Protégé

A/N: A Protégé update just in time for the weekend. We've been living in the honeymoon phase, in this story, now shit's gonna get real. You've been warned. Longer Chapter, thank you for your patience. Also I REALLY don't think the second TW is needed but Tony told me to add it just in case, but truly if you blink you'll miss it, and it really borders on that area anyways, and it's not overly descriptive either. Anyways happy reading!

TW: Mentions of a case that contained rape, NO mentions of the rape itself, or any details.

TW 2: Very mild description of a sexual experience containing very mild butt-ish play/stimulation between a man, and a woman, if you have any problems with this area don't read this Chapter after Saturday Morning.

Disclaimer: I still don't own SVU… I don't know why?

Chapter 51

Saturday Noon, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Manhattan, Summer 2013

"Why don't we go up to my daughter's apartment? It's a bit more private than having a conversation here on the sidewalk, don't you agree?" Serena suggested in a tone that let him know it was not a suggestion at all.

"Oh we're gonna have a conversation are we? As in you're going to let me talk too?" Elliot replied, moving to open the front door to Olivia's building, even going so far as to hold it open for the no nonsense woman.

Together they walked through the foyer, and Elliot watched as she hit the button for the elevator. He sat down on a bench in the lobby, with his messenger bag. The door opened and Serena stepped on, she turned to face him, frowning when he remained seated, "Aren't you coming? I don't have all day, let's go!"

Elliot shook his head, and crossed his arms over his broad chest, "This will do."

Serena raised a thin eyebrow, but stepped back into the spacious lobby, she looked around but could see no other tenants around, "Fine, I suppose this is better than the street."

"Do you want to have a seat?" Elliot asked, and held his hand out, gesturing to one of the chairs beside the bench which he still resided on.

"No need this won't take long," Serena gave him a tight lipped smile, while maintaining the superior position, looking down at him.

"Uhhh'kay," Elliot mumbled, sensing their conversation was not going to go well.

"I'll make this quick…" Serena paused to let him fill in his own name.

"Elliot," he muttered unable to look Serena in the eyes, he focused on a point in the corner of the lobby instead.

Serena nodded, "Elliot," she continued, "I don't know what kind of arrangement you have with my daughter, but," Elliot watched as she pulled something from her purse, "I'm willing to pay double what she's giving you for you to walk away now, no messy goodbyes, no questions asked, so what's your number?"

Elliot furrowed his bushy brows, "Wait you think Liv is paying to date me?"

"Date you, screw you, go with her to events as arm candy, whatever you want to call it," she waved her hand with a pen in it dismissively, "How much?"

"You think Olivia Benson is giving me a check to do those things with her?" Elliot spoke slowly, wanting to make sure he understood what this woman was suggesting, "A cop who would pay for company? Sex?"

"Maybe she's not handing you a check as I'm about to, but yes I do think she's currently footing the bill for your life, dinners, shopping trips, jewelry, hell you even have her looking at new apartments, instead of mooching off my daughter for the foreseeable future, I'm going to give you a one-time lump sum for you to disappear. And it'll be more than enough money for you to live comfortably for the rest of the year, or until you can find a new foolish idiot to take advantage of, a hundred sound good to you?" Serena proposed.

Elliot snorted, redirecting his gaze back to the corner of the room, "A hundred dollars wouldn't even be enough to get me to leave her alone for an hour-"

"A hundred thousand," Serena clarified as she wrote the check.

Elliot's mouth opened in surprise, as she ripped the check out of her book, and dropped it on his lap.

Elliot looked up at her, narrowing his steely blue gaze, "You have no idea do you?"

"About what?" Serena folded her arms across her chest.

"How amazing she is?"

"Who, Olivia?" Serena waved her hand again, "Nonsense, I promise you that kind of girl is a dime a dozen, there's millions of them out there."

"Yes Olivia, your daughter," he stressed the last word in his sentence. "And a million, are you crazy? She's one in a million! I could travel the entire globe, and never find another woman like her!"

