This idea just occurred to me when I was watching Philadelphia (the episode where Olivia Benson finds her half-brother). She said something about not having any family. But, in reality she could have several half brothers and sisters if her dad raped several women without getting caught. The only reason she found her brother is that his DNA was in the system.

Anyway, I was thinking that I would like to see her with a younger sister. She's always helping young girls who were abused or raped. It would be interesting to see that dynamic with a sister. I thought she behaved very differently with her brother than with most people. Even when she thought he was guilty of rape, she wanted to help him. Normally she would want to put him away. I enjoy seeing Elliot Stabler deal with his family, especially the few times we've seen his daughter in trouble. It's interesting to me to see how differently the detectives act when family is involved. He was willing to use loopholes and manipulate the system to help his daughter. He hired a defense attorney he hated.

I was thinking it would be really interesting if they had a young girl, maybe about 16, who is a prostitute. Maybe they have a case where a pimp is murdered and bring in his prostitutes for questioning. They take DNA from the girls to see if any of them killed the pimp. One of the girls is a DNA match for Olivia. Her mother was raped by Olivia's father and then her mother was depressed and committed suicide. The girl was placed in foster care, where she was abused and subsequently ran away and became a child prostitute. She doesn't have any family. She doesn't trust anyone, especially cops. She's got an attitude. She acts tough. I think it would be really interesting to see Olivia questioning this prostitute and then gradually realizing it was her little sister. I would be interested in the dynamic, how Olivia's behavior toward the girl would change, etc.

Good idea, go and write a fanfic !

Not much of a writer, but here goes...

The phone woke her up at 3:00 am.

No matter how long she had been on the job, Olivia never got used to being woken up in the middle of the night, or rather in the wee hours of the morning. She knew the only reason the phone would ring at this hour. A special victim. As she reached for the phone, she wondered who it would be this time. A sweet child? A teenager who had so much to live for?

When she arrived at the scene, she saw that the victim was actually an African American man in his mid-thirties. He wore a flashy suit jacket and gold chains. Before she could ask, Elliot asked why special victims unit was called. The uniform grimaced and pointed toward the dead man’s crotch. His pants were on the floor of the cheap motel room. A very important body part had been cut off. Not only that, but it had been chopped into tiny pieces. Elliot frowned and said, “Whoever did this really wanted this guy to suffer.”

An hour later they knew that traces of blood belonging to a female were found near the body. The motel owner had identified the victim as a pimp named Stan. After Olivia threatened him, the owner also named several of Stan’s prostitutes. Elliot and Olivia found three of the girls working a corner near the motel and brought them in.

Two of the girls’ prints were not in the system. They looked so young. Barely old enough to drive. Olivia would never understand why young girls with so much to live for sold themselves. The third girl was nineteen and had already been picked up for solicitation twice before. Olivia sighed, and joined Elliot to question the girls individually. They started with the youngest looking girl. She would be the easiest to break.

“What happened Ashley?” Olivia asked.

The girl shot her a dark look and said nothing. “Your pimp beat the crap out of you. You killed him in self-defense. Tell us the truth and we can help you,” Elliot urged her.

“I didn’t kill anybody,” Ashley said firmly.

“OK, Ashley, then you won’t mind giving us a DNA sample to prove that?” Olivia asked.

“Whatever,” Ashley replied.

“If you didn’t kill him, you know who did. Which one of your friends did it?” Elliot asked.

“It’s your job to figure that out, officer, not mine.” The girl said officer as though it were a grave insult.

“It’s detective, actually. And if you won’t talk, one of your little friends will. What, you think hookers are loyal and trustworthy? You think your friends won’t sell you out?” Elliot asked.

“F*** you,” Ashley said.

“No thanks. I don’t pay for sex,” Elliot replied.

Oddly enough, the girls did not sell each other out. What’s more, they all gave up their DNA. The other girls took a little more convincing, but they did give it up without a court order.

That wasn’t good enough for Alex. “How old are they? Did their parents give you permission to talk to them?” she asked incredulously.

“They’re prostitutes, Alex. They don’t have parents,” Elliot said definitively.

“At least not good ones,” Olivia added.

“Did you at least read them their rights? None of them wanted a lawyer?”

“Fortunately for us,” Elliot said.

“You can’t hold them for solicitation. If the DNA matches, fine. If not, you have to let them go,” Alex said.

“Back to the streets,” Olivia said sadly and sighed.

Little did she know that Ashley’s DNA would be a match, but not the kind Olivia was expecting. In a few short hours, Olivia’s world would be turned upside down. Again.

If Warner was shocked, she couldn’t imagine what Olivia’s reaction would be. She put off making the call for as long as possible, but in the end she had to tell Olivia. When Olivia and Elliot showed up, Warner greeted them mildly. “Olivia, I need to talk to you alone.”

Elliot looked angry, which was not unusual for him. He was hot-tempered, quick to react without thinking his actions through. “This is our case. Mine and Olivia’s.”

“This is not related to the case,” Warned explained.

