Title: One of Their Own

Author: SVUFanatic611

Rating: PG

A/n: Well, inspiration for this one came from The West Wing in Season 5 when Zoey is…well, don't want to give it away…hope you enjoy it! Please review!

Disclaimer: SVU and its associated characters are not mine.

Jean's Performing Arts Academy
December 3, 2003

"Listen, I'm going to go home, Greg. Thanks for helping me with this pre-calculus homework," said Kathleen Stabler to one of her good friends, Greg.

"No problem. I wasn't given a big brain to keep it all for myself," he replied. He paused as he looked at Kathleen putting on her lavender shoes in place of her ballet shoes. He sat down on the edge of the stage next to her. "I'm really sorry to hear about your break-up with Phillip," he said sympathetically, but he really wasn't sorry. Phillip was a jerk and Kathleen was the only who didn't realize it until a month after she had agreed to go out with him.

Kathleen looked up from her feet and smiled a little. "Thanks, but I'm not sorry, so you shouldn't be. I was stupid and I realize that now. I'm just glad I got out of it and got up the courage to break-up with him…but thanks anyway."

"No problem. How about you and me go and get a latte or something? Maybe cheer you up a bit?"

"Umm…actually I can't. I gotta go pick up my dad."

"Pick up your dad?" he asked, repeating it, thinking if he did, he might understand it more. "Isn't he the one that's supposed to be picking up you?"

"Well, yeah, but I always complain to him that he never lets me drive anywhere, so he asked me this morning to give him a ride to the precinct. My father does weird things like that."

"It's not too weird. Just be happy you have a good father and a wonderful mother."

Kathleen hated when he mentioned his family, mostly because she didn't know how to respond. Greg was a great guy, but he had been a bit neglected as a child. His dad came home drunk sometimes and his mother…well, he never knew his mother. She wanted to tell her dad, but he made her promise not to. It was a promise she intended on keeping.

"Yeah…look, thanks for trying to cheer me up. I'll talk to you later," she said, jumping off the stage onto the floor. "I gotta go…and I'll talk to my dad about going to the library tomorrow."

And with that, she walked out of the dance room and into the parking lot, on her way to the 1-6.

SVU Squadroom

It was actually a quiet day at the squadroom. The case they had recently been working on was solved. Olivia sat at her desk finishing her paperwork, while Elliot waited quietly until he could go home and be with his family during these Christmas spirit-filled days. Every other holiday, he had been so busy working that he barely made it home for Christmas, but it looked like the scum-bags of the city were finally giving him a break.

Olivia looked up at her partner. "Elliot, why are you just sitting there? I would've thought that that you'd be gone already on a day like this."

He smiled. 'She knows me to well,' he thought to himself. "Normally, I would, but Kathleen's picking me up." He cringed just a little at the mention of his second daughter driving.

"What do you mean Kathleen's picking you up?" she said with confusion.

"Well, she does have her driver's license and always complains about how I won't let her go anywhere on her own. Well, this morning, I surprised her and asked her to give me a ride to the precinct."

Olivia looked at him in surprise. "Well, aren't you nice? I'm sure you were a fly in her ear telling her what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Am I right?"

He smiled and sighed. "More or less."

"Well, how'd she do?"

Elliot liked how she did that. She always asked about his kids. "Not too bad. We still have to work on some things, but I'm here and unharmed, aren't I?"

She slightly laughed. "Well, just make sure to listen and watch instead of criticize. It can't be easy driving with you in the passenger seat. Trust me…I know."

"Well, gee, thanks." They remained silent for awhile until Elliot spoke up again. "Excuse me, nature calls."

"Elliot, I know that I'm your partner and we don't have any secrets, but you really don't have to share that kind of information with me," she said sarcastically.

"I'll remember that for the next time," he said, walking toward the bathroom.

