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Fatherless 8
“It'll be ok” Elliot smiled at Liv
“This isn't like any other interrogation I've dealt with”
“It's not an interrogation” he grinned, “It's a couple of six year olds. You'll be fine”
They rang the doorbell.
When an attractive African American woman opened the door, Elliot extended his hand, “Hi” he began
Before he could finish, she extended her own hand and shook Liv's, “I'm so glad you're here” she smiled, “and this must be Dad” she looked at Elliot
“Well, actually” he started
Just then, Jeremy and Noah ran into the front hallway
“Bang, I got you!” Jeremy shouted, waving a plastic rifle
“Pow, I got you, too!” Noah cheered, brandishing a neon colored pistol. The boys ran around Elliot, as the toy guns made electronic sound effects.
“Oh good, I made sure to wear my anti-ray gun repellent” Elliot joked
“Your dad is really weird” Jeremy raised his
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Literature
Fatherless 7
By the time Olivia reached her destination, Elliot was already there. They'd mutually agreed that Elliot coming to the precinct or Olivia coming to the bureau would've been a disaster. There were too many memories for Elliot at the 16th precinct, and both knew that Olivia had accidentally put herself right in the middle of Elliot's formerly ongoing investigation. A public park seemed a good meeting spot. Out in the open yet secluded from prying eyes, as parents, nannies and children didn't seem to care about the two adults talking among themselves.
“Hi” Elliot waved. Olivia's heart did a somersault in her chest. She sighed out of frustration, angry with herself that she couldn't simply turn off that part of her, the part she'd rather refuse to acknowledge.
Elliot got into the heart of the conversation, “So, when do I get to meet the little guy?” he grinned.
“That's what I wanted to talk with you about” she began, “Noah's at his friend's house t
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Literature
Fatherless 6
Olivia tried looking calm as she was internally screaming. “Noah's told his classmates that Elliot is his father” she tried to rationalize things. She scrolled through her phone's contacts. While Elliot had said to call her, he'd never actually given her his phone number. There was a slight, small chance that in the past near decade that he'd been away, his phone number hadn't changed, yet. She found his contact information, having never deleted it, and it was oddly juxtaposed to the other male  entries in the phone's directory, including Tucker, Cassidy, Amaro, Fin, and Carisi. Of course, they weren't all past romantic relationships, certainly not Carisi or Fin, but then again, she scrolled past David's name with a slight twinge of – guilt? Regret? She wasn't sure.
Here it was, Elliot's number. She pressed the green icon and made the call.
“Elliot, we need to talk” she rushed through the greeting, staring at him on the video call.
“Hi, how are
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Literature
Fatherless 5
The day was a blur for Olivia. Casework, speaking with victims at the hospital, and with other victims at the precinct. She'd hardly glanced at the clock until a video call came through
“Hi Noah” she smiled
“Lucy picked me up from school” he prattled on, “Jeremy said I could sleep over tonight, but Lucy said I had to ask you first”
“Oh, you and Jeremy are friends again?”
“Yeah, can I go, huh? Can I?” he asked
“Sure, of course” Olivia glanced at the calendar; it was Friday. “Just have his Mom or Dad get in touch with me later”
“Ok! I got to go pack my pajamas and Eddie!”
“Sure, my sweet boy.” Olivia smiled, “how did Jeremy and you patch things up?”
“I told him I had a Daddy after all”
“You did?” Olivia internally hoped that Noah had mentioned heaven
“Yeah, I told him that that Elliot man was my Daddy” and then he hung up
Olivia stare
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Fatherless 4
Olivia clutched her phone and knew she had one of two choices to make. She could just go to work, forget she'd even seen Elliot Stabler this morning, and push it all to the back of her mind. “Or,” she mulled over the other possibility.
“Fin” she spoke into her phone, “I'm going to be late. I have to take care of something”
“You ok?” Fin wanted to know
“I'll be alright” she lied, “You're in charge until I get in”
“You got it!” came the reply
Liv glanced around in the direction Elliot had stalked away. By now, throngs of New Yorkers made their way up and down the sidewalk.
She headed in the direction she'd seen him travel.
“This is ludicrous” she chided herself. The worst case scenario would be that she'd waste time trying to find out just where he disappeared to. The best case scenario – well, the less she thought about that right now, the better.
She made her way through the pedestrian
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Literature
Fatherless 3
Olivia stared at him as he walked away from her. Resentment turned to anger, which seethed inside her. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up after seven excruciating years, and acting as if nothing had happened. How could he do that to her? How could--
Olivia stopped herself. No, she wouldn't let him affect her like this. She'd moved on, past him; she was over him; she was beyond his reach. She --- she--
She power walked behind him.
