The next morning, Olivia woke in her bed in her apartment. She slowly got up and out of bed, and traveled in to the living room, and then the kitchen, where she found Elliot.

"Good morning," He said, kissing her softly. "Feeling better?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"I made coffee…I was just about to wake you up…Don called….he wants all of us to get to some restaurant.

Olivia groaned. "I thought we had the weekend off."

"He didn't give details, he just wants us there." Elliot informed his girlfriend. "I'm going to head to my apartment and get ready. I'll come back in an hour and pick you up?"

Olivia nodded. "Ok. Thanks, El."

He nodded, hugged her, and kissed her. "I love you," He said softly.

She smiled slightly. "I love you, too."

--

Across town, Isabella tiredly shuffled from table to table, setting the places for opening at eight. It was seven forty-five. She'd been kept at the restaurant working until late the night before.

"Hurry up, kids!" Sally hissed, coming through the door from the kitchen. Then her gaze landed on Bella. She had the most tables to do. "You useless little girl, hurry up, or you'll work extra hours. Stop slacking, I do so much for you and this is how you repay me?!"

"I'm sorry, Sally, I'm just tired," Bella said, tired.

"What did you call me?" Sally hissed.

"I mean I'm sorry mom." Bella quickly corrected, wincing. She hated calling her that. Sally wasn't her mother.

"That's better. And hurry up!" She hissed, before stalking off to go complain at someone else.

They'd gotten a new foster kid this morning, a fifteen-year-old girl. Jocelyn walked up to Isabella, and timidly asked, "Is this what you guys do every weekend?"

Isabella nodded. "And after school. And if she's feeling particularly mean, before school too."

"That sounds horrible." Jocelyn said, sighing. "I miss my mom. I want my mother."

Isabella nodded, turned away, and began setting again, quickly, mouthing silently to herself, 'welcome to my life.'

--

Olivia and Elliot walked in to the restaurant that their captain had requested they meet at, and sought out their co-workers and boss. They found them at a table in the corner, and went over, and sat.

They also had a surprise guest.

"Casey!" Olivia exclaimed, hugging her best friend. "What are you doing here?"

"Don called." Casey said, "And I missed the gang."

"Liv, Elliot, sit," Don said, a request and order all in one.

They did, and once they'd all ordered, he spoke.

"Olivia…" He started.

"I know, Cap," Olivia sighed. A few moments later, she began. "Isabella…I never thought I'd see her again." Olivia started softly. Elliot took her hand under the table. "I was twenty five when I had her. She…she was the product of my rape."

Everyone was shocked.

"When I first found out," Olivia went on, "I freaked. I didn't think I could do it. But then, as the time went on…I wanted to keep her, more then anything. My mother thought It'd be a bad idea. And I let her convince me she was right. The day I gave birth, March 5th, 1996…it went well. I gave birth to her. She was perfect," Olivia said, tearfully smiling at the memory of seeing her baby for the first time. "She was a little angel. I got to hold her for ten minutes. Then the social worker took her away. My mom had me convinced her life would be better. And I was afraid I'd turn out like my mom! She had me, the product of her rape, and she turned in to an alcoholic!"

Elliot had his arm around her shoulder, as she cried well she talked, still low enough for only their group to hear.

"And so…I signed the birth certificate. And I let them take her away. My little girl…I let my mother convince me to let them take her away."

"Liv," Fin asked softly, "If you wanted her, then how come you flipped out when you saw her?"

"Because…I don't know! It brought all the memories flooding back! Not of the rape…I got over that a while ago. But…the memories of what my mother turned in to. What if her life is good? She deserves everything life has to offer. She's all I want. I want my baby, but I just cant do that to her!" Olivia claimed.

"Olivia what would you be doing to her?" Elliot asked, reaching up, wiping away some of the tears.

"Liv, you're my best friend," Casey said, gently taking her friends free hand. "Olivia, you wouldn't be doing anything to her."

"You'd be giving her the mother she deserves, Livia," Elliot said softly. "We all saw her yesterday. She came looking for you, so she obviously wants you. Before you jump to conclusions you should at lease talk to her. Or at least figure out what her life is like. You could be the answer to her prayers. You aren't your mother, Olivia. Your mother loved you, but she just couldn't get over the rape. You said you got past it. You have the power to be everything that girl needs. At least just think about it."

Olivia slowly reached up, wiping her eyes. "I'll…I'll think about it." She finally agreed.

"Liv…was your case ever solved?" Don asked.

"No." She said quietly. "They never found him. But I don't want the case brought back to the front, Don. I've forgotten. Please just let it be."

Don sighed, but nodded. "Fine. Only for you. Now lets eat."

AN: sorry it's short, but it had to be stopped there. Thanks for all your reviews, and adds to alerts and favorites. I posted a link to the banner i made for this story in my profile. Check it out and let me know what you think of it! I hope you liked this chapter. Review?

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