See i told ya id get it posted by tuesday! i hope you like this chapter! i still dont own SVU, darn!

7:43 a.m.

Cragen walked the stairs up to the crib, slowly opening the door trying to avoid the creaking sound that was sure to follow. He cautiously poked his head into the room, trying hard not to wake his sleeping "kinda granddaughter". She was still asleep, fast asleep. And with her eyes shut, Cragen thought; she was the spitting image of her mother, the mother only he knew about. Her dark brown locks were splayed out over the small pillow, and the blanket was tangled around a pile of lanky, bruised limbs. It looked like she and the bed had gone through World War three and the bed won. The Captain let out a relieved sigh, just happy to know that she was still okay, and silently ducked out of the room.

9:06 a.m.

It was his sixth time checking on her. This time, she had kicked off the blanket, pulled up the sheet, and changed positions for the 2 millionth time. She won the war this go around. The results from the DNA test hadn't come back yet so he was gonna let her sleep. She needed the sleep; it had probably been years since she had a good night's sleep anyway. She could sleep until next Thursday, and he wasn't gonna bother her, no he decided he wouldn't wake her up, he would just check on her compulsively, protectively.

11:58 a.m.

Fifteenth check. Still asleep. The squad wondered why he was making so many trips up there. No one cared enough to ask.

1:27 p.m.

Savannah's crystal blue eyes popped open. She jumped off of the bed, breathing heavy, not remembering where she was or how she had gotten here. As she stood for a second, the recollection of the night before came flooding back into her memory and suddenly the fifteen year old was overwhelmed with excitement! She flew into the shower, got redressed, and was brushing through her damp cocoa brown strands when Don came in to check on her for the twenty third time.

"Oh good, you're up! How'd you sleep?" Cragen asked, instantly elated at the sight of a seemingly happy Savannah.

She grinned "It was the best sleep I've had in fifteen years!" and it was the truth. For once in her life, she didn't worry about being violated while she slept, she didn't worry about what the next day going to hold beatings wise, and she dreamt. For the first time since she could remember, she had a pleasant dream, not some sick twisted nightmare that, often times, merged with reality.

"That's great, I'm glad, why don't you finish drying your hair and we can go get some breakfast and check on those DNA results," Don said, heading out of the crib.

"That sounds great sir!" Savannah replied not thinking, Cragen shot her a look. "OOHHHHH YEAH! I mean Don!" She smiled. Cragen winked, and walked out the door with a nod.

Savannah hurriedly dried her hair and threw it up in a ponytail using an old rubber band she found upstairs, eager to get on with the rest of her short day. She bolted out the door and met Don at the bottom of the stairs.

"Okay I'm ready! Let's go back to the lab!" Savannah exclaimed, accent thick as ever. Just then her stomach let out a desperate growl, pleading for nourishment.

Cragen let out a hearty laugh, "I think your stomach would prefer if we picked up some food first," the two started through the bullpen where the detectives were busy at work.

"Okay, I guess that sounds," Savannah cut off. She had caught the eye of a detective, Olivia. It was like looking in a mirror, an older mirror with brown eyes, but still a mirror. Liv and Savannah stared at each other from across the room for what seemed like forever, an eerie sensation shot through the teenager's body and she froze. She knew this woman. She didn't know how or why, but she knew she had met her before, ages ago. "Reasonable," she finished her sentence, ducked her head and she and the Captain hurried out of the room. Don realized what had just happened, but didn't say anything, just walked the girl out of the precinct to go pick up some donuts.

Olivia Benson knew exactly who that was. But she denied it. She had to. She stood still in the same spot she was in while she looked into the eyes of her daughter. 'No way. No freaking way.' Those words ran through her head for a moment. She was still standing there, trying to find some other way to rationalize what just happened. Her partner, not noticing the girl who had just left with his Captain, saw his best friend looking as pale as a ghost. "Liv, Liv what's wrong?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick," she ran to the bathroom and barely made it into a stall before she broke down. "There is no way she's here now!" Olivia screamed in a whisper, "That wasn't her. It doesn't make sense. I gave her up, she was a baby, she, she, God. No. I'm overreacting. My daughter lives half way across the country. I made sure of it. That wasn't her. It couldn't have been her!" Liv lost the little breakfast she had, and sobbed into the toilet. Little did she know, her partner, her best friend, the love of her life had been standing in the bathroom listening to her rant.