“How dare you!” she finally caught up within earshot of him.
Elliot slowed his walk and turned back toward her. They stood on the sidewalk. Passers by ignored the pair's conversation.
“How dare I, what?” he wanted to know.
Olivia had a million things she wanted to say in response to that question. How dare he leave her without a trace, while she cried alone in an empty interrogation room. Didn't he know how she felt about him? She'd said it once as much, to a corrupt cop. Perhaps, she was really talking about herself, and abou
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Fatherless 2
Olivia gave her son a few minutes to himself, as well as allowing herself some time to regroup. How could a six year old understand what was going through her mind, let alone how he must've been trying to make sense of the jumbled information, himself.
“Noah?” Olivia pushed open the bedroom door. Toys lay scattered about the room, the bed unmade, and a very upset grade school age child lay face down on the cotton sheets of superheroes.
“Go away!” he yelled through the pillow, not lifting his head from its resting spot.
“No” she replied softly, “I'm not going anywhere. You can shout and scream and yell and kick as much as you'd like, but I'm not leaving you, and we are going to talk about this”, she put emphasis on the word, are.
Noah looked at her through tear stained eyes, “Is he?” was all he said
“Is who what?” Olivia now sat on the foot of the bed, she rubbed her son's back over his t-shirt.
“Is he my Dad?
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Literature
Fatherless 1
New York City
January 2019
It had been another excruciatingly long day at SVU, and the last thing Olivia Benson, lieutenant, wanted to do was deal with an argumentative six year old.
“Why does Lucy have to always go home?” Noah balked
“Well” Liv began, “she helps us out and takes care of you while I'm at work and you're home from school”
“So” Noah scoffed
“Did she help you with your homework?” Liv tried to continue the conversation
“Nope” Noah walked away from her
“Alright” Liv sighed, “Let's go ahead and get started, then”
“No!” Noah verbally lashed out
“Noah, remember what we talked about using our inside voices”
“It's not fair. Jeremy said he won't play with me because I don't have a Dad. But I do. I showed him that I do!”
“You – showed him?” Liv was internally horrified that Noah had found something of Johnny D's and had brought it to
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Literature
Jem: I've Learned My Lesson Well - 4
Deanna strode over to the back door. Her hand was on the knob, and she was just turning it when Rio  walked into the kitchen
“Hey, who's at the door?” he looked toward Deanna
“Oh, I don't know” her hand was still on the knob.
“Don't you know it's dangerous to just open the door to anyone. If you don't know them, they're a stranger” Rio admonished her
“Stranger? You're one to talk. You've banging Jerrica and Jem”
Rio frowned, but sidestepped the question. He calmly removed her hand from the doorknob, and then he checked who was there himself.
“Oh, it's Prescott” Rio smiled and opened the door
“Hi Rio, is Jem around”
“She might be upstairs” Rio began, “or she might have left for her rehearsal already. I'll go check on her for you”
“Thanks” bespectacled Prescott grinned
“Come on, you can wait in the living room” Rio led him out of the kitchen
“Um hello”
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Literature
Going Fishing
“I don't want to go” Four year old Noah Benson whined as he held his mother's hand.
“Come on, Noah,” Olivia Benson smiled at him, “School is fun, right? You got Eddie with you” she meant his stuffed toy, “You're all good”
Noah didn't smile back. He just sulked, “Lucy wouldn't make me go”
A beat passed between them.
“I wish she was my mommy”
Olivia stopped walking and knelt down so she was at eye level with her son, “What did you say?” she wasn't angry. She wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.
“I wish Lucy was my mommy” Noah repeated matter of factly
“I know it's hard” Olivia sighed, “It's not fun that I've got to be at work so much, huh?”
“No” Noah shook his head, “Why do you go all the time?”
Olivia glanced at her wristwatch. A few more minutes wouldn't be the end of the world.
Taxis sped by, dangerously close to the curb.
“Maybe you'r
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Literature
Parentage 2
Olivia didn’t answer right away, so shocked from her son’s question.
Noah asked again, “What does adopted mean? Does it really mean that I’m not a real kid?”
“Of course you’re real, honey” Olivia sighed from the front seat, her eyes trained on the New York traffic ahead of her.
“Then what’s it mean?”
“Adopted – “ she began, “adopted means – ok – do you remember when you wanted a puppy for Christmas?”
