What if Olivia's mom wasn't dead yet but, was on a reckless path? Olivia tries to save her mom but, who tries to save Olivia? E/O!

"Just shut up! Shut up! What did you expect to happen to you after you started working at a rape place?" Serena Benson shouted as loud as she could. She had a bottle of Vodka in one and a bottle of whiskey in the other. "You signed up to be assaulted so stop whining!"

Olivia sat there on the couch. Her heart piercing with every word that her mother said to her. She knew she was drunk, but everything she said was true. She shouldn't be whining about it. She practically did sign up for it, being a woman and all. She continued to listen to her mother rant and throw things while she tried to keep the tears from falling.

"I need more," Serena said throwing her bottles into the trash. She went to grab her keys off the coffee table but Olivia stopped her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'll go get it," Olivia said, "What do you need?" She didn't really want to be the one to give her mother more alcohol but, she didn't want her mother to kill herself by driving. Or anyone else for that matter.

"Vodka," Serena answered, "Lots of it."

Olivia grabbed her purse and headed out of the house. The cold December air hit her face causing her to shiver. She needed the time and space to think so she decided to walk no matter how cold it was. She was a block from the liquor store when her cell phone started buzzing in her pocket.

"Benson," she stated.

"Hey Liv," it was Elliot, "We have a case."

Shoot. What was she suppose to tell Elliot? That she would be late because she had to bring her mother vodka? "Where?"

"32nd Street," he replied.

"I'll be there shortly," she said before hanging up. She sighed and put the phone back into her pocket before walking into the store.

She bought two bottles of Vodka hoping her mother would pass out before finishing them. She caught a cab outside and headed back to her mother's house to drop off the bottles.

"What's this?" Serena spat angrily, "Only two? I asked for four!"

"Mom," Olivia said sitting the bag down on the coffee table, "It's all they had left. I have to go."

Before Serena could say anything else Olivia was already out of the apartment and on her way to the crime scene.

"What do we got?" Olivia asked Elliot as she made her way up to the scene.

"Female, early thirties, beaten and raped," Elliot explained.

"It looks like cause of death was strangulation," Melinda Warner announced. "I'll know more once I do the autopsy."

Olivia and Elliot both nodded and headed back to the precinct to get information on the Jane Doe.

"What took so long?" Elliot asked once they were in the squad car.

"I had some errands to do," Olivia answered.

"Before a case?"

"Why are you badgering me?" she asked angrily.

"Sorry," he said backing off.

"No," Olivia said, "Don't be. It's just been a bad day."

Elliot wanted to ask more but he knew it wasn't his business. He knew that if and when Olivia wanted to talk about she would come to him. Until then, he would just keep a close eye on her.

Olivia was sitting at her desk finishing some old paperwork while they waited for the results of the autopsy. Elliot was also at his desk filling out paperwork and shooting wads of paper into the trashcan like basketball.

"What?" Elliot smiled when he noticed that Olivia was watching him.

"Nothing," she laughed getting back to her paperwork. Her desk phone started ringing and she put her pen down to answer it. "Manhattan Special Victim's Unit this is Detective Benson."

"Olivia," Serena mumbled, "I need more."

Olivia sighed and eyed the bullpen making sure no one was paying attention to her, "I'm sorry ma'am."

"Dammit Olivia! Just bring me my damn Vodka!" Olivia was afraid that everyone in the room could hear her mother through the phone so she hung it up getting back to her paperwork.

"Who was that?" Elliot questioned turning his chair to her desk.

"Nobody," Olivia said blatantly.

"So you're telling me a ghost called to report a rape?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and ignored his question focusing solely on the work she had in front of her. She wanted to tell Elliot so badly about her mother but, she was afraid of how he would judge her. He knew that her mother was raped, but he didn't know that she turned to alcohol and ever since she had been a drunk. Olivia had tried multiple times to convince her mom to go to rehab and get sober but her mother wasn't having any of it. She would get angry and break things. Olivia hated having to take care of her mother but she would also hate it if something bad happened to her. She felt trapped. Trapped her own body. Sometimes she just wished her mom would have gotten an abortion. Maybe then both of their lives would have been better.