Olivia and Elliot exchanged bewildered looks. Olivia shrugged and nodded at Elliot. He reluctantly left.

“Maybe you should sit down.”

Olivia shook her head. “What is it? Just tell me.”

“I ran Ashley’s DNA through the system,” Warner said and then paused. Olivia looked at her expectantly. “Olivia, she is a DNA match…for you.”

Olivia’s look was one of shock mixed with horror. She leaned against the examination table for support. What did this mean? How could she possibly be a DNA match for the prostitute? Her only other living DNA match was Simon. Could Ashley be related to Simon? Did Simon have a daughter?

Before Olivia could collect her thoughts, Elliot burst into the room. “Liv? What the hell happened? What’s wrong?”

Olivia just stared at him.

He rushed to her side, put his arm around her to comfort her. Although he couldn’t imagine what Warner had said to upset Olivia this much, he knew his partner well enough to know something was terribly wrong.

Finally, Olivia spoke. But, instead of telling Elliot what was bothering her, she asked him to give her another minute. He hated to leave her there like that, but what could he do? He watched Olivia and Warner talk from the window. There was no doubt about it. Whatever Warner was telling Olivia was making her very upset.

In the car, Elliot gave up getting anything out of Olivia. She looked disturbed, all right, but she wasn’t talking. He didn’t want her to go home, upset and alone, but she wouldn’t listen to him.

Olivia poured herself a glass of wine and sat down in the dark to digest what she had learned. Although she had believed she had no family and was alone for years, she now had a little brother and sister. Warner had been able to tell her that Ashley was her sister, but not much else. The girl’s family, background, age even were all a mystery. If Ashley was her sister, how many other brothers and sisters could she have that she didn’t know about?

How was Ashley her sister? Olivia knew it couldn’t be through her mother. They must share the same father. But how? Did he cheat on Simon’s mother? Did he rape and impregnate yet another victim?

Her dad had known about her, kept track of her. Had he done the same with this girl? Not this girl, Olivia corrected herself. Ashley was her sister.

How had Ashley become a prostitute? Where was the girl’s mother?

As all of these thoughts spun through Olivia’s head, one thing became abundantly clear. The detective who always knew what to do, how to handle the worst situations now had absolutely no idea what to do. How would she tell Ashley? Wait a minute, should she even tell Ashley? What was a cop going to do with a hooker for a sister?

Olivia drifted into an uneasy sleep, still unsure how to proceed in the morning. She woke up more confused than ever. She decided to call Simon and ask him to meet her for coffee.

She told him the news and watched his face carefully. He looked genuinely surprised. There was no way he could have known about this. Still, she asked him and received the answer she expected. She pulled out Ashley’s mugshot. “Simon, your dad kept track of me. Have you ever seen this girl before?”

Simon shook his head. “Liv, I recognized you immediately. I’m telling you, I’ve never seen her before. You still don’t trust me, do you?”

Olivia frowned. She should trust him. She had proven his innocence. He had been nothing but kind to her. But in the back of her mind, she knew she still doubted him. After all, how could a man who had been raised by a rapist be as kind as Simon seemed?

Then again, maybe it had less to do with who raised Simon and more to do with his gender. Olivia did not trust men. She had been raised not to trust men. After all, she only existed because of the horrible crime a man had committed. She saw the handiwork of rapists every day. Cruel men who did not deserve to be trusted.

These were her issues. The reasons she hadn’t had a serious relationship in years.

“It’s not that, Simon. I just thought your father might have kept track of her. If you think of anything, let me know.”

They said an amicable enough goodbye. Olivia continued sorting through the maze of thoughts in her head as she drove back to the station. She was happy to see that Elliot, Munch and Fin were all out. She wanted to talk to Ashley. She wanted to ask questions. But, she did not want to have to answer questions from her colleagues. Especially not from Elliot.

“Ashley, tell me about your parents.”

“They’re dead,” Ashley said, without emotion.

“What were their names?”

“Did you run my DNA yet?” Ashley asked.

“Yes, why?”

“Then you know I’m not a match.” Olivia gasped. “When can I go?”

Oh, that’s what she meant. Of course, that’s what she meant. How could Ashley possibly know that she was a match…for Olivia. “Just because you weren’t a match doesn’t mean you didn’t have anything to do with the murder. When did your parents die?”

“When I was little,” Ashley replied with a smirk. She was deliberately not answering the cop’s questions.

You are little, Olivia thought wryly. “How old are you, Ashey?”

“Guess.”

“I’m not playing games. Unless you start talking, you aren’t going anywhere,” Olivia shot back.

Olivia and Ashley glared at each other. In the silence that followed, Olivia studied her sister. There was a resemblance. Ashley’s hair was very nearly the same color as Olivia’s. Their facial expressions were similar. Ashley was a lot smaller, more fragile looking. A hint of darkness peeked out from under the heavy, cheap makeup Ashley wore. The lowlife pimp must have given her a black eye.

Olivia broke the silence. “Where are you from?” The simple question had a complicated answer that Olivia was curious to find out.