“Sure” he grinned, “you said I wasn’t big enough yet”
“Right” Olivia smiled, “and that’s a conversation for another time. But I said that when you’re older, we can go to the ASPCA and pick out a puppy”
“Uh huh”
“And I showed you the video online, the one where the family visited the kennel and found a dog for themselves?”
“Yeah” he nodded.  The car was quiet for awhile. Olivia f
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Literature
Girls are Lucky 1
November 8, 2002
"I had lots of dolls but never ones as nice as yours” Olivia Benson tried earnestly to quell Terry Jessup by befriending him, at George Huang's advice.
September 24, 2018
Six year old Noah Benson bashed his metal cars together on the coffee table while his adoptive mother, Olivia, did her best to read on her tablet.
“Vroom!” Noah rammed the cars together again.
“Noah, could play with something else, or maybe play quietly”
“Ok” Noah held one car up in the air and “flew” it in a wide arc.
The doorbell rang, and Olivia looked up, “Noah, did you invite anyone over?”
“Nope” Noah didn't look up from his cars
Olivia answered the door and was pleased to see her colleague and friend behind it.
“Fin” she welcomed him inside the apartment, “What brings you by?” she glanced over to Noah to make sure he wasn't paying attention, “Work?”
“No, not this time” he
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Literature
Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 8
here was no time to waste skirting around the issue. Perhaps instead of running away from Alex, Peggy would have to confront him head on. She couldn't very well do that with the children, Tony and Tasha, alongside her, but they might be able to sway their father.
Peggy bundled the twins into a bus.
“What happens when someone makes a mistake?” Peggy looked to the children, now sitting next to her.
“When we get in trouble at school, Teacher makes us stand in the corner” Tasha explained, her now short hair bouncing around her face.
“At home, Father beats us” Tony was candid.
“Oh” Peggy nodded solemnly as she planned her next move, “I see”
Soon, the bus stopped near the house. The three disembarked and Peggy made her way into the foyer first, the children trailing behind her.
From upstairs, she heard Delores, “Children, is that you?”
“Oh Mother!” Tasha jumped forward. Peggy caught her wrist in one hand and
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Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 7
Peggy knew she didn't have much time to come up with an action plan. If Alex tired of waiting, he might come for the children now. She needed a way to get them to a safe place. Going home was out of the question, and there was only so much that the Howling Commandos could do on their own.
Suddenly, she remembered the children's story that she'd read to Tony and Tasha on the first night. “Five on a Treasure Island” she thought, “had a girl named Georgina who wished herself to be called George, and had her hair cut short”
Peggy glanced at Tony and Tasha, now drinking milk and eating biscuits with Madeline and her mother.
“I have a terrible idea” she smiled.
Before Madeline and her mother had left the bar, Peggy sat with the two children. She inspected their clothes, knitted jumpers and hard wearing heavy trousers with sensible leather shoes. Rather unisex, at the least, certainly boyish. “This will do just fine” she reasoned.
She took a pai
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Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 6
The taxi stopped outside a pub. “This is our stop” Peggy smiled. Everyone clambered out. Delores looked up at the building,
“This really isn't the best place for children”
“That may be” Peggy agreed, “but I'm sure they'll be fine. You'll like Dugan and the rest”
Peggy had no sooner entered the building when a cheer rose from the far end of the room. Dum Dum Dugan stood and raised his full mug.
“Miss Union Jack!” he cheered
“I've asked you never to speak of that” Peggy's voice was firm, but she smiled nonetheless.
“Right-O” he nodded. The group parted and made room for the four newcomers.
“We've got a bit of a sticky wicket here” Peggy continued, not letting Dugan stop to ask what she referred to, “There's been a Hydra plant at the Home Office, and it's our job to flush him out”
“Has father been bad?” Tasha asked tentatively
“No, sweetheart” Delores bent do
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Literature
The Victim in the Special Unit - 6
Jeffersonian
“So” Lilies Parker sat across from Booth in the interrogation room
“Indeed” Sweets entered the room, “My name is Dr. Lance Sweets, and I thought we could chat”
“Chat this” she made a rude gesture with her hand
“How droll” Sweets mused aloud, “Agent Booth,” he turned his attention to Seeley, “can you give me a few minutes alone”
“Sure” Booth grunted and stood
“So, tell me about your sister” Sweets smiled at her
“Louise? She was a pain” Lilies frowned
“Oh, how so?” Sweets cocked his head to the side
“Like you care. I know what you do” she fumed at him, “I know my rights. I don’t have to tell you anything”
“True. True. You don’t seem to be sad that your sister had died. Did you get along?”
