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A/N So this is a new story and yes I know exactly what you're gonna be thinking when you start this story 'Ugh! Not ANOTHER teen/college story! BACK BUTTON!' But this is gonna be different... kind of. The high school/college years are gonna be almost like flashbacks and I PROMISE you'll like it. Have I ever let you down before? So anyway, please read, review, and enjoy. But mainly enjoy. Although the reviews wouldn't be bad either :-)

"My mother was an English professor. When I was sixteen, I started dating one of her students. He was a senior, he was twenty-one years old. And he asked me to marry him. And I said yes. Because I wanted to get away from my mother. She found out and she told me that if I didn't stop seeing him, that she would have him kicked out of college. And I told her that I was moving out. She was half way through a bottle of vodka and she dropped it. It shattered all over the floor. And then she picked up the jagged edge of the bottle and she came at me, screaming, 'I'll never let anyone else have you..."

Intoxicated

Columbia University, 1980

Sixteen year old Olivia Benson could not think of a single time other then now when she'd rather be home then anywhere else.

It was storming out, she had left her purse in the college's library meaning she had no cab fare, and she was still five blocks away from faculty housing where she and her mother lived.

Needless to say this wasn't a particularly fun night...

Olivia wrapped her coat around her tighter in a vein attempt to keep out the rain, the heavy drops already saturating her coat and soaking her clothes beneath it.

She had tried calling her mom to come pick her up but there was no answer at the house meaning Serena was probably out at the bar or already passed out at home.

Either way Olivia was left to walk home alone in the cold dark rain with the thunder and lightning crashing down around her.

She had just passed by the Senior housing, private one man dorms, when a car pulled up and rolled it's window down. "Where you going, sweetie?" the driver called out to her.

"Faculty housing!" Olivia had to shout to be heard over the rain. "Can you give me a lift?"

The man shrugged as he reached over and opened up the passenger side door. Olivia beamed at the driver and ran to his car, shutting the door behind her and allowing the heat from the car to wash over her like a warm bath. "Thank you so much," she told the driver with a smile as she put her hands in front of the heater. "I can't begin to tell me how much this means to me."

The man shrugged once more, looking over her soaking wet body. "No problem. Do you wanna give me my payment now or when we get to your house?"

Olivia's face fell as she shook her head. "I left my purse in the library."

The man looked over her face. "That's not what I meant, baby."

"Look, if you give me your address I'll drop some money off to you tomorrow, I promise," Olivia pleaded. She didn't wanna go back out in that rain and at this point she'd be willing to do anything to prevent it.

"Once again that's not the type of payment I was looking for." The man licked his lips as he once again looked her over, his eyes resting far too long on her breasts that had become all but visible thanks to the white T shirt she was wearing. His hand reached over and draped across her shoulders, lightly fingering a damp curl.

Olivia pulled back away from his touch. She would do anything not to go back in the rain. Except that.

"Thanks for the offer but I gotta go," she told him as she grabbed the door handle only to have him reach out and grab her hand. "What's you hurry, Baby?" he purred. "You knew what his car was when you got in. You're really gonna take back your deal?"

Olivia jerked her hand away from his. "No I didn't and there was no deal made," she barked. "Can you just let me out?"

The man searched over her face for a moment before he rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat. "Get the fuck out of my car."

Olivia rolled her eyes at the rudeness as she got out of the car as fast as she could manage, slamming the door shut behind her. The car sped off with a squeal of rubber on asphalt, spraying her with an ice cold wave of mud and water as it did.

"GOD DAMN IT!" she screeched as the car turned a corner, looking down at her clothes which were not only soaked through with ice cold water but was now dripping in mud.

Angry tears filled her eyes as she sat on the side of the curb and a sob ripped past her throat as she pulled her saturated jacket around her tighter as she began to shiver from the nights frigidness when the rain seemed to stop falling on her for one brief shining moment. She looked up and saw a man holding an umbrella over her.

He was a dark skinned man and had on a black sweatshirt and jeans, a black Mets jacket over his clothes with his hair pulled into a ponytail. He looked to be about twenty one.

"You okay?" the man asked, heavy concern in his tone.

Olivia shook her head, wiping away her tears that refused to cease. "I forgot my purse in the library so I have no cab fare, I'm completely soaked, some asshole I thought was a good Samaritan said I needed to screw him to get a ride, and then he sprayed me with mud when he was driving away."

The man let out a low whistle. "Damn. I'm sorry," he told her, genuinely meaning the apology. "Sounds like you got in a striped car."

Olivia wiped her tears from her eyes. "A what?" she asked, enjoying the temporary dryness he was giving her.

"A striped car." He rolled his eyes as he always did while explaining the stupidity of this new fad. "They've been around for like four months. Guys paint a black stripe on their car door and idiots driving them call themselves 'free' taxi services but how far they drive depends on what you gotta do for them," the man explained. "One mile you gotta let them feel you up, three you give oral, above that you gotta pay with sex."

"That's disgusting."

"Tell me about it. But throwing you out tonight because you didn't wanna put out is just wrong and especially to do it to a Freshman who doesn't know the code yet. "

Olivia, instead of correcting him on the age difference, she was going to be a Junior in High School come September, nodded, making a mental note to look for the stripe before she ever drove with anyone. "Thanks for the warning," she told him with the first smile that had been on her face all night.

He returned the smile. "You're very welcome."