Still, Ashley’s non-answer did not surprise her: “Here and there.” After Ashley dodged a few more questions and became increasingly hostile, Olivia finished with her and decided to see what the other prostitutes knew about their partner in crime.

Armed with less information than she’d like, Olivia began a search on the computer. Ashley’s “friends” had told Olivia that Ashley was from New York and was only sixteen. Ashley started working the streets when she was fourteen. Several girls named Ashley had been reported as runaways within the last two years.

But, only two had taken off while in foster care. Olivia faxed Ashley’s mug shot to the two corresponding social workers. Sure enough, one of them recognized Ashley. Unlike the prostitutes, the social worker was very helpful.

Ashley’s mother was raped. The rapist was never caught. But, nine months after the rape, Ashley was born. Ashley’s mother committed suicide when the girl was just a baby. The girl’s youth was spent in a multitude of foster homes. She was finally placed long term at age thirteen. The family was planning to adopt Ashley. They were nice—a hard-working man, his kind wife, and their sixteen year old son Jack. However, Ashley took off a few months before the adoption was finalized.

Olivia ran a make on each member of Ashley’s would-be family. The parents both came up clean. Jack, however, had been convicted of aggravated sexual assault. What had he done to Ashley, to make her run away from the only family who had ever wanted her? Olivia intended to find out.

Olivia’s own childhood had been far from happy. An abusive alcoholic mother. An absentee father who had raped her mother. No brothers or sisters. The last thought almost made Olivia laugh. She had once had no family, no siblings. Now she had more siblings than she knew what to do with.

Try though she might to resist it, Olivia was starting to feel for her little sister. The girl had had a rough time. The similarities between their childhoods did not escape Olivia.

Ugh! How could she possibly be relating to a hooker? Olivia had dealt with her childhood. She had survived and become a strong woman, who helped other people. The same could not be said of Ashley.

Elliot’s hesitant greeting interrupted Olivia’s thoughts. He looked over her shoulder at the information from Ashley’s social worker. “She’s only sixteen?” Olivia missed most of what Elliot was saying as she frantically tried to come up with an explanation that he would believe without actually sharing the whole story. When she heard him say “group home,” she stared at him. Could she allow him to put her little sister in a group home? How could she stop him without telling the truth?

She couldn’t. She argued with Elliot, but Alex took his side. Traitor. Elliot and Olivia dropped Ashley off at a group home in the afternoon. In the back of her mind, Olivia knew Ashley would run. Whatever Jack had done to her, the girl clearly did not want to be in a group home.

Olivia returned to the station and worked with Elliot to find the pimp’s murderer. They found two more prostitutes connected to Stan. One of them seemed overly defensive and requested a lawyer the minute Olivia asked for a DNA sample. Even as she worked, Olivia’s mind was far from the case.

That evening Olivia parked outside the group home. She wasn’t sure why she was there, but she felt a need to be. A loud thud woke Olivia. With a start, she realized she had drifted off. She looked up and saw Ashley climbing down the fire escape. Olivia scrambled out of the car and over to the building. Ashley locked eyes with her and then took off, running as if her life depended on it.

Olivia chased her. She had to admit, Ashley was a good runner. The girl was fast. They ran for seven minutes before Ashley slowed down and Olivia was able to catch her. Olivia cuffed her sister and led her back toward the car. She was surprised when Ashley turned toward the group home. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Aren’t you taking me back?” Ashley asked curiously.

“When you’ve proven you’re capable of running away? Not a chance.” Olivia shoved Ashley into the back of the car.

“Ashley, I know that you were in foster care before. What happened? Why did you run away?” Olivia asked after a long silence.

Ashley looked scared for a split second, then smiled wide and replied, “I have the right to remain silent, or have you forgotten that officer?”

“You’re not under arrest, Ashley, I just want to talk to you.”

Ashley snickered. “Do you usually cuff people who aren’t under arrest? What kind of cop are you?”

Olivia smiled a little.

TBC

Not much of a writer ??? Are you kidding ??
Next part please !

As Olivia drove down the dark street, she struggled with her decision. What was she going to do with Ashley now? She hated the idea of throwing her little sister in a holding cell for the night. She couldn’t put her in another group home. She had no doubt in her mind that Ashley would jump at her first opportunity to run. She knew it was a bad decision even as she turned toward her apartment.

She led Ashley up and uncuffed her. “Where the hell are we?” Ashley demanded.

“My apartment. Sit down.”

Ashley could not figure this cop out. She had been in the system for years. She knew how things worked. She had expected the cop to return her to the group home. When the cop had told her that wouldn’t be happening, she had been prepared for juvie. This she hadn’t expected and couldn’t understand.

What kind of cop takes a hooker home? What was her name again? It started with a B. Damn it, what was her name? Maybe the cop was crooked. Maybe she wanted money or something. Ashley didn’t have much money. She had made a couple hundred before the cops picked her up. “Look, I don’t have very much money. I’ll give you a hundred if you let me go,” Ashley finally said.