“Are you deaf? I just told you that she was a pain. If she died, then it must’ve been her own dumb
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“It'll be ok” Elliot smiled at Liv
“This isn't like any other interrogation I've dealt with”
“It's not an interrogation” he grinned, “It's a couple of six year olds. You'll be fine”
They rang the doorbell.
When an attractive African American woman opened the door, Elliot extended his hand, “Hi” he began
Before he could finish, she extended her own hand and shook Liv's, “I'm so glad you're here” she smiled, “and this must be Dad” she looked at Elliot
“Well, actually” he started
Just then, Jeremy and Noah ran into the front hallway
“Bang, I got you!” Jeremy shouted, waving a plastic rifle
“Pow, I got you, too!” Noah cheered, brandishing a neon colored pistol. The boys ran around Elliot, as the toy guns made electronic sound effects.
“Oh good, I made sure to wear my anti-ray gun repellent” Elliot joked
“Your dad is really weird” Jeremy raised his eyebrows
Olivia looked nervously from one child to the next, and then to Elliot. She steeled herself and spoke to her son, “Noah, you know how I feel about guns, even toy guns”
“But Jeremy's mom said it was alright” he whined
“We can talk about that later on, but I need to talk about something important with you”
“How come you came over to Jeremy's house? Are you ok? Did you get hurt at work?”
“No” she smiled, “and thanks for thinking about me” she went on, “but I want to talk with you about what you told Jeremy. Elliot wants to say a couple of things, too” she glanced back at Elliot.
“I'll give you some privacy” Jeremy's mother nodded, and took her son by the hand, “let's go make some snacks for Noah's parents” she told Jeremy and ushered him into the kitchen.
Olivia knelt down so she was at eye level with her son, “Noah, you can't just go around telling people that Elliot is your father”
“But why not? You like him, don't you?”
Olivia frowned in confusion, “Why do you think that I like him?” she didn't dare let on that her son was absolutely right.
“You didn't want anyone to see the picture, and you kept it really safe” he explained with little boy logic, “and I really love Eddie and don't want anything to happen to him” he referred to his stuffed animal toy, “so I keep him in my bed, and don't let anyone else see him”
“I see” Olivia nodded, understanding her son's point of view
“And he's got hair like me, but a lot less hair” Noah went on, “and you looked really happy in that picture, Mommy. How come you don't look happy anymore?” he continued, “was I bad, and that's why you're sad and mad all the time?”
Olivia hugged her son, “Noah, I know you want Elliot to be your dad, but he's already a dad to five other kids, and – well, he and I were friends, but that's it”
“You said was” Noah realized, “that's not now. That's a long time ago” he sighed
Elliot squatted on the floor so he was eye level with Noah. Olivia looked over to him and then back to Noah, “Before you were born, Elliot and I used to work together, like how I work with uncle Fin and uncle Carisi”
“But you don't look happy with them”
“Maybe that's because she's their boss” Elliot grinned
“So what?” Noah balked, “she's late at work all the time and we never get to play together. It's always homework and vegetables and bedtime. It's not fair!”
“No, it's not” Olivia agreed, “but life isn't always fair, either. I know you want a dad, but that's not something I can provide, and it's not something that I can ask Elliot to do”
“If you won't do it, I will” Noah was stubborn, “Will you be my Daddy, Elliot?”
“I – uh” Elliot was a loss for words; he had a feeling this might've come, but now that it was here, what could he say? “Your mom's got a point” he began
Noah interrupted him, “It's not fair!” the plastic toy gun was thrown to the ground and clattered on the hardwood floor, “Everyone's got a Dad except me! Some of my school friends even have two of them and nobody's too busy to play with them!”
“It's difficult” Olivia sighed, “it's hard for me, and I know you're having a hard time. I want to be able to say that I can give you the kind of father you want, but that's more than I can do now”
“I can't be your dad” Elliot offered, “but I can be your mom's friend. I can be your friend” he extended his hand, “if you're ok with that”
“A dad would be way better” he pouted, “are you good at playing baseball?”
“I think Casey would be better at teaching him sports” Elliot laughed
“Can Casey be my daddy?” Noah inquired
“Casey is a girl” Olivia explained, “and we haven't talked in a very long time” she sighed, “maybe that should change. I can't really keep being so wrapped up with what's going on that I forget all my friends who helped get me here, to where I am”
“I told you you were too busy” Noah sounded oversmart
“Maybe” Olivia didn't like him talking to her that way, “but I'm still your mother, and you can't go around talking to me like that, and you can't go around telling everyone things like Elliot is your dad jut because you want it to be true. It's not right for him, or me, and its certainly not right for you”
“Am I in trouble?” Noah stared at his sneakers.
