She looked over at Fin. It'd been 2 months since she told them about Trevor being Noah's father. The other's seem to have gotten over it and accepted it, but not Fin. He had blatantly ignored her every chance he got. Half the time he wouldn't even look at her. If they were discussing a case, he would probably say two words to her if she got lucky.

They surpassed another day. Nick had gotten the chance to take Zara and Gil to the movies and Amanda was in Atlanta at the moment. So it was just Fin and Olivia there coincidently. Fin was trying his hardest to avoid her glances.

"Fin," She said softly. "Can we talk?"

He ignored her. He wasn't interested in talking, especially with her. He felt betrayed and hurt that she kept something like that from him. He knew it was childish to give her the cold shoulder but at this point, he could give a damn.

"Wow. When'd you suddenly go deaf?"

"I hear you," He said without looking at her. "I'm just choosing to ignore you."

She scoffed. "And you think that's the mature way to handle this?"

He just shrugged.

She squeezed the bridge of her nose. "You know what, don't talk to me. But you're going to listen whether you like it or not. Now, I don't know how many goddamn times I have to apologize for this but I'm sorry Fin, ok? I didn't realize it'd hurt you so much and make you this angry. I thought we were going to handle this like mature fucking adults but I was clearly wrong."

His eyes dart her way as he slammed his pen down on his desk, clearly upset about what she had just said. "You don't get it, do you? I'm not angry about you and Trevor together. I know I don't like the guy but that has nothing to do with you. I'm pissed because you never told me. I get it, you keep your private life private and with this job, I don't blame you. But what has 13 years of friendship meant to you?"

"It's meant a lot."

"Couldn't have fooled me. That's not something you usually hide from a friend."

"I wasn't hiding it, I just wasn't ready to tell everyone. I was afraid you'd act like this. And since Trevor's working us, I thought it'd be a conflict of interest."

"I could give a damn about conflict of interest. The point is you lied to me for four years. You could've easily told me from the start but you didn't. That's what I'm angry about."

"You and Elliot wouldn't have liked it no way, whether I told you or not."

"You damn right we wouldn't."

"So you wouldn't have cared if I was happy or not. You don't see me getting into a pissing match over you and Melinda."

"Because that's none of your business and she has nothing to do with this. She's not the one who was fucking and then got knocked up by an attorney and then lied about her child's father."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Knocked up? Is that what you see me as...a fucking whore who just opens her legs for anyone?" She stood up and snatched her purse. "Some friend."

Trevor was in his apartment the next morning getting ready to go to the courthouse for a hearing. His thoughts were running over how hurt Olivia was last night. She basically cried herself to sleep over what Fin had said to her. He didn't realize that what he said to her had really hit her that hard. Trevor hadn't really known the squad but knew them well enough to know their actions. He wanted nothing more than to beat the living hell out of him, but knew that'd only make matters worse.

Then his mind drifted off to his current job. Through the years, he'd always thought that being an SVU detective was all about babying the victims. He's been there for two months and it was hell. He learned that even as an A.D.A, the victims still cling. Mainly the cases involving children. By the end of the day, he had always thought about Noah and he knew she did too. He couldn't wait until Barba came back so he could leave SVU in his tracks.

When he did leave, he thought about going into Stockbroking since he'd already taken and passed a class in business when he was in college. He also thought about opening his independent law firm. He had the money and necessities, but not the time. He'd planned on waiting until Noah was a bit older and in school.

He was so in depth in his thoughts, he failed to see the small child standing in his doorway. All he had was a brown envelope in his hands.

"Can I help you little guy?" He asked looking down at the small child. He looked a little scared, that's for sure. He didn't even respond to Trevor's question.

Trevor knelt down to eye level with him. "What's your name?"

"Madden." He quietly said.

"How old are you Madden?"

He held up 5 fingers, not making an effort to talk.

"Do you know where your mom is?"

Madden just shook his head.

"Can I see what's in your hand?" He asked gently. Madden looked at the envelope and slowly handed it to Trevor. He gave Madden a small smile and opened the package. It was a couple pages of paper stapled together. His eyes skimmed through it until it glued on one particular sentence. He frantically glanced once more at Madden, and then back to the page.

"I, Kimberly Ludlow, give away all parental rights and hereby grant sole custody of Madden Bentley Langan to his biological father, Trevor James Langan." He slowly read aloud.

The room began to spin around him as he read the one particular sentence. He stared at Madden and now he sees it. He had Kim's big brown eyes. He also had a mixture of his brown hair and her blonde.

