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All or Nothing

"Hold the door please," Olivia yelled out as she ran for the precinct's elevator.

A man with a black leather coat, unmanaged hair, and three cameras wrapped around his neck, held the door open as Olivia piled into the small compartment with her hands full and a baby Ella strapped around the front part of her body.

"Let me help you."

The man grabbed one of Olivia's many bags and peeked at the small baby hanging from Olivia's chest. She blinked and made noises while sucking on one of her fists.

"Cute baby," said the man as he smiled.

"Thank you. Can you press the fourth floor button please?"

"Already done," said the man as he smiled at Ella.

Ella was wide-awake and stoically starring at all of the color passing by her big blue eyes. She'd just started to hold her head up on her own, and Olivia loved to watch her capture the world with excited curiosity. With her father's eyes and her mother's pouty lips she would make the most adorable reactions. They would usually start out with a hint of mischievous intelligence and end with a wide toothless open-mouthed smile followed up by squeals, drool, and leg kicking. Her face was much like a porcelain doll's; full cheeks, long black lashes framing her bright round eyes, a button nose, and wisps of thick light brown hair neatly falling into place on her head. The Brangelina baby had nothing on Ella. Everybody complimented her beauty

"What's your baby's name," asked the man.

"Ella," Olivia answered as she tickled the bottom of Ella's swinging feet.

"Would you mind if I took a picture?"

"Um, well, yes. Who do you work for?"

The man was so involved in making faces at Ella's bouncing smile that he almost jumped when she asked. "Oh, Oh yes, sure, sorry. I work for an advertising agency. We specialize in ad's with children and babies. Rick Schumann."

Rick handed Olivia one of his cards and shook his hand with her one free hand.

"Nice to meet you. Olivia Benson. So why are you going to the fourth floor, Rick?"

Rick's smile faded. "Ah, you've been to the fourth floor then. I'm not a kiddy porn photographer if that's what you're getting at. I'm reporting an incident. And you?"

"I'm the one who will be taking your incident."

The elevator dinged open and Olivia walked towards the office followed by the bumbling photographer.

"OH, you're a detective," Rick laughed. "God, for a moment there I thought you were a beautiful abused, homeless woman."

Olivia looked at him funny and lifted a brow at his comment.

"You know, cause of the bags. Not because you look homeless or even battered. And you don't smell. Ok, I'm a moron. Can we start over? I'm not an ass- I mean, I'm not a jerk. Sorry Ella."

Olivia started to laugh. "I suppose I could look homeless. I do have most of my life in these bags."

"Obviously, you were on maternity leave. You'll have to forgive me I'm not on a full cup of coffee this morning."

Olivia walked in the room and looked at her empty desk. It was right where she had left it. She dropped her bags and brief cases on the top and sat in her chair.

"Rick, there's coffee in that corner over there. Why don't you get some and we'll talk."

"Sure, sure."

Rick started to leave and then stopped. He twisted around in an arm-flailing manner and dropped the bags that he held for Olivia on the desk gently. "Those are yours, " he whispered.

Olivia sat at her desk and lightly touched the top of it. The feeling to be back at work was more than she could handle. If there hadn't been people in the room with her she may have kissed the wood. "This is where mama works, pumpkin cheeks, " she cooed to Ella.

Ella placed her two hands on the top of the desk and mashed her palms onto it. Then without a second of pause or contemplation she grabbed the nearby mouse pad and jammed it into her mouth.

"Ohp, no, baby girl. That's yucky," Olivia cried as she grabbed the black pad from her hands. Ella immediately threw a fit.

"Hey, I thought I heard you," Don said as he entered the room from his office. "What's the matter button nose, did mommy forget your binky?"

"Yes, mommy did. I couldn't grab the diaper bag with all the other things that needed to be brought up here."

Don stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag of baby carrots. "Here, have one of these."

Ella grabbed the carrot and sucked back her dramatic tears.

"Don, I don't even want to know why you have a bag of carrots in your pocket."

"They're good for yeah," he winked. "Give me your keys I'll go get the diaper bag."

Olivia threw the pile of metal at him as Rick rounded the corner. She then dug into one of her bags and took out her trusty pen and pad.

"Ok, Ricky, go to that room behind you and we'll talk."

The three of them headed for the meeting room and Rick undid one of his digital cameras. "I want you take a look at these photos."

The little girl in the shots had bruises all over her arms and legs and her face had one black eye.

"Who is this little girl?"

"She's the actress and model for Welch's Grape juice. I've been working with her for a year now and every time she comes in she has new bruises. This was the worst. Dad says she falls a lot, but something tells me that's fiction."

Olivia sighed and nodded. "Can I get a copy of these photos?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna ask that you keep me anonymous. I wasn't supposed to take those photos. I could be sued and fired in a heart beat if anyone found out."

"Sure, we can leave you out of it. I'll just need you to give me their info and we'll take a look into it."

SCENE

Munch opened a pastrami sandwich on his desk while Fin sifted through some paper work. "What is the deal with advertisements hanging from the back of airplanes? We're in the middle of an oil war and we got Geico paying millions of dollars to have a jet waste our fuel and destroy our air, and for what, car insurance? If I had a car and Geico was my carrier-"

"Yes, I know, you'd give them a piece of your mind and dump them like the sorry soul killers they are."