“No, not now” Olivia softened, “but I do want you to understand that telling people something that's not true, even if you want it to be that way, is still lying, and you know how I feel about telling lies”
“Not to do that” Noah already knew what the answer would be.
“Exactly”
“Do I have to go home right now?” he asked, “as punishment?”
“No” Olivia shook her head, “you can stay at Jeremy's, but you've got to explain what happened. Otherwise, I'll do it for you”
Noah understood that he could get in more trouble if Olivia handled things in front of Jeremy and Jeremy's mother, so Olivia wasn't surprised when he said, “No no, Mommy. I'll do it. I'll be good”
“That's my sweet boy” she hugged him. “but I think I will talk with Jeremy's mom, just to be safe”
“Are you really going to be my friend?” Noah asked Elliot
“Sure, if that's ok with your mom, here” Elliot glanced from Noah to Olivia
“Sure” Olivia smiled, and Noah and Elliot could see her eyes misting up a bit, “I think Elliot and I are going to be friends again, too”
“Good” Noah cheered, “then we can all play together!”
“But right now” Olivia stood up, “I've got to talk to Jeremy's mother before this rumor goes any farther”
Noah grinned, “farther sounds like father” he laughed, “and farter”
“I think we're alright here” Olivia gave a wry smile, “I'll be right back” she left and headed for the kitchen.
“When you were friends with Mommy at work, did you shoot guns like she does?” Noah picked up the fallen plastic toy
“I did” Elliot slowly replied. He was already remembering Jenna Fox
“Did you kill any bad guys?”
“You know, maybe we can talk about that later on”
“When Mommy doesn't want to talk about stuff, it means she did it” he realized, “you did shoot bad guys”
“Maybe when you're older, she'll tell you about what happened, but right now, it's not something that little boys should know about”
“I'm not that little”
“Ok, you're not that little” Elliot smiled to placate the boy, “I wonder how your mom's doing in there?”
By the time Olivia reached her destination, Elliot was already there. They'd mutually agreed that Elliot coming to the precinct or Olivia coming to the bureau would've been a disaster. There were too many memories for Elliot at the 16th precinct, and both knew that Olivia had accidentally put herself right in the middle of Elliot's formerly ongoing investigation. A public park seemed a good meeting spot. Out in the open yet secluded from prying eyes, as parents, nannies and children didn't seem to care about the two adults talking among themselves.
“Hi” Elliot waved. Olivia's heart did a somersault in her chest. She sighed out of frustration, angry with herself that she couldn't simply turn off that part of her, the part she'd rather refuse to acknowledge.
Elliot got into the heart of the conversation, “So, when do I get to meet the little guy?” he grinned.
“That's what I wanted to talk with you about” she began, “Noah's at his friend's house tonight, for a sleepover, and I thought we could hash this out before things go any further” she clarified, “You probably don't want everyone thinking you had a sixth child” she sighed, “especially with me”
“That wouldn't be so bad” he smiled.
Olivia controlled herself, “I'd like to have a plan, something ready to tell him”
“Sure” Elliot sat down on a park bench. It was late afternoon, perhaps early evening, and the sun hadn't begun its decent yet. “How'd he come up with that anyway? That I was his Dad?”
“There's this photo that I have-- he managed to find it” Olivia conceded, though she didn't want to
“Managed?” Elliot grinned, “What, did you have it hidden away somewhere?”
Olivia's expression gave away her answer.
“Which photo?” he questioned her gently.
“You don't remember?” the memory was etched into her mind like it had happened yesterday. It was one of the reasons she'd hidden the photo away for such a long time. To see it on her dresser or night stand would've been far too much for her to bear-

They'd been partners for three years by then. She'd heard Elliot speak about his family, The twins had been ready to start Kindergarten when she's begun at SVU, Kathleen was in grade school, and Maureen in high school. Olivia had heard Elliot speak about the kids, watched them grow up through photos on his desk.
“Come on, it'll be fun” Monique Jeffries ribbed Olivia good-naturedly, “how often does John celebrate anything, really?”
True, John Munch hardly brought up birthdays or other celebrations, but he'd invited the squad to what he called a “divorce dinner” meant to celebrate his divorce anniversary.
“Which one?” Elliot had joked
“Who can keep track?” Munch had shot back with a smile on his face.
Dinner had been fun, a much needed break. Munch had snapped photos and later sent the film to be developed. Olivia had remembered that Kathy wasn't at the party, if one could call it that.