Elliot stood up, letting the check flutter to the floor, "And as for that amount of money," he pointed at the piece of paper at his feet, "I would pay that, and 10x more just for the chance to date her, to screw her, to be her arm candy at any God damn event, as you so elegantly put it!"

Elliot stomped past the flabbergasted woman, and bounded up the stairs, two at a time, needing to put as much distance between himself, and the horrible monster, that somehow produced the beautiful creature he was in love with.

Serena was stunned, she assumed he would have taken the money and run, but her daughter didn't need to know that he didn't. Just as she had gotten rid of other men in her daughter's life, she just had to figure out what Elliot held dear to his heart, and then threaten to take it away from him.

Serena walked outside and dialled her daughter's number.

Saturday Afternoon, Captain Olivia Benson's Office, 16th Precinct Manhattan SVU, Summer 2013

"I'm so sorry," Olivia stated the moment he answered his phone.

She had received a call from her Mother telling her that she gave Elliot a test, that Elliot gave her back the check for one hundred thousand, before he demanded more money.

Olivia didn't believe a word out of her Mother's mouth, but she was concerned that maybe her Mother's antics were too much for him.

"Don't be, you and I both know we have no control over our parents," Elliot replied, putting her mind at ease.

"How's the case?" he inquired, hoping to take her mind off her Mother for a moment, all this unnecessary stress couldn't be good for her, or their growing baby.

"Ughhh, sorry that's why it's taken so long for me to call, been talking to Avery a lot, trying to reassure her, you know how it is," Olivia rubbed the side of her forehead, she could feel the anxiety coursing through her body.

"Anything I can do?" Elliot asked sadly, even though he was catching up on the case notes, he still wasn't officially back to work until a day later. He wondered how Olivia would make out once he and Carisi left? She was used to having a full staff, in the near future she'd be down not one but two Detectives, would they bring in somebody new?

"Not yet, in fact I'm just about to leave to come home, we're waiting on DNA results from her sheets, there's nothing more I can do here right now, I just wanted to call you before I left," Olivia explained.

"Well unless you want me to leave, I'll be here when you get home," Elliot declared happily.

"Mmmm, sounds good, I'm tired and achy after the last couple days-"

"And I'm sure I didn't help by getting you up at the crack of dawn today, how can I make it up to you?" Elliot was willing to do anything to alleviate some of the stress on his girlfriend's shoulders.

"Mmmm, just be there when I get home, just… be you," Olivia sighed.

"I can do that," Elliot replied in a gravelly tone, her words, and the meaning behind them, caused him to get choked up.

"How 'bout I throw in a massage too for good measure?" Elliot tried to give her something relaxing to look forward to on her drive home.

"Deal, I gotta go, Fin had just knocked on her office door, I'll see you soon."

"'Kay drive safe, love you two," Elliot expressed, feeling warm and content inside.

"We love you too," Olivia smiled as she hung up her phone.

"Stabler?" Fin asked as he took a seat in front of her desk.

"Yes, I'm heading home, you want a ride?" Olivia began packing up the things she'd need for the rest of the weekend, hoping she wouldn't have to work on Sunday too, she really needed a day to sleep in, and decompress.

"You sure?" when Fin saw Olivia nod he stood up, "'Aight, I'm ready when you are."

Ten minutes later Fin found himself driving the pair of them home in Olivia's car, his Captain seemed a bit more tired than usual, he figured growing a baby would do that, but she also appeared to be distracted by something.

"Out with it," Fin prompted as they sat at a red light.

Olivia turned her head to look at her colleague, "I'm sorry?"

"What's got you stuck in your head?" Fin pressed.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I know you Benson," Fin said with a small shrug.

"My Mother-"

"Oh boy, what's Serena done now?"

"She corned Elliot at my apartment in the lobby this morning, and offered him a hundred k to disappear," Olivia informed him.

"Fuck, that's messed up! What'd he do?" Fin was genuinely curious how the young Detective handled the elder Benson woman, he didn't know Stabler well, but what he did know of the two, he felt Serena would eat the poor kid for lunch.

"I'm assuming he told her to fuck off, albeit in a nicer way, she called me right after, told me he wouldn't take the one hundred thousand dollar check-"

"Well that's probably true," Fin nodded, feeling that the story checked out so far.

