Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
'Their Secret Lives'

Disclaimer: Law & Order" Special Victims Unit and all characters associated with it belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. All other characters and places are mine and mine alone. If there is a real person or place that I have named in my story, it is purely coincidental.

Summary: Sequel to 'How to Bring Her Back.' (A/N: If you have yet to read 'How to Bring Her Back,' I strongly suggest that you do so before you start 'Their Secret Lives.' It will make a lot more sense if you do.) Detective Olivia Benson is not more, Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot is no more, even their daughter Mackenzie Cabot-Benson is not more. So who is more?

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A/N: Alexandria, Wyoming is not a real city in Wyoming. I made it up and take full credit for it. Too bad you can't visit it though; it is a truly beautiful place. I also made up Benton College. As far as I know, it does not exist.

Cabot Crossing – Alexandria, Wyoming

The agent turned left onto Cabot Crossing, a dark, deserted street brought to life only by the light emanating from a few strategically placed street lamps.

"Cabot Crossing?" "Alexandria, Wyoming?" The vehicle's oldest two occupants asked simultaneously in disbelief.

"Oh you have got to be kidding."

The agent eyed the fair-haired woman and her older companion through the rear view window. "Now listen up you two." She adjusted the mirror so that she could see all of the passengers. "And you."

"Wha-" Mackenzie began, but was cut off.

"From this point on, you are Jenn Taylor and Lorri Costa; two brilliant professors at Benton College." Olivia and Alex both shot daggers at the younger woman. At the rate they were going, they half expected their real names to be up in lights somewhere.

"You two are blissfully happy, but not so happy as to draw unnecessary attention to yourselves." That earned her two over exaggerated sets of eye rolls and a muffled chuckle from the vehicle's youngest human occupant.

She continued right along. "You two have a beautiful daughter, Gabrielle Renée, who is named after Jenn and my youngest sister who died tragically at the age of three and a half months after contracting bacterial meningitis. You will read the full story behind that as well as your full bios in your files, which I will give to you once we're in the new house and I'm certain that the place is secure."

"Wouldn't it have made more sense to have had us already have read our files?" Mackenzie questioned. "I mean, it's not like we've had anything to do for the past three days."

The agent sighed. "Well then I guess it's time that you learn that nothing in this world makes sense. But . . ." She steered the car up a long gravel driveway. " . . to answer your question, yes, it would have made sense, but we couldn't take the risk of having any one of you seen with the files, especially not on the plane. By giving them to you once you've already been successfully relocated, the risk of anyone seeing them is virtually eliminated."

"Guess that explains the million flight changes." Mackenzie said to herself.

The vehicle pulled to a stop and the engine quieted.

"Wait, what do you mean 'virtually eliminated?'" Alex questioned.

"Well there is always the possibility of nosey neighbors who have a habit of showing up at the most inconvenient time. And, that is one of the reasons I'll be staying with you for a while. In the event that someone does show up while you're getting to know your new selves or having an identity crisis and a neighbor or two decide to show up, I will entertain the guests." After her little speech, she quickly hopped out of the car.

"Please tell me she's not always this peppy."

Alex gently pushed the teen out of the vehicle. "God let's hope not."

Olivia laughed. "And just think, she's your sister."

Alex groaned. "Don't remind me."

Once outside, the three got their first look, albeit in total darkness, at what would be their new home for the next few weeks, months, or however long they would be forced to stay in hiding.

Mackenzie squinted for a few moments and then nodded. "Yep, I can definitely live here. Nice choice mom."

Olivia turned to Alex. "You picked this house?"

"Well Mackenzie and I did, but yeah. The only thing we didn't know was where it was."

"Hey remember . . . names." The agent scolded. "Now, Gabrielle get your dog out of the back and then let's get in the house a.s.a.p."

Mackenzie got the ever-growing Collie pup out of the SUV and then followed her 'aunt' into the house.

"Hey ladies." The agent called from the open doorway. "Let's get inside before anyone notices and attempts to make contact."

Just to spite the agent, Alex and Olivia took their time getting their overnight bags and making their way up the walkway. "If anyone 'notices and attempts to make contact' at 1:15 in the morning, they have got to go out and find themselves a life."

Olivia nodded, but seeing as it was so early in the morning and she and Alex were pretty much dead on their feet, they didn't stay outside for long. They would admire their new dwelling later, when there was more light and they could actually see it.

"Alright" The agent began once the two were inside. "I'm going to do a quick sweep of the place. It's already been thoroughly checked twice and we've had eyes on it 'round the clock since you picked the place, but I like to check myself before I'm satisfied."

Both Alex and Mackenzie couldn't help but laugh at the last phrase. The agent on the other hand, picked up her briefcase and didn't utter a single word. She obviously had her game face on.

Olivia looked to Alex who simply shrugged. The trio stood in silence for a little longer before the detective in Olivia would no longer keep quiet. "Why are we being so quiet?"

"We're just waiting for your daughter."

Alex adverted her eyes from the fireplace to which she has been starring and turned around to face the agent. "Mackenzie? Where is she?"

"Gabrielle took the dog out in the back. She'll be in momentarily."

"She's in now." Mackenzie informed as she strode into the room, Lexie hot on her heels. "What's up?"

"Until I have finished checking the house, you all will be confined to your rooms. I would recommend going to sleep as the bedrooms are going to be the last rooms I check and there is no talking in unchecked rooms."

"What if we only talk as the people we are now?"

The agent pondered this. "No, still too risky. It's best to just go to sleep; make as little noise as possible. I should be done by morning."

"It is morning." Mackenzie mumbled.

"I thought you said you were only going to do a quick sweep." Olivia reminded.

"Trust me, a few hours is a quick sweep for me. IF we had more time, I would take a few days . . . Now Jenn, Lorri, your bedroom is down the hall, first door on the right. Gabrielle, your bedroom is -"

Mackenzie cut her off. "Up the stairs and to the left. First door on the right."

"Great, so let's get going. The sooner I am certain that this place is safe, the sooner you can start getting to know yourselves."

Mackenzie did as her new aunt told and went upstairs to bed without another word. Alex and Olivia on the other hand, had other ideas.