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Olivia walked down the hall toward Avery's apartment, when she heard yelling. She slowly walked up to her door, realizing the noise was coming from inside Avery's apartment. Olivia, knowing it was wrong to listen, went against her better judgement and listened anyway. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" she heard Sara ask through the door. "Away from here" she heard Avery yell back. Olivia backed away from the door when she heard someone grab the doorknob. She quickly turned to walk away, but the door openeed before she could take a step. "Detective?" Olivia turned around to see Avery standing in her doorway, shocked. She gasped when she saw the teen. Avery had a busted lip, bruises on her face, and bruising her neck, similar to the ones Jeffrey Osborne left on Olivia a few nights earlier.

"Avery, hi" she said, feeling awkward about the situation. "What are you doing?" the teen asked, confused as to why the detective was standing in front of her door. "I needed to ask you a few more questions-" "Get back here you bitch!" Avery closed her eyes as she slammed the door shut behind her. Olivia looked at the teen sympathetically. She remembered when she was young, and how her mother used to treat her the same way. "Sorry about that" Avery said, slightly embarrassed at how her mother was acting. "It's ok. Is there any place we could go to talk in private?" She watched as Avery looked at the floor and stayed quiet. Feeling the need to help, Olivia placed her hand on Avery's back, urging her to come along with her. "Come on, I'll buy you something to eat."

Olivia sat quietly across from Avery, staring at the injuries on her face, but careful not to let the teen notice her looking. She watched as Avery took a bit of her sandwhich she had ordered. "Olivia?" Olivia looked up, taking a bite her salad. "Thank you, but you didn't have to buy me lunch." Olivia swallowed the food in her mouth and wiped her face with a napkin. "It's no problem Avery." She smiled before she continued speaking. "Avery," she started, putting down her fork and placing her head on her hands for support, "where did you get all those, injuries?" Avery looked up, shocked at the question, but tried to act as if she didn't know what the detective was talking about. "What do you mean?" She kept her eyes glued to the table, too afraid to make eye contact. "Your lip. Your face." Olivia reached over the table and lightly brushed the back of her hand over Avery's bruises, causing the young girl to flinch.

Avery stayed quiet, but looked up at the detective. Olivia could see the hurt in her eyes, as she began to cry silently. "Did your mother do this?" she whispered, placing a hand on top of the teens. Avery stayed still for a moment, not responding to Olivia. Finally, she nodded, letting a few tears fall down her brusied cheek. "What happened when we left last night?" Avery wiped her face and took a deep breath. "It was my fault. I worried her, so she drank. Then I didn't do as I was told, so I was punished." Olivia let out a small gasp, as her own eyes began to get teary. "Avery, she doesn't have the right-" "I'm fine detective." Avery took a sip of her water before she placed the cup back on the table. Olivia knew that was a sign that she didn't feel comfortable talking about it, so she changed the subject.

"Avery, Jeffrey Osborne, your attacker, had his arraignment this morning." Avery looked up at the detective, confused. "Didn't I have to be there? I mean, shouldn't I have to testify at the arraignment?" Olivia looked at her, slightly confused herself. "How do you know how court works?" "Well, when I was younger there was something that happened at my school. They had a police officer come over and talk to us, and to be honest I was facinated with him. So, last year I started learning law and criminology. Gave me something to do over the summer, kept me out of trouble with my mom." Olivia looked down at her half empty plate when Avery mentioned her mom. Olivia knew that in time, she would trust her enough to tell her more information, so she didn't push Avery.

"That's very impressive. I can tell you that's how I got into the whole police thing" she said, referring to her own drunk mother. Olivia, knowing Avery would question her comment, continued before the teen could speak. "So, I talked to ADA Cabot this morning, and they want you to testify." Olivia watched as Avery took another sip of her water, not surprised at what the detective was asking. She knew enough criminology to know how a trial went, and she wasn't going to let the man who hurt her get away. "I know it'll be tough, having to relive that moment, in front of all those people, but you have to do it Avery. I never met a victim who was sorry they testified, but I know plenty who wished they had." Avery nodded. "I'll do it. I want him punished for what he did." Olivia smiled, trying to hold back tears. "Even if my mom wants me to stay way from you guys" she added. "Avery," Olivia began, becoming slightly annoyed and aggravated with Sara, "what exactly is your mother's-" "deal? It's alright detective." Olivia watched as Avery began to fumble with her hands, playing with a ring on her left ring finger. "My mom's a single parent, I never knew who my father was. She said he walked out on her when she told him she was pregnant. She usually tells people to call her Sara, because 'Miss Taylor' makes her seem old. She usually has a different guy each week, so most of the time I stay out her way." Olivia looked at Avery, shocked to her sudden confession. "Which is why I wear this" she added, showing Olivia the ring she had previously been playing with. "It's a little reminder to not be like my mom and sleep around with every guy possible. My drama coach, who was like a father to me, gave it to me and made me promise to know what I was getting into before having sex. I know it sounds a little cheesy, possibly stupid, but oh well." Olivia let out a small smile, trying to hide how guilty she felt. True, she had slept with a few guys, but not as much as Avery had described. At least she didn't get pregnant and not know who the father was.