"Oh no no, he didn't take that check, he demanded another one for more money," Olivia continued.

Fin frowned, he still didn't know Elliot very well, but he trusted Olivia's instincts, and he didn't really believe Serena's side of the story. But a nagging part of his brain thought that even if there was a 1% chance that her story was true, he needed to find out, not for himself, but for the woman beside him who he considered a sister, and the little niece or nephew that would be coming into their world in a few months.

"Of course I didn't believe a word out of her mouth…" Olivia rambled on in the passenger seat as Fin found a space close to their building.

Together they walked in through the airy entrance way, "Are you okay?" Olivia asked when he didn't get on the elevator with her.

"Um yeah yeah you go ahead, imma grab my mail," Fin pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

"You sure?" Olivia put her hand out to stop the doors from closing, "I can hold it-"

"Naw, you go, I know you can't wait to get home," Fin smiled and turned around walking towards the mailboxes.

"See you Monday morning!" Olivia called as she let the doors close.

"And not a minute sooner!" Fin exchanged smiles with her. He waited a moment to make sure the elevator was climbing upwards before making his move. He walked down a hallway that lead to the apartment manager's office.

Saturday Afternoon Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Manhattan, Summer 2013

"Hey that you Liv?" she heard from her kitchen when she entered her apartment.

"Who else would it be?" she questioned as she rid herself of her shoes, and purse.

"Didn't know if your Mom came back to take a different approach to getting rid of me," Elliot shrugged before he placed both his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into his body. She burrowed her face into his neck, and he kissed her cheek and hair as he held her close.

"She doesn't have a key, and I can't be certain but, I don't think she knows how to pick a lock," Olivia mumbled, Elliot could feel the vibrations against his skin.

"Long day?" he spoke quietly, holding her close as he rubbed her back.

"And it's only two o'clock," Olivia closed her eyes, she really wasn't tired physically, but she was exhausted emotionally.

"Hungry?" Elliot wanted to provide her with anything he could.

"No Nick ran out and got us lunch, I'm good for now," she said as she leaned back, holding him underneath his arms.

"What do you wanna do?" Elliot would give her anything she wanted.

"Can we just curl up in bed and watch some TV?" Olivia asked, she was feeling vulnerable after what her Mother had done earlier, she knew she had no reason to doubt Elliot whatsoever, but she was in need of some love, and reassurance from her boyfriend.

Elliot nodded, "Let's get you changed into something more comfy, then we'll cuddle, find a Golden Girl's marathon to binge yeah?"

Olivia used the washroom as Elliot set up her bedroom, he had previously showered and changed after his run-in with Serena. Her apartment was cool, the A/C being put to use, he placed a glass of ice water on both tables beside her bed, pulled down her sheets, propped some pillows up against her headboard, found a Golden Girl's episode playing, and waited.

Olivia came out of her bathroom a few minutes later, she had ditched her light button up blouse, and dropped it in her hamper as she passed it, leaving her in a baby blue bra, and the slacks she had changed into when she went straight to work after their apartment tour that morning.

Her badge was still fastened to them as she undid her belt, and opened a drawer. She pulled out a large t-shirt of his, and a pair of panties, tossing them both on the foot of the bed. Lastly she removed her badge and emptied her pockets, leaving her phone on her dresser too, she didn't want to be disturbed.

Elliot stood and met her at the end of the bed, he crouched in front of her and grabbed the lip of her pants, pulling them down her legs, he felt her place her hands on his shoulders for balance, as he removed her pants from each of her feet.

Elliot looked up once he was done, and placed his hands on her hips, he kissed her belly once, and stood to his full height. He grabbed his t-shirt off the bed, and pulled it over her head, allowing her arms to poke their way through the sleeves, it was too big for her, and it immediately fell off one shoulder.

Olivia reached behind her and unclasped her bra, never taking her eyes off of Elliot, who had snatched up the panties she had left on her bed.

He squat down in front of her again, as she discarded her bra, he pulled down the panties she had on, and with her hands back on his shoulders for support, he slowly worked the clean pair up her long tanned legs.

