The Healing Process: Adopted by Olivia Benson

Chapter 11: part 1

*Olivia*

We got out to the car, and I checked the time. 11:15. Crap.

"Oh man." I said, putting my buckle on. Making sure Bristol was good.

"What wrong? Liv?" Bristol asked.

"Your caseworker is coming over at 11:30, to check out the apartment. And it looks like we might be late."

*20 Minutes later- Liv's appt. Building*

*Bristol*

We were jogging up to Olivia's apartment. We where late for the appointment with the caseworker. We were jogging and I was a bit ahead of Liv, when all of a sudden I crashed into something pretty hard. I landed on my butt with a hard thud. I looked up to see papers raining down and a frazzled looking woman drop her bags.

"Bristol, are you okay sweetheart?" Olivia said kneeling down next to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Ma'am, I'm so sorry!" I said helping her pick up a file that fell. Noticing my picture paper- clipped to the front.

"I'm okay." she said pushing her ash blonde hair out of her face. I handed her the file. She looked from the picture to me. "Are you Bristol, and Olivia?" She asked.

"Yeah, are you her caseworker?" Olivia said, standing in front of me.

"I am. I'm Nicole Jackson." She said sticking out her hand for Liv to shake, then me.

"I'm Olivia Benson, nice to meet you. I'm so sorry we're late, Brsitol had a doctor's appointment that took longer than expected." She said then then started up to the apartment.

*Olivia

We had just walked into the apartment building, when we ran into Bristol's caseworker, literally. I rounded the corner in time to see Bristol land flat on her butt, and papers being skattered through the hallway.

"Bristol, are you okay, sweetheart?" I said, thinking of the babies.

"Yeah I'm fine." She said then apologized to the woman she bumped into. The woman was about Olivia's height. A bit chubby, but not fat. She had a darker complexion, with shoulder length, ash blonde hair. Bristol handed her a file with her own picture on it. I helped Bristol up, and stood protectively, in front of her, between the woman and her.

"Are you Bristol, and Olivia?" She asked looking from the picture to Bristol.

"Yes." I said helping Bristol up. "Are you her caseworker?"

"I am. I'm Nicole Jackson." She said holding out her hand for me to shake. We shook hands, and proceeded to walk to the elevator.

"I'm Olivia. I'm sorry we're late, Bristol had a doctor's appointment that took longer than expected." I said as the elevator started it's ascension.

"Liv, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Bristol said, holding her stomach.

"Hold on baby," I said trying to find something she could throw up in. My search came up empty. I looked up to see what floor we were on. Oh thank goodness. "Just minute honey, we're almost there." I said dashing off the elevator, key in hand. I unlocked the apartment and Bristol ran passed me headed for the bathroom.

"Is she okay? What was the appointment for?" Nicole asked, worry evident in her features.

"I'm sure you're aware of her history of sexual abuse?" Olivia began.