Truth And Deception

(Chapter Six: Desperation & The Honeymoon In Vegas)

A few hours later Elliot and Olivia met up with Alice Johnson at her country club for brunch. She was a petite woman with silvered hair and a few years older than Serena.

"You said on the phone that you wanted to talk about Serena Benson?"

"Yes," Olivia said quickly flashing her identification hoping that the woman wouldn't ask to see it again.

"Did they ever catch that monster?"

Olivia looked at Elliot.

"He's in prison, ma'am. We are actually investigating another man, a man named David. He may have been a boyfriend or someone she once had an affair with," Elliot waited patiently for his answer but the woman just blinked the shifted her attention to Olivia.

"You look like her, you know?"

"Who?" Olivia asked pretending she didn't already know the answer to the question.

"You mother, dear."

Olivia was quiet for a moment as tears began to rise in her eyes.

"The two of you were close."

"She was my best friend all the way through college. I was there with her the day you were born."

"You were?"

The woman nodded and winked.

"She was such a beautiful baby," she said looking at Elliot.

"I'm sure she was," he replied looking back at Olivia.

"I need to know who my father is."

"Oh my, Serena said she had explained this to you. She was attacked, raped and got pregnant. That man in prison who raped her is you father honey."

"No, he isn't."

"I'm afraid so."

Olivia took a deep breath and sighed. She was getting tired of always running in circles.

"Who is David?" She laid one of the letters on the table in front of them. The woman stared at her with a blank look. "Who is David?"

"I don't know any David."

Olivia felt a warm tear slide down her face, but she wasn't done yet. She would interrogate this woman with every last breath she had in her if is got her the information she needed. This woman was messing with the wrong people to be playing games. She obviously wasn't thinking about the fact that they interrogated people for a living. And Olivia had gotten quite used to getting her way.

Another deep breath and Olivia stared at the letter for a minute. Obviously she was going to have to play hardball. She stared at the letter until she could feel the tears as they poured harder down her face. Here goes nothing, she thought as she shifted her puppy dog eyes to look at the old woman.

"Please help us," she almost gasped. "I need to know who my father is."

It took everything she had in her to allow herself to cry like this in front of a complete stranger. She had trained herself not to long ago. Infact it wasn't until the last couple of years she had even allowed Elliot to see her cry.

"Your mother said that man was your father. I don't see how David had anything to do with this."

"You do know him?"

"I did. I have not heard anything from him in ages. Last I heard he was still back in New York."

"Who is he?"

"We had another friend in school. The three of us were close, Marjorie. She was a doll. David was her boyfriend."

"What was David's last name? I need to speak with him."

"Oh, I don't know. That was a thousand years ago. Besides, David wasn't his real name. It was a nickname or a middle name or something. But that was the only name Serena and I knew him by."

Olivia exhaled and wiped more tears away, but this time the tears were real.

"I have to find this man. He is the only one who might know who my father is."

"Honey, Serena was my best friend. We didn't keep secrets. She came to me the day they man attacked her and told me about the rape. Six weeks later she told me about her pregnancy. I was the one who talked her in to keeping the baby, you. She was going to have you and put you up for adoption. There weren't a lot of choices for unwed mothers back then. But she loved you. She was proud of you. I moved here just after I got married. You were about three, I think. Such a cute little thing with dark curls and your mama's brown eyes. You were Serena's daughter. Few people knew the truth of your father, it wasn't the kind of thing that you announce. So we just didn't talk about him."

"But he isn't my father. There is no way he could be. She didn't have a boyfriend or…or was there some other guy named David? Do you have any pictures of David?"

"No, I lost all of my pictures in our house fire several years back. I'm afraid that is all I know. He got an internship at a police department there in New York, wanted to be a police officer. He was the one who convinced Serena to report the rape."

Olivia raised her head and looked at Elliot with tired eyes.

"Well, thank you for your time ma'am. And if you remember anything else this is my number, please give me a call."

"I will, he's such a nice young man," she said looking at Olivia as if Elliot could no longer hear her because he was standing up.

They walked out to their rental car and climbed inside as Olivia slammed the door and tried not to break down.

"This was a total waste of a trip to California! I should have just called her and let her hang up on me!"

"Maybe not. Do you have your mother's file?"

"Yes," she reached into the back floorboard and opened a file box pulling the file and opening it. "What am I looking for?"

"The precinct she filed the rape report at."

"Got it."

"Does it have a phone number?"

"Umm, here."

Olivia pointed out the number and Elliot dialed it from his cell phone. He asked for information on a man by the first name of David who was an intern during the time Serena had reported the rape. After being on hold for several minutes he closed his phone and exhaled. He turned to look at Olivia as she waited for answers.

"They don't have anyone by that name on record having ever worked there. And he said that around that time they took in dozens of interns a year. It was kind of a trial run before entering the academy to see if they could handle the job."

"So we are nowhere? Great."

Olivia turned to look out the window.

"No, this is not over yet," Elliot said caressing the side of her face with his thumb. "When we get back to New York I am going down there to talk to them. It is a lot harder to blow someone off when they are staring you in the face. Don't give up baby."

She turned and looked into Elliot's eyes so full of love. She smiled and kissed him gently.

Four hours later Olivia wore a white satin evening gown and held a small bouquet of red and white roses as she stood looking into Elliot's eyes repeating her vows. Elliot booked them a beautiful honeymoon suite in a luxury hotel in downtown Las Vegas. Inside were three casinos, two restaurants, live entertainment and a small but beautiful wedding chapel ran by a justice of the peace.