He couldn't help thinking Serena Benson was bat shit crazy, he would give every dollar he would ever make, just to be able to do this again.

He stared up at Olivia, she was everything to him, pregnant or not, even if they couldn't have biological children together, he'd be happy adopting as many as they'd let them. He wanted everything with her, every milestone that people spoke of, he wanted to experience with her. Living together, getting promoted, getting engaged, children, marriage, puppy training, vacations, sleep deprivation, first days of school, graduations, retirements, birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, he didn't want to go a single day without her in his life. Births, weddings, sadly even funerals, he wanted to be there for her, for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Olivia gulped and slipped her hand up the back of his head, scratching her nails against his scalp. His hands felt wonderful as they made their way up her legs. He pulled her panties up, and over the swell of her ass. The shirt she was wearing bunched on top of his head, allowing him to kiss her bare stomach one more time.

Despite the state of their dress, or undress in their case, their actions and responses were not sexual. This wasn't foreplay, it was intimacy, and passion. Connecting with one another, forging their bond, providing comfort to each other, a safe haven.

Elliot guided them to her bed, he sat propped up against her headboard, in a thin white undershirt, and blue basketball shorts. She made herself comfortable, laying on her side, leg tossed over his lap, she rested her head on his chest, while he wrapped one arm around her back, the other held hers against his stomach.

His hand on her back trailed down until his fingers met skin, his shirt rode up, leaving her lower back, and butt exposed to the nice cool air. He could see the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out of her cheeky panties.

Elliot felt Olivia lift their intertwined hands, and rest them on top of her belly. He wondered if their child could feel the warmth of their touch through her skin, or the amount of love surrounding them.

Olivia tipped her head back, "Thank you for this, it's exactly what I needed, I love you."

"Mmmm anytime," Elliot hummed against her lips, as he dipped his chin down to kiss her, "Love you too."

Together the couple slowly began to relax, as they lost themselves in the timeless comedy. They were just starting a new episode when Olivia began to feel restless. Elliot's hand had kept up a constant stroking pattern on her skin, and with every breath she inhaled the scent that uniquely belonged to her younger lover. Her Doctor had advised her that her body would be going through a series of changes, one minute she could be craving pizza, and ice cream, the next should could be craving her boyfriend. She wasn't kidding when she told her Doctor that sometimes just catching a whiff of his cologne could get her going, as it was in that moment.

She kept her leg sprawled over his, tangling them together, it opened her up, allowed her core to rub against his outer thigh. She left his hand on her stomach and began tracing along the indentations of his abs, which she could make out through his thin undershirt.

Olivia had to give him credit, she had expected him to pounce on her the minute she walked out of the bathroom with no shirt on. And again when she undressed, but all he did was help her put fresh clothes back on. Even now, he wasn't hard just from their light touching, either he was enraptured by Rose, Blanche, Sophia, and Dorothy, or he was trying to maintain some self control, especially after the way she was able to make him come undone a couple nights ago, using nothing but her voice, and image.

She was happy about the strides he had made, but right now she was the one losing control, and she needed her boyfriend to do something about it.

She tugged his neckline a little lower, and placed a couple quick soft kisses down his throat, and across his exposed collarbone.

While continuing to slowly kiss every inch of his neck, she inched her hand up his shirt, tracing his torso with her fingers. His pecs, and abdomen were hard, yet his skin was soft and warm beneath her hand. She swiped at his nipple, circulating the small tip until it was a hard pebble.

"Liv?" Elliot whispered between them.

Olivia immediately removed her hands, and rolled over onto her back, she covered her face, "Shit, fuck El I'm sorry!"

What was wrong with her? Here they were trying to enjoy a relaxing afternoon together, and she had to jump his bones.

Elliot slipped down the bed, and rolled onto his side, removing one of her hands from her eyes so that they were face to face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he pleaded.

Olivia shook her head, and closed her eyes in embarrassment.

It didn't take long for Elliot to realize what she wanted. Her skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat had broken out over her golden tanned skin, she was breathing heavier, her nipples were straining against his shirt, and he could see a damp spot already forming on her panties.

