This story came to me while I was listening to the song Me And Emily by Rachel Proctor. What if Olivia had been married and had a child before SVU? Why did she come to the squad?

This story is for Dez and Paige for always pinging me! Ya'll rock, peeps!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine... at least that's what the men in the white coats with needles keep tellin' me... I do own Emily Benson.

Olivia Benson stared at the winding road in front of her, the pattering of the rain against the windshield and the whishing of the windshield wipers moving in time with each other. Looking in the review mirror, she smiled at the child asleep in the backseat.

Floorboard is filled with baby toys and

Empty coke bottles and coffee cups

Driving through the rain with no radio

Tryin' not to wake her up

Glancing at the cellphone resting on the seat beside her, she sighed as it flashed the words LOW BATTERY.

Come on, she prayed. Just a little longer. There's gotta be a hotel somewhere. Something.

Cell phone says low battery

God what if I break down?

I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lot of lights

In a safe little interstate town

Just a cheap hotel

With a single bed

And cable T.V.

Is good enough for me and Emily

Olivia glanced down at the steering wheel, and the glint of the ring resting on her left hand seemed to mock her. When she had first met Mark, he had seemed like the perfect gentlemen. She had fallen for him quickly, and all of her friends agreed that they were the perfect couple. She had thought so, too. Until after they had gotten engaged. He had come home one night...

Olivia was dancing around the house, tyding up as she sang along with the radio. Mark would be home soon, and she wanted to have the house clean for him.

The first notes of a very familiar song strained through the speakers, and Olivia sang along.

Three thirty in the morning

Not a soul in sight

The city's looking like a ghost town

On a moonless summer night

Raindrops on the windshield

There's a storm moving in

He's heading back from somewhere

That he never should have been

She was so involved in the song that she didn't hear the tumblers in the lock of the door, or the unmistakable sound of feet stumbling.

She jumped when she felt the hot breath on her neck, the hands that found her hips.

"Hi, baby," Olivia greeted her fiance."How was your day?"

The thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes

Another love grows cold on this heatless night

As the storm blows on out of control

Deep in her heart, the thunder rolled

She had started to speak again when he slapped her across the face.

"You slut!" he slurred, raising his hand to hit her again.

After the second blow, he had stumbled out of the house, leaving Olivia dazed and confused.

The next day, he had brought her roses and apologized profousely, saying that he had made a mistake, that it wouldn't happen again. And it hadn't, until...

Six months had passed since their wedding. And tonight was the night that Olivia was going to tell Mark something that would change their lives forever.

"Mark, I have something to tell you," Olivia said softly.

"I'm pregnant."

Olivia looked at her reflection in the review mirror, at the tiny scar just above her eyebrow. He had hit her with the back of his hand, his wedding ring leaving a small scar that served as a reminder of what he was capable of.

Someday when she's old enough

She's gonna start askin' questions about him

Some kid at school brings his dad for show and tell

And it gets her little mind to wondering

"Where's my daddy? Do I have one?

Does he not love me like you do?"

Maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us

And I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth

Even after that incident, she had stayed with him, her delusions convincing her that, like before, it had simply been a misunderstanding. But, shortly after Emily was born, the beatings had become more frequent, more violent.

But the final straw had happened the day before. Mark had come home, drunk, and Emily had wandered into the living room.

"Mark, please don't do this," Olivia begged, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He had slapped it away, shoving her against the wall. The back of his hand connected with her cheek, and Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, determined not to cry out.

"I'll teach you to have this house spotless when I get here," Mark growled, using his elbow to keep her pinned against the wall.

"Mommy?" Olivia heard Emily's small voice call.

Olivia watched in horror as Mark's glazed eyes moved to stare at their five year old daughter.

Suddenly she felt him release her and she watched as he stumbled toward Emily.

"Hi, baby, come give daddy a hug," he slurred, scooping Emily up in his arms and cradling her awkwardly.

"See, Olivia, you'll learn to be a good wife. Em's counting on you," he slurred, squeezing Emily slightly before setting her on the ground. He smiled evilly before stumbling out of the house, leaving Olivia shivering and clinging to her daughter.

Will it break her heart?

Will she understand

That I had to leave

That's what was best for me and Emily

Olivia had packed a suitcase with clothes for her and Emily, and then they had left. It had been bad enough that he had hurt her, but in that second that she thought he would hurt Emily, there had been no going back.

The house was never clean enough

His dinner never warm enough

Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy

So I guess he gave me what he thought I deserved

But it would kill me if he ever

Raised his hand to her

Staring in the review mirror at the sleeping form in the backseat, Olivia smiled. At a pay phone some fifteen hundred miles back, she had made a phone call to an old friend, Donald Cragen. After she explained her situation, he had offered her a job at his precinct, which she had gladly accepted.

Now if I can just make it there, she thought worriedly.

Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield and I

Feel like they're laughing at me

Finally the storm is lettin' up

And the morning is breakin' free

Finally, much to her relief, the rain began to ease, and in the distance she could see the pinks and reds of the rising sun streaking across the sky. Spotting a turnoff for a rest stop, Olivia quickly took it. As she pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel, she stopped the car and turned in her seat, looking at her angel.

It's a brand new day

It's a second chance

Yesterday is just a memory

For me and Emily

Climbing out of the car, Olivia opened the backseat door and gently scooped Emily up in her arms. Smiling at the precious bundle in her arms, Olivia looked up at the sky. With tears in her eyes, she realized that they were finally safe.

Floorboard is filled with baby toys and

Empty coke bottles and coffee cups

"Mommy?" Emily called sleepily.

Olivia kissed her forehead and walked to the lobby of the hotel.

Least there's one good thing that he gave me

And she's starting to wake up

THE END

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