A/N: Sorry for not updating last week! I was extremely busy! I lost a little motivation as well.

So many people added this to their favorites or alerts but didn't review…it made me sad: (

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I'm going to be in California again next week so might update earlier or later depending on how many reviews I get! :D

OK, here it goes.

XXX Kate XXX

"Hi sweetie, I'm Olivia, I'm a police officer," Olivia said gently, sitting on a chair beside the bed.

The girl didn't even look over. Her eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling.

"I'm here to find out what happened to you. Can you tell me your name?" she asked softly.

Nothing.

"I just am here to help you honey, everything is going to be okay now," she said.

"Where's Noah and Natalie?" she finally asked. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Are they your brother and sister?" Olivia asked.

The girl nodded. "Are they okay?" she asked.

"Yes. They are okay. Your brother is in surgery now and your sister is in pediatrics, where they take care of babies...how old are you sweetie?" she smiled.

The girl finally looked over, "six."

Olivia nodded, "Can you tell me what happened to you?"

The girl ignored the question, "I need Noah and Natalie. I promised my mom I would take care of them," she said her eyes filling with tears.

Olivia sighed, "I see. Well, they are being taken care of, I promise. You need to be taken care of too honey. What's your name?"

"Charlotte," she whispered.

"Okay Charlotte, can you tell me how you ended up with the man Felix?" she asked gently.

"We have to call him Papi...he's our new daddy," she said, a tear slipping down her porcelain cheek.

Olivia Benson was extremely frustrated. As she sat observing the youngest girl – not even three years old – hooked up to a million tubes and fidgeting helplessly in her sleep, Olivia was beginning to feel increasingly angrier. These children were precious, they were innocent, and the team was at a dead end. All they knew about the case was that Jenny Fort was these children's mother, Felix Torrez had raped Jenny and her two daughters, beaten the boy, and the children's father was nowhere to be found. Torrez wasn't cracking and wouldn't spill any details about how he had obtained Jenny and her children. There were no more leads and Olivia wanted to punch something.

Natalie Fort was adorable – her cheeks were full and rosy, her skin china white, and her hair was an almost translucent blonde. She looked like a doll. She's just a baby, Olivia thought. Only a sicko would do this to a baby!

She was fuming. Olivia was furious. She was just about to get up and leave the room when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Then two – one rough hand on each of her trembling shoulders.

"How is she?" came a familiar voice. She didn't even need to turn around; it was Elliot – just when she needed him.

"Natalie will be fine," she whispered without turning moving.

"She's so small," Elliot commented.

Olivia paused, "This is awful," she choked, trying to hold back tears.

"I know Liv…but this is a case and we can't bring emotions into it, you know that," he said comfortingly.

"But it's hard not too, look at her face, Elliot; I've never seen such an innocent, angelic face."

Elliot was silent for a few moments. He came around and sat on a chair in front of Olivia.

"We have to find their father," Elliot said finally.

"If they have one…what if they are all alone?" Olivia asked.

"Then we make them comfortable in foster care," Elliot said reluctantly.

"They won't be able to stay together…"

"I know," Elliot sighed.

"If they have a father, why isn't he looking for them?" Olivia said angrily.

"That's what we have to try and find out. I have Fin and Munch hounding Torrez back at the station, hopefully they can get some sort of information out of him," Elliot said hopefully.

"I just don't understand how someone could just throw away their kids like this…"

"Liv, we can't assume that, we don't know anything about the father. We don't even know if he was in the children's life to begin with…if he even knows they are missing, or maybe he is looking for them….we just don't know."

"I just have a gut feeling about him Elliot…he knows," she said quietly.

"Liv, first thing we learned about being detectives…don't assume."

"I know," Olivia said guiltily. She sniffed and put her face in her hands.

"Liv," Elliot reached over and tipped her chin up to look at him, "what is it about this case?"

"Honestly, I don't know…nothing," Olivia said dismissing it with a wave of her hand.

"Something's wrong. Tell me what," he pushed.

"I don't know Elliot…you just got me thinking…I just want a family, so badly…and it's just not ever gonna happen," she said hopelessly.

Elliot's heart broke for her. He thought about what and who he would be without his kids…all alone in this world…he would do anything in order for Olivia not to have to feel that way.

He took her hands in his. "Olivia Benson, you deserve a beautiful and happy life and if there is a God in this world – and I'm certain there is – that life is going to happen for you, I will make sure of it," he said confidently.

"You can't make sure of it Elliot, how could you?"

"I will, I promise. I'm always going to be there for you, you're my best friend," he said honestly.

She smiled up into his bright blue eyes. God, she is breathtakingly gorgeous Elliot thought. He wished he could just kiss her.

"I love you Elliot," she said. "Always have, always will."

"I love you too Olivia."

She then scooted from her seat onto Elliot lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed him to steady her, to hold her up, to comfort her. Olivia needed Elliot.

Elliot held her, and he held her tight. Because in truth, Elliot needed Olivia too.

A cough interrupted the moment. "Momma?" asked a small voice behind the embracing couple.

Olivia jumped, startled and rushed towards the little girl's bed.

"No, honey, I'm Olivia, a police officer," she clarified.

The little blue eyes just stared and blinked – she looked absolutely terrified and Olivia wanted nothing more than to scoop her up, hold her, and never let go.

"You're safe now Natalie, okay sweetie?" she assured her, taking her small pink hand in her own.

Natalie nodded hesitantly and cowered at the sight of Elliot behind Olivia.

"Oh," Olivia said noticing her fear, "This is my friend Elliot, he's a police officer too, and he has a little boy about your age."

"Hi Natalie, how are you feeling?" Elliot asked softly.

She rubbed her eyes indicating that she was tired.

"Are you sleepy Natalie?" Olivia asked.

The little girl nodded.

"Does anything hurt?" she asked.

The little girl nodded again.

"What?"

She pointed down and Olivia understood – her blood boiled at the thought.

"You're never going to hurt down there again, okay? I promise."

The little girl shut her eyes tight and her little body shook with panic.

Olivia smoothed back her hair, "It's going to be okay now."

The little girl grabbed Olivia's arm and clung to it. Olivia pulled her into her arms, careful not to pull any of her tubing. The little girl needed comfort and this was the only thing she could think to do.