Olivia was shocked. She was a good cop. Maybe she bent the rules every now and then if it was necessary to protect someone, but she would never accept a bribe. How had the kid come up with that? “Ashley, I know you’re not trying to bribe a police officer.”

If not money, what then? Ashley was at a loss. “What do you want?”

Ashley sounded tired. For the first time, she wasn’t trying to act tough. Good. “I just want to talk,” Olivia said. “Do you know how many people are abused in foster care?” Ashley looked weary. “Too many. It happens. I know it happens. You were in foster care for a long time. Did anything bad happen?”

Ashley glared at Olivia. “That is none of your business. If you want to talk, you had better choose a different topic of conversation.”

“I know it’s hard to talk about, Ashley, but people usually feel better after they do.”

“Well, I feel just fine right now,” Ashley said. What was with this cop? Why did she keep bringing that up? What did it have to do with the murder?

Olivia decided to try another angle. “Did you know that your foster brother was convicted of sexual assault?”

Ashley looked surprised. “Jack?”

Olivia smiled. She hadn’t said the name. She knew Ashley had several foster brothers over the years. “That’s right, Ashley. But, he wasn’t your only foster brother. And yet, you know he was the one who was convicted. What did he do to you?”

Olivia had expected Ashley to be relieved, happy even, that her attacker was behind bars. But, Ashley looked horrified. “Who did he hurt?” she wondered aloud.

Ashley felt guilty that someone else had been hurt, Olivia realized. A hooker with a heart of gold. “Another girl who was placed in their home,” Olivia answered. “But, that’s not your fault, Ashley. Jack is responsible.”

“But if I would have told someone, maybe they wouldn’t have placed more girls there. I didn’t think anyone would believe me. He told me they wouldn’t. It was his family, not mine,” Ashley said.

Olivia sighed. She knew too many children were placed in bad foster homes. It was so unfair. “It’s not your fault, Ashley,” she said again. “Can you tell me what happened now?”

“He came into my room. Every night. And raped me.” Unlike most rape victims, Ashley betrayed little emotion. She had clearly had a hard time.

“Ashley, why didn’t you tell your social worker? Or the police?”

Ashley laughed. “And what? Be put in another home?”

Olivia realized then that there was no way Ashley would ever stay in another foster home. Even if Olivia made sure it was a good home, Ashley did not trust the system and would always run away from it.

Olivia got an extra blanket out of the closet and handed it to Ashley. “You can sleep on the couch tonight.” As for the rest of the nights? Olivia didn’t know. She did not want this girl who had already been through so much to suffer anymore. Ashley wasn’t a criminal, but a victim.

TBC

She drifted in and out of an uneasy sleep. She had never been able to sleep when she had a lot on her mind. Now she had more on her mind than ever. Finding out about Simon had thrown her for a loop. But, this was so much more complicated.

Ashley was sixteen and had no one. Olivia was her only living relative. And Simon, Olivia corrected herself. Would Simon want a relationship? Olivia hadn’t even thought to ask when they met for coffee.

Things were still so difficult for them. He was her brother. Yet, she had only met him recently and had a lot to learn about him. She certainly didn’t know Simon well enough to guess what his reaction to Ashley would be. He had wanted a relationship with her. But, Olivia was a grown woman and a cop. The situation with Ashley was so different. She was a child and a prostitute. A relationship with her would not be easy.

Normally, Ashley would live with her relatives, which meant Ashley would stay with Olivia. Olivia wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It would mean family. Finally. Olivia had spent most of her life wanting a family.

But, what kind of family would they be? A cop and a prostitute? It was crazy. It could never work. As if to confirm that thought, a door slammed.

Olivia raced into the living room and found the couch empty and the door unlocked. Damn it! This kid was already turning out to be an awful lot of work. More work that Olivia had bargained for.

Olivia was only a few seconds behind Ashley. She caught her after about a block, and dragged her back to the apartment. “Did you really think I wouldn’t catch you? I’m a cop for crying out loud,” Olivia said. She cuffed Ashley’s hand to the leg of the sofa, so that the girl would not be able to run again and returned to bed though she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again.

In the morning, Olivia was still at a loss. What would she do with Ashley? She saw Ashley sitting in a very uncomfortable looking position on the couch and couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, officer, can we lose the bracelets?” Ashley asked. She sounded very tired and irritated. Olivia noticed, not for the first time, how disgusted Ashley sounded when she said officer.

“I don’t know, Ashley,” Olivia replied. “Are you about done trying to run away?”

Ashley’s only response was to give Olivia the finger. Olivia shot the girl a dirty look. Ashley rolled her eyes. She shifted to the floor, where she easily lifted the couch up and slid free. The handcuffs dangled from her wrist. Olivia tried not to smile, as she pulled out the key and freed Ashley.

Olivia braced herself as they pulled up to the station. She knew she was going to be facing a lot of questions from Elliot and Cragen. Questions she wasn’t sure she knew the answers to.

Elliot frowned when he saw his partner walk through the door with the prostitute. He already knew she had been reported as a runaway first thing in the morning. What had Olivia gotten herself into now? He met Olivia at her desk. “Can I talk to you? Now”

Olivia nodded, shoved Ashley down into a chair and told her to stay. She knew Fin or Munch would stop Ashley if she tried to run again. She followed Elliot into the back. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited.

