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Chapter Seven

A Mistaken Identity and Then Some

~~SVU~~

"My sister was mistaken for me. I received three hundred and forty six emails from four different people. They all suggested that I would die soon and horribly. Salina was going out to buy some groceries. I was looking after Leanna and Ben. Michael was out at work. Last week this was posted through my door." Emily placed a card on the table and slid it over to Olivia.

You were lucky your sister looks just like you. We enjoyed her company. We think we will enjoy your's much more than that fat whore. We will be in touch.

"Why would someone say this? It's horrible. It's insulting. I just don't understand."

"Are you ok? You wanna take a break."

"No. I just want it all to stop. I deleted my email account, changed my phone number three times in the past six months."

"Ok we can put you in contact with witness protection. They can get you relocated until the people threatening you are behind bars."

"But they'll find me. They won't quit until I am six feet under."

"We can get you to a safe house until you can be relocated. If you agree to it."

"What about Michael, Leanna and Ben? My niece and nephew are like my own children. If I go away, will I ever see them again?"

"I can't be certain but we will try and talk to the agents who will talk to you and see if we can come to an arrangement. But our number one priority right now is that you're safe."

"Ok. Well can I at least go home and pick up a few things beforehand?"

"We'll arrange an armed escort for you."

~~SVU~~

Elliot flipped through channels on the television set. Eli had fallen asleep after watching three hours of the Disney channel. He muted the TV and carefully lifted his son into his room. After putting him to bed, he checked on Olivia, who had gone to bed earlier with a migraine. Feeling her forehead, his hand jerked back at the sudden heat, so he gently lifted the covers off her and covered her with a light blanket. He went to the bathroom and brought out a cool, damp flannel to cool her down. He placed it carefully on her forehead and left her sleeping. As he was about to sit back down again, the door buzzer sounded so he quickly got up to answer it. Opening the door he saw Kathy standing there with a bag.

"Kathy? What are you-?"

"Ask your son."

"He's two and-"

"No try the other one."

"What has he done this time?"

"Ask him yourself." She moved, revealing Dickie wearing what Elliot could only describe as black, extravagant clothing and his eyes had thick black rings of eyeliner.

"What's up dad?" The teen said, revealing a tongue piercing. Elliot also noticed both sides of his son's lower lip were also pierced, and his left eyebrow had a small silver hoop.

"What do you want me to do, Kathy? Yell at him? As if that's done any good. He's a seventeen year old kid. He's gonna try stuff it's just a phase. He'll grow out of it. Just like Maureen did with the eating thing and Kathleen with the wild partying."

"Yeah, just like you grew out of your violent nature." She said sarcastically. "How long before he starts doing drugs if he hasn't already. How long until he ends up in jail or worse? Huh?"

"Kathy, I am not in the mood-"

"You can't keep blowing off on talking about our kids."

"Kathy. I just got Eli to sleep and Olivia has a migraine can you please keep it down?"

"Well I can't take his attitude any more. I need a break. Can you please just take him or I'm throwing him out on the street."

"You wouldn't-"

"Oh she already did. Twice. I don't think I'll be so lucky next time to get back in." He smirked

"You threw him out in the street?"

"Dad relax. I crashed at Ally's both times."

"Who's Ally?"

"Ally Danil. Coach Branson's nephew. His dad's pretty cool with it."

"Why are you bringing him here, Kathy?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a second.

"Because this Ally is a bad influence on him."

"How?"

"He takes drugs."

"Oh my God, mom. He's diabetic. I think you'd know what an insulin pen looks like."

"What about the pills he was taking?"

"They're hormone suppressants. It's so he doesn't get mood swings and have a breakdown."

"And you believed him?"

"Last year, Ally blew up at this dick College guy, who then punched him in the face. He was knocked out and forgot that he'd already taken insulin. Like always at the end of a game he took a shot. By the time anybody realised something was wrong he went into hypoglycaemic shock. He went into a diabetic coma and nearly died. So yeah. I do believe him because I saw it happen. I was there. So no, mom. He doesn't do drugs." He lifted the bag from the floor and continued "So, dad. Am I staying here or can I go to Ally's."

"No. You can have the spare bed here. It's late, we can talk some more in the morning." He moved to let his son past. "Kathy, if you think I'm gonna try to change him- I'm not my father. He can do what he wants. We can only teach him the difference between right and wrong. At some point we gotta let go."

"How philosophical of you" She said snappily. "I'm going home to my one remaining sane child."

"Hey, Kathy. Our kids are not insane." He said quietly so as not to wake anyone "They just like to express themselves in different ways. How is Lizzie anyway?"

"If you wanna know about your children you have to see them yourself. I will not act as a medium. If you want to still be a part of their lives you have to make time for them. Call her. At a normal, human hour."

"I'll make sure to."

"Goodbye, Elliot."

He then watched her walk away from him yet again. As soon as she turned the corner, he closed the door.

"So mom's pretty pissed then."

"You could say that. Why don't you put your stuff in the room and get changed for bed. Do you want anything to eat before bed?"

"Nahh. I had tacos and leftover sausages so I'll just go to bed." He said, walking away into the spare bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Elliot sighed and went into the kitchen. He lifted a beer out of the fridge and sat drinking it and reading the sports pages.

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