Elliot's point of view

After dropping my son Sean off at his friend Derek's parents' home because he was planning to catch a ride with Derek and his father to their hockey game the next morning, I head to Mercy General Hospital to sit with Liv, who had taken our daughter there about an hour ago.

Liv wouldn't tell me back at the precinct why she wanted to bring our daughter to the hospital, but I had a pretty good guess.

Trent must have abused our daughter in some way while she lived with him and Melanie.

I pull my burgundy sedan into one of the parking spots near the north side emergency entrance of the hospital and climb out of the car.

I'm walking towards the sliding emergency room doors when I suddenly notice my older brother, a doctor here, walking towards me.

"Hey, little bro."

"Hey there, Mike. Have you seen Olivia around here in the past half hour by any chance?"

"Well, I just finished a double shift, but I saw her sitting inside in the waiting room with a teenage girl (whose) hair was brown. Was she working on a case or something?"

I cleared my throat before answering.

"Actually, the teenage girl you saw with Liv was Tristan."

"Tristan, is that you? My niece Tristan? You finally found her?"

I nod my head yes then explain to my brother how Susan had shown up in Liv's squad room earlier this afternoon asking for her.

"Mike, do you remember that guy I was buddies with during my last couple of years of high school? His name was Trent Parker."

Mike thinks for a moment.

"Yeah, I do. You and him were on the football team together back then. Olivia was also friends with his sister. Melanie, I think her name was. Was he the one that kidnapped my niece?"

"Yeah. Well, he's apparently had a thing for Liv since way back when we were in high school together. Seems he was pissed and hurt that Liv chose me over him. I guess he wanted her to hurt the same way he was hurting or something like that and that was why he took Tristan away from us."

"Wow. That seriously sucks, man. Well, I hate to have to run but I gotta get home to my fiancée. Maybe I'll come by your house one day soon though. Also, would you mind if I were to call Mom and let her know that Tristan is now back with you and Olivia?"

"Yeah sure, man. I'd really appreciate that. Say hey to Chloe from me and Liv too, will ya?"

"I will, man. Take care and I'll see you later."

"See ya, Mike."

I turn as my brother goes to walk to his car and continue making my way into the somewhat busy emergency room.

After showing my badge to the nurse behind the information desk, I ask her if she knows whether or not Sergeant Olivia Benson is still here.

She tells me to head down the hallway to the right of her desk until I come to exam room 8.

Right as I go to knock on the door, it opens and Liv steps out, tears trickling down her beautiful face.

She tries to smile at me through her tears but end up failing.

"El, thank God you're here."

I can clearly see that my beautiful wife is very upset so I take her into my arms and just hold her close as she cries into the crux of my neck.

A few minutes pass before Liv is able to calm herself down enough to where she's able to explain to me how Tristan had told her earlier in her office at the precinct that Trent Parker has been raping her on an almost daily basis for the last 6 months. She went to also explain how the exam that the doctor just performed on our daughters shows that she has indeed been severely sexually abused for about 6 months just like she'd told her mom.

"Our baby girl is so afraid right now, El. She's terrified that since she decided to come to the precinct to try and find us today, Trent might try to hurt not only you and me but also her brother and possibly even Tyler and his family."

Just then, the exam room door opens and Tristan steps out fully dressed, with fresh tears beginning to stream down his face. I immediately open my arms to her and she all but throws herself into them, burying her face into my shirt and begins sobbing.

Seeing my princess cry like she is right now, it's causing my heart to feel like it's broken into a million pieces.

Tristan is only 14 years old, and knowing that someone I once considered a close friend took her away from both myself and her mother for over a decade, hurting her in a way I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, it kills me inside.

I hold my daughter tightly in my arms, trying to make her feel safe while Liv chats with the doctor who did the trauma exam on Tristan earlier. I arrived at the hospital just after that.

I can't help but notice that my daughter's eyes are glued to her mother. It's almost like she's afraid to take her eyes off Liv, and I can kind of understand why.

I whisper to my daughter that I won't let anything bad happen to her mom and that I will also make sure that no one will ever hurt her again.

"I know you will, Dad. I love you."

I smile at my daughter, leaning my head down, and press a kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Liv finishes her conversation with the doctor, then makes her way back over to where I was standing, holding our daughter close.

"Why don't we three head for home now? We can maybe order something to eat and maybe watch a movie?"

"That sounds nice too, Mama. Where's Sean though?"

I smile at my daughter's concern for her twin. It's really heartwarming to see how quickly she's become a protective sister to him. I've always believed deep down that the two of them would have been fiercely protective towards each other had Tridtan not been taken from us all those years ago.

"Well, Sean is actually spending the night over at his friend Derek's house tonight. They play hockey together and there's a game tomorrow morning at 11:30. Would you like to go to the game with me and your mom so you can see him play?"

Tristan smiles and nods his head yes.

"I would love to go see Sean play hockey with you and Mama tomorrow. I bet he's really good at it."

Liv chuckles at our daughter's assumption that her twin is good at playing hockey. It's nice to see that both my wife and daughter are making an effort to try and be happy despite the trauma and pain that the latyer has been trying to deal with by herself for the past six months.

"Hey, El. I just had an idea. Why don't you make a couple of your world-famous homemade pizzas instead of us ordering something for our dinner tonight?"

"That's a really great idea, babe. I'd have to get a few things from the grocery store before I could make the pizzas. Why don't you and Tristan head on home and get her settled in while I run to the store real quick?"

"Sounds good, babe. We'll see you in a bit."