“Would you like to tell me what the hell you’re doing with a runaway prostitute?”

Olivia knew she could trust Elliot. He had proven his loyalty over and over again. He had been amazing helping her with Simon. Still, she hated to discuss her personal issues with anyone. She hated to look weak.

She also knew Elliot would not approve of how she’d handled the Ashley situation. But, it wasn’t for him to decide. “When Warner asked you to leave, she told me that Ashley is a DNA match for me. El, she’s my sister.”

Elliot sighed. He had seen his partner fall apart at the seams when she found her brother. Olivia has messed up on the job, broken the rules, and gotten them both into trouble. They had almost been separated. He needed her, as his partner, as his friend. She was the only one that completely understood him. They worked so well together. He trusted her with his life, and yet he knew she hid things from him.

“And what? You picked her up from the group home right after we dropped her off?” Elliot asked angrily.

“No. She ran away,” Olivia said defensively.

“And you just happened to be there?” Elliot said, though he already knew the answer.

“She’s my sister, El.”

“She’s a prostitute,” Elliot replied. Olivia detected judgment and disdain. “You can’t do this, Liv. You’re not responsible for her. You can’t take care of a sixteen year old prostitute!”

“Oh yeah, you don’t think I can take care of her? I think I can. And what’s more, I think I can do a better job than you did with Kathleen. How many times has she been in trouble with the law, Elliot?” Olivia shot back. She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She hated to hurt Elliot. “I’m sorry, El, that was out of line.”

Elliot glared at her and struggled to keep his temper under wraps. “You’re too involved with this case. You should remove yourself,” he said, before returning to his desk.

When Olivia returned to her own desk, she found Ashley deep in conversation with Vanessa, one of the two hookers they’d brought in after Ashley. It looked like they were arguing.

Elliot and Munch came over to take the girls back into questioning. Olivia fought the urge to stop them. She did not want them questioning Ashley like a criminal. She gave Elliot a warning look when he took Ashley, while Munch took Vanessa. She stayed outside the interrogation room, but watched and listened through the glass.

“Want to tell me what you two were fighting about?” Elliot asked aggressively.

“Where’s Olivia?” Ashley asked.

Olivia was surprised. She didn’t think she had earned Ashley’s trust yet. But, she entered the room to join Elliot, who corrected Ashley, “Detective Benson.”

Elliot frowned at his partner. She had no business interrogating her sister. He realized that he had been overly involved in Kathleen’s case. But, that was different. She was his daughter. Olivia barely even knew Ashley, and yet she was risking everything for her. It reminded him of Simon and he didn’t like it. All of the trouble Olivia went to for Simon hadn’t amounted to much. They barely had a relationship. She was still lonely.

“Olivia, I think I know who killed Stan. Vanessa’s friend Andrea wanted to leave. She met some rich guy who wanted her to move in with him. She told Stan and he said she couldn’t leave. Vanessa said they had a big fight,” Ashley said.

“Do you know the rich guy’s name?” Olivia asked.

“No, but Vanessa probably does.”

“Do you remember anything about him? What he did? Where he lived?” Elliot demanded.

Ashley thought for a moment. “Um, he was really tall. He had dark brown hair. He drove a silver Jaguar. He bought her jewelry a lot. From Tiffany’s. I think he was a lawyer.”

“Ashley, we’re going to need you to work with a sketch artist,” Elliot said.

An hour later they had a sketch of the man. They showed it to Alex since Ashley thought he was a lawyer. Alex recognized him immediately. “That looks like Dan Starr. High priced defense attorney. Mainly takes white collar criminals.”

“I’m going to interview him with Munch. You’re sitting this one out,” Elliot told Olivia definitively.

“You only know about this guy because of Ashley. What is your problem?” Olivia asked angrily.

“You should have told me yesterday. Instead, you decided to handle this yourself. As usual, you didn’t follow procedure. You have no business letting a hooker stay with you. What—“

“I do have business letting her stay with me. She’s my sister, Elliot! And, she just helped us with our case. And, don’t give me any bull about me being too close to the case. You’ve done the same thing in my shoes. Ashley is not even a suspect!”

“Don’t even compare Ashley with Kathleen! Kathleen is my daughter. I raised her. You picked this hooker up off the street and suddenly she’s your long lost sister. Give me a break,” Elliot retorted. “Until I say otherwise, she is still a suspect. You can come to interview Starr. But, from now on, I deal with Ashley. Alone.”

They glared at each other.

They found Starr and Andrea in his penthouse. Andrea was badly beaten.

Starr called a friend on his in to represent Andrea while Olivia talked to her. Starr talked to Elliot without an attorney. Alex listened outside. She knew Starr was a good attorney and wanted to make sure the detectives did everything by the book.

“Andrea, if you killed Stan in self defense, we can help you. I can see that he hurt you,” Olivia said.