"You can't tell me that the whole thing isn't disgusting and ridiculous. I'm so tired of the all or nothing attitude. You have one group of people fighting to change the CO2 patterns by replacing light bulbs and driving hybrids, while the other group of people use an endless supply of wasteful materials because they're rich, happy, and they don't care."

"How do you know they don't care?"

Munch dropped his sandwich. "Have you talked to any of them? Guy says to me the other day. 'Ah, why should I change? The way people are reproducing, just breathing is going to cause global warming, so I'm going to live my life the way I want to.' This is what the SUV driving suit tells me at the bar. So I asked him if he had kids."

"What'd he say to that?"

"He has five."

Fin made a tiffed sound through his teeth and looked at the empty desk next to him. "Hey, what's Liv's stuff doing on that desk?"

Munch talked through the wade of sandwich in his mouth. "She's coming back, didn't you hear?"

"Nobody told me. Where's Elliot going?"

"He's staying here."

Fin squinted his eyes. "How's that working out?"

"Don't ask. Don't tell."

"Thanks Rick," Olivia said as she headed for her desk.

Olivia was now holding Ella and when she turned around Rick took a couple shot of her and the baby. "She's a cute one. I will see you two at…what time was it again?"

"Five o'clock. I really appreciate this. With all the other things going on I didn't even think about hiring a photographer."

"Detective, I am yours for the evening. See you then," Rick said as he left the office.

"What, are you putting her to work already," Fin mocked.

"You two ready for tonight," Olivia asked with a blushing grin.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Munch replied as he wiped his face.

"Yeah, shouldn't you be doing your hair or something? Not only have I just been informed of your always-welcomed return, but here you are working. You don't stop do you Benson?"

"What can I say Fin, I'm a machine. And you're right. I gotta jet, so here's a nice little present for you," she handed them the new case and kissed them on the cheeks.

Munch turned red at her touch.

Fin gave her a saucy look and moved his eyebrows up and down. " I'm liking mommy Benson. Do I get a smack if I'm bad?"

Olivia shook her head and turned with a flip of her hair. "You're gonna get a punch if you keep that up."

"Oh, she's still got her flare," Munch smirked.

"I'll see you later boys."

SCENE

"Kathleen, if you don't stop and pick up the cake it's not going to get done," Elliot loudly replied into his phone.

He drove up to the tailor shop and put his blinkers on.

"You're hair will be fine. I've got a million errands to run."

He walked into the store and placed his receipt on the counter. "Stabler. Kathleen, I don't have time for this. Let Elizabeth watch Benson and take a cab to the bakery. I will pay you back. Ok, I'm hanging up. Bye."

Elliot thanked the little Asian man behind the counter and quickly grabbed his purple suit.

He ran to his car and took out the long list of things Olivia wrote out for him to do last week. He wished he hadn't procrastinated until now. Olivia's neat handwriting went all the way down the page and he was only three items into it. At the bottom it read. "Don't wait to the last minute. I love you. O"

"Yeah, I'm a dick."

SCENE

"No, Casey, I have not had time to think about underwear," Olivia grumbled.

She held the cell to her ear as she waited in the dress shop breast feeding and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Well, as of this minute it looks like underwear is all I'm going to be in. No, I don't need you to bitch slap anyone. "

"Ms. Benson," said the young girl behind the desk. "It seems as though your dress never got sent to us."

"What?" Olivia dropped the phone from her ear and angrily got up in the girls face. "But I called a week ago. They said it was here and ready."

Casey's voice could be heard from the ground. "What the hell's going on? Liv, I'm coming down there."

Meekly the girl turned red and bit her lip. "I don't know who you talked to, but they must have gotten your order mixed up. We've double checked everything in the back."

Casey yelled from the floor. "Oh that's helpful. Who the fuck hired this girl? Liv, let me talk to her."

Olivia bent over and picked up the phone. "Casey, I'll call you back."

She flipped the phone closed and pushed back her hair. Ella grabbed onto the stands and yanked hard. "Ow, god damn-it." Olivia's breast feeding blanket fell to the ground along with her purse and cell phone as she juggled the baby and her long hair away from each other.

The sales girl scrunched her face and almost started to cry "We could get you a dress from the window."

Olivia looked around the room at the puffy sleeved nightmares hanging in the shop. Ella had stopped eating and Olivia stood in shock and frustration. Her hair was a mess, her boob was amiss, and her mind was cloudy.

Getting unofficially married was a bitch.

AN: I've been there---sans baby. Weddings are a bitch! Don't have a wedding unless you can afford a planner. IT'S INSANE!!! And I hate my family. That's the second reason why you should stay away from weddings. Just take the large amount of money you would spend on a ridiculous wedding and go to an exotic paradise with a few close family and friends. Then take what's left over and buy yourself a condo and or home. I live in a big city- so condo's is it! But I'm telling you- that's the best piece of advice you'll ever receive! R&R!!!!