Title: "Found"

Author: StephP1121

Rating: Eventually M

Disclaimer: I don't own them. L

Synopsis: Olivia is contacted by a young girl claiming to have information about Olivia's father. Will Olivia's relationship with the girl put Olivia's life in jeopardy?

A/N: Thanks for taking interest in this story! This is my first fan fiction and I'm looking forward to honest feedback. This story takes place back in 2007. Olivia's return from Oregon is referenced. This is in a somewhat alternate universe in the fact that Simon Marsden never exists. This is a story that I would like to have seen instead of the Simon storyline. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!

The SVU detectives sat around their desks, lazily comparing photos of missing children to stills from child pornography websites; a project they adopted to occupy their time during slow weeks. The week had, in fact, been uncharacteristically slow. Olivia credited this to the time of year- June in New York was full of warm days and cool nights. Unlike like the hot, sticky deep summer nights when people seemed to only want to cause trouble, the beginning of summer was much more peaceful.

They had been on their current project for the last three hours with no success. Conversation had long ago grown stale and the four detectives now sat in a comfortable silence. Olivia was beginning to become restless. She stifled a yawn and stretched before reaching down to close the file of Victor Ruiz, a nine year old Latino boy who had been missing for three years. This was getting depressing. She looked to the three men around her; they all looked equally discontented.

Elliot, her partner, gave her a half smile before speaking up, " You guys ready to close up shop? We've looked through about a million of these and I got to admit, I'm getting a little disheartened."

"Me too, man. It's like looking for a needle in a hay stack." Fin agreed.

"I don't know, we've been lucky with this before. Remember a few years ago, we found little Hayley Simmons in that basement in Oak Park." Olivia added, always the optimist and last to give up. The three men often admired her for these traits, but also saw it as a fault that frequently left her with very little personal time.

"Yeah and remember that time I won ten thousand dollars on that scratch off ticket?" Munch asked.

Olivia eyed him quizzically before shaking her head.

"No, you wouldn't remember, because it was in 1992 and I haven't won a dime since." Munch finished with a smirk on his face.

"Ok, ok. I get the point, let's head out." Olivia finally conceded.

Everyone stood and went to their lockers to gather their things and go home. Olivia didn't stand to leave, but instead turned on her computer.

"What're you doing, Liv? Thought we were headin' out?" Elliot asked, putting on his light jacket before reaching to get hers off the back of her chair. He draped it across his arm and gave her a look of impatience.

"I am El, just wanted to check my e-mail real quick. Wifi in my building has been down all week."

She opened her private g-mail account and was accosted by 62 new email. Most were advertisements for "free" credit checks and a few claiming she was related to a deceased prince in Nigeria who had left her his fortune. She quickly clicked down the list, deleting the spam, knowing Elliot was not-so- patiently waiting.

"You don't have to wait on me, ya know." She told him, feeling rushed.

He took a seat in the chair at his desk across from her, "I'll wait for you. It's too nice of a night out to walk alone."

Elliot had recently separated from his wife and was now living in the city. Selfishly, Olivia would have to admit that she enjoyed having him closer and even after a very rough few months following her return home from Oregon, their friendship was now better than ever. They had been eating dinner together almost every night and she felt like she actually had family when he was around.

She noticed her thoughts had slowed her mission to delete her mountains of spam, so she picked up the pace. She was quickly blowing through sales ads and psychic offers. However, her clicking, along with her heart, came to a halt when she came across an e-mail with the subject line, "I may know about your father". She looked to see who the sender was, charlotte_barton91 . She read the address under her breath before repeatedly clicking the email, as if the force of her clicks would make the email emerge more quickly. It finally opened,

"Hi, my name is Charlotte Barton. I go by Charlee. If this is the Olivia Benson whose mother was Serena Benson, I may have some information about your father. I really hope this is the right Olivia. Anyway, if it is, please find me on facebook so we can chat. I'm listed under Charlee Elizabeth Barton and I live in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Thanks."

Olivia felt like she might pass out, she felt all of the blood drain from her face.

Elliot immediately noted her distress, "What's wrong?"

No response, just a nod toward the computer.

He stood and walked to her side, so that he could read the computer screen. He quickly read the e-mail and looked back to Olivia who was staring up at him with wide eyes. She had longed to know about her father for years, but this seemed unreal.

"So, this may be really good news, huh?" Elliot says, trying out being the optimist.

"It could be or it could be really bad news or it could be a cruel prank. El, I've always wanted to know about him, but there is some comfort in not knowing for sure."

"I can understand that, fear of the unknown is pretty heavy. You want to look the kid up, though? We could see if she seems legit." Elliot suggested with a shrug.

"Kid? What makes you think she's a kid?"

"Well, detective," he said with a hint of soft hearted sarcasm, " '91 is the number on her e-mail and she thinks facebook is the best way to contact someone."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I guess it couldn't hurt to check her out, huh?" She went to facebook and logged on.

"You have a facebook page?" Elliot asked with a chuckle, but true shock shown apparent in his voice.

"Yeah, but it's not even under my name. I signed up to look up a guy I met. Handy tool to weed out creeps." Elliot looked somewhat uncomfortable hearing about Olivia's dating habits, so she added, "not that I've had the need to weed any creeps out for a long time now."

As soon as her page opened, she typed in the name and location as the email stated and pressed "search". To her surprise, five different "Charlee Elizabeth Barton's" occupied the search screen. Luckily only one was from Manhattan. Olivia anxiously clicked the picture of a very pretty, young brunette. Elliot caught himself before blurting out the obvious, that the girl looked similar to Olivia. He figured she was thinking the same thing and probably didn't need his input. Olivia clicked the "about" button, only to find a limited amount of information. The girl, as Elliot presumed, was born in 1991. This made her 16 years old. In the about me, she stated that she was a high school sophomore and that her goal in life was to one day be an FBI agent.

"It says she wants to be an FBI agent. Maybe she was just looking at old newspaper articles or something and it peaked her interest. When Dickie was ten he got really into reading about Jack the Ripper and was completely convinced he 'solved the mystery'. Maybe this kid is doing the same type thing, but with more recent cases." Elliot stated. He didn't really believe that, but in the event that this girl didn't reply or was up to something no good, he did not want Olivia to get her hopes up.

"I don't know, El, her e-mail seemed personal." Olivia sounded distant as she rubbed her finger over the mouse buttons, the pointer lying over the "instant message" icon.

"Only one way to find out." She clicked and the instant message box popped up. Olivia began typing,

"Hi, this is Olivia Benson. I believe I received an e-mail from you. My mother was Serena Benson." She clicked send. To her surprise a reply came almost immediately.

"Hi, Olivia. I've been looking for you all year. I guess you don't have a facebook under your real name. I told you I have some information about your father, I was just assuming you had never met him. I think his name was Jerry Barton and he was my dad too."

A/N: Kind of short first chapter, but I wanted to get some opinions before I continued. I have the story outlined and know where I'm going with it. It will, in a few chapters become more of a thriller.