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Six.

Elliot and Olivia stood holding onto each other for what seemed like forever until she started to calm herself down. Elliot could feel her body loosen as her sobs turned smaller. He had never seen her like this, completely vulnerable and almost broken. It made him want to hold onto her forever and protect from ever being hurt by anything.

When Olivia finally let go of Elliot's embrace he guided her over to the couch. She sat down on the opposite end of the lounge and wiped her tear stained cheeks as she pulled her knees up close to her body. Elliot watched her carefully in her fragile state, witnessing a side of Olivia he has never seen before.

"How did you and Kathy manage having a baby so young?" Olivia finally spoke softly.

Elliot looked over to meet Olivia's eyes, he could see the pain reflected in her usual radiant deep browns. He took a deep breath, "It wasn't easy, believe me. We definitely struggled through a lot."

"But you fought for your kids." She whispered through tears as she looked up at him.

"Liv, we had completely different situations." He replied gently.

"Oh, believe me I know." Olivia replied as she wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks.

"Kathy and I were young and I wanted to do the right thing and what our families wanted us to do." He said. "We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into and all the consequences that followed."

Olivia looked away from him as she wiped her cheeks with the palms of her hands. He was trying his hardest to say the right things and not make her feel any worse than she was already feeling,
They remained silent for a few moments.

"Do you know where her biological father is?" Elliot questioned cautiously.

Olivia shook her head avoiding any eye contact. Elliot felt his stomach drop.

"I wasn't raped if that's what you're thinking El."

A wave of relief washed over him. He wasn't sure how to ask her directly especially with her reaction to the whole situation, which he didn't blame her for.

"He was older." Olivia breathed. "I haven't seen or heard from him since I had found out I was pregnant. I didn't even get a chance to tell him before he up and left New York."

"So he doesn't know he has a daughter." Elliot stated, but the moment those words left his mouth he wish they hadn't.

"That's not my fault Elliot." Olivia spat as she quickly moved from her seat on the couch.

"I'm not saying it is Liv."

Olivia walked back into the kitchen to refill her glass of vodka. She wasn't done drowning her emotions for the night just yet. Elliot followed slowly behind her trying not to overwhelm her as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

He watched he as she finished he glass almost instantly reaching for the bottle again. He couldn't let her go on like this all night, she had already made her way through half the bottle, not to mention the alcohol she had already consumed before he had found her.

"Liv. I think you've had enough for tonight." Elliot pressed gently.

"What? You think I'm going to turn into my mother?"

"I just think this isn't what you need right now."

"You don't know what I need right now, Elliot. You can't tell me you've never turned to the bottle after a rough day or do you think busting some perps or punching walls fixes everything?"

He sighed feeling defeated against her stubbornness. "I know that you need someone to be here for you right now, someone to talk to and not finding comfort in the bottom of a bottle. You're sure as hell nothing like your mother."