Soon after he exited, a young girl of about sixteen walked into the squadroom. She had golden brown hair that was shoulder length and slightly flipped outward at the end. She wore a purple pleated skirt with a white blouse. The outfit was complete with lavender open-toed shoes, impeccable make-up, and sunglasses. Little did Olivia know who the girl was.

She noticed the teen and greeted her. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Yeah, is my dad here?" she asked in a sweet tone.

"Well, I don't know. Who's your dad?" she said, a little confused.

The girl laughed and took off your sunglasses to reveal bright blue eyes – eyes that could've only been inherited from Elliot. "Olivia!? It's me, Kathleen. I would really hope that you know who my dad is."

"Hey Kathleen!" she said, the two girls embracing each other. "I haven't seen you in so long. You've grown up so much."

Kathleen smiled and it reminded Olivia of Elliot. It was obvious what genes she inherited. "Well, thank you."

"Your dad went to the bathroom. So…how's school going?"

"It's going okay," she said, sitting in her father's chair. "It's my junior year, which means I'm just waiting to be a senior."

"Ah, I remember those days," Olivia replied, taking her seat. "And to be honest, I like the present much better…much better."

Kathleen laughed a little. "Yeah, I can't wait until it's over. It's like sometimes I just want to run away from it all. And don't get me started on all the jerks called boys…College life is looking so much better and better. "

"Where are you planning to go?"

"I don't really know. Dad wants me to stay local like Maureen, although he won't admit it. But, I really want to move out of state; get the entire college experience. My grades aren't that bad. I'm thinking about scholarships."

"The best of luck with that. I know you'll do great no matter where you decide to go."

"Well, thank you. That means a lot." At that moment, Elliot walked in. Kathleen noticed him and smiled at her father.

"You know, Dad, everytime you come to pick me up and I'm late, you get mad. Now, what's to stop me from feeling the same way?" she said, with a smirk.

"The fact that I'm your father. Now, give me the keys so we can get out of here before I'm called to a scene," he said, holding out his hand.

Kathleen raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'give you the keys'? I'm driving."

"No, you're not, not in rush hour traffic."

"Well, what do you call this morning's traffic? I made it through that just fine."


"Please don't 'Kathleen' me. I want a legitimate reason why you won't let me drive home."

"Just give me the keys."

"Please, Dad. How are you ever going to learn to trust me if you don't give me a chance?"

Elliot took a deep breath and glanced at Olivia, as if getting her opinion on everything. She noticed this and replied, "Oh, don't get me in the middle of this. You decide what you want to."

Olivia had sat back and watched the banter that had gone on between her partner and his daughter. She didn't intrude in on the conversation, but loved how they had that kind of relationship. She was a little jealous that she never had that growing up.

Elliot took a deep breath. "Alright, fine…you can drive. Go to the car and I'll meet you out there in a minute."

"Yes! Thank you, Daddy," she said, kissing her father on the cheek. She started out, but turned around before leaving. "It was good to see you again, Olivia."

Olivia picked up her head from the file and smiled. "Thanks, same here."

Kathleen walked out with a little spring in her step. Elliot went to his locker, pulled out the messages that were waiting for him and flipped through them. "I swear that child is going to be the death of me."

Olivia laughed. "I don't know about that. I like her. She definitely makes a formidable opponent."

"Yeah, real great. Listen, do you want to join us for dinner? I can tell Kathy to set an extra plate."

Olivia smiled. He always asked her that, but she always declined. She was with him all day. She didn't want to intrude on the only time he had with his family. That day's response was no different. "No thanks. Just give them all the best from me."

"Alright. See you tomorrow, Liv."

"Bye, Elliot."

Elliot made his way out of the squadroom and to the car. He saw his daughter in the driver's seat and he couldn't help but remember when she was a little girl. Now she had turned into such a beautiful, young woman ready for the world. And whether or not he liked it, he was going to have to accept it.

He reached the car and slipped into the passenger seat. "Well, sweetheart, let's go home. Remember, take the car out of 'park' and…"

"Dad, I know how to drive."