“Don’t say anything, Andrea,” the lawyer chimed in.

Olivia excused herself. “Alex, we need a court order for her DNA. If her blood is a match, we can put her at the scene.”

“You’re going to have to give me something before I go to the judge.”

“How about motive? She wanted to quit, Stan wouldn’t let her, Stan beat the crap out of her,” Olivia said.

“According to another prostitute, who could be trying to cover her own tracks. I need more than that.”

Elliot joined them. “Alex, my guy’s willing to sell the girl out for a deal.”

“Nice guy,” Olivia commented. They all headed back to Starr’s interrogation room.

“What do you want, Starr?” Alex asked.

“Immunity.”

“And what are you going to give us?” Alex demanded.

“Eyewitness to the murder, your murderer, and your case on a silver platter,” Starr smirked.

Alex hated to make deals before she knew what she was dealing with. She wouldn’t put it past Starr to commit the murder himself and then sell his girlfriend down the river. He had a terrible reputation. “If your story checks out, you can have immunity,” she finally said, fully intending to thoroughly check his story out.

“Of course,” Starr smiled, confident. “I’ve been seeing Andrea for a month now. I told her she had to resign and move in with me if she wanted to continue our relationship. She told the pimp on the evening of the 20th. He told her she couldn’t quit and, well, you’ve seen the bruises and cuts. She killed him. Then, she called me to come get her.”

“How did a 120 pound girl overpower a full grown man?” Olivia asked.

“I wasn’t there at the time, Detective, but from the looks of her, she took quite a beating herself.”

“I don’t buy it,” Olivia said as they left. “I don’t think Andrea could have done this by herself. She’s a tiny girl. Stan was a strong guy. It doesn’t fit.”

“If she had a weapon on her, she wouldn’t have to overpower him,” Elliot said.

“If she had a weapon, why did she let him slap her around? Why didn’t she fight back right away?” Olivia argued.

“You think Starr helped?” Alex asked.

“It would make more sense. She’s quitting. Starr comes to pick her up. He sees that Stan’s beating her. He steps in to protect her. When he realizes we’re on to him, he sacrifices Andrea to save himself,” Olivia reasoned.

“I wouldn’t put it past him. Based on what I know about him, he’s not the nicest guy,” Alex said agreeably. “Let’s see what Andrea has to say.”

“She’s not going to talk. His friend is her lawyer,” Elliot said.

Still, they took another shot at getting Andrea to talk. “Bad news, Andrea. Your boyfriend told us everything. We know you murdered Stan.”

Pure shock registered on Andrea’s face. “That’s not true.”

“Don’t listen to them, Andrea. They’re just trying to scare you,” the lawyer reassured her.

“That’s not true. Do you want to hear what your boyfriend is saying about you?” Elliot asked. They led her down the hall, to stand outside the glass while Alex went in to go over the details of Starr’s deal.

Andrea listened and cried out. “I can’t believe him! He said he loved me!” Back in her own interrogation room, she was ready to talk. “I didn’t kill him. I told Stan I wanted out. I was moving in with Dan. He said it wasn’t that easy, I couldn’t just walk away. He started hitting me and wouldn’t stop. I feel down to the floor. He was still hitting me. I blacked out. When I woke up, Dan was there and Stan was dead.”

“How did Dan know where you guys were?” Olivia asked.

“I told him. We always take guys back to that motel. Stan usually hangs out in his room while we work.”

“Did Dan know the room number?” Elliot asked.

“Yeah.”

“What happened when you woke up?” Olivia asked.

“Stan was dead. Dan said we needed to make it look like one of the other girls did it. He said if we cut up his thing, it would look sexually motivated and you guys would think one of the other girls did it. He made me do it,” Andrea answered.

“OK, Andrea, did Dan touch anything?” Olivia asked.

“I-I don’t remember. I think he used the knife, before he gave it to me.”

“What did he do with the knife?”

They found the knife and dusted it for fingerprints. It contained two sets of fingerprints. One belonged to Andrea. The detectives were willing to bet the other belonged to Starr.

Sure enough, Warner called Olivia to verify that Starr’s prints were on the murder weapon. “Good work,” Elliot said when Olivia told him the news. It was a peace offering, she knew.

“Thanks, El.”

“Look, I’m sorry for butting in. Just know that if you need to talk, I’m here,” Elliot said, obviously relieved that Olivia was willing to forgive and forget.

“I know.”

“And, Liv, be careful. I know you think you can take care of yourself. And Ashley. But, we don’t know much about her. What we do know is that she’s had a hard life and she’s made some mistakes.” As much as he wanted Olivia to listen to him, to take is slowly with Ashley, he knew she intended to take the prostitute home with her. With any luck, the girl would be more successful in her next attempt to run away. Olivia had enough family drama. The last thing she needed was Ashley.

As Olivia was about to take Ashley home, Cragen stopped her. Great, just what she needed. She’d had to have it out with Elliot and now she had to deal with Cragen, too. He was a good boss, but Olivia knew he would be less understanding that Elliot.

“Warner told me about Ashley,” Cragen began. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” Olivia replied shortly.

