The Healing Process: Adopted by Olivia Benson

Chapter 17

*okay, sorry... last one couldn't resist;) don't hat meh<3

*Olivia

Bristol and I spent the whole day decorating her room. The stuff from the baby store came surprisingly right on time, and the muscle men brought them right outside of Bristol's room.

   We painted the entire room, and it looked amazing. While we waited for It to dry we started assembling the cribs. Which is a lot harder than it looks.

   "I'm detective. It should not be this difficult." I said getting up to find the directions I'd thrown away. I looked at Bristol who had the bottom half pretty much done. "How'd you do that?" I asked hands on my hips. She smirked.

   "I followed the directions mom." She said laughing as I stalked off toward the kitchen.

   We finally finished the cribs. We checked the walls and they were dry. Bristol had a great idea and made sort of  little room with the cribs. We used a corner, each crib came out from a different wall, so they where almost touching, then we put the changing table and dresser in there. Between the wall and the crib was a plastic drawer thing. That stood about three feet high. We left room for other things, like an old wooden rocking chair Elliott's getting, then a baby swing. Now all that's left is gender specific Things like clothes, blankets, and decorations.

   I got to the directions and realized the men hadn't taken the money I'd left on the counter. Instead was a receipt. With a note stapled to it.

   "Enjoy the cribs. By the way Liv, Bristol sure is a pretty little thing. See you soon:) -W.L." My blood ran cold and I struggled to get my phone.

    "What's u-"

    "He's back. Lewis is back." I said barely keeping it together.

    "Be there in 10." He said hanging up.

    "Bristol, did any of the men that where here say anything to you? Seem weird or anything?" I asked.

    "One of them touched my bump and asked when I was due. It was creepy. Then he touched my cheek and said I was pretty. It was super creepy. I tried to forget about it." She said.

    "Bristol what did he look like?" I asked, although I knew all too well eh at he looked like.

   "He was tall. Skinny. A weird scar around his eye, creepy grin. Why? You're acting really weird mom." She said, though I barely heard her. He was in my home. He touched my daughter. He'd crossed the line.

*Bristol

   I finished the crib, and came and went to find something to eat.  Don, Rollins, Amaro, and Fin were sitting in the living room, my mom on the phone looking distraught.

    "Hey baby girl." Amanda said walking over to me and hugging me. "Woah, they sure are growing huh?" She said rubbing my bump.

    "Yep, they sure are." I said proudly.

    "Any idea what's going on?" Amanda asked.

    "Nope. Mom started acting weird after the moving guys left. We were working on cribs and she couldn't figure hers out, so she went to get the directions and then flipped out. Asked me if any of the movers struck me as weird." I said. recounting what happened.

     "And did they?" Amanda asked sitting me down.

     "Just one. He had a scare around his eye." I now had everyone's attention.

    "Bristol, this is really important. What did he say or do?" Amanda asked. Everyone was looking at me intently, except mom who was urgently talking on the phone.

    "And you didn't think it'd be important to tell the detective he kidnapped?" She said through clenched teeth. A few seconds passed. Then she continued ranting. I was sorry for the person on the other end.

    "What's going on?" I asked.

    "We aren't quite sure yet, sweetie, can you tell me what the guy said?"

     "Well rubbed my bump, and asked when I was due. Then rubbed my face and said I was a pretty little thing. It was really creepy, so I just tried to forget about it." I said, as they all exchanged worried glances.

     Mom ended her conversation and came over to join us. Her face drawn and wearing an exasperated expression.

    "He escaped, and has been out for three days."

    "Olivia, Bristol pack a bag. While he's out I don't want you guys here." Don said. I looked at mom. She nodded.

     I went to my room, and got a duffle bag. I put the few maternity things I have, then two pairs of sweats, one pair of leggings, three tee shirts and a sweat shirt. Of course undergarments, hair brush, tooth brush, and deodorant. I was walking out and stopped dead in my tracks. I walked back in my room. The window was open. With a note stuck to it.

   "Check your closet beautiful. -W.L." I was confused. I walked over to my closet and opened it. I screamed, then fainted.