A/N: o..O Here it is...enjoy? The twins have just celebrated their sixth birthday, a new baby was born on January 23, 2005. But whose? This story begins exactly three years after Young and Beautiful ended, to the day, making the new arrival two years and two months old.)

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. This story belongs to TStabler©

MARCH 28, 2007

Phones were ringing off the hook, people were chattering, witnesses were giving statements to detectives, victims were crying, but the only thing he could think about was his wife. She was mad at him, refusing to talk to him about anything but their current case, shooting him annoyed looks.

She glared at him as she moved to take a phone call, and his heart cracked a bit. "Liv," he whispered, trying to get her attention.

She held up a finger as she rattled off a phone number to the person on the other end of the line. She hung up and looked at him. "What?"

"Can we stop this, please?" he asked. "I promise, it'll never happen again, I didn't even think about it. I didn't think it was such a big deal, but..."

"At three in the morning, when I am attempting to potty train your son, the last thing I need is for him to fall into the toilet because you can't remember to put the seat down," she said, her eyes narrow. "Also? Changing the toilet paper roll does not cause brain damage!"

He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. "I told you I was sorry."

"He cried for over an hour, Elliot," she said, her face falling from something angry to something exhausted. "He was soaked, and he was cold, and he wouldn't let me go."

"I swear, I will remember to put the seat down from now on," he said, his eyes serious. "Forgive me? Talk to me? I can't stand it when you're mad at me."

She took a deep breath and then she nodded. "Fine," she said. "I was getting tired of hating you, too," she said, letting him catch a glimpse of a small smile.

"You two," their captain said, walking over to their desks, "The new ADA will be here in about ten minutes, I need you to have a complete package for her on the Henderson case. She has no idea what she's walking into. They never do."

"Right, Jefe," Elliot said, reaching for an empty manila folder.

John Munch, the most senior detective in the unit, and familiar face, chuckled. "I am now taking bets on how long this one's gonna last. I got two hundred bucks on less than a month. Who wants in?"

Olivia rolled her eyes when her friend, and fellow detective in the unit, Brian Cassidy raised his hand. "Gimme seventy-five on less than a week," the guy said. She looked at Elliot. "Don't you dare," she said.

"Hey, I never bet against Munch," he said, shaking his head. "We've got three kids, a mortgage, two car payments, and a ton of bills we have to pay. I'm not stupid."

She chuckled. "Speaking of bills," she said, handing him a few papers and photographs to put into the folder in his hand, "I just mailed out our last Discover payment. That thing is paid off, and out of our lives."

"Yeah," he said, raising both eyebrows. "Until the next emergency we need it for." He shook his head, stapling the papers, and said, "We're doing good, though."

"And to think people thought we'd never last," she said with a sigh.

"Who the hell thought that?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

She laughed. "No one, that's just what you're supposed to say when things are going really good." She handed him several handwritten and signed statements and watched him put them into the folder. "That it?"

"If she needs more than this, she's not a very good lawyer," he said, closing the folder.

"I assure, I'm a great lawyer, Detective Stabler," a voice behind him said.

He turned, and his smile immediately faded. "Oh, my God," he said, moving his chair so Olivia could see who it was.

"Alex?" Olivia questioned, standing up. "What are you...I thought you were still in Jersey with your mother and the baby. When did you..."

"What baby?" Alex asked, her head tilted. "Wipe the dumbfounded expressions off of your faces and tell me what I'm dealing with here."

Elliot looked at Olivia, shrugged, and held out the folder to Alex. "Paul Henderson," he said. "Accused of raping a twelve year old girl after he picked her up from a birthday party."

"He's the driver for a car service," Olivia said. "After the word got out, thirteen other girls..."

"I can read," Alex said coldly. "Do you have anything solid, or am I supposed to base my entire case around the fantastic stories of a bunch of children?"

Elliot snorted, not amused. "DNA inside two of the girls, every last one of them picked him out of a photo spread and a line up, seven of them told us where his birthmark was. I thought you said you could read."

Alex snapped her eyes toward him. "Just keep doing your job and feeding me evidence. I'll go schedule his arraignment." She turned, but she stopped. "One question. Well, two actually. Is the captain of this unit really okay with the two of you being married?"

Olivia's eyes widened. "Will you keep it down? There are only three people in this place who know about that, we've gotta keep it quiet."

Alex smirked. "Right," she said, condescending. "And is the sergeant of this precinct okay with your captain being Elliot's father?"

Elliot took a step, glaring at her, and through clenched teeth he hissed, "No one knows. No one is gonna find out, you got that?"

"Sure," Alex said, grinning like a cat that swallowed a canary. "Whatever you say, Detective Stabler. Just...do your job, and I'll do mine, and we'll be just fine." She turned again and walked out, without saying goodbye.

"Holy shit," Olivia said under her breath. She shot Elliot a nervous look as she turned to move back to her desk. This wasn't good. Not good at all.


"Trevor?" Casey called into the house. "Trev, honey?" She walked further into the living room, and she saw the light on the answering machine blink. "Guess he's not home," she said to herself. She pushed the button and listened to the outgoing message, then heard the first recorded memo play.

"Trevor, my name is Dean Porter. You, uh, you helped out with a case a few years ago, involving my father. I just wanted to thank you for both your discretion and your time. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know. You can get to me through Elliot Stabler. I think you know him."

Casey looked confused, but before she could replay the message to figure it out, she felt his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, then turned. "What was that about? What case?"

