Jet spoke quietly. "Before you say anything, you need to hear the truth. From both of us." Olivia looked over at Muncy, confused. " Muncy, Jet, what the hell is going on? Let us out of here!"

"Grace jumped. "I can't do that just yet. Jet is right, the two of you need to talk. And we need to tell you something."

Jet looked at Grace, and grabbed her hand for support before continuing. I'm adopted. Grace is too. I did some research about my birth parents, and I found my birth certificate. It said I had a sister. Grace Muncy. But my parents? Well, their names were listed as Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler.

Olivia and Elliot stared at each other before staring back at the girls, their eyes filling with tears. Elliot reached forward to hold Olivia's shoulder, supporting her silently as she struggled to find her words.

"You're my…our… daughters?" She covered her face with her hands, tears pooling in her brown eyes. "Oh my God!"

She rocked back-and-forth, Elliot's arms wrapping fully around her now. It took him a minute before he spoke. "Jet, I know you hate hugs, but all I wanna do is hug you. I don't know you very well yet, but I'd like to get to know you. I never thought I'd get the chance to meet you, let alone know you. Know what fine people have both grown up to be. And it means the world to me, that you're together, and I know it means the world to your mother as well. We never told anyone about Olivia being pregnant, and we've missed you every day since you were adopted. We celebrate your birthday every year, just the two of us. Even when I was away, I'd light a little candle for you both. It was my way of remembering you, missing you."

Elliot turned and started to cry into Olivia's shoulder. Olivia spoke again then. "My girls… You're absolutely beautiful. Jet, you look so much like I did at your age. And Grace, you have my attitude. My spunk, my drive. Jet you have it too. I want to hear everything about your lives. Everything. At the time, I wanted more than anything to keep the two of you. But I was young, and I wasn't sure I would even know how to be a mother. I wanted what was best for you. And I've always thought about you in the years that have gone by. Every day…Will you… can we hug you?"

Jet spoke again, her usually steady voice unusually unsteady. "Yes, but first, the two of you need to talk. We want our parents back together. So we're going to give you a few moments alone, and will be back in about an hour." Stepping away from the interrogation room, despite their parents' protests, the girls turned and left the precinct, arm in arm, tears in their eyes.

Once the girls are gone, Olivia turns to Elliot,and cries quietly into his chest for a few moments. Then, they lean forward, the two of them, always so in sync and fall into one another. They kiss, a long, passionate kiss, tongues battling for purchase, eyes wide open. Olivia leans her head against Elliot's for a moment, lost in thought.

"When they come back, I guess we should tell them that we've been secretly dating for the last six months, huh?" Elliot laughs, a little throaty laugh before kissing Olivia again and nodding.

"We should. But, since we seem to have a span of interrupted time, and I've always wanted to take you on these desks…" Olivia's brows draw up in surprise. "You can't be serious…"

"Oh, but I am Captain Benson. I'm very serious. Do you know how long I wanted to lay you over these desks and fuck you? Take off your vest, throw off your leather jacket, push down your pants and turn you over, your hands braced on the desk…"

Olivia's eyes turn dark, her brown eyes pooling with desire at the thought. She grinned. "So stop talking and do it detective. Now."

Before she could say another word, Elliot quickly flipped her so that she was facing the mirror, her arms braced on the table in front of her. He nudged her legs apart, and made quick work of her buckle, pushing her pants down to her knees. He pulled himself out of his jeans, pushing his own pants down as well, thankful he chose to go commando today. He slowly ground himself against her, her desire evident, as it coated her thighs before he had even touched her.

"So wet for me captain."

"Fuck me El. Please."

Olivia had a thought before all cohesive thoughts fled from her brain- Thank God she had turned off the cameras in interrogation before going to meet with Bernie.

She braced her arms firmly in front of her, letting out a soft whimper as the head of his cock rubbed against her entrance, teasing her, his fingers tracing her wet heat before plunging into her and eliciting a loud moan from deep in her throat.

Slowly and languidly, Elliot moved, whispering dirty nothings in her ear, telling her all the times over the years he'd pictured them doing exactly this, his movements becoming faster and more frenzied as he spoke, her throaty moans urging him on.

He raised his hands up to cup her breasts over her shirt, thumbs twisting over her hardened nipples under the fabric, before pushing her shirt up and her bra cups down and cupping the bare flesh.

Olivia rocked her hips back against him, their moans in sync as they both came, breathing heavily.

Once they had gotten their breathing under control and clothes back in place, Elliot placed a quiet kiss on her lips, turning her to face him.

They stood there for a long while after, arms around each other, just holding one another, the dim light of the interrogation room casting a soft glow on their heated skin. They would face all that was yet to come. Together.