“Kid stuff” Elliot had explained
“And you're not home with them?” Olivia had wondered aloud
“Sometimes, they need their mom more than they need me” he laughed, but Olivia could see the pain in his eyes. He downed his drink quickly and grinned, just as Munch had shown up and snapped a photo of them, practically arm in arm.

The memory had been fleeting. After, when everyone had gone home, Olivia had gone back to her apartment, after Elliot had dropped her off, and thought about what he'd said. She'd felt that no, his children did need their father, as much as they needed their mother.
Weeks later, after the photos had been distributed in the bullpen, Olivia had tucked hers away in her purse until she'd come home, framed it and kept it among other photos she'd treasured.
That is, until Elliot had walked out of her life, seemingly forever.
And was now, back in.

“Oh, that photo” Elliot realized belatedly. “That was a long time ago, Liv”
“It was” she agreed, “and you can understand now why I kept it away”
“I never meant to hurt you like that” he apologized
“You did” she sighed, “even if you didn't intend to” she finished the question, “but right now, I need your help. I wanted you to be ready, to be prepared if this rumor gets out farther than just between Noah and his friend Jeremy”
“I still don't think it's anything that I can't handle” Elliot grinned
“I've seen rumors get out of hand” Liv spoke candidly, “and you know you have, too”
The smile vanished, “I could go over there now, if you'd like me to”
“I don't want to interrupt his playtime, but I also don't want to leave this to chance, either”
“Come on” Elliot took her hand, “a wise woman once told me there's no time like the present”
Olivia tried looking calm as she was internally screaming. “Noah's told his classmates that Elliot is his father” she tried to rationalize things. She scrolled through her phone's contacts. While Elliot had said to call her, he'd never actually given her his phone number. There was a slight, small chance that in the past near decade that he'd been away, his phone number hadn't changed, yet. She found his contact information, having never deleted it, and it was oddly juxtaposed to the other male  entries in the phone's directory, including Tucker, Cassidy, Amaro, Fin, and Carisi. Of course, they weren't all past romantic relationships, certainly not Carisi or Fin, but then again, she scrolled past David's name with a slight twinge of – guilt? Regret? She wasn't sure.
Here it was, Elliot's number. She pressed the green icon and made the call.
“Elliot, we need to talk” she rushed through the greeting, staring at him on the video call.
“Hi, how are you. Oh, I'm fine, thanks” he laughed through the conversation with himself.
“Hello, Elliot” she forced herself, “How are you?” she spoke through gritted teeth
“Fine, actually” he went on, “I've got a moment here at the bureau. What can I do for you?”
“We haven't spoken properly yet, and I hate asking you this--”
“Sure, the cat's out of the bag now, so just name it, Liv”
Olivia sighed, “I told you about my son”
“He's adorable” Elliot grinned, “when he's not having a meltdown”
“Yes” she agreed, “He's – he's told his classmates that you're his father”
“No really, Liv. What can I do to help you out?”
“I just told you” she frowned, “he's told his classmate that you are his father. And he's spending the night at the other boy's house right now”
“And what do you want me to do about that?”
“I figured if I warned you, let you know, that you could handle it on your end”
“Liv, I don't think think two grade school children can cause much of a problem. I mean, I remember when Eli was that age-- hell, I remember when Dickie was that young, too” he smiled at her through the phone, “Do you want me to talk to him? I mean, is that too much or crossing boundaries?”
“I-- uh” Olivia hesitated
Just then, Sonny Carisi stuck his head through the ajar door, “Hey Lieu, I was wondering if – oh, you're busy now”
“Let's meet outside. I'll call you in ten minutes” Olivia quickly ended the call, “Yes?” she glanced at the detective
“Since Rollins isn't going to be coming back to work anytime soon, on account of the baby, I was wondering if – were you planning on pairing me up with Fin, – or?”
“Yes, you'll be partnered with Fin for the time being. I know how – I mean, I know you'll want to be back with Rollins as soon as possible. I'm fine with that, as long as it doesn't interfere--”
“Oh, no – nothing like that” Carisi interrupted her, “I like working with her, and that's all, and I just-- I want her to be happy, but it's nothing like that”
“Carisi” she slipped the phone in her purse and slung the bag on her shoulder, “Trust me. “I know better than anyone how easy it is to get close with somebody you're working with”
“It's really--” he tried to backpedal
“I've been there” Olivia went on, “and I know that it's not always easy” she crossed the room and was next to him, her hand on the doorknob, “if you'll excuse me, I've got a few last minute errands to take care of. I'll let Fin know he's in charge for the remainder of the day”
She left Sonny Carisi standing in the open doorway as she headed through the precinct and straight to the elevator. She gave a message to Fin as he was coming off the elevator as she stepped in.
