Disclaimer: Still not mine... though one day Mr Wolf and I may come to some arrangement.

There was a glitch with Chapter 5 and many people didn't get the alert. If you didn't read it you'll have to read it (and review - hint, hint!) first otherwise you'll miss the whole rest of the precinct scene and the return to Olivia's apartment.

Thought it was worth singing it again. I'm sure you won't mind.

We're a happy team at Hawthorn
We're the mighty fighting Hawks
We love our club and we play to win
Riding the bumps with a grin at Hawthorn
Come what may you'll find us striving
Team work is the thing that counts
One for all and all for one
Is the way we play at Hawthorn
We are the mighty fighting Hawks

Go Hawks!! Premiers 2008!!

love Nettie

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The afternoon disappeared and it was nearly six before Olivia opened her eyes and realised neither she nor Elliot had moved in the whole time. Her arm was still around his waist, her fingers anchored into his belt loop, securing him to her in the single bed, her injured hand lay resting on the pillow beside her face, one of his arms was wrapped around her, holding her close, the other's fingers loosely gripped the wrist of the injured hand, ensuring it wouldn't move or be knocked.

Olivia blinked a few times before smiling at the realisation that Elliot being in bed with her was for real and not just one of her fantasies. Slowly, she extracted her hand from behind him and brought it up to his face, tenderly tracing the lines on his face, knowing this latest ordeal would add a few more.

"Mmmm," he murmured as her fingertips gently caressed his cheek, she grinned. "Livia," he moaned.

"Hey El," she whispered and smiled at his surprised look as the reality of her presence sunk in. She reached up and kissed his cheek.

"You really here, Liv?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here …" she soothed.

"Good," he mumbled, moving to kiss her forehead. "I'm so glad you're not a dream this time." The words were out before he could stop himself and he closed his eyes to hide the embarrassment.

"I'm glad you're not a dream this time either," Olivia replied, earning a smirk from him as his eyes opened.

Elliot rolled onto his back and stretched wearily, groaning as his joints cracked. Olivia rolled with him before draping herself across his chest, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

"So, what did Kathy have to say?" she asked. Elliot struggled to sit up, pulling her with him and settling Olivia so she was snuggled into his side, her injured hand resting on his chest, over his heart.

"Kathy was … um … very upset," he began, pulling her a little closer. "At first there was a lot of yelling…"

"At you?" Olivia interrupted, looking up at him to find his eyes fixed on the far wall.

"Um, yeah," he nodded. "Tried to say I was making it up, Steve would never do such a thing, I was jealous…"

"Bitch," muttered Olivia.

Elliot grinned and kissed her head. "I think she was in shock … she kept arguing the point and so I just told her straight… told her how upset the twins were and what the bastard actually did and then all she did was cry."

Although she'd never consider herself a fan of Kathy's she felt for the woman and the pain she must be going through.

"Then her mother came on the phone and asked me why I was making her cry, again, and I said that Liz had been assaulted and then she started crying," Elliot explained, tears filling his eyes once more.

"When's she coming home?" Olivia asked, rubbing his chest.

"Her dad is really bad, suffered another heart attack last night; makes three in the last week. It doesn't look good for him," Elliot sighed, knowing his ex-wife was caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place; come home to her traumatised daughter or stay with her dying father.

"Why don't you take the twins to Florida?" Olivia suggested. "Don will give you leave. You can be there this time tomorrow."

"I don't know, Liv," Elliot sighed. "Not sure what Liz will think. She's so scared about Kathy's reaction, and then there's the whole travelling with just me."

"She's not afraid of you, El," Olivia consoled, placing a kiss on his chest.

"Yeah, I know," he acknowledged. "But I just want to hold her and make it all go away and I can't. And I'm second guessing everything I do and say because I don't want her to misconstrue anything." He dropped his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. "This is all so fucked up."

"Well, Elliot, I'm on leave until I can actually use this," Olivia said, raising her hand. "So what if I was to come with you. We could get a hotel room, either with the kids or they could stay with Kathy, if they want."

"You'd do that?" Elliot asked, using his fingers to draw her face up to his.

"In a heartbeat," she replied, kissing him.

"Thank you," he mumbled into her mouth.

Anything further was interrupted by a hesitant knock on the door.

"Come in," Elliot called and Lizzie reluctantly appeared. "Come in, honey." Liz made her way over to the bed and sat by Elliot's feet.

"Um, Dickie's hungry and we can't … um … really find anything in the kitchen, Liv," she said.

"Well, we'll go out and eat," Elliot suggested. "Where would you like to go?"

"I'm not really hungry," she replied, dropping her head.

"You didn't eat much this morning, Lizzie," he said gently.

"Yeah, I know … I just don't feel like it," she replied looking up at Olivia.

"But, Liz…" Elliot started and tears welled in her eyes.

"El," Olivia interrupted. "Why don't you and Dickie go out, get some fresh air, and bring something back for dinner, Liz might be hungry then. Right, Liz?" Lizzie nodded, more in relief than agreement.

Elliot looked at Olivia, he trusted her judgement and so he quickly kissed her forehead and climbed out of bed.

"Any preferences?" he asked as he put his jacket on, Lizzie just shrugged.

