Title: Dad
Rated: PG
Author: Megan the Faye
Disclaimer: I don't own.
A/N: I can't spell, please tell me what is wrong if you see anything.
"Captain Cragen, I need to speak with you, NOW!" Olivia hollerd as she grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the office. She slammed the door behind them. "What the HELL is this?" she screeched, thrusting a picture in his face.
"That's me and my professor," he said, very calmly.
"You mean its you and my mother."
"Well, yes."
"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?"
"You got this job on your own, and I didn't want you to think otherwise."
"Captain-"
"She and I dated. It could have cost her everything; her job, her life style. Serena and I kept it completely quiet." Olivia took a seat. "I was a kid, barely 19. I was going to marry her when I graduated, but she changed so much after the rape."
"You broke up-"
"She left me. Just think, you name was almost Olivia Cragen."
"Don..."
"She never told me if you were mine of his. She could never answer that, and she was so afraid of giving you a blood test. I think she was more afraid of me being your dad than of him being your dad. If I was your dad, it meant she had no control over her life. She'd thrown out your father rather than choosing to keep a child of rape." Olivia felt a tear slip over her cheek as she studied his face for the first time as a potential father. She could see that in his younger days, he had the same chin as she did. "I knew the minute I met you that you were Serena's daughter. I forced myself not to ask you a million times, not to pick up a coffee cup from the trash."
"Why didn't you? I've been here for 8 years. You had me in your squad for eight years. Any time you could have told me who you were and I would have listened. I went through so much thinking my own father was a violent man, and I shouldn't have kids because of my crap-shot of a gene pool. If you're my father, then I have a professor for a mother and a police officer father."
"Both of whom were alcoholics."
"Better than a rapest."
"I like to think so."
"Come on. We'll run a test. Melinda will keep it quiet." Olivia nodded. "We'll do the swabs ourselves and just have her compare them. She doesn't even have to know its us she's testing."
"Olivia, we have the results," Melinda called. Liv and Don wandered in. "The two samples you gave me are a genetic match. Sample B is definitely the child of Sample A.
"Oh my God," Liv said, taking in a shuddering breath.
"Do I want to know?"
"I'm sample A," Don said gently. "She's B." Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Olivia is sample B?"
"You just comfirmed what I've waited half my life to hear. She's my daughter."
A/N: Just a quick little thing :-)