair to you to leave you hanging, now would it...In college, I was, I was raped by my boyfriend because I refused to have sex with him. I reported it, and the police arrested him-"

"I don't mean for this to sound mean, but how would a case of date rape hold up in court if he claimed that it was consentual?" Most date rapes don't hold up in court.

"Because he attempted to attack me during my testimony. He yelled that I deserved what he did, and the jurors took it as a confession. Two months later I found out that I was pregnant." Olivia paused to organize her thoughts, and try to hold off the flood of tears that this confession was causing.

"What happened?" Maureen asked curiously. Shouldn't she have a kid if she was pregnant?

"I didn't kow what to do, or who to tell, either. Four months later, I decided to tell my mom, and it turned out to be the worst thing I've ever done. She was sober when I told her, and that was my first mistake. Mom's always worse when sober, and she pushed me down a flight of stairs and left me unconscious at the bottom."

"Oh my God! That's terrible, why would she do that!" I can't believe her own mother would do that to her! That's so sad!

"Didn't your Dad tell you?" Maureen shook her head negative, and Olivia continued, "Oh, I'm the product of my mother's rape, and because of that she became an abusive alcoholic, but the abusiveness lasted while she was sober also."

"What happened next?" Maureen asked softly.

"You would make a very good detective someday." Olivia smirked, trying to stop the tears that were starting to fall against her will. "I went into labor, a neighbor heard all the commotion, and she called an ambulance. The doctors tried to stop the contractions, but it was no use. The doctors started me on steriods to help his lungs mature, then my water broke." Olivia couldn't stop the tears as they streamed down her face in uncontrolable rivers. Oh my God, something was wrong with her baby! "When he was born, he lived for about six hours before his little heart gave out." Olivia couldn't stop the sobs that she had been suppressing. OMFG! That's so sad! Poor Olivia.