"Surprise us," Olivia said, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed before shuffling up to sit next to Liz. He moved closer to Olivia to kiss her again but stopped himself, so instead Olivia kissed him. He looked at his daughter, wondering what he should do.

"You can kiss me too, dad," Liz said bravely but flinched as his lips pressed onto her forehead. Elliot visibly deflated as he backed away from them both and headed out to find his son.

Upon hearing the apartment door close, Olivia put her arm around Lizzie and led her out to the living room, sitting her on the sofa. She reappeared five minutes later with two cups of tea and sat handed one to Lizzie, before sitting on the other end of the sofa.

"What is this?" Lizzie asked after taking a small sip.

"Peppermint tea. It will help your stomach," Olivia replied, as she sipped her own.

"I'm not sure if it's my stomach that's the problem," she said quietly.

"I know you feel out of sorts at the moment, honey, but you can't stop eating," she said gently.

"I'm sorry, Liv, I just don't feel hungry," Liz protested weakly.

"I know," she soothed.

"Liv…" she hesitated.

"What, honey?" Olivia asked, setting down her cup.

"It's alright, never mind," she said, putting her cup down too.

"Liz," she prompted, "What is it?"

"Last night you said you and dad weren't … well, that there wasn't anything between you…" she paused. "But today it seems if there is."

"Well, there is … now," Olivia grinned. "You know how you told me your dad was in love with me?" Lizzie nodded. "He was awake … and when I rolled over he told me for himself."

"He said he loved you?" Lizzie's eyes widened. Olivia nodded. "And did you say you loved him too?"

"I did," she replied.

"Good."

Silence settled over them once more and while Olivia knew there was something more Lizzie wanted to say, she wasn't going to rush her. It came almost ten minutes later when both cups sat empty on the table. Olivia watched as Lizzie drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly, it was a position she knew all too well. She rested her forehead on her knees before slowly turning her head around to face Olivia.

"Livvy," she whispered. "If Dickie hadn't come in … he was going to have sex with me … wasn't he?" Olivia bit down on her bottom lip and nodded slowly. "Which would mean he would have raped me?" she asked in barely a whisper. Olivia nodded again. "And I wouldn't have been a virgin anymore."

Olivia shifted across the sofa until she was alongside Liz. Raising her hand, she gently wiped away the tears from the girl's face. "He was big, Liv … down there … and it was so hard … I mean I know it has to be like that to have sex but if just felt horrible and when he was brushing it against my leg and I remembered what they told us at school about how easy it is to get pregnant and …" she paused as she tried to figure out the best words to use. She drew a deep breath and tried again. "Liv, is there any chance I could be pregnant?" she asked before the tears spilt down her cheeks once more.

"Oh, honey," Olivia soothed, pulling her closer. "I know what you've told me … and what you told Fin … and if that's the whole truth then no, Lizzie, you can't be pregnant."

"Even if he touched himself and then me? There couldn't have been anything on his hand that got in, could there?" she all but pleaded.

"Do you want me to take you to the doctor, sweetheart?" Olivia asked, raking her fingers through Lizzie's hair. "We can go right now."

"No, I don't want to go … but I don't want to be pregnant either. I don't want to have a baby … not now … not with him … not this way…" she choked out.

"I know," she whispered, slowing stroking the girl's head.

"Could you imagine how screwed up it would be like to have a child like that … every time you looked at it you'd remember what happened … I couldn't do that … I just couldn't live like that," she sobbed, her head coming to rest on Olivia's shoulder.

"I know, I know," Olivia soothed, her heart breaking at the thought this was what her mother must have endured after her rape.

"And … and … and can you imagine being that kid?" Lizzie continued, caught up in her own world of confusion and sorrow. "Imagine knowing you're only here because your dad raped your mom … that you weren't wanted … that … that… your dad was a rapist … I mean, how could you live with yourself? … You'd wanna kill yourself … I wouldn't want that for anyone … especially not a child of mine … It's just so sick."

Lizzie looked up to find Olivia in tears, and an intense sadness in her eyes that she'd never seen before, not in Olivia, not in anyone she knew.

"Liv?" she asked, sitting up to wrap her arms around her. "Liv, what's wrong?" Olivia shook her head; even if she could talk, it wasn't something she wanted to discuss with a fifteen year old who had just been assaulted. "I'm so sorry, Livvy," Liz sobbed, blaming herself for Olivia's state.

"It's not you, baby," she managed to reply as she shook her head, trying not to make this about her. "It's not your fault," she whispered before a sob broke through.

The key was in the door and it was open before it registered with Olivia, quickly she jumped up and hurried to her bedroom, but not before Elliot had seen her. He looked towards his daughter and saw the same red, wet, blotchy face; he went to her first.

"What happened, baby?" he asked, gathering her in his arms, relieved she didn't resist.

"I don't know, daddy," she replied. "We were talking and when I looked up Livvy was really, really upset."

"What were you talking about?" he asked, drying her face. Lizzie hesitated and a frown creased her brow. "It's okay," he conceded, knowing there would be many conversations his daughter wouldn't feel comfortable in having with him. "You don't have to tell me."

She hugged him tighter before letting him go. "I'm okay, dad … please go check on Livvy?"

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