"Uh, Madden, come inside," Trevor guided him in his apartment and closed the door. "You can sit there," He said pointing to the couch. Madden hesitated, but then complied and climbed on the couch.

"Do you like to color?"

He nodded slightly. Trevor went to his bookshelf and got out one of Noah's coloring books on days that he's there. He got a box of markers and crayons and handed them to Madden.

"I'll be right in the other room if you need me, ok?"

Madden just stared at the book in front of him, not responding to Trevor.

He took one lasting look at Madden before going in his bedroom. He took out his phone and dialed Olivia's number. It rang two times before he heard her voice.

"Liv, I know this isn't a good time but...I'm at my apartment. I know I'm supposed to be there but I need you to get here. No I'm not hurt," He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "No one's hurt Olivia. Yes I'm sure, what, Noah's not even here. I'm pretty sure he's ok too Liv; I just need you to get here. Yeah, thanks."

He went and sat beside Madden. "That's a nice picture, Madden. You're really talented."

Madden looked up at Trevor and then went back to coloring.

"What do you like to color?"

"Racecars." He answered quietly.

Trevor smiled a little. He reminded him so much of Noah, only a bit older. He just couldn't believe he got her pregnant. What he couldn't believe more was that she would just drop him off like this. He didn't even know she knew his address.

His apartment door opened. "Is there some reason that…" She stopped her next words and stared at Madden. Trevor chuckled nervously.

"Hey Liv. Uh, this is Madden." Trevor tensely introduced.

Madden looked up from the book at Olivia. He stared at her for a moment before shyly turning back to his book.

Olivia grabbed Trevor by his shirt and dragged him into the kitchen.

"What was that all about?" He asked smoothing the wrinkled hand spot she made in his shirt.

"Who's that?"

"Before you start asking questions, let me explain. I know you're pissed about me calling you from work and we can argue about that later but we've got bigger problems," He took a deep breath trying to compose himself. "Ok, his name's Madden and I found him standing in my doorway. I called you because I didn't know what to do."

"I still don't follow."

He pulled out the papers Madden handed him earlier and gave them to Olivia. She took it and began flipping through it.

"It's a removal of parental rights," she said quietly. "I, Kimberly Ludlow, give away all parental rights and hereby grant sole custody of Madden Bentley Langan to his biological father," She looked up at Trevor. "You?"

He rubbed his face and nodded. She was speechless for about 5 minutes, shock taking her body over. She kept reading over that same sentence as the words all jumbled together.

"He's-he's your son." She uttered when she was finally able to form words.

He nodded again. "He's 5."

"Who's this Kimberly?"

"She's some woman I dated about 6 years ago. It didn't last at all. I swear I didn't know she was pregnant. After we broke up, I lost contact."

"Mmm," She looked over the paper again. "I just can't believe it…you have another son…Noah has an older brother," She ran her fingers through her hair. "Ugh, this is not good; this is not good at all." She grilled through her teeth.

"I screwed up big time,""She shot him a deathlike glare. "But I can fix this."

"And how in God's name are you going to do that, huh? This isn't something you can fix like a broken TV. You have another son Trevor. He's here, in the flesh, in your living room. You can't fucking fix that?"

"I know, I know."

She took a deep breath. "Where's he going to stay?"

"He can stay with me."

She leaned against the counter completely frustrated. "How are we going to make this work? We just can't keep him here, what about Noah? We can't live two separate lives, one for Noah and another for Madden."

"How about this: I can stay here with Madden at night and during the day he can, let's see…what about school. He's 5 isn't that old enough?"

"It's the middle of June so I doubt schools even in session. It says that he turned 5 two months ago and it doesn't say anything about being enrolled in any school. We can get him into a daycare for the time being. We just need his birth certificate and medical records."

"All right."

She peeked into the living room. He was taking the tops off the markers and rearranging the colors. "He doesn't have anything with him. What'd she do, throw him away like a dirty napkin?"

"Knowing her, she probably would. She didn't leave any address or contact info," He rubbed his temple. "I have a hearing in like 30 minutes," He looked at his watch. "Well, 20 now. What the hell am I going to do? I can't just cancel."

She looked around the kitchen for the best solution. "All right, how about this. I'll call out of work; you go to your hearing. Make sure you pick up Noah from daycare on your way home, too."

"What about Madden?"

"I'll stay with him. Take him to the store, get his records, and get him something to eat. I take it he's going to be here from now on so…"

"I couldn't ask you to do that. This isn't your mess."

"Don't worry about it. You go to your hearing, clear your head for a while. I'll take care of Madden."

He gave her a kiss. "Thank you so much."