They leaned in and kissed their first kiss as husband and wife. And Olivia had tears in her eyes. She hugged Elliot tight and he kissed her again. He paid the man and lead her by the hand to the elevator and back to their room. He picked her up and carried her over the threshold and laid her softly on the bed.

Olivia laughed as he swooped in and covered her neck and shoulders in kisses. She dropped the rose bouquet into the floor and placed her hands on his face as she kissed him back.

"I love you," she said softly gazing into the cool blue of her husbands eyes.

"I love you too, baby."

"Oh," she said pushing gently against him as she sat up. "I almost forgot. I got something."

"I did too," Elliot said as he got up from the bed and moved across the suite wheeling in the room service cart of iced champagne and fresh strawberries.

Olivia smiled as he popped the cork and it flew across the room.

"I'll be right back," she said walking into the bathroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

"Mrs. Olivia Stabler," she said with a proud smile. "Olivia Benson-Stabler….Detective Olivia Stabler," she smiled. "I like the sound of that." She spun around and opened up the shopping bag she had hidden under the sink.

She slipped off the white gown she had gotten married in. And stepped in to the floor length black satin and lace night gown. The gown had a slit over each hip and a matching black lace thong that was barely visible when she moved just right. She smiled again as she fluffed her curled and neatly pinned hair and reapplied her lip gloss. She misted her most seductive perfume into the air and stepped into the mist. She smiled and blew a kiss to herself in the mirror as she spun back around and walked back out to greet her husband.

Elliot was sitting on the edge of the bed eating a strawberry and sipping from his glass of champagne when a long, tan sexy leg appeared from the other side of the bathroom door. He smiled and raised his eyebrows in amazement as he turned and sat the glass down on the night stand.

A moment later the door opened slowly to reveal the most attractive woman he had ever seen in his life. The woman who was now his wife. Olivia smiled and stared him down with bedroom eyes as she walked slowly toward him.

Elliot raised his hands to rest against her hips as she stopped in front of him and looked down at him. He slid his hands up her legs and across her thighs as they moved around her hips and needed at her backside. He pulled her forward and kissed her flat stomach through the silky material. He kissed his was up and around under her left breast, still above the material.

Olivia tipped her head back and moved her fingers over his short hair. Elliot kissed his way up her chest between her breasts as he dropped the lacy black thong to the floor. Olivia moaned seductively and closed her eyes as he stood up slowly and pulled her body tight against his. She could feel his rock hard erection between them as he gnawed hungrily at the side of her neck.

One swift move and he had her on the bed once more she unbuttoned his white dress shirt and he fumbled with the button and zipper on his black dress pants. He was so turned on by her he had trouble getting his fingers to function well enough to work the zipper on his fly.

Olivia laughed at his attempt to keep it sexy. She moved her fingertips up and down over his bare chest waiting patiently for what he was about to give her.

"Would you like some help?" She almost purred to him.

Elliot rubbed his hand over his face almost embarrassed. He wanted nothing more than to lay her across the bed and give her the most pleasurable sex either of them had ever had consummating their marriage, but he couldn't even get his pants undone.

Olivia sat up and pulled his hips to her as she stared into his eyes. She moved her hand slowly over the top of his pants as she smiled up at him. She was torturing him and loving every second of it.

"Baby please," Elliot gasped as she popped open the button on the top of his pants and slowly reached her hand down the front of them. She moved her hand slowly where neither of them could see it but knew exactly where it was as Elliot groaned half in pain and half in incredible pleasure. She pushed his pants back allowing them to fall at his feet as she slid down his boxers and lowered her mouth over him.

"Oh God," Elliot moaned as she worked her magic. He closed his eyes and took the pin from her hair allowing it to fall around her face. Olivia raised her head to look up at him and Elliot caressed the side of her jaw with his thumb. She reached to the nightstand and finished off his glass of champagne. She smiled back up at him as she sat the empty glass back down and laid back on the bed.

Elliot moved his hand slowly under the slit in the dress as he spread her knees apart. He placed his hand against her ankle and slid it slowly up until he had reached the top. He knelt to the floor and kissed up her leg until he reached the top of the stocking. Olivia closed her eyes tight and gasped clawing at the edge of the mattress as she felt his warm tongue enter her body.

She pressed her bit her lip and whimpered in pleasure, so dangerously close to the edge as Elliot moved one hand over her abdomen and stared up at her. This was his payback for the torture she had just put him through. He brought her so close, then pulled back placing a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh.

Olivia gasped and shook her head at him as he pulled away from her. He smoothed his hands up her thighs once more and rolled down her black stockings before he raised up against her and slowly entered her. Pushing inside just a little then pulling back out again and making her beg for him.

"Baby," she gasped clawing at his chest in an attempt to pull him to her, "please."

"Please, what?"

"Elliot please," she whimpered reaching for him.

He pulled back once more.

"Elll…." she whined almost breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want," he said teasing her.

"You," she gasped.

"Me what?" He asked smoothing his hand down the inside of her thigh.

"You…inside me," she gasped.

And that was it.

Elliot raised up and slid slowly in to her again. This time going all the way inside her causing her to moan out a loud "yes," as she tipped her head back. She closed her knees tight around his waist as he thrust firmly and not too fast inside of her.

She clawed her fingernails down his back and moaned with every move he made. Elliot was right there with her moaning as he kissed her passionately in an attempt to muffle her cries of pleasure. Neither of them had ever had a sexual experience quite like this one. As they gasped and whimpered and moaned and came together.

Elliot fell beside her in the bed and just stared into her eyes. An exhausted Olivia curled up against her husband and fell asleep with her head on his chest. Three hours later they woke up to do it all over again.