A few minutes later, she was on the street, her ear to her phone, as she told Elliot where to meet her. They had much to discuss.
The day was a blur for Olivia. Casework, speaking with victims at the hospital, and with other victims at the precinct. She'd hardly glanced at the clock until a video call came through
“Hi Noah” she smiled
“Lucy picked me up from school” he prattled on, “Jeremy said I could sleep over tonight, but Lucy said I had to ask you first”
“Oh, you and Jeremy are friends again?”
“Yeah, can I go, huh? Can I?” he asked
“Sure, of course” Olivia glanced at the calendar; it was Friday. “Just have his Mom or Dad get in touch with me later”
“Ok! I got to go pack my pajamas and Eddie!”
“Sure, my sweet boy.” Olivia smiled, “how did Jeremy and you patch things up?”
“I told him I had a Daddy after all”
“You did?” Olivia internally hoped that Noah had mentioned heaven
“Yeah, I told him that that Elliot man was my Daddy” and then he hung up
Olivia stared at the black screen and shuddered. She was horrified for two reasons
One, Noah was telling his classmates that Elliot was his father
Two, the news would certainly end up coming back to Elliot.
She had to do something about that.
Olivia clutched her phone and knew she had one of two choices to make. She could just go to work, forget she'd even seen Elliot Stabler this morning, and push it all to the back of her mind. “Or,” she mulled over the other possibility.
“Fin” she spoke into her phone, “I'm going to be late. I have to take care of something”
“You ok?” Fin wanted to know
“I'll be alright” she lied, “You're in charge until I get in”
“You got it!” came the reply
Liv glanced around in the direction Elliot had stalked away. By now, throngs of New Yorkers made their way up and down the sidewalk.
She headed in the direction she'd seen him travel.
“This is ludicrous” she chided herself. The worst case scenario would be that she'd waste time trying to find out just where he disappeared to. The best case scenario – well, the less she thought about that right now, the better.
She made her way through the pedestrians, doing her best not to be seen in case Elliot turned around. Finally, her patience and persistence was rewarded when a familiar grizzled head made a turn and she saw him duck into an alley. She walked faster now, and closed the gap as best she could.
By the time she reached the alley, Elliot was gone. She glanced around, A few stray recycling bins and a trash dumpster were pushed up against the back of what must've been a restaurant, while the other wall was the back of what looked like a store, judging from the cardboard boxes lying in man-sized heaps by the back door.
Olivia tried the restaurant first, quietly opening the door.
Unfortunately, she only saw cooks, waiters and busboys rushing back and forth. A teenage waitstaff noticed her. She ducked away before anyone could ask questions. Quickly, she tried the store. The back door opened without an alarm and she slipped inside.
The storeroom, or back room, was cluttered with mannequins in various states of undress, boxes of clothes and shoes arranged haphazardly, and a general mess about the place. Still, Liv saw a door ajar and could hear voices speaking in hushed tones.
She neared closer. She could just make out what they were saying,
“Since you're so late, we had to send them ahead without you” a man chided
“But I'm the one spearheading this” she heard Elliot sound upset
“We had to let Porter take the lead” the man replied
“What, I can't have a life now?” Elliot was just as angry as he sound
“No” the man was matter of fact, “you knew that years ago. This is old hat, Stabler, and by now, you shouldn't be making these kinds of mistakes”
Olivia heard Elliot sigh. If Cragen had said anything like this, El would've stormed off right away
“Don't get me started on family” the man went on, “I don't want to hear any excuses. Just head back to the office and be done with it. There's enough cases piling up already”
“Fine” Elliot finally replied. Olivia was too close to the open doorway. Without warning, Elliot burst through the door and ran right into her.
“Who the hell are you and who sent you?” a voice shouted. It wasn't Elliot. The other man in the conversation, Olivia now could see, had his pistol trained on her. His dark suit contrasted with Elliot's casual clothes.
“Go on” he continued shouting, “spit it out before I drop you where you stand”
Olivia was no slouch, “NYPD” she whipped out her badge and flashed at the men. She knew Elliot wouldn't aim a weapon at her, but she had no idea what this other guy would do.
“Don't tell me” he smirked, “going shopping?”
“There was a complaint that some men were casing this place” she lied, “I came to check it out”
“NYPD sends a woman on her own?” he laughed, “Sounds about right”
During all this time, Elliot had been painfully silent.
The man glanced from Elliot to Olivia, “Go on, Stabler. What? You're going to leave her alone? What about all the shit you've said about how the NYPD can't find it's head out of its ass with a GPS?”