"You feeling restless?" Elliot inquired.

Olivia nodded.

"You wanna come?" he asked, he wasn't teasing her as he spoke softly, he just wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

Again she nodded, but still she didn't use her voice.

"I got you Olivia," Elliot gave her a chaste kiss, then moved to the end of the bed. He grabbed her legs, and pulled, causing her to shout his name, not expecting the sudden move.

He maneuvered them until she was laying flat, and he crawled over her body, "Beautiful, beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful, up," he commanded, until she lifted her hips so he could pull the teasing panties down her legs. They showed just enough of her ass to keep his attention permanently diverted.

"El, pl-" Olivia started.

"Sh, sh, shhhh, I got you, don't worry," Elliot tried to calm her down, to reassure her.

And he meant it. He knew he was the luckiest son of a bitch to be in the position that he was, literally and figuratively, and he was going to make sure he gave her everything she needed.

With her legs slung over his back, and her heels resting against his t-shirt covered shoulder blades, he used one hand to spread her folds apart, exposing her slick slit to the cool air.

Elliot licked his lips, "Perfect, absolutely perfect," he exhaled softly, his warm breath hitting her between her legs.

Olivia was surprised how tender he was being, she expected him to dive in, he was often very enthusiastic when performing this particular sexual act.

This time he moved slowly, his actions purposeful and calculated. He kissed her stomach, below her bellybutton and worked his way down. He paused at the apex of her mound, mouthing the skin, he slipped his tongue out, and pressed down until it hit the top of her clit.

There was only one way to describe what he was doing to her body, he was worshipping her. He was trying to show her how priceless she was to him.

"Fucking hell," the words were ripped from her throat, she clawed at her sheets with one hand, and covered her eyes with the other. He was making love to her with his mouth. His tongue was rounding her clit, but not in a teasing way. He was building her up, and applying the perfect amount of pressure, keeping his promise. If she wasn't so far gone she would've been more embarrassed at the squelching sound that came from her vagina as he easily slipped two fingers past her entrance. He piston them in and out, making sure to curl them up, to rub along her front wall.

"Ahhh Elliot," Olivia shouted as her back snapped and she brought both hands down on the mattress beside her hips. She bucked against his chin, when he repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside her. "Ah ah ahhhhhh," Olivia moaned, she clamped her legs closed squeezing his head between her thighs, the sensation was too much. She finally got her wish, feeling his scruff rub against her inner thighs, it added another dimension, another spark to her already overly sensitive body.

The next time he pulled out, he squeezed three fingers into her core, while switching his tongue from rubbing circles around her bundle of nerves, to flicking it up and down quickly and as hard as he could. Between the stimulation to her clit, and his fingers pounding her G-spot, her pussy trembled, once, twice, three times before it spasmed out of her control. She scratched and clawed at his upper back and scalp, any part of him her hands could reach.

A warm fluid leaked from her entrance, coating his fingers in even more of her delicious fluid. Elliot glanced up from between her legs to see her chest heaving, his shirt had slipped more during their activities, exposing one of her large perky breasts, her nipple standing up, hard from a combination of arousal and cold air.

"Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ," Olivia muttered incoherently, as she tapped him on the top of his head, "Come up here?" she asked but Elliot shook his head 'No.'

Elliot slipped off her bed, and landed on his knees pulling her with him until her ass was hanging off the bed as well, and her lower body was supported by his strong sturdy shoulders, "Not done with you yet," he confessed.

Despite her sensitivity he had never removed his fingers from her pulsating pussy.

Olivia huffed, "After the shit my Mother pulled on you today I was thinking I'd be the one on my knees."

"Nu-no Liv, love you, so fucking much, wanna show you how much," Elliot explained.

Her juices had dripped from her core, making her especially slick from the top of her waxed mound, all the way down, it had even slipped between her butt cheeks.

Elliot gulped, his mouth, and nose still permeated with her scent and taste. Although they had come a long way sexually together, they had never done much in that particular area, but he was drawn to where a collection of her moisture had pooled.