“Olivia, you don’t have to take Ashley in. I can make a call, find a good home for her.”

“No. She’s my sister. She should be with me.” And, Olivia knew she would run away from any home, no matter how good it was.

“Still, this situation is far from typical. You know you could have a relationship with her even if she didn’t stay with you.”

“With all due respect, this is my decision,” Olivia said firmly.

“Then take some time. A day or two to get her settled. If you change your mind, let me know,” Cragen said.

Olivia nodded and started for the door. “Oh, and Olivia?” She turned. “If she interferes with your ability to do your job, we will talk again.”

She was already in a bad mood. She had not had a good day. And now she had to tell Ashley that they were sisters.

She didn’t even know how to tell Ashley. It had been difficult to tell Simon that they were siblings. But, Simon had believed her. He recognized her from the pictures her dad had kept of her. He was an adult. He was more mature. He wanted a sister. Telling a teenager who believed she had no family was going to be even more difficult.

“Ashley, I don’t know how to tell you this,” Olivia began, “but when we ran your DNA through the system, something came up.”

A brief look of surprise showed on Ashley’s face. “You seriously think I had something to do with the murder? Even after I helped you?”

“No, no. But, your DNA was a match for mine. The ME thinks you’re my sister,” Olivia said.

Now Ashley looked absolutely shocked. The shock was quickly replaced by anger. “Yeah, right. What kind of a sick joke is this, officer?”

“It’s no joke, Ashley. I know it must be hard to believe. I was pretty surprised myself,” Olivia said honestly. “My father raped my mother. But, the police never found my father. I think he must have raped your mother, too.”

Ashley sucked in a deep breath. “My mom was raped. They never found her rapist.”

Olivia nodded. She already knew this. Should she tell Ashley about Simon now, too? Why rock the boat? A new sister and living arrangement was more than enough for Ashley to deal with in one night. Besides, Olivia still hadn’t asked Simon how involved he wanted to be.

They drove in silence for a few minutes. Olivia wanted to let Ashley digest the information. Ashley broke into the silence, “How long have you known?”

“We only got the DNA results back yesterday,” Olivia answered. What was Ashley thinking? Olivia couldn’t imagine. “I know you don’t want to go back to foster care…”

“No,” Ashley agreed quickly. “I would rather you put me in juvie.” She had been thinking about this all day. She knew the cops weren’t going to let her go. They knew she was a minor. She would not go back into the system. It simply wasn’t an option. She knew what could happen there. She would rather go to jail until she turned eighteen.

“What?” Whatever Olivia had been expecting, she had not been expecting that. Ashley had no idea what juvenile hall was like. But, Olivia did. And she was not going to put her sister there. The thought had never even crossed her mind. “No, Ashley, you’re not going to juvenile hall. Believe me, you do not want to go to juvenile hall. How would you feel about staying with me for awhile?”

Now, that was the last thing Ashley was expecting. Finding out she had a sister was nothing compared to this. What would a cop want with a prostitute for a sister? Ashley nearly laughed aloud at the thought. What, would they both go off to work at night, Olivia with a badge and gun and Ashley with high heels and condoms?

Considering her options, staying with Olivia might be the best thing for now. It wouldn’t do long term. Ashley did not like to be told what to do. She was used to being on her own, taking care of herself. But, Olivia’s couch was probably better than juvie for a few weeks. Eventually, Olivia would probably stop watching her like a hawk and Ashley could leave. “Well, are you planning on cuffing me to the couch every night?” Ashley finally said.

Olivia laughed, relieved that Ashley seemed to be handling the situation well. “I’ll promise not to if you promise not to run away.”

“Deal,” Ashley said.

Olivia ordered Chinese. She and Ashley liked the same thing. Not surprising. She and Simon had liked the same cereal. She remembered how cute and funny Simon had been the first time they hung out.

Then, Olivia’s issues had surfaced. She hadn’t believed Simon when he promised he was innocent of rape. What’s more, she had actually believed he tried to kill her. Damn that captain who had set him up. Even though Olivia had ended up clearing Simon’s name and saving his life, their relationship had rocky.

Simon had been nothing but nice to her. He had forgiven her for everything. He truly wanted a relationship. He had always wanted a sister. Now he had two.

Olivia promised herself that she would not make the same mistakes with Ashley. So far, so good. They got along amazingly well. They ate and watched TV. When it was time to go to bed, Olivia hesitated. Sure, she had promised not to cuff Ashley to the couch again. But, could she really trust her not to run? In the short time Olivia had known Ashley, she had tried to take off twice.

Olivia cursed herself for already having trust issues. This was different, though. She had a good reason for not trusting Ashley. Olivia decided against the cuffs but reminded Ashley, “I am a cop. Don’t even think about running. I think we both know I’m faster than you by now.” There was a hint of warning behind the teasing tone.

Olivia left her bedroom door cracked so that she would hear anything from the living room. Just in case.