Olivia stared at Madden as he pushed the pasta around on his plate, making some sort of design with them. She figured if Noah and Madden were anything alike, she'd have a difficult time getting either of them to eat. Noah was a very challenging child when it came to food and she was hoping Madden isn't the same. She had taken him to the mall for some new clothes and other things. He'd barely spoken two words to her. He'd been really quiet since they left Trevor's apartment and she was starting to think he was afraid.

"Olivia," Madden said not looking up from his pasta. "Does mom love me?"

She raised her eyebrow a little at hearing him actually say something to her. "I'm sure she loves you very much," She looked closely into his brown eyes. She noticed a faint scar underneath his left eye. It looked vivid enough to be at least a couple months old. She also noticed the small silver crucifix necklace around his neck. "Did your mom get that for you?" She asked pointing to it.

He shook his head.

"No? Then who did?"

"A angel." He said quietly holding his head down.

"An angel?"

He nodded. "She was pretty," He looked up at her again. "She pretty like you. She said it will protect me."

"Protect you from what?"

"I not allowed to tell." He put a pasta noodle in his mouth.

"Why aren't you allowed to tell Madden?"

He held his head down again. She seen his brown eyes started tearing up.

She felt her detective and maternal instincts kick in at the same time. But her maternal overwhelmed her. "You know what, let's make one more stop and then we can go back to your Dad's apartment, how's that sound?" She suggested standing up. He hopped from the chair and grabbed onto her hand willingly.

They walked until they reached the social service office. She walked up to the desk where a grubby mean looking man was and she instantly wanted to regurgitate what little she had eaten this morning. She felt Madden tighten his grip on her hand when he looked at the man.

"Um, excuse me."She said politely trying to take his attention away from whatever he was looking at on the computer screen. He ignored her.

"Uh, hello?" She said a bit more irritated. He laughed out loud at whatever it was he was looking at.

"Sir!" She said a little louder than she intended.

His eyes met hers. "What? Can't you see I'm busy chatting?" He blew a bubble with his gum and popped it. "Got a hot date later once I leave this dump."

"And I'd love to hear all about your lovely date and that lucky woman later but I'm standing here for something, obviously."

"I don't like your attitude."

"And I don't like the fact that I've been standing here for 5 minutes and you've still made no effort to get off your ass."

He grumbled something she couldn't make out before standing up. He put on the fakest smile and looked at her. "How may I help you?"

"Aren't you a catch," She mumbled. "I need Madden Langan's records."

"Sorry, no can do."

"And why is that?"

"I don't know. Ask the law."

She pulled out her badge. "This law?" She asked getting fed up with his attitude. She knew it was wrong to abuse her power but hey, what more could she do? She saw his eyes scan the badge for authenticity. He turned around and pulled out a file cabinet. He licked his fingers and began to go through them.

"Olivia, I want candy." He said on his tippy toes reaching for the small bowl of mint candy. She saw the file keepers eyes glance at Madden.

"I'll give you some candy later," She eyed down the file keeper. "You don't know where it's been."

He grumbled something else before pulling out the file. "Here, Madden Langan's file," He handed it to her. "Have a good day." He expressed with sarcasm.

"Thanks for all your help." She mumbled under her breath. She guided Madden out of the office and looked up at the sky. By the looks of it, she guessed it was approaching late afternoon, maybe 7. She figured Madden was getting tired because she felt his feet dragging against the pavement. She looked down at him and smiled. He was barely keeping his eyes open at this point. She sighed and stopped. She picked him up and set him on her hip and picked up her bags with the other hand.

By the time she got to Trevor's apartment, he was fast asleep on her shoulder. She unlocked the door and walked inside. Trevor was sitting on the couch with a stack full of papers in front of him. His jacket was sprawled beside him and his tie was undone around his neck.

"Hey." She breathed out in exhaustion.

"Hey," He saw her struggling to keep Madden up so he got up and took Madden off of her shoulder.

"Yeah," Trevor went in the back room and laid Madden down. He came back out. "He's asleep. You get Madden's records?"

She set the papers on the table. "Can't we go over them tomorrow? It's Saturday night, we have the rest of the weekend off. I'm just tired."

"We can talk tomorrow then," He said sitting back down on the couch. She laid on the couch and set her head on his leg. "We're going to have to explain this to Noah in the morning too, aren't we?" He asked running his fingers through her smooth hair.

"Well, it's going to be hard for him not to notice Madden so yeah, I guess we do."

He sighed and kissed her temple. "We just conquered the battle, but we haven't even began the war."