46Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: Special Victims Unit or any of its characters. They all belong to Dick Wolf and NBC.
Olivia's POV
I had gotten back to precinct and Calvin was playing rock, paper, scissors with Elliott. I sat down at my desk. A smile grew on my face as I watched them.
"I told you I have fun here." Calvin tells me and I laugh. I'm sure now he would rather come here than go to school, but I'm sure no kid wanted to go to school. Well except me. I remembered it as my escape from home.
I smile as Calvin seems to be enjoying himself. I remembered when I first met Calvin. I remember when he first came to live with me and now he seemed so much happier than when I first saw him. He's been so much happier since he's come to live with me; and Calvin being around has made me happier.
"You want to go home anytime soon?" I ask and felt happy at referring to my apartment as our home. For the two of us. This is something I've always wanted. To have kids. I was never given the chance, but it seems maybe I'm finally getting what I have always wanted. Calvin is the son I've always wanted.
"Not yet." Calvin says. "Can we get pizza tonight, Olivia?"
"Sure." I say. After today, having some pizza and sitting down on the couch sounded good right about now. I might even get Calvin to settle down if I put on some loud action movie.
That sounded good.
"Olivia Benson." I looked up and walked over to the gentleman. "I'm Paul Vereker from child protective services. I am here about a Calvin Arliss." He tells me.
"Yes, I'm his legal guardian."
"Not anymore." He says as he hands me a paper.
"What?" I ask as I open the letter in start to read it. I feel a lump in my stomach as I read what was on it. I glanced up at him and back down at the paper. No, this couldn't be happening. It couldn't be.
"This letter terminates your rights and responsibility of legal guardianship immediately." Paul says and I just couldn't speak. I was speechless. Why was this happening? Why?
"Mom?" I walk over to Calvin and then see Vivian enter the room. She goes over to Calvin and starts to talk to him. I feel rage building up inside. She was pissed at me. She blames me for Sarah being murdered and she knows that I care about Calvin, so she was taking him away from me.
I can't believe she can do this.
"This isn't possible. That woman there is a drug addict." I say, quickly, glancing from Calvin to Paul. They couldn't be seriously taking him away from me and putting him back in her care? She doesn't even take care of him. She never really cared about him. I remember when I first met Calvin that he talked about how when she got high Vivian never wanted him around. Calvin being with her wasn't good for him.
"The boy's biological father has assigned custody to Calvin's grandparents." Paul explains and then points to the bottom of the letter.
"You're gonna go live in Vermont for a while. Mom's gotta get her head right." Vivian tells Calvin. I stare at them and drop the paper onto the floor. Vermont? That was far away. I wouldn't ever get to see Calvin again. Can they really do this?
I can't believe this is happening.
"Time to go." Vivian tells Calvin.
"No. I don't want to go." Calvin complains.
"Son, you don't have a choice." Paul tells him.
"Sir, I assure you that you're making a mistake." I say. Who knows if his grandparents were even the right placement for him. What if they are no better than Vivian? What if they are worse?
"If you want to contest this file a claim with the court." Paul tells me. I wanted to, but I'm sure Vivian would try to do everything in her power to make sure I won't have him. "I'm just here to escort this young man to where he belongs. Come on, son." Paul says as he and Vivian began guiding Calvin out of the building. I want to go after them.
"Vivian, you did this!" I say as Elliott holds me back.
I felt angry at her for doing this. She just wanted to hurt me. In her mind, I took away the one person she cared about; Sarah. So now she was going to take Calvin away from me; she wanted me to hurt like she was. "You're the one who is sending him off to Vermont!"
"I'm doing it because it's the best thing for Calvin. I'm his mom." Vivian says.
That was lie. All of it was a lie. That may not be what's right for Calvin. She is only doing this to hurt me. And she never cared about Calvin. He always off by himself. He's been so much happier with me. It's only been a short time, but it didn't take long for Calvin to adjust. He was better with me. He had someone who actually took care of him. Someone who actually cared.
She may be Calvin's biological mother, but that isn't what makes a mom. A mother is someone who takes cares of a child; Vivian isn't that.
