Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Sixty-Three]

The morning after we adopted Christopher, Elliot was at work and I was laying in my bed with my son. He was cuddled into my side, his curls a complete mess on the top of his head. We all had celebrated after the hearing, and he had a lot of sugar and had crashed shortly after we got home.

It was weird to think that I'm a mother now. Like, eventually Elliot and I were going to try for a baby, but this just seemed like the absolute perfect beginning to our family. I just hated that it took Christopher's mother's murder to get us to start our family. But Elliot and I would never regret adopting this little red-headed boy.

"Mommy, are you awake?" Christopher asked, as soon as he woke up. I caressed his hair as he leaned his head against my side.

"I'm awake, my love. How did you sleep?"

"Good. Was my adoption a dream?" He asked.

"No, darling. You are really our son." I smiled gently, before running my fingers through his curls.

"Can you stay with home with me today, Mommy?"

"I'm afraid not, love. Your babysitter is going to be here."

"Oh, okay." He frowned. He pushed himself up and climbed onto my lap. I caressed his hair as he rested his hair against my chest.

"When are you and Daddy going to be home?" He questioned.

"Daddy will be home late, but I'll try and make it home for dinner. You and I can have pizza if you want."

"Okay. I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, Chrissy."

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I walked into work, and the squad room was busy. I had to dodge several people, just to get to my desk. I sat a cup carrier of coffee down on my desk, before slipping my jacket off.

"Why is it so busy?" I asked as I sat a cup on my desk, before carrying the others ones around and laying them on their respective desks.

"A group home of foster children was set on fire by protesters after one of the members broke into a home and raped someone," Fin spoke, as he grabbed the coffee and downed the whole thing. I eyed him.

"What?"

"There were so many people who got injured. Your man is on the scene because drugs were found."

"My man? Elliot's there?" I questioned, as I sat down at my desk and looked at the files that were placed there.

"Yeah. Munch is getting ready for a press conference, and you are in charge of going to the hospital with Monique and talking to all the girls."

"Who is talking to the boys?" I asked, and Cassidy sighed as he grabbed his coffee.

"Fin and I are."

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Monique and I walked down the hall of the hospital, to where they had set up a large room where all of the girls could stay in together. Some were sleeping, while others were awake and talking quietly about what happened.

"Alright, girls, we are some detectives who are going to talk to you about what you saw," Monique spoke, as I crossed my arms over my chest and watched them.

"Who wants to start?" I questioned, and a girl in the back eyed me.

I looked at Monique and gestured towards her before walking to the end of the room. I sat down next to the young girl.

"I'm Detective Benson, what's your name?" I asked quietly.

"Are you going to send me back to juvi because of the fire?"

"It wasn't your fault."

"It's a coed group home, everyone in there was considered guilty. Why else was the house set on fire?"

"Do you know who they were targetting?" I questioned, and she swallowed hard. She leaned her head back and swallowed hard.

"My brother, Kevin. He is the rapist, and the reason why the house was burnt down."

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"Mommy?" Christopher questioned, as he answered the phone when I called him that night. I wasn't going to be able to get home for dinner, and it made me feel bad. I didn't want him to get used to getting disappointed, so I was hoping that a call would help.

"Hey, love! How has your day been?" I questioned.

"It's been good! When are you getting home, Mommy?"

"Love, I can't come home tonight. So I asked your sitter to stay longer. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Mommy! Please come home just for bedtime!" He exclaimed, and tears welled in my eyes. I looked down and let them slid down my cheeks.

"Chrissy, how about I call you again right before bed? You and I can talk again then."

"Mo-"

"I'm so sorry, baby. I have to go. I promise I'll be home tomorrow." I spoke.

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." I hung up the phone and quickly flicked the tears from my cheeks.

I looked up and saw Fin staring at me.

"I'm sure Munch would understand if you wanted to go home for an hour or so." Fin spoke, and I bit my lip.

"It's so hard not to feel guilty. God, I need some air."

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After going up to the roof for a bit, I went back down and asked John if I could go home for an hour just to see my kid. He was hesitant at first but then agreed. I called Elliot and he asked his Captain the same thing. We both got off and went home just in time to put Christopher to bed.

"We have to figure out how to be home with him at night. He hates going to bed without his story and our goodnight cuddles." I spoke, and Elliot nodded as he yawned.

"I don't know what to say about this all," Elliot spoke.

"The case?" I questioned, and he nodded.

"I can't help but think about what if Christopher had been in a foster home and someone got pissed off."

"But we've had him since day one," I spoke, and Elliot nodded.

"I know, but it just worries me. You know? All of those kids that got killed didn't even get a chance to have a family and be saved."

"Do you want to foster more kids?" I asked, and Elliot shrugged.

"It's worked out before." He breathed, and I nodded slowly.

"Let's just go say goodnight to our son, before deciding on adding any more kids to our family." 

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