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Olivia was in the hospital for almost twelve days as she struggled through her concussion and brain bleed. Every hour she spent with the protection of Agent Danson and Agent Ford, she thought about her daughters. She kept wondering if Macie and Rory were still alive or if Hugo took their lives as an act of revenge.

"Where am I going?" Olivia questioned as she climbed into the back seat of an SUV.

"We must take you several hours away to ensure Hugo can't track you down."

"But-"

"We will tell you once we are out of the state. Due to your injuries, we will be driving instead of flying you to your new home," Agent Danson replied. Olivia nodded weakly as the door was shut and she slowly buckled up.

Once they were out of the parking lot and heading to the undisclosed location, Olivia slowly leaned forward and tapped Agent Danson's shoulder.

"Do you need something, Olivia?" He questioned.

"Macie and Rory... Do you have an update on them? Are they okay?"

"We haven't been able to locate them, but our task force is actively trying to find them. Once we can locate them, we will always keep eyes on them."

"Will I know?"

"Know what?"

"Will I know when you find them? Those two are my entire life, and I hate leaving them," Olivia breathed as tears slipped down her bruised cheeks.

"We will tell you, but you can't be in contact with them. We can't take them from Hugo and bring them to you because it's too risky. Try to get some rest. We will be on the road for a while."

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It took almost twenty hours for Olivia to get to the safe house. She had slept for a few hours but would wake to nightmares. Nightmares of Hugo hurting the girls or of him finding and killing her. Each time she'd wake up crying but avoided all questions from the agents.

"Welcome home," Agent Danson spoke as he opened the door for Olivia. She looked at him for a long moment before slowly climbing out of the SUV. 

Olivia looked around the area, her face covered in confusion. Her new home was much colder than her life in Florida, and flakes of snow were falling on her skin. Olivia wrapped her arms around her body as she shivered.

"Let's get you inside. New York is a big temperature change from Miami," Agent Ford spoke, as he quickly took his jacket off and draped it over Olivia's shoulders before placing his hand on her back and guiding her to the door.

The house was small, nothing more than one bedroom, a bathroom, and a small living room that was attached to the open kitchen. The walls lacked pictures, and it smelt musty. A light flipped on and Olivia quickly shielded her eyes as she took a shaky breath.

"We are currently about twenty minutes from Manhattan, where you will be working. We have created a profile for you that includes as much background as we could compile before we took you. Unfortunately, the parts regarding your daughters are no longer needed. You need to read over this and memorize what is listed," Agent Danson spoke, as he passed a thick binder to Olivia.

She took it slowly before looking at the cover as tears poured down her cheeks. She hated that her daughters were no longer included and their lives were in limbo.

"Can I go to bed?"

"Olivia-"

"We drove for almost twenty hours and stopped only a few times. I need sleep... Please," Olivia begged.

"Sure, but we need to start moving things along once you wake up. You must get back to living your life because surviving will be easier if you have stuff to occupy your time."

"You've never been pulled from your home, forced to leave your daughters behind, just to get away from your abusive piece of shit husband. You don't know a damn thing," Olivia snapped. She tossed the binder to the ground before grabbing her duffle bag and walking to the bedroom.

The moment she shut the door, a loud sob left her throat as she slid down the door and her heart ached for what she left behind.

///

Olivia slept till six that evening and woke to a light knock on her door, telling her it was time to get up. Once she showered and got changed, Olivia was greeted with takeout and instructions.

"I'm going to be a detective here?" Olivia asked as she grabbed another spoonful of rice.

"Yes, you will be working under Captain Donald Cragen with Manhattan Sex Crimes."

"Sex Crimes?"

"Yes, you'll be investigating things like rapes and sexual assaults, cases regarding children."

"Oh great, that shouldn't be hard at all," Olivia grumbled, before flipping the page and seeing her picture. From now on, she'd be Detective Olivia Benson, born and raised in New York. She had a new birthday and didn't have any children. Olivia Benson seemed so lonely, but Olivia knew it matched who she'd been all along.

"Does my captain know about what's happening?" Olivia asked.

"No, and he can't know. Keep up the act and everything will be okay. Eventually, Olivia Wilson will fade completely into Olivia Benson," Agent Danson spoke, as he leaned back with his box of takeout.

Olivia took a slow breath as she flipped through the remaining pages before starting over again. She tried to memorize what she could, but it got so annoying. All she wanted was to go back to the day the agents showed up at her house. She'd change her mind and decide to ignore the accusations so that she and her girls could still be together.

"When do I start work?" Olivia asked.

"Next Monday, so take the rest of the week to get prepared."

"Will one of you be taking me to work?"

"No, you will be taking yourself. There is a car in the garage that is registered to Olivia Benson, and the GPS is set up to take you to the precinct."

"What about my uniform?"

"There is no uniform. You will be wearing slacks and a nice shirt."

"And where would I get those? I packed items I wore in Miami, and clearly, those won't work for New York," Olivia sighed.

"We can go this weekend. Until then, get ready for a test to determine if you absorbed anything about your new self. I will test you tomorrow," Agent Danson smiled as if the woman sitting in front of him hadn't just left everything behind to save her life.