AN: Alright, kids, here's Chapter 2. I was sorta saddened that Chapter 1 didn't get reviewed. I really enjoy getting reviews and opinions. Sometimes, they help give me new ideas.

As usual, please read and review.

6:00am, Randy and Monica's Apartment

The sound of the shower woke Randy from a rather deep sleep. Habitually, he took the pillow out from under his head and put it over his eyes; he and Monica never woke up before 10am on the weekends and the sudden sun coming through the blinds of their bedroom door wall brought on both and instant bad mood and temporary blindness. He was startled, however, when he opened his eyes and found himself in darkness, the only light being the headlights of a car in the complex.

In his sleepy mind, Randy slowly began putting things together. His first realization: Monica wasn't beside him in bed. Secondly, it was 6:15 on a Saturday morning. Before another realization could take place, Randy realized that he had to pee. Badly. He quickly threw off the comforter and wandered to the bathroom, where Monica was applying lotion to her naked body. He pressed a kiss into the side of her head, lifted up the toilet seat, and took care of business. Monica, finished with her lotion, pressed herself against his back and kissed his shoulder. "Morning sweetheart," she mumbled exhaustion evident in her voice.

Randy flushed the toilet and turned to her. "Morning baby and baby," he said, gently kissing the top of her head and rubbing her pregnant belly. "What are you two doing up so early?"

Monica broke out of her fiancé's grip and began to run a comb through her wet hair. "You're not gonna believe it…"

"Try me," he said, taking a seat on their bed as Monica bent over to plug in her blow-dryer.

"Can I tell you when my hair is dry?"

"Sure, Mon. " Randy fell back into bed and was sound asleep again in minutes, lulled to sleep by Monica's hairdryer and morning noises.

45 minutes later

"Sweetheart. Sweetheart?" Monica bent over her fiancé, trying to wake him. All he did was grunt and roll over, though. Monica stood there a second longer, staring at the man she loved. He would be furious with her that she hadn't told him what happened. He would beg her not to go, and she would probably give in to it after awhile. On the other hand, though, she needed to be there. She needed to talk with Allison and find out if she would need to find a new agent to show the houses. She needed to talk to the detectives and see if she could give them any help or if they needed anything from her. She needed to continue being Warren's right-hand girl; he never left her side when the going got tough and she had no excuse to treat him that way.

Monica sighed, knowing the decision had already been made for her. She planted a kissed into the back of Randy's head and made sure that the clock radio was set for 10:30am. She gathered up the pile of her work clothes and a suit (in case she had to show a house), and closed the bedroom door behind her. She picked up her keys and bag, closing the front door as quietly as she could.

Mercy Hospital, 7:30am

Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler were never quite themselves until after their first cup of coffee. Even if they had been up for the entire night working a case or interrogating a perp, around 7:30 they needed their second wind. A good cup of coffee usually did it.

They had been nursing large regulars outside of the hospital, trying to use the coffee and the cold air to wake themselves up when they heard a voice calling their names. They turned to see a young woman, about 24, walking toward them.

"Detective Stabler? Detective Benson?"

"I'm Detective Stabler. This is Detective Benson," Elliot responded, indicating to himself and Olivia. The woman quickly caught up with them, put her coffee mug in her left hand, and extended her right one forward.

"I'm Monica Alexson, the foreman for Willow Hills. We met last night," Monica said, trying to jog their memories.

"Oh, right. Good morning, Monica. Olivia Benson, meet Monica Alexson. She works at the crime scene."

Olivia smiled. "I know who she is. The last time I saw you, wow, you were only ten or eleven."

Monica's jaw dropped, "Oh my God, Miss. Olivia. Wow, I thought I'd never see you again!"

The two women laughed and immediately hugged each other tightly. Elliot stood off to the side, confused. "Olivia, uh, what's going on?"

"Elliot, I used to babysit her. We lived in the same apartment building. Monica, how's your mom doing? I still remember how she would have me to dinner if my mom was drunk."

Monica's eyes filled with tears. "Mom died, Olivia. Six years ago."

Olivia gasped, "I'm so sorry, Mon."

"It's alright. Olivia, I would love to catch up with you and introduce you to my fiancé. Would you like to have dinner sometime? You could bring Elliot." Monica said with a sneaky smile.

Olivia chuckled, "I'd love to Monica."