The man wrapped his own jacket around him tighter as he looked up at the building. "Hey, um, do you wanna come upstairs? You can take a hot shower, get into some dry clothes... I promise no payment is necessary," he assured her with a grin.

Olivia bit her lip as she contemplated her options. She didn't know this guy at all and if there was one thing her mother had always preached was never trust strange men but this guy was giving no no weird vibes or anything like that. Plus he just seemed like she could trust him...

She took a deep breath and nodded, looking up at him with a smile. "Sure. I'd like that."

The man held out his hand for her to take and helped her to her feet. "I'm Olivia Benson," she told him as they walked to the building, the guy sacrificing his umbrella for her even though she was already far more soaked then he was.

"Odafin Tutuola," he told her as he unlocked the front door of the building. "Everyone calls me Fin."

Present Day Manhattan

"Annette Molinet, nineteen year old victim, Student at Columbia. She was on her way home from class when she was grabbed off the streets, pulled into a alleyway where she was beaten and raped, she's still unconscious," Olivia explained to Amaro as she and her partner walked down the hospital hallway. "The number on her contact sheet at the school belonged to her mother Arielle Molinet She and her husband are in with her now."

Amaro nodded as he and Olivia walked into the hospital room where Annette, a beautiful young girl with light coffee colored skin was laying down on the bed while a couple in their fifties, both of them with pale skin, the woman with dark blonde hair and the man with fading black, both close to tears as they gripped one anothers hands for dear life, a look of fret and panic deeply etched in their faces as they looked down at their daughters bruised and bloody face.

Olivia paused for a moment as she searched over their faces. Something seemed extremely familiar about the two grief stricken parents to the Detective.

Amaro noticed his partners hesitation and he stopped as well. "You okay?" he asked.

Olivia shook the thought that she knew them from her mind and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Let's go."

Without another word about her peculiar behavior they continued their walk.

"Mr and Mrs. Molinet?" asked Olivia gently as she and Amaro approached them. The couple stood up from their chairs and the woman's eyes narrowed in confusion as she searched over Olivia's face as did her husbands, the three of them all feeling a strong sense of Degas-voe. Olivia forced the odd feelings away and cleared her throat. "I'm Detective Benson, this is my partner Detective Amaro. We're investigating the attack on your daughter."

"I don't know how this could have happened!" Arielle cried, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Annie knows better then to walk home after dark in this city, she knows what kind of things can happen!"

"This isn't her fault," the older man said gently, placing his hands on his wife's shoulders and giving her a gentle kiss on the side of the head.

"I know that but it doesn't make sense, Jean. She could have called one of us to come pick her up instead of walking!"

"There's a lot of could haves and what ifs in this situation but the important thing now is to answer the Detective's questions so they can find the monster who did this to our daughter."

Arielle took a shuddering breath before she nodded before she sat back down in the chair and took her daughters hand. "Of course. I'm sorry for the emotions but this is my baby girl..."

"It's alright, Mrs. Molinet, we completely understand," Olivia told her gently with a soft smile. "Do you know if she was seeing anybody?"

Arielle shook her head, wiping away her tears. "She just had a bad breakup with a guy she was dating about a year. She walked in his apartment and found him with another woman's legs wrapped around his head and she broke it off. He didn't take it too well, started calling her all hours of the night, harassing her..."

"Do you know his name?"

"Jason Relbats," Jean spat like it was a curse word. "He broke my daughter's heart." He glanced down at the woman lying in the bed and took her hand. "And now he broke her spirit..."

Olivia wrote down the information before she took a deep breath. "Mr. Molinet, you're not her biological father?" she asked, more of a statement then a question.

"Neither of us are. We adopted her," explained Jean. "We tried for years to have a baby but finally a Doctor told us it was impossible. It took another few years but eventually we were approved and then two years later we get a call saying someone was giving Annie up for adoption." He gazed down at the sleeping girl and both Olivia and Amaro saw tears fall from the grown mans eyes. "The first time we saw her we knew this was it. That was our little darling. Notre petit chéri," he said with a soft chuckle.

Olivia's hand stilled when the french phrase reached her ear, a phrase she'd never forget... Amaro noticed the pause and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Detective, you okay?"

Olivia's breath hastened and her heart began pounding against her chest as the rest of the room faded until only the girl lying in the hospital bed remained and suddenly, Olivia wasn't sure how on earth she had missed it and didn't realize who she was the moment she walked in the door.

It wasn't until she felt Amaro's strong arms around her did she realize she was halfway to the ground and still dropping. "We need a doctor in here!" Amaro shouted out the door as he held a semi unconscious Olivia in his arms.

"Don't," she groaned as the room slid slowly back into focus, "I'm fine."

"Bull shit, Olivia, you just passed out."

Both Arielle and Jean looked harder at Olivia once more before Jean gasped, throwing his hand over his mouth in shock. "Olivia Benson? Annie's Olivia Benson?"

Olivia looked up at him from her spot in Amaro's arms on the floor and swallowed hard. "Yeah..."

Amaro looked between the now equally stunned older couple and Olivia, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Liv, you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?"

Olivia closed her eyes and took a shaky breath before she nodded towards the victim still lying unconscious on the bed. "Our newest victim?"

"What about her?"

Olivia closed her eyes as her bottom lip trembled. "I... I gave her up for adoption nineteen years ago..."

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