Olivia knew she was gaining Avery's trust, so she decided to test it. "So, you weren't out with a guy Monday night?" Avery looked up and shook her head. "Avery, what were you doing at David Ramirez's house Monday night?" Olivia looked up and caught the teen's eyes with her own. Sooner or later she would have to break her, and she thought it would be best for both of them if she got it over with. The two sat in silence, only staring at each other. Olivia let out a small sigh. Normally this would work, but Avery was strong, and stubborn, almost as much as Olivia was herself. "I told you" she finally said after intense silence, "I had the wrong apartment." "You just happened to be there the moment he was attacked and murdered." Avery looked up at the detective, who didn't seem to be convinced. "I know it sounds bad, but I had nothing to do with that man's death." Avery rubbed her forehead and ran a hand through her hair as she heard Olivia sigh. She opened her eyes to see Olivia pulling out her wallet. "Come on, let's get you home" she said, as she placed a few tens on the table.

Olivia walked up to the apartment with Avery, much to her dismay. She had said she wanted to make sure she got home safely, but they both knew that was a lie. In truth, Olivia wanted to check the apartment for any signs of an alcohoic mother, after all, she would know all the signs. "Thanks for everything Detective Benson, but you didn't have to walk me to the door." Olivia watched as Avery put her key in the door and unlocked it. Before Avery could stop her, Olivia walked through the dood and confirmed her theory. From where she stood, she could see at least a dozen liquor bottles, all empty.

"Olivia?" Avery asked, still trying to take her key out of the lock. Knowing Olivia knew, Avery quickly tried to cover for her mother. "I was supposed to clean those." Olivia looked at Avery as she walked into the kitchen. She was about to speak when the two heard the phone ring. Olivia watched as Avery made no attempt to answer it. Finally the ringing stopped and the two heard the beep of the answering machine, followed by Sara's voice. "Avery! Where the hell are you?!? You were supposed to pick-" Avery quickly picked up the phone and just as quickly, slammed it back onto the reciever, hanging it up, just to quiet her mother's voice. She then watched as Olivia looked around the apartment. She seemed to be observing every detail, taking mental notes, and Avery noticed that every so often Olivia would sigh, as if reliving a painful memory. What was unknown to Avery, was Olivia was reliving a painful memory. Everytime she saw a liquor bottle she saw her mother, drinking both their lives away. She leaned agains the wall and closed her eyes, continually thinkg about, and remembering her mother and teenage life.

Avery walked up to Olivia, who was so caught u in her memories she didn't notice the teen calling her name. "Detective? Olivia?" Olivia took a deep breath, which hitched in her throat, nearly bringing her to tears. "Olivia" Avery said again, this time putting her hand on the detective's arm. Olivia was quickly brought back to reality by the feeling of a hand on her arm. She looked over and saw Avery, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you ok?" It took Olivia a moment to respond. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine" she said, wiping her eyes free of a few tears. Avery raised her eyebrow. This time it was her turn to be unconvinced. Olivia looked at Avery and smiled. It made her happy to know that she cared about the detective. In all her years as a cop, none of the victims cared about Olivia, or even bothered to thank her after the case, and she never cared for them as much as she did for Avery. But she knew it was wrong. It was wrong to get attached to her, after all, when the case was over, she'd probably never see Avery again.

Avery watched as Olivia took a deep breath and headed towards the door. She took out a small care and wrote something on the back. "If you ever need me" she said as she reached the door, "here's my number. Call me any time, because I know what it's like." With that Olivia handed Avery the card, left the apartment, and disappeared down the hall, leaving a slighly confused Avery.

Uh-oh, Miss Benson is becoming a little too attached? What will Elliot say? What will Sara do when she finds out? What does Fin find out that changes the investigation and what will happen to Avery?

All will be explained future chapters if you want me to continue.

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