Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Fifty-Eight]

"I love you too, sweetie. I'll see you when I get home." I smiled, as I finished my call with Christopher. He was at home with our babysitter, and he was going to bed for the first time without having Elliot or myself there because we both had to work late. I sat the phone back in its cradle, before running my hands through my hair.

We've had Christopher for about a month, and not being there with him was hard.

"Liv?" A voice questioned, and I turned around and saw Cynthia. I smiled as I stood.

"Hey, Cy. What are you doing here?" I asked as she walked towards me. We hugged for a moment before she sat in the chair next to my desk, and I sat in my desk chair.

"I haven't seen you in a while, and I was driving home and saw your truck was here still."

"You don't drive past here to go home," I spoke, and she frowned.

"I got an apartment. Mom sorta kicked me out." She spoke, and my eyes went wide.

"What? Why?"

"She's going through a hard time, and she said she didn't need to look at a product of rape. So I moved out."

"Oh geez. I'm sorry, Cy." I frowned.

"Yeah. And she couldn't have you staying with us because it brought back memories of the rape. You were hurt, and so was she. And I think that's why she's having a hard time." Cynthia spoke, and I frowned again.

"So, how are you?" Cynthia asked, and I smiled softly.

"I'm great. Elliot and I are fostering a little boy who has stolen our hearts." I smiled.

"Did you find out that you can't have kids?" She asked, nervously.

"No, I'm pretty sure that I can have kids. But the little boy that we are fostering was the son of a victim and I brought him home to stay the night and he's been there for a month."

"I have to see pictures." She smiled, and I grabbed the framed picture on my desk and handed it to her.

"His name is Christopher. Elliot and I are going to adopt him as soon as we can. He's meant to be with us."

"Oh, I can't wait to spoil him." She smiled, before handing it back. I placed it in its spot, before looking at her.

"Should I try and talk to her?" I questioned.

"To mom? No." She replied.

"But what if she starts drinking again?" I questioned quickly.

"Then we can get her into rehab. Livvie, she just needs to do this by herself..." Cynthia sighed, before leaning over and kissing my cheek softly.

"I have a big test tomorrow and then a shift at the hospital. I'll see you soon. I want to meet Christopher." She spoke, before standing and leaving the squad room.

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I got sent home around 5 in the morning, and as I drove towards home I turned towards Serena's instead. I stopped outside of her building and looked up towards her living room window. The light was on, and I was nervous about why she'd be up at 5 in the morning. But I was going to find out.

I got out and locked my truck, before running across the street. I used the spare key she gave me to get into the building, and then I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong, but I was also hoping that she was just up early and not drunk or high.

"Mom?" I questioned, as I knocked on her door. I heard her swear inside of her apartment, before coming and answering the door. She was squinting, and there was a white powder on her nose.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, and her eyes went wide.

"What?!"

"Mom, is that crack?" I spat, and she quickly pulled me into her apartment and slammed the door behind us.

"Do you want me to get arrested?"

"Mom, you could OD and die!" I yelled, and she pushed me.

"I won't die! I need it!" She cried. She started back over to the table, and I quickly ran over and grabbed a small bag filled with the same white powder that covered her nose. I ran to the bathroom as she screamed at me, and I flushed it.

I turned around and looked at her with wide eyes.

"You are going to go to rehab right now, or I will call the police. What do you want?"

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I got home at 8 in the morning, and I heard Christopher singing in the kitchen. I wanted to go see him so badly, but I wanted to clean up the cuts on my arms from where my mother scratched me.

"Livvie?!" Christopher squealed, as he ran from the kitchen. I quickly pulled down my sleeves and picked him up as he jumped up. I wrapped my arms around him and covered his cheeks in kisses before hugging him.

"Hey, baby. Are you being a good boy for Elliot?" I asked.

"Yeah! He made me eggs!" He squealed. I smiled before looking at my husband.

"Chris, why don't you go pick out your clothes for today. I gotta talk to Livvie real quick." Elliot spoke, as I sat Chris on his feet.

Chris sprinted off, and I walked into the bathroom. Elliot shut the door behind me and stared me down.

"Where were you?" He spat.

"I was dropping Serena off at rehab." I breathed.

"What?" He questioned.

"I went over to check on her, and she was getting high." I sighed, as I took my jacket off and grabbed the first aid kit.

"Geez, those are deep." He frowned, and I sighed.

"El, she was so high. I told her that either she went to rehab or I'd call the police. And now I have to clean these up and go and shower. I'm taking the day off to be with Chris."

"Liv-"

"I don't know why she'd go back to drugs. Now I can't even introduce her to Chris or be around her. If CPS finds out, they will take our kid." I whispered.

"They won't take him, because no one will find out. Let's just go see our kid, and then decide how to deal with this later."

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