Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter One-Hundred-Twelve]

Elliot was such a sweetheart. He went and talked to Gil and try and get him to not be such an asshole to my sister, so he got lucky that night. But at nearly 2 in the morning, the yelling started. I quickly climbed out of bed and pulled my clothes back on, before tossing Elliot's his. When we quickly left our bedroom, Mary and Serena were standing in the hallway looking very worried.

"We will deal with it. Uh, Mom can you go into the kitchen and if one of us yells for you, call the police." I spoke, before quickly running down the stairs.

I took the stairs up to the garage apartment two stairs at a time, before using my key to unlock the door. 

"Stop overreacting, Cynthia! Just because you are disgusting, doesn't mean I don't love you." Gil huffed, as he stomped out of the kitchen. He saw me standing in the doorway, and he threw his hands in the air.

"You Bensons are so fucking-" He was going to continue speaking, but Elliot pushed past me and punched him in the jaw, before grabbing him by his shoulders and kneeing him right in the junk.

"Don't you dare talk about my wife or Cynthia like that. Got me, fucker? Now get the hell out of my house!" Elliot yelled. His voice had reached a whole new level of anger, one that I have never heard before.

He and Gil started to yell at each other and fight, while I quickly went into the small kitchen. I picked my sister up off the floor where she was crying.

"Liv, he called me disgusting. I try to look nice for him, but I'm so tired." Cynthia whimpered.

"You aren't disgusting, Cy. C'mon. Let's let Elliot deal with Gil, and you and I will go back into the main house and have some tea. Okay?" I spoke, and she nodded. I kept my arm wrapped around her waist as we walked out of the apartment. I could care less what Elliot did to Gil, and I knew Cynthia probably didn't care at the moment either.

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Mary and Serena joined Cynthia and me for tea. We all talked about what happened, and even if my daughter is only 14, she had heard and seen some things so she did contribute a lot to our conversation.

"Cy, it's not like you are ugly." Mary smiled, as she took a drink from her tea.

"Oh, thanks, honey." Cynthia laughed softly, as she ran her hand over her cheek.

"I think what my lovely daugh-" I didn't get my statement out before Elliot came into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the towel before pressing it to his nose.

"Elliot?" I asked.

"Gil is staying at the hospital tonight. He's not allowed in my house if he is going to plan on treating Cy like she is worthless. And by the way, Cynthia."

"Yeah?" Cynthia asked.

"You don't need him. You can raise that baby to be amazing. We will always be here to help, and that apartment is yours, and will always be yours." Elliot spoke. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door before swearing. I knew he broke his nose, and it wasn't the first time, but he did say some of those same swear words when he broke it last time.

"He's right, you know," Serena spoke, as she reached across the table and grabbed my sister's hand.

"Thanks, Mom... uh, I'm gonna go to bed," Cynthia spoke, as she stood up.

"You can crash in my room, Aunt Cy," Mary spoke, calling Cynthia her aunt for the first time to Cynthia's face.

"Thanks, honey... but I'm going up to my apartment." Cynthia smiled a bit.

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"You need to stop protecting my sister, Stabler," I spoke, as I straddled his body and kept an ice pack to his nose.

"And why is that, Benson?" He asked.

"Because I keep loving you more. It's getting pretty hard." I smiled. I removed the ice pack and smiled at my husband. He pulled me down and kissed me a few times before grabbing my hand and forcing the ice pack back to his nose.

"Do you think she's going to leave Gil?" Elliot asked as he rested his hands on my hips.

"Yeah. I do. I know she loves him, but she knows that what they have is super toxic." I breathed, as I grabbed another tissue and cleaned up a tiny bit of blood that was on his cheek from when he ran his hand over his nose.

"I'll be the best uncle I can to that kid. Give it the father figure it needs." Elliot spoke, and I sighed.

"There you go again, babe! Stop being so sweet. It makes me want to get sick." I laughed. Elliot smiled.

"It's hard not to be protective of her, Liv. We may not have grown up together as you and I did, but Cy is your sister and she deserves a good life as you do."

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One month later, and Gil had returned his key to us and moved out of the apartment for good. Cynthia was in a better place and even stopped crying as often. They weren't going to be together again, and Gil even signed off his rights to the baby. 

"See, Merebear, that is your cousin." Cynthia smiled, as she held Meredith and showed her the sonogram picture that had determined that Cynthia was having a baby boy. I was there when she found out, and she was so excited because she wanted a baby boy from the start. She knew Gil wanted one, but even if he had been a little angry whenever anyone said it was probably a girl, she knew she wanted a boy.

"What are you going to name him, Aunt Cy?" Mary asked as she and Chris worked on homework in the living room. I watched them from the kitchen.

"Max... I really like that name. And I don't know, it's adorable." Cynthia smiled, as she cuddled Meredith a bit closer.

"What about a middle name? I like Nathaniel!" Chris giggled.

"Actually, buddy, his middle name is Finley. Just like your sister's." Cynthia smiled. We had discussed that, and she said she wanted Max to be more connected to our family than anything from his father's. And she said that Finley was an adorable middle name and that she wanted her son to share a middle name with Meredith.

I was just so thankful that my sister was happy. That she was recovering from the verbal abuse that she suffered while with Gil. Now she and Max will never have to deal with that in the future.

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