Moving slowly, and cautiously, and listening for any form of the word 'stop,' he proceeded to follow a similar path that the evidence of her arousal had taken. His tongue ran from her clit, between her slick folds, past the spot he would never get tired of. He knew the moment her senses told her he was trying something new.

Olivia's thighs twitched on his shoulders, and he heard her gasp. He felt her hold her breath as his tongue moved lower, stroking that sensitive tissue between her core, and her butt.

"Ahhh-lliottttttttt," Olivia cried when he dipped his tongue between her cheeks, collecting her juices on his tongue. He swiped his tongue over and around her clenched hole, before moving back up to her perineum.

Olivia squeezed her thighs together, trapping his head again. He could feel her nails digging into his scalp, as he applied pressure to the sensitive skin. She seemed to particularly enjoy that area being stimulated.

Elliot plunged two fingers back into her warmth, marvelling at how tight she was, her walls bearing down on his digits already. Maneuvering his hand he used his thumb to help send her over the edge. He rubbed up and down the side of her engorged clit. He kept his other arm over her lower abdomen, but she was still bucking up against him, her head was thrashing around on the bed as she chanted his name.

Suddenly the room went silent, he watched in amazement as Olivia's body stiffened. Her mouth was open but he could hear nothing but a soft whine escaping from her ruby lips.

Her head was pressed to the bed, her back arched, and he could feel her heels digging into his back.

Inside her walls had clamped around his fingers, freezing them in place, and he could feel her warm fluid dripping past his hand, onto the knees he was kneeling on underneath her.

Elliot slowly removed his mouth from her perineum, and turned his head. He sucked the hot sweaty skin on her inner thigh between his lips. He was sure she'd probably have a mark there tomorrow, along with a bit of a rash from his unshaven face.

As gently as he could, he removed his fingers from her core, and clit, while he waited for her to come back down from her second climax.

Elliot noticed the mess he had caused her to make, but instead of using his mouth which he believed would cause her pain at this point because of how sensitive she was, he whipped off the undershirt he was still wearing, and wiped her lower half.

"El," Olivia moaned, barely raising one arm to beckon him, as she adjusted his shirt, covering her exposed breast.

Elliot smiled, using the skills she had taught him he had practically rendered his Captain speechless.

Elliot took that moment to move both their bodies until Olivia was back on the bed with her head on a pillow. He carefully climbed over her body, pausing to place a few soft kisses onto her belly, "I sincerely pray you slept through that Baby B."

Elliot laid down beside her, happy when she immediately curled her body into his.

"What the fuck Stabler? Were you trying to knock me out? Death by orgasm?" Olivia asked while catching her breath, she still hadn't opened her eyes yet.

"No, but you deserve to be worshipped every day, cherished," he explained in a low tone.

"'Bout you?" she mumbled sleepily as she ran her hand down his abs, trying to find his cock without opening her eyes.

He shook his head gently, "This was about you, showing my appreciation for you, and the amazing woman that you are."

Elliot leaned forward and kissed both her closed eyes, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her smiling lips.

"We nap for a bit?" Olivia inquired, intertwining their legs together.

"Mmhm," Elliot hummed, "Let's rest Captain."

Monday Noon, Captain Olivia Benson's Office 16th Precinct SVU, Manhattan, Summer 2013

Despite a peaceful weekend, with no other run-ins with her Mother, and a boyfriend who went out of his way to please her, Monday morning found her pissed off, and snapping at many employees, including her fresh faced boyfriend.

Fun however decided to chance her wrath, as he had something important he needed to discuss with her.

"Got a minute?" he asked, closing her door and blinds, he needed privacy for this conversation.

"Guess so…" Olivia replied slowly, curious as to what they could possibly need to discuss in such conditions.

Fin handed her a CD, "I think you should see this, better yet, hear it."

Olivia gave him a questioning look but proceeded to slip the disc into her computer.

A video came up on her screen, and she instantly recognized the lobby of their apartment building.

"What is-" Olivia started, but Fin held up his hand, and cut her off.