Elliot was in disbelief. "Eleven years," he said simply.

"El? How long have you been here, what did you hear," he cut her off with his hand.

"Eleven years, Olivia. Eleven friggin years! How could you go eleven years being my partner, my best friend and not tell me you have a child?!" he was mad, sad, hurt, and confused.

"El, I gave her up when she was born. I wasn't ever supposed to see her again," Liv explained tearfully.

"What do you mean you weren't supposed to see her again, where did you see her? How do you know that it was her you saw? And why didn't you tell me you had a baby?" Elliot questioned Olivia til he was blue in the face.

"I made sure the people adopting were far away from here, Cragen walked out of the building with a girl, a teenage girl that was identical to me when I was that age, I know it had to be her because of her eyes, she has her father's eyes," Liv cried, sliding down the wall placing her face in her sweating palms. She hated herself for keeping it in for so long, now he was gonna ask who the father is, and she wasn't sure he could tell him. Not yet.

"Livia, who? Who's the father of your child?" Elliot's heart began to fill with compassion for his partner.

Great. He asked. Typical. Liv shook her head no and began wiping up the tears that were pooling out of her chocolate brown orbs.

"Oh God, Liv. Were you raped?"

She shook her head again.

"I know him, don't I?"

Olivia tilted her head up toward the man she loved so deeply, "Yeah. You do."

"Then who Liv, who is he? If you don't want him knowing, then I swear I won't say a word," El brushed a tear from her face.

She couldn't keep this from him anymore. It was killing her inside; it had been taking away a little bit of her every day for eleven years.

"You," Olivia lost it. She couldn't try to be strong anymore, the ever so stoic Detective Olivia Benson finally lost control of her emotions, and sobbed on the cold bathroom floor.

"Wha-what do you mean Liv, what are you talking about? We never, I mean, what?" Elliot scooped up his best friend and cradled her.

"August 26th, 1994. Shooters bar. I had just graduated from the Academy. I told you my name was Cheryl. My hair was dyed dark blonde then. I looked completely different. But you, you were still Elliot. You said you had a wife and kids, I didn't care. We were drunk El. One thing led to another and we ended up in my old apartment," Olivia was stunned at what she had just told him. It was true, all of it. After lying for 11 years, she wasn't sure she even knew how to tell the truth anymore.

The pieces fell into place perfectly. He remembered vaguely, but God did he remember, it was the only time he had ever cheated on his wife. It was right after he found out Maureen wasn't his, a fact Kathy still didn't know that he knew. "Oh my God. Oh my God," Elliot stood up abruptly and began pacing, "How long Olivia?"

"Huh?" Olivia asked, not sure what he meant.

"Jesus Liv! How long did you know about me being your, your freaking baby daddy?!" Elliot was screaming now, fists balled, jaw clenched, it took everything in him not to pick her up and shake her like a rag doll.

Liv found the strength to stand. "The day I laid eyes on you, I remembered that night. I saw your eyes. My baby had your eyes. Has your eyes. Oh God, our daughter is here in New York, with our Captain," a chill ran up her spine once the words left her lips. 'Our daughter'.

"Shutup! Just Shutup! You don't know if that girl is who you say she is, for all we know she was just another victim!" Elliot was seething with anger.

"El," she reached out to touch him, he pulled away, "Elliot. Stabler blue. That girl's eyes were Stabler blue."

He chuckled. "Stabler blue? I have a special eye color now?" Elliot laughed, a deep laugh, a meaningful laugh.

"You're laughing? I tell you we have a daughter together and she just popped in out of nowhere and you're freaking laughing?!" Liv was beyond ticked off. She expected him to dent a steel door, not laugh like a little girl.

"You named my eye color. So yeah I'm laughing, it's funny. When something's funny, I laugh, its human nature," he said regaining composure.

Olivia didn't know what to say, what to think. So she didn't. She just left. She walked out of the bathroom, down the hallway, into the bullpen, picked up her jacket and walked out of the door. Elliot chased her out, "Liv! Liv wait, can't we at least talk about this? We need to be rational here!" he yelled as she turned on her heel and flagged down a cab. She went home. And Elliot wasn't sure if he would ever see here again.

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