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Don and Savannah slowly began to walk back to the precinct, donuts and coffee in hand. Savannah took the first sip of her coffee and spit it out on the sidewalk.
"Yuck!" she looked up at Don, "you switched this to decaf when I was in the bathroom didn't you?"She asked with a disgusted look on her face.
Cragen quietly chuckled to himself, a smile broadening on his face when the 15 year old raised an arched eyebrow at him; that was an Olivia trait that Savannah obviously inherited. "I had a feeling you would notice," he reached in his pocket pulling out a handful of sugar packets, and plopped them in her hands, "don't use them all at once," he warned, knowing she probably would anyways.
"Yeeessss Donnnnnnn," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Cragen reached down and patted her on the back lovingly. She stole his heart.
Savannah laughed saying, "You're such a grandpa!"and poured packet after packet of sugar into her decaf.
The Captain stopped dead in his tracks. This girl was his granddaughter and he knew it. It felt so good to be called grandpa. It was something he always wanted, but was sure he could never have. Don looked down at the girl, "Yeah," he said, "I guess I am."
Savannah had already warmed up to this man she had just met a night ago. It was strange for her to trust someone so much so soon. Maybe it was because he was a cop, and the Captain at that; and that's what she wanted to do with her life, become a cop and lock up people that do the same things to kids that she went through growing up. Maybe it was because he had been so kind to her. Or maybe it was just because she needed someone to care for her, to truly care about what happened to her. Whatever the reason, Savannah trusted this man. Trusted him with her life, and already cared about him. "Yep, Donald Cragen you have earned yourself a new name," she announced still walking, looking straight ahead.
"Oh really? And what's that?" he asked, hoping he already knew the answer 'grandpa'.
"Papaw," she responded, "I lived in the south for so long, and everyone had a papaw and mammaw there instead of a grandpa and grandma. I was always jealous. Wished I had one too. Now I do," she explained smiling.
The corners of Cragen's eyes crinkled as a wide grin spread across the aging man's face, "Savannah I would be honored to be considered your 'Papaw'," he replied. It was close enough to grandpa, and she didn't grow up around New York, so of course there would be cultural differences, and he was more than willing to accept and embrace them.
"Well good! So, uh, lab results…" Savannah said as a statement, but her voice gave away that it was more of a question than anything.
"Lab results," he said, his voice implying he had no clue when they would get them back.
"When do you think?" she said, not feeling that she needed to complete the sentence.
"Late tonight, maybe."
"I guess I can wait, I've waited fifteen years, what are another few hours, right?" she said, trying not to hint at her slight disappointment.
"Right," Cragen replied, still picking up on the disappointment. "Hey, why don't we head back to the station and I introduce you to my detectives?" he added, trying to lighten the mood.
"Really? Aren't they working or something?" she asked. She didn't want to be considered a nuisance by the people she would be spending a lot of time with.
"Well, today's a pretty slow day, so I don't see a problem there." Don said reassuringly.
"Then I would love to meet the people that have my future job!" the girl exclaimed. Savannah was excited to see what it was like to be a detective, since she was sure that was what she would be doing with her life after 18.
"Your future job, huh? You wanna be a cop?" Don asked happily.
"Yessir! I wanna lock up the people that hurt kids the way I was hurt, and make sure they do time," Savannah's voice began to darken, "No one should be treated that way and nothing would make me happier than to put away rapists and pedophiles for a living."
Cragen was impressed. "Well as long as you're here, you get into the academy, and you'll have a spot waiting for you here with SVU," that was a promise he intended on keeping, whether he was still the captain or not.
"Sounds good, papaw," the teenager replied with joy in her voice.
The two entered the One- Six, carrying the remaining donuts and packets of sugar. Savannah glanced around looking for the woman she saw this morning, she hoped to get to meet her face to face. No such luck.
"Fin, Munch! There's someone I'd like you to meet," Cragen barked, "Where's Benson, and Stabler?" the Captain got worried, he saw the way Savannah and Liv looked at each other this morning and he was sure Olivia knew what was going on.
"Good question Cap, I was just wondering the same thing," Fin remarked.
"One second, Liv was running to the bathroom, the next she's out the door and Stabler's following her, yelling something about talking and being rational," Munch spoke up.