Trevor rolled his eyes. "Casey, not now, all right? I signed a non-disclosure..."

"How many years ago?" she asked, folding her arms.

He ran a hand down his face. "Three," he said shortly.

"Are you...you're not talking about the case...that woman who accused Elliot's father of..." Casey stopped, trying to find words. "I went to them, I told them it was going to court, how was..."

"Case, look," Trevor said. "Elliot's father didn't do anything, and I proved it. Joe Stabler's entire squad was cleared of any wrong doing, that's all you need to know."

Casey pulled him back toward her. "Do you know if his father really did..."

"Casey, Joe Stabler had nothing to do with it," Trevor said. "The only thing Joe did that night was be a good friend, a good partner, and a good cop. Leave it alone."

Casey felt uncomfortable about it, but she nodded. She kissed him, and she asked, "How'd your meeting go?"

"Oh, wonderful," Trevor said, suddenly smiling. "Henshall said that if I keep doing what I'm doing, I could make partner in less than a year, and that would be...God, that'd be a dream come true for me."

"But marriage is still not on your to-do list," Casey sighed.

"Wow," Trevor scoffed. "Most girlfriends would be proud of that."

"I am proud of you, Trev," Casey said, "But I'm also getting tired of coming second to your job. We've been together for almost four years, you proposed and every time we talk about taking the next step, you tell me that you can't have any distractions if you wanna make partner. You can't plan a wedding and keep up with your case load. You can't..."

"I swear to you," Trevor interrupted. "If, by the end of this year, I still haven't gotten that job, I will take some time off and we will plan the biggest most elaborate wedding New York has ever seen."

Casey sighed, she nodded, and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm tired," she said. "I'm going to bed."

Trevor watched her go, and once the bedroom door was closed, he picked up the phone. He dialed a number, and he waited. "Olivia? Trevor. Good, good. You? And the kids? Listen, is Elliot there?" He waited for a long moment, and then he said, "Elliot? Hey, man. Listen, I need Dean Porter's address. Oh, I, uh, I got his dad out of trouble with some stupid corporate shit and I have to send him the bill, I have his dad's address, but not his. I figured you would know. You know how it is."

Trevor wrote down the address, and he said, "Thanks. Really." He hung up and looked down, and a slow smirk spread across his face. "Henshall and Langan," he mumbled to himself. "Has a nice ring to it."


"Kathy?" Joey called from the kitchen. "Kathy!"

Kathy walked into the room, tired and pale. "What, Joey?"

Joey put the milk back into the refrigerator, then looked up at her. "I'm taking the girls over to Elliot's tomorrow."

"What?" she spat.

"He's their uncle, Kathy," Joey said, rolling his eyes. "He's my brother. And Olivia really is like a sister to me. Christ, it's been almost three years since you blew up at everyone over dinner, and you might not want to see them but I do."

Kathy folded her arms. "The girls don't..."

"The girls love their cousins," Joey interrupted. "I've been taking them to church with me every Sunday, and ya know who we sit next to? Olivia, Elliot, and the kids. Fuck, you don't even sleep in the bed with me anymore, so why would I expect you to willingly spend time awake with your family?"

Kathy's eyes widened. "The separate beds were your idea, so don't pin that on me!"

"I told you I can't...you said you wanted an open marriage. I didn't," he said, sighing. "I'm not gonna sleep with you if other people are. I'm your husband, I should be it, Kathy."

Kathy closed her eyes. "I know. You're right." She shook her head and said, "You know, nothing really happened, ever. I went on a few dates, nothing physical...I just...I need to prove to myself that you were the one I wanted to be with. Forever. I made a mistake last time, and I didn't want to do it twice."

"And?" Joey asked harshly. "What did you find out?"

Kathy looked at him, tears in her eyes, and she said, "You are."


Olivia closed the door to her daughter's room slowly and softly, hearing the tiny click. "She's asleep," she whispered, knowing Elliot was behind her.

"So are Dickie and Eli," he said, kissing the back of her neck. "Mommy and Daddy are totally alone."

She chuckled and turned around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she asked, "Do you miss the days when we could just rip off our clothes and go at it right here, up against the wall?"

"You mean Saturdays?" he said with a smirk.

She slapped him in the arm and said, "I'm serious. Do you ever regret having the kids so young? Regret the life we have? You, me, twin six year olds, and a two year old little monster?"

"Liv, baby, I don't regret a single moment of our life together." He kissed her and whispered, "Everything is so perfect, so beautifully perfect."

She smiled as he kissed her again, and she laughed when he bent his knees a bit and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

He deepened their kiss as he kicked open their bedroom door, and he bumped it closed behind him. He dropped his wife onto the bed and peppered her with kisses. He tugged on her shirt, but before he could get it off, the phone rang.

"Mother fucker," she groaned.

"Well, I was trying to be one, yeah," he quipped, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "Stabler," he spat into it. He pressed his lips to Olivia's neck. "Mmm-hmm, yeah," he said to the person on the phone. "Right. Okay. We'll be there." He ended the call and kissed her deeply. "We have to go," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "What else is new?"

"I'll call the sitter," he said, moving off of her and picking up his phone again.

Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "At least we were home to put them to bed," she sighed, getting up and walking out of her bedroom. She hoped Alex would be at the scene; she had a lot of questions for her.

A/N: What happened to Alex's baby? Where are Fin and Melinda? The man who raped Jeffries was Dean's father? Is that why they owe the Stabler's a ton of favors? These questions exist, but the answers don't. At least, not until chapter two. Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212