Monica and Olivia quickly became all business again. "So, has the rape kit come back yet? Is Allison going to be alright?" Monica asked.

"Since you aren't her next of kin, we really can't share those results with you," Elliot explained. Monica nodded. "However, we can say that she'll still be in the hospital for today, at least. She was really beat up in addition to being raped."

Monica nodded, with a sad smile on her face. "Is she up to visitors?"

"No, she asked us to not let visitors in. She's embarrassed and scared," Olivia responded.

Monica nodded. "Well, Warren's probably already ahead of me on the flower situation. Thanks a lot, guys. Warren and I will be at Willow Hills today if you need us." She shook hands with Elliot and Olivia once more and began walking back to her car.

Elliot turned to Olivia, incredulous. "You babysat as a teenager? Seriously????"

"Stranger things have happened, El. Stranger things have happened."

"I may spend the rest of my life trying to name one."

75892 Willow Hill, 11:30am

Warren had called all the agents he knew, many of them twice. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't track down an agent who could show the model house today. With a sigh, he shut his cell phone and wandered out to the kitchen, where Monica sat, perched on a stool at the counter. "Really? Alright, thank you. Hey, while I've got you on the line, do you know of anyone who could tomorrow? Seriously? Awesome, that's great. Would you mind passing on my e-mail address? Sure, it's Wow, thanks, you're awesome! Bye."

Monica looked up at Warren with a smile. "We may have someone for tomorrow. Cassie Williams said she'd pass on my e-mail address."

"What about today though? I got nothing."

Monica sighed. "Me neither. And, today we actually have a few appointments. I almost called Matthew over at Madison Valley, but I checked the appointment book for that site, and he's booked this afternoon too. Warren, what should we do?"

Warren was thoughtful for a minute. "Did you bring a nice suit with you?"

"Yep, it's out in the Volks."

"Perfect. Go out and get it. You're going to be the real estate agent today."

Monica's jaw dropped. Although she had planned ahead and brought a suit with her, she hadn't expected that she would use it. "Warren, are you positive you don't want to do it? It's your company, after all."

"Look at the two us. Who do you think people would believe is the real estate agent?"

Monica laughed; Warren had a good point. They walked out the front door of the house and toward Monica's Touareg. "What are you going to do with yourself today, Warren?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Warren responded, reaching into the cab of the F-250. "I'm gonna find out if this construction crew is as oblivious as you claim."

The thought of that made Monica smile. "You'll need me in a half hour," she mumbled as she made a grab for her high heels.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, never mind," Monica said with a giggle.

75892 Willow Hill, 2:30pm

"I think this house would be perfect for your growing family, Mr. and Mrs. Patterson," Monica said with a smile. "There's plenty of room for your children and belongings and you could do a ton of things with the basement."

Adam Patterson returned her smile. "Do you have any floor plans we could take with us?"

"Sure," said Monica, putting together a packet of information. "We also have another site with other models available on it, located at Pike and Randoplh, if you're interested."

Briana Patterson nodded. "Thanks, Monica. We really appreciate it."

"No problem. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call."

The Pattersons left the house and Monica sat down at the desk. Over the past two and a half hours, Monica had realized that she'd much rather be a foreman then an agent, any day of the week. She kicked off the high heels her feet were unaccustomed to, sat Indian-style in the office chair, and logged on to check her e-mail. She had one new e-mail, from Cassie Williams. The news was unfortunate, though, and Monica began to mentally prepare herself for having to show a house again. Her cell phone rang and Monica, raced to it, grateful for the distraction. "Hello."

She listened for a few minutes, and then said, "Alright, I'll see you in 10. Yep, thanks for calling. Uh-huh. Bye."

As soon as she hung up, she hit speed dial #2. "Warren, can you come in the house for a few minutes? The detectives have a few questions for us."

15 minutes later

"The results from the rape kit are back," Elliot began.

Monica and Warren exchanged a look, struggling to decide if they should be happy or maintain their serious expressions. Olivia picked up on this and said, "It's mixed news, guys. Do you want the good news or bad new first?"

"Good news."

"Okay, the good news is, we were able to get some DNA from the rape kit. When we ran it in the system, we came back with a match."

"So, this means you can catch the person, right," Warren said, sounding genuinely pleased.

"Yes, but….." The sound of Olivia's ring tone cut Elliot off.

Hehe, cliffie.