Elliot didn't say a word. He glared back at the man, and then turned toward Olivia.
“I knew you couldn't handle an investigation like this. Looks like I made the right choice with Porter” the man lowered his pistol, slapped Elliot on the shoulder and headed to exit the store's back room. Just before he left the room, he glanced back, “Be at the office by the time I get back”
The door slammed behind him.
“You shouldn't have come” Elliot glared at her, his eyes two icy pools
“I didn't think that--” Olivia began
“That's right” he was cold, “You didn't think”
“How dare you talk to me like that” she shot back
“Do you know what you even did?” he spoke to her like one would a child, “I have been building this investigation for years, years, and now, its given on a silver platter to Porter of all people”
Olivia's mind flashed back to how a reporter named Jackson Zane had blown her cover while the team had been searching for children harmed by anthrax. She'd lashed out at him with nearly the exact same words.
“No one could've known that” she hardened her gaze at him, “the way you've been so secretive”
“It doesn't matter now” he scowled, “I got to change clothes and back to the office”
“A case – with Dean Porter” she put the pieces together mentally, yet aloud, “You're with the FBI?”
“Might as well let it out” Elliot sighed, “Huang pulled some strings, years after the shootout” he alluded to the death of Jenna Fox. “I couldn't get work, and didn't want to end up being a mall security cop” he grinned momentarily, then the smile faded just as soon as it had appeared, “so Cragen talked with Huang, who talked to Porter-- and here I am”
“Here you are” Olivia stared at him. He'd been gone for so long, and now, here he truly was, right in front of her.
“I had no idea” she was honest, “Elliot, if I'd known, I'd have let you work without – well” she left the sentence unfinished
“I suppose nothing could really keep us apart for too long”, a smiled played on his face once more, “It really was good seeing you again, Liv” he stepped toward her, “and there's no real sense now of me keeping away from you. You already know my secret” he sighed, “one of them, anyway”
He seemed to sense what she was thinking, “I'm not saying it'll be easy, and you might not believe it when I say this, but it was the hardest thing not being able to talk to you, to hear your voice, to even be this close to you”
“And you stayed away – because?”she questioned him
“The short answer is the job. I had work, and while my kids know a little about it, they're at least partially kept in the dark, for their own safety”
“And you were worried about my safety?”
“I was” he stepped closer still. They were barely inches away from each other now. “It killed me when that bastard Lewis-” he stopped, “I couldn't do anything to help you. It wasn't just about losing my job. I wouldn't have been able to take care of my kids without that job”
Olivia remembered how he'd once said that the job, and his kids, and her, were the only things he had left in this world. They'd chosen each other that time. Could this be another opportunity for them?
“I do have to get back to the office” he began, “but I'd like it if you could call me” he paused a moment, “if you want” he added.
“Right” Olivia nodded, “I've got to get back to the precinct” she turned to leave. He followed her.
They stood outside the store, out in the alley, neither making any real attempt to leave
“Cute kid you've got” Elliot finally spoke
“His name's Noah. He's almost seven” as soon as she spoke the words, she realized their significance as a measure of time.
Elliot seemed to see that as well, “Seven years” he grinned, “People don't think that he's – uh”
“He's not” the smile dropped from her face as she remembered everything about Ellie, Johnny D and Sheila. “No, nobody thinks that”
“Right” he nodded, “I shouldn't have mentioned---”
“No” she said hurriedly, “It's alright” she reassured him, “you were right, by the way. Being a mother is something else”
“I knew you'd always make a great mom”
Olivia blushed momentarily, despite herself
Elliot went on, “I bet you think his Dad's pretty cute, too”
Olivia's blush and budding smile vanished in a heartbeat. How could she explain things to Elliot. Did he actually know more than he was letting on?
“His father's dead” she explained quickly, “his mother, too. I adopted him”
“Oh” Elliot didn't really seem to know what to say after that. Somehow, that did something to partially bridge the chasm of seven years apart.
He couldn't say much else. Just then, his cell phone buzzed and he answered it.
“Yeah?” he stared into the screen
Olivia could hear the other man on the phone, the same man who'd laughed derisively at Elliot earlier. Now though, he was screaming in terror.
“Get down here, now. The whole thing's gone south”
“What about Porter?” Elliot asked, meaning Dean Porter.
“He's been made. They're rushing him to the ER now”
“I've got to go” Elliot had hung up the phone and spoke the words to Olivia.
“Right” she understood. He had work to do.
She let him jog down the sidewalk, break into a run and be gone before she realized it. She looked back, after him, sighed, and hailed a taxi to get her back to SVU.

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