Ashley briefly considered breaking the deal before deciding it was too soon. Olivia didn’t trust her. Ashley noticed that Olivia’s bedroom door was open. She would probably hear if Ashley left. Olivia had been pretty nice, but Ashley had a feeling she would be pissed if Ashley tried to run again tonight. Eventually, Olivia would have to leave her alone and Ashley would be waiting for her chance. She just had to bide her time.

Olivia was pleased to find Ashley sound asleep on the couch in the morning. Ashley had kept her word. She hadn’t tried to run. What were Elliot and Cragen so worried about? This was going to work. This was going to work just fine.

Olivia realized her optimism was a little premature when she broached the subject of school later that morning. “Ashley, you have to go to school. You’re sixteen!”

Ashley made a face. “I am not going to school. I haven’t gone to school for over a year.”

Olivia frowned. That would be a problem. “Well, you should be in school. All sixteen year olds are in school.”

“Not the kind of sixteen year olds who drop out,” Ashley retorted.

“This is not an option. You are not going to sit around the apartment all day while I work,” Olivia said in what she hoped was a firm voice.

“No problem. I’ll work,” Ashley shrugged.

“Yes, you will work. At school,” Olivia insisted.

Ashley shook her head furiously. “No way.”

“Look, kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Olivia glared at Ashley and reached for her handcuffs.

Olivia was glad she had not had to drag Ashley into the school building in handcuffs. How would that look? But, man, the kid was stubborn. She only gave in when she realized Olivia was serious about the handcuffs.

The principal gave Ashley a placement test. Olivia waited while she took the test, worrying that Ashley would be way behind since she had not been in school in awhile. Ashley seemed smart enough.

“Good news, Ms. Benson,” the principal said. “Ashley did well on her placement test. She is right about where she should be, at sophomore level. She’s a little behind in math, but if she works hard she’ll catch right up.”

Olivia exited the principal’s office, excited to share the good news with Ashley. Ashley was already busy talking to a very good-looking boy. Olivia sighed. Her optimism was definitely premature. Dealing with a stubborn sixteen year old was proving to be more difficult than she had anticipated.

A Few Months Later

In the SVU squad room, Olivia, Elliot, and Huang studied the pictures of the victim. Mary was a twenty-five year old from a wealthy family. She had been found in her Park Avenue penthouse raped and brutally murdered that morning. There were no fingerprints and there was no DNA.

“He loved her. He could have stabbed her anywhere. Stabbing her through the heart is personal, emotional,” Huang said calmly.

“Why did he use an ice pick?” Stabler asked.

“It is possible the ice pick was convenient. Or, it might symbolize the killer’s perception of her as cold-hearted,” Huang replied.

“It’s the boyfriend,” Olivia said.

“Why would the boyfriend see her as cold-hearted? She loves him. Maybe an ex,” Elliot argued.

“Not necessarily,” Huang interjected. Olivia and Elliot stared at him curiously. “Just because he loved her, doesn’t mean that she knew him. He may have seen her or met her once and become infatuated, obsessed, with her.”

“She was a high society type, in the paper a lot,” Elliot said.

“He knew her. There was no sign of forced entry,” Olivia said. Elliot still looked skeptical. “It’s the boyfriend! Come on, Elliot, the boyfriend found her in the morning.”

“So?” Elliot asked.

“So, why weren’t they together last night? Why did he just happen to stop by in the morning? Something’s off.”

Cragen nodded. “Olivia, Elliot, go talk to the boyfriend. Munch, Fin, go talk to her family. Get the names of any ex-boyfriends.”








Munch and Fin arrived at a large house in an established neighborhood. Mary’s mother, Angela Fields, answered the door. “Detectives, have you found Mary’s murderer?”

Fin frowned. The mother didn’t seem upset or emotional. She didn’t look as though she’d been crying. She seemed cold. “No, ma’am, but we need to ask you a few questions. Can we come in?”

“Of course.” She led them into the living room. A maid appeared with a tray of drinks.

“No thanks,” Fin said. “How was Mary’s relationship with her boyfriend?”

Angela looked surprised. “Todd? He’s a nice young man. He comes from a good family. They met at Columbia. He just graduated with an MBA,” she said proudly.

Munch tried not to laugh. What was it with rich people? A family name and pedigree were more important than how the jerk treated her daughter. He could have raped and murdered her and the mom couldn’t care less. “Aside from his resume, can you tell us if they were having any problems?”

“Of course not. Todd was about to propose. He asked us a few weeks ago. The ring is lovely,” Angela said wistfully.

Munch rolled his eyes. Maybe Mary turned down his proposal, so Todd killed her. Rich and powerful men did not like being told no. “We need the names of all of Mary’s ex-boyfriends.”

Angela listed off three men as well as which Ivy League school they had each graduated from. One was currently enrolled in Harvard Law. The other two still lived in Manhattan. They thanked Angela for her time. As they walked to the car, Fin muttered, “Rich people.”

I like your story !!
Next part please !!!!

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I'm working on it, but unfortunately I have finals coming up and have to actually study. I'll definitely add to it, but probably not for another week or so. Who knows, maybe I'll take a study break and finish.