"You knew this was only temporary." Elliott points out. Yeah, I knew that, but I was hoping that it wouldn't be. A part of me wished I had just left. Vivian said if I left her alone I could keep him forever. If Elliott hadn't shown up, I probably would have left; I wish that could have happened.
"No! I don't want to go!" Calvin screams before running back over to me. He wraps his arms around me tightly and starts to cry. I felt like crying myself. I wrapped mine around him and gave him a hug. "Olivia, don't let them take me! I'll do anything, please!"
"It's okay." I tell him, but I don't even believe that. "I'll call you and..." Before I could say anything more, Vivian and Paul were prying Calvin away from me. Couldn't they at least give me a minute to say goodbye? Why couldn't they give us that?
"Let him go!" Vivian yells at me and I hold onto Calvin tighter, not wanting to let him go.
"Just give me a minute."
"He has to go." They pull him away. Calvin was holding out his arms and slowly I felt him being pulled away. I stood up and watched as they slowly pulled him away with him screaming.
"It's okay Calvin." I say, trying to reassure him.
"OLIVIA! OLIVIA! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME! OLIVIA! LET ME GO! NO! OLIVIA!" Calvin screams.
I stood up listening to Calvin's screams and cries for me to stop them from taking him away. He's crying for me to rescue him again. I want nothing more than to run after them and get him. But I can't. There's nothing I can do.
"Goodbye Calvin. I love you." My voice breaks and I start to cry.
"Liv, I'm so sorry—" Elliott starts to say as he tries to wrap his arms around me. I push him away.
"This is all your fault!" I said angrily. I didn't want his comfort. If it wasn't for him, none of this would have happened. "What did arresting Vivian and Sarah do? All it did was get a girl killed and Calvin taken away."
"Liv—"
"You get to go home to your five kids and wife every night. I don't have any of that. For the first time in a long time, I was happy. I had something that I had wanted for so long. I was happy. If you hadn't followed me—why couldn't you let me be happy!?"
I then grabbed my bag off and went out to my car. I locked the doors after I got in. I didn't turn the car on. I just sat there and sobbed.
I had finally had something that made me happier than doing this job. I had always wanted kids. Calvin was a son to me and I will probably be more than a mother than he will ever have.
I was happy.
Why couldn't it have lasted?
I wake up at the sound of my alarm going off. I get out of bed and walk into my kitchen. I stop at the picture of me that Calvin had painted for me, which was still on my fridge. I touch it and smiled bit. But then I frowned.
It's been six months since Calvin was taken away and it's getting easier without him, but I won't forget it. Those couple of weeks with him here had been unforgettable.
I still miss him every day. I wonder if he even remembers me.
I wish there was a way to call him so I could see how he was doing, but I couldn't find a number. And I'm sure Vivian would somehow try and stop me from having any contact with him. I just wish I knew if he was okay.
I get dressed and then pour myself a cup of coffee.
Today was my day off and I could be sleeping, but ever since Calvin was taken I couldn't stop thinking about him. It's gotten easier, but sometimes I have dreams about him. Nothing bad—they're good. But they make me sad, thinking about all that.
I have to move on. I'm sure Calvin has.
Then there was a knock at my door. I wasn't expecting anyone. Who could that be? If I was needed at work, then they would just call me on my cell phone. I put my coffee down and answer the door.
"Calvin?" I say as he steps inside, panting. I took a quick look at him as he stood in front of me. His clothes were dirty. I could see some bruises not to mention—was that blood on his clothes?
"Olivia. Help me." Calvin breathes out quickly before his passes out. I catch him before he could hit the floor.
I stared at him before starting to call him name.
"Calvin? Calvin!? CALVIN!" I say. I quickly reach for my car keys and put them in my pocket before picking up Calvin and carrying him to my car. "It'll be okay. It's okay Calvin."
I had to get him some help.
A/N: So I just saw "Rescue" and I was not emotionally okay after that. They just give Olivia a child that she bonds with only to take him away, while he's screaming for them not to. All he wanted was to stay with Olivia. That was not okay. I have never cried so much over a TV Show; and I knew it was going to happen. Anyways I needed to write something with Calvin in it. Let me know what you think so far. Don't forget to review.