"I just needed to make sure Stabler is a stand up guy. When you mentioned their interaction took place in the lobby, well I got a copy of the video from our apartment manager. Guess us hassling him for years to install cameras finally paid off for something," Fin explained, as he came around her desk to stand beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Olivia watched, and listened as the unlikely pair came into view. She saw her Mother proposition Elliot, and the incredulous response he had to her words, and actions.

Olivia sighed when the video finished, and handed the CD back to her friend.

"I didn't need that, but thank you for looking out for me," Olivia stated, knowing that was why Fin had done what he did.

"I'm sorry for doubting Stabler, guess he's a good guy," Fin shrugged, and walked back to her office door.

Elliot saw Fin exit his girlfriend's office, and hoped he could do something to cheer her up.

Elliot sighed and walked towards her door with a bottle of apple juice and a bar of chocolate, a weird combination his Captain had begun indulging in. He knocked and waited for her response.

"Come in," she called gruffly.

Elliot entered and closed the door, happy to see the blinds were drawn.

He didn't say anything, and simply placed the items on Olivia's desk, where she sat typing on her computer.

"I'm sorry," she stated unprompted. "I know I'm acting like a bitch today, this case is just-"

"Hey I know, it's okay-"

Suddenly the conference room door banged open and Avery Jordan and Nick came into view. Their voices filled Olivia's office too, as the speaker was currently turned on.

"I-I-I can't do this, can't believe this," Avery paced around the table in the room.

"Ms Jordon, breathe, tell me what happened?" Nick asked kindly.

"I asked Ja-Jason, for a DNA sample, to-told him about my pregnancy, but he-he told me…" Avery broke down, crying as she sat in a chair.

Nick waited patiently, placing some Kleenex beside her. Olivia and Elliot stood on the other side of the glass, listening, waiting to hear what the man she was having an affair with had said to cause this kind of reaction.

"Jason told me he had a vasectomy after their last kid, five years ago, which explains why he wasn't scared the one time his condom broke…" Avery sighed heavily.

"Okay-," Nick begun but Avery cut him off.

"Okay? Okay? Nothing about this is okay! Don't you know what this means?!" Avery stood up, shouting at Detective Amaro.

Nick didn't reply, "It means that I'm pregnant with my rapist's baby," Avery finished the thought out loud that everybody was having.

Olivia closed her eyes, and leaned her forehead against the cool glass.

Elliot shook his head, "Damn, I knew it wasn't likely but still I held out hope-"

"You remember asking me about my Father?" Olivia spoke out of nowhere.

"Uh," Elliot looked confused. Wondering where she was going with this question he replied, "Yeah…?"

"I deflected, I told you not now, it was complicated, we'd talk later," Olivia listed all the different ways she had managed to avoid the topic.

"Yep, I remember so…"

Olivia turned her head back towards the upset woman on the other side of the glass.

"It's not that complicated," Olivia muttered quietly.

Elliot looked at Olivia then Avery. Olivia and Avery. Back and forth his eyes went until he understood the message behind her words.

Olivia wasn't looking at him. She didn't want to see the horror on his face when he realized he was dating someone who came from such monsters.

Elliot stood up straight from where he was leaning against the wall, and grabbed her hand, he tugged on it until there was no room between them.

"Look at me," he commanded, but Olivia simply shook her head and continued to stare at the floor.

"Olivia please?" Elliot practically begged.

When she finally raised her eyes to his she nearly gasped seeing the emotions displayed in them.

"Let me make myself very clear, I don't care who brought you into this world, they could be a serial killer, terrorist, rapist… our parents don't define us, because despite who yours are, you still turned out great," Elliot choked past the lump in his throat.

"Thank you for confiding in me, trusting me-" Elliot started to say but was cut off when Olivia threw her body into his. He held her tight, cupping the back of her head, while his other hand rubbed up and down her back in a soothing manner. She trusted him not only with her past, but with their future.

He moved a hand to press against her hidden belly, "This child, our child, will know nothing but love from us. They'll never go through the struggles and pain that our parents put us through."

