A/N: Hey guys, I only got three reviews on the last chapter which is okay because it sucked. But in my opinion this chapter is pretty good so I hope you guys can review, it would make me really happy. I've had kind of a bad week…

Also, I'm going to attempt to add some Spanish slang in this chapter, and I'm just warning you I might get some words wrong. I am in Spanish 4 but that doesn't mean I'm fluent yet!

The translations to the words are at the end if you want to scroll down and check while you're reading!

Okay, awesome. Love you all & here is goes –

XXX Kate XXX

"That was Cragen," Olivia announced, depositing her cell phone back into her pocket.

Elliot glanced up from zipping up Natalie's bright pink snow suit, "What did he say?"

"Wants us to come down and question Torrez and the father," she huffed, shaking her head.

"Well what about Munch and Fin? Did you tell him we were headed to the park?" Elliot asked looking at the children who were already geared up and waiting.

Olivia shook her head again, "He wants us there. Looks like our outing will have to wait…"

"So are we taking the kids down to the station with us then?"

"Yeah, Cragen is going to watch them until were done," she clarified, "I'm so sorry guys," she said looking towards the three dejected faces on the couch.

"It's okay Olivia, don't worry about us, we know you have a job," Charlotte said worriedly, her face warped in fear of being ripped away from this home and being separated from her younger siblings.

Elliot and Olivia shared a glance. It was painful how old this six year old sounded.

Olivia bent down to face all three children, she placed her hands on Charlotte's, "I pinky promise that first thing in the morning we will go play in that snow, okay?"

She smiled sadly when all she got in response were three halfhearted nods. They didn't expect anything. They were used to god knows what kind of terrible treatment and they expected nothing less of anyone else.

Natalie suddenly reached her chubby hands out towards Olivia and gestured for her to pick her up.

Charlotte slapped her hands down lightly, "No, Natalie," she whispered sternly.

Olivia frowned, "No, it's okay," she said gently reaching out for Natalie. Natalie allowed herself to be picked up and then quickly nestled her head into Olivia's neck.

Olivia wrapped her arms around the small girl and rubbed her back soothingly. "It's okay baby," she cooed. The little girl was shaking, her blonde head quivering underneath Olivia's hand.

Noah gestured for Elliot. Elliot bent down close to the boy's ear, "Can we stay forever?" he whispered. Charlotte had heard her brother's request.

"Is that what you two want?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded vigorously and without hesitance.

"I want to be with you and Owivia," Noah confirmed, sticking his thumb shyly into her mouth.

"Then we'll make it happen," Elliot promised, looking up at Olivia who looked so natural rocking Natalie in her arms.

…

Elliot and Olivia entered the squad room twenty minutes later with a mission. Cragen met them by their desks as they entered. Olivia detached a clinging Natalie onto the swivel chair and Noah and Charlotte kept a tight grip on both of Elliot's hands.

"Okay, they all just ate so they should be fine until around six if we aren't out by then, I brought some books for them to read and some coloring pages and crayons," she said piling the stuff from her bag onto the table, "I don't know if that will occupy them but they are pretty quiet kids, so they should be fine," she paused, "Listen, Nat hasn't spoken since the hospital, so don't count on it, Noah doesn't talk much either, but Charlotte will advocate for them, won't you Char?" she asked glancing down towards the little girl.

Charlotte smiled shyly and nodded. Elliot and Cragen shared a knowing smile as well, silently amused at how much of a mom Olivia was acting like already.

"So you got all that?" Olivia snapped when Cragen didn't respond right away.

"Yeah Liv, I got it. I've taken care of little ones before," he assured her.

"Sorry, I know, Cap," she closed her eyes for a moment, "Okay so I guess we'll be back as soon as were finished, you'll know where we'll be," she said reluctantly, eyeing the three children.

She didn't want to leave them so soon.

Elliot grabbed her hand and squeezed, "Come on Liv, we won't be gone long," he whispered so only she could hear, "Let's go do what were good at," she smiled and lead her down towards the interrogation rooms.

Elliot and Olivia didn't even have to discuss their strategy as they entered Torrez's room. Their communication had advanced to merely eye contact, silent looks, and gestures. They knew each other so well that they could understand a message through a slight raise of the eye brow.

They exchanged a look of support and then headed in.

Torrez had his head down but with the sudden disturbance he lifted it. His eyes glowered in recognition and a devious smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, so if it isn't the love birds," he sneered, "You are just the two I've been waiting for."

"Good," Olivia said cooly, "Now you can tell us what you were doing with Jenny Fort and her children."

"It isn't like what you menso detectives seem to think," she replied nonchalantly, rolling his eyes.

"Oh?" Elliot chimed in, "Then tell us what it is like," he said taking a seat across from the perp.

Torrez stared Elliot down, "I've got nothing to hide," he said, "I'm not the bad guy here."

"Oh right, we are," Olivia laughed sarcastically.

"That's not what I'm sayin' chica," he spat dryly.

"What are you saying Torrez, who's the bad guy? We need to know if were cuffing the wrong guy," Elliot explained, urging him to keep talking.

Torrez let out a huge breath of air and crossed him arms over his chest as if they were wasting his time.

"Look, that bitch and her kids were mine, fair and square," he leered towards Olivia.

Olivia glared back, "What do you mean?"

Torrez ignored the question and continued to stare Olivia up and down, "My you're a feisty one, that's how I like it, chaca chaca" he licked his lips tastily.

"Back to the question Torrez," Elliot growled.

"You're a lucky hombre detective, I bet she's rough in bed," she continued. "Boy, how I wouldn't love to" –

Elliot reached over and in one foul swoop had his fingers wrapped tightly around his neck.

"You better watch it, hombre," he fumed.

"Elliot, stop," Olivia said alarmed as he watched Elliot's knuckles turn white with rage.

Elliot let Torrez go reluctantly and he fell back into his chair. After he found his breath he laughed, still clutching his neck protectively.

"Hm jealous type, huh? I would be too, you got yourself a fine piece of culo, nice chichis too" he laughed.

It took all of Elliot's strength not to pounce on the guy again, "Answer detective Benson's question Torrez, why do you think you owned the children and Mrs. Fort?"

"Because I do," he scoffed, "I don't think, I know," he clarified.

"We never found any paper work supporting that," Olivia said.

He laughed again, "You wouldn't. It was an under the table deal."

"With who?" Elliot asked.

"The deal was between Gram Fort and me. He owed me big time. I sold him…some stuff…he couldn't pay and so he offered me his family – and let me tell you, he still owes me big, that cabrón!"

A/N

These could be wrong but…

chaca chaca – 'to have sex; a quickie'

menso – idiot

culo – ass

chichis – breasts

cabrón – bastard

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