Cooper walked down the alley looking for anything she could sell or eat. It had been a few days since her last good meal. Being homeless and living in an abandoned house didn't lend to getting fed regularly. Not that Cooper would change her situation for anything. Being homeless was better than foster care. She knelt down to look through a bag of trash when a trashcan crashed down behind her. She looked up and saw a little girl stumbling from where she had fallen. Cooper thought about ignoring the little girl but when she got closer and saw the angle of her arm and her blood soaked clothes she couldn't ignore her. Cooper stood up and slowly moved towards the little girl.

"Hey little one, you okay?" Cooper knelt in front of the girl. The girl was shaking from head to toe. Her eyes kept scanning back and forth. A crash came from around the corner and the little girl jumped.

"He's coming! He's coming!" Cooper looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Who's coming?" Cooper figured it out when a man came stumbling around the corner. She stood up and pushed the little girl behind her. Cooper was normally a person who used to flight response more than her fight but this guy needed to be taught a lesson.

Cooper sized up the man and wasn't sure she could take him on but was going to try. She could feel the little girl's fingers digging into the back of her legs as she hid behind her. The man looked around wildly. He kept moving closer and Cooper kept moving back. She reached back and held the little girl close to her.

"Where is she? Where are you, Little Bitch?" The man was within reach. Cooper had to turn her head so she didn't gag from the stench of his breath.

"I have no idea who you're talking about." Cooper wracked her brain trying to come up with a way for her and the little girl to get away.

"Tell me, Bitch!" Cooper reached up and wiped away the spit that landed on her face. She glared at the man and stood up taller.

"No calls me a bitch!" Cooper kicked the guy and the spun around. She picked up the girl and started running towards the street behind her.

The little girl was dead weight and Cooper knew she needed a hospital. Cooper was almost to the street when she heard the bang and felt the pain in her arm. She fell forward but managed to catch herself before she face planted. She glanced over and saw blood pouring from the side of her arm. After taking a second to declare the wound wasn't that bad she took off again. The little girl she was carrying screamed before passing out. Cooper pushed herself to start running again even though every part of her body said to stop. She half ran/ half stumbled to the nearest hospital. She stumbled into the ER and stopped. A nurse noticed her and came over.

"She needs help!" The nurse nodded and took the little girl from Cooper.

The little girl woke up at being moved and clung to Cooper's shirt. Cooper tried to fight the little girl off but she wouldn't let go. The nurse finally called over and orderly who managed to pull the little girl away and get her on a gurney.

"No! Don't leave me!" Cooper wanted to run. She wasn't meant to be in any hospital rescuing a little girl. The rules of the group clearly stated that the group is supposed to stay out of sight. Cooper had just broken the biggest rule by helping this girl.

"I have to go! Here keep this! If you have this we will always be together!" Cooper pulled the necklace she was wearing off her neck. She handed it to the girl who wrapped her hand around it. The necklace was silver and said 'Cooper'. She was given the necklace when she was born by her birth mother. No matter how bad things got Cooper always refused to part with her necklace until now.

Cooper took off towards the door even though the nurse was trying to stop her. She stumbled into somebody and when she looked up stopped in her tracks. Cooper stared at the woman she had just run into before getting her bearings back and taking off out the door. She could hear the woman yelling for her but Cooper just kept going. Cooper ran all the way back to the house the group was crashing in. When she got back she ran up to the room she was staying in and pulled out her bag. She dug through until she came across the photo album she had. She flipped through until the page fell open to a newspaper clipping. She stared at the newspaper clipping and sat down on the floor. The woman she had run into was staring at her from the clipping. She had run into her mother, Olivia Benson.