Elliot felt her nod against his neck. As he held her for an extended period of time, he also realized the circumstances surrounding Olivia's conception explained a lot about Serena's attitude and behaviour. It didn't excuse it in his book, but he understood now why she treated her daughter the way she did.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on his Captain's door, and they had to separate and get back into work mode. They had never brought Serena's rapist to justice, but Olivia was determined to not let another man get away with the same heinous assault.

Monday Late Afternoon, 16th Precinct Manhattan SVU, Summer 2013

She took a deep breath as she stepped off the elevator onto the 4th floor. She hated coming to this place or any police precinct for that matter, it took her back to the one she went to after her assault, and the officer's who did nothing.

Although she had visited this place less than a handful of times over the years, she still knew her way around, walking quickly with her eyes down towards the Captain's office. She raised her hand to knock, pausing as she read the name on the door, 'Captain Olivia Benson.'

She knocked twice, hearing 'Enter,' through the door, she stepped inside, quickly shutting it behind her.

As uncomfortable as she felt in the building, it would be worth it to her. She needed more info on this Elliot person in order to find out his weaknesses. So she would play nice, apologize to her daughter, and pretend to take a genuine interest in her life, and the scum she let in it.

"Mother?" Olivia stood quickly from her chair, wondering what on Earth the woman was doing in her office.

"Hello darling, I was in the area and… Well to be honest sweetie I don't like how we left things, and with the nature of your job, knowing you could be removed from the face of this planet at any moment… I'm sure you can understand my need to reconcile, hmmm?"

"I ummm," Olivia stuttered, thoroughly confused by her Mother's 180 degree turn from just a couple days ago.

Serena refrained from rolling her eyes at her daughter's inability to form a coherent sentence, it was a pet peeve of hers, stuttering.

"You're a grown woman who can date whoever you want, I'm sure this Elliot must have something more than his body to offer you? Come now," Serena sat down on the couch in Olivia's office and pat the seat beside her, "Tell me about this man you're moving in with," Serena suggested.

Olivia remained frozen in place, and opened her mouth to respond.

There was a knock at her door, and before she could answer, Nick came bursting through it, not spotting the elder Benson perched on the couch beside him.

"Hey we may have caught a break, Munch is just checking it out but, Stabler was going through some old-"

Olivia's eyes widened as she saw the scene play out in front of her in slow motion, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it, as Elliot came into the room behind Amaro.

She turned her gaze to see her Mother's eyes practically fall out of her head, seeing the man she had been building a life with, walk into her office, dressed in a suit, gun on his hip, Detective's badge proudly displayed.

"Amaro, come here we were wrong," Munch called from the bullpen, as Nick turned, pushing past Elliot to leave the three of them alone in the suddenly silent space.

Serena nearly jumped from the couch as Elliot made the quick decision to close her office door.

"Oh my, for heaven's sake, you're screwing your employee?!" Olivia knew they were in trouble, she hadn't seen such a gleeful expression on her Mother's face in years.

"Mother please-" Olivia started only to be cut off.

Serena held her hands together in front of her, "This, this is just wonderful! Here I had planned to find out more about Elliot, try to get you to divulge something that I could use against him to get him out of your life and hah!" she cackled happily.

"This is more than I could have ever asked for!" she declared. "I'll make this easy for you both," she directed her next words to Elliot, "You have the rest of this week to transfer to another unit," Serena paused and tapped her chin, "Better yet, a different city, and to never see my daughter again, otherwise I'll go to your boss," she tipped her head towards her daughter, "And not only will I get Elliot canned, I'll get you both fired."

Serena took a step towards her stunned daughter, "Perhaps that will teach you not to sleep with this type of riff-raff again, hmmm?"

She patted her daughter on her shoulder, "Call me darling, you have until the end of your shift on Friday."

Serena strutted to the office door, "Take care dears, and please, " she looked directly at Elliot, "Don't stay in touch."

They both stood, frozen to the spot, too shocked to comprehend what the hell had just happened, and what they were going to do about it.

A/N: My pain (broke 2 ribs this week) gave me the time to write this Chapter, bedridden again.

A/N 2: Uh ohhhh Serena's gonna cause some issues? Maybe?

A/N 3: Tony did beta this mammoth but still any and all mistakes mine.