"Alright, well let's go." Kathleen started up the car and Elliot continued. "Did you get your pre-calculus test back today?"

"Umm…yeah," she said, nervously.

"So, how did you do?"

"Umm…not too good. I got a 64."

"Kathleen, you could've done better."

"No, Dad, that's the point. If I could've done better, I would've done better."

"Don't pull that crap on me, Kat. I don't want to hear of these kind of grades anymore, okay? Instead of going out to the movies with your friends, you could spend that time at the library."

"Actually, speaking of the library…I was wondering if I could go to the library with Greg tomorrow after school."

"No," he said sternly.

"Why can't I go to the library?"

"I never said you couldn't go to the library. I just said no to the fact that you'd be going with Greg."

"Dad! We have an Aztec empire report due in a week and we need to get our facts together. Plus, Greg is just a friend and you know that."

"Well, invite him over to our house to study."

"That would be great, but our house isn't filled with books about Aztec culture and Liz and Dickie would scare anyone out of their minds."

"Maybe that's the plan," he said, smiling.

"Dad, come on. Please say I can go."

"I guess you can, but you have to ask your mother. And, how are you guys going to get there?"

"I already asked Mom and she said it was okay and we're just going to walk. It's not far from school."

"Just make sure you call me every now and then to check up."

"Dad! I'm sixteen. I hate having to stop what's going on with my friends to make a call to my over-protective father. It's just to the library!"

"Don't raise your voice to me, Kathleen Gabrielle. And it's not that I'm over-protective, it's that all those other parents are under-protective. Now, it's whether you can go to the library and call me or you can stay at home and study by yourself."

Kathleen realized that she was fighting a fight she had already lost. When her father said something, he meant it and he never backed down from anything he said. She sighed as she answered, "Alright, fine."

They remained silent as Kathleen drove them home.

New York City Public Library
December 4, 2003

"I'm just so tired of it, Greg. I mean, he treats me like a little kid, but if I do something wrong, he expects me to face the consequences like an adult. He can't have it both ways," said Kathleen as she picked out a book off the shelf.

"He's just trying to protect you, Kathleen. It can't be easy seeing what he sees everyday and then coming home to his wife and kids. Maybe you should be more understanding of that."

"Are you sticking up for my father?" she asked as she turned around and smiled at her friend.

"Well…yes, I am. It's the truth and you said before that that's all you wanted from your friends."

"I guess, but…"

"Don't worry about it, Kat. You're here aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I still have to call my dad."

"Then stop complainin' about it and just get it over with," he said, as they walked back to the table and he handed her cell phone over to her. Kathleen took it and went to an empty aisle to call Elliot.

'She doesn't realize how good she's got it,' Greg thought to himself. Kathleen came back and took the books off the table into her arms with somewhat of a scowl on her face.

"Kat, everything okay?"

"No, not really. My dad says that I have to get home."

"Well, we've been here for like an hour. Maybe it is time for you to go," he said, trying to assure her.

"It's just…it's typical Dad. I mean, he's not even home yet, but he's the one saying that I need to be home more."

"Don't worry about it, Kat. We've got our report outlined, which is all we need right now. I'll call you tonight and then we can figure it out."

"Yeah…okay. How about you come over for dinner tonight? I know my mom won't mind and I really don't think my dad will be there. That way, we can finish this."

Greg looked sympathetically at his friend. "I really wish I could, Kat, but my dad is expecting me home. I'll call you," he said, beginning to look at his watch. "Crap, it's time for me to go, too. I'm due home in fifteen minutes. I know I promised you I'd walk you home, but you wouldn't mind if…"

"Don't worry about it, Greg. I'm a big girl. I can walk home by myself. You should get going and I'll talk to you tonight," she said, as they checked out the books and exited the library.

"Alright, see ya, Kat," he said, waving over his shoulder and walking home in the opposite direction. Kathleen watched him walk off and silently prayed for his safety.