Savannah had been standing half behind her self acclaimed "Papaw", still looking for the woman she saw earlier. 'She must be the woman who left,' Savannah thought to herself, 'Liv Benson, I need to make a mental note of that.' "Savannah, I'd like you to meet Detective John Munch, Munch meet my grandda- uh my good friend Savannah" an older graying man peered over his glasses and held out his hand to Savannah.
"Nice to meet you Savannah,"
"Likewise," she said, shaking the previous thoughts out of her head.
"And detective Odafin Tutuola," Don introduced another man with dark skin and a moustache.
"Call me Fin," the detective said, noticing the familiar look of confusion from his name on the girl's face.
"Alright, uh Fin then, nice meeting you Sir," Savannah stated, shaking the man's hand.
"And our two other detectives are out right now," Cragen said looking down at Savannah who was perched on the edge of a desk, "I'll have to introduce you later," just as Cragen let the words escape from his mouth, a very angry Elliot Stabler entered the bullpen, slamming a door. "Or not," Cragen added, nodding to the man who looked like he wanted to rip someone's head off, "That's detective Stabler."
"He seems pleasant," the girl said in her southern, sarcastic voice.
"Oh yeah," Fin said, "You should see him when he's in a bad mood."
Savannah snickered, "that bad, huh?"
The group laughed, and Elliot approached them, this time noticing the teenager.
She looked just like Olivia. He looked toward her eyes. Blue. Crystal Blue. Stabler freaking Blue.
"Oh my God," he whispered a little too loudly. He didn't realize all four people were staring at him, or how close he was standing to them, "Liv was right," Elliot was still unaware that everyone was listening to him talk out loud, "she is our daughter," Stabler was in a trance like state, repeating everything that ran through his mind. Cragen cleared his throat, and Stabler jumped, waking up from the coma he found himself in.
"Well I couldn't even make a theory like that if I tried," Munch said, breaking the awkward silence. Fin chuckled, grabbed Munch, and the two walked away from the thorny situation before it got worse.
"Uhhh," is all Savannah could get out before her Papaw jumped down the throat of the man who had just called himself her father.
"What did you just say?" Cragen bellowed.
"Cap, I," Elliot too was cut off from saying anything else.
"Savannah! Lab. Now!" Cragen yelled, storming out of the bullpen.
"Papaw, I think we should stay," Savannah said. She wanted to question the man who had her eyes.
"Savannah Lynnette! Let's go!" Don roared. He saw the hurt look in both pair of baby blues staring back at him. "I'm, sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. But I think it's urgent we get those results back now. You can stay," he apologized before walking out of the precinct.
Elliot stared in amazement at the 15 year old girl. Savannah returned the awe filled gaze.
"So you're my,"
"I think so,"
"Who are?"
"Elliot Stabler"
"And my,"
"Olivia Benson,"
"Oh God. You're right."
"I think I am."
"I know you are. I always knew my mother as an Olivia B."
"Oh crap, I'm right," Elliot said, as if he now knew for sure, he was looking at his daughter, and the spitting image of his partner, and best friend.
"He better hurry," Savannah said, still staring at the man who could possibly be her father.
"Who better hurry?"
"My Papaw, Don. He's getting the DNA results," Savannah pinched herself. She had to be asleep. There was no way this was going on. "I wanna know for sure, with evidence, that you people are my parents."
"Smart girl."
"Thanks."
"Did you say your 'papaw Don'?" that part had just hit Elliot.
"Yeah, uh, that's what I call him. It means grandpa."
More awkward silence.
"Holy Crap."
"I'm sorry? What's wrong?" Savannah asked her "Father". Father? She had to be asleep, she thought.
"If you're Don's granddaughter, Holy Crap!" Liv? Liv is Cragen's daughter? Now he thought he was asleep.
"Not biologically."
"Huh?"
"Not Biologically. I'm not biologically related... I think," Savannah replied to the man who had her eyes.
"Oh. Oh okay, that makes sense. So, Savannah right," Elliot asked the miniature version of Olivia.
"Yessir, it's Savannah. Savannah Lynnette fill- in- the- blank," the girl answered, not feeling dead anymore.
"Well Savannah, I think were gonna need to get better acquainted,"
"I think so too," Savannah smiled. A very Olivia smile.
next chapter if you want it: DNA results, a father/daughter walk through central park, and where is Liv? all that and more of you want it! review for me! i like suggestions and CONSTRICTIVE criticism (telling someone they should kill temselves is not constructive criticism by the way)