*Olivia adopted you when you were six years old. You’re fifteen now. You were born addicted to drugs so you have some fundamental, emotional, and mental problems. The squad is