Kathleen walked home, her mind full of thoughts. She listened to the Christmas music that filled the street coming from the various stores. She made a mental note that she still had presents to buy.

Then something happened that changed her life forever…

Stabler Residence

"I'm sorry, Greg. She's not home yet," said Elliot, talking to Greg over the phone.

"She's not home? We left the library two hours ago."

"Two hours? That long?" he said, beginning to grow concerned.

"Yeah…we left as soon as she hung up from your conversation with her. I would've thought that she'd be home by now."

"Elliot!! Hang up the phone. Dinner's ready," said Kathy, entering the living room, drying her hands on a towel.

Elliot waved in his wife to the living room and she sat next to him on the couch. "Are you sure that you left after she called me?" he asked Greg.

Kathy looked a little worried, but not too much. "Yes, Mr. Stabler. I'm positive."

"Okay, thanks. Kathleen will call you back later." Elliot hung up the phone with a sigh.

"What was that all about?" asked Kathy.

"That was Greg. He said that he and Kathleen left the library at five, but it's seven now. Last time I checked, it didn't take two hours to walk home the library," he said, worried.

"Elliot, don't worry. I'm sure she's fine. Maybe she stopped by a friend's or something. I'm sure she's got a good reason for this."

"She should've called. She's never this irresponsible."

"Elliot, come eat dinner. I'm sure there's no reason to sweat over this."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know my daughter."

"She's my daughter, too."

"Just come eat dinner."

Elliot reluctantly obeyed his wife and ate dinner with his family. He thought about Kathleen but realized that maybe Kathy was right. After dinner, he helped clear the table and, leaving the twins to the dishes, he grabbed a beer and walked into the living room. Passing by his front door, he realized that a piece of paper was lying on the floor – as if it had been shoved underneath the door. He picked it up and almost fell to his knees. It was a picture of Kathleen with her pants off, tied up in ropes with her mouth duct-taped, hunched over in a corner. A note was attached that said, "Let's play hide-and-seek, Detective. I'm hiding your precious daughter, and you have 24 hours to find her. If you don't find her, something will happen…"

"Kathy!! Get out here now!!" Elliot screamed as he opened the door and started to search for anyone that might've left the note.

He found nothing and went back inside, panting. Kathy entered and looked at her husband perplexed. "El, what's wrong?"

"THIS! This is what's wrong!" he said, yelling, handing the note to Kathy. She took it in her hands and her eyes widened after reading it.

"I told you something was wrong!" Elliot said, as he reached for the phone. It rang two times before someone picked up. "Captain, it's Elliot…" He began to tell his story while Kathy stared into space trying to make sense of it all. She really thought that she had stopped at a friend's house or went Christmas shopping.

SVU Squadroom

"I'm headin' out guys. See ya tomorrow," said Olivia as she grabbed her coat.

"No, you're not going anywhere. We got a high priority case. I need all three of you on it," said Cragen as he walked out of his office.

Olivia's heart sank just a little. She just wanted to go home, but being a detective had its sacrifices. "Well, what about Elliot?" she asked. He said 'I need the three of you…'

Cragen ignored Olivia's question and continued. 'I'm not the right person to tell,' he thought. "Sixteen year old girl kidnapped and family got a note. Here's the address. Go talk to them," he said, handing over a piece of paper.

Olivia noticed that her captain ignored her question, but didn't make a big deal out of it. She took the paper in her hands and her eyes widened. "Cap', this is…this is…" she said, not being able to get the words out.

"I know what it is, Olivia. Just get down there." And with that, he left for his office.

"What is it, Olivia?" asked Munch.

"Yeah, Olivia, is it somethin' special?" asked Fin, as he and Munch walked over to her, both of them putting on their coats.

"This…this is Elliot's address."


a/n – I'm sorry this is a really long chapter, but I didn't know where to stop it. Future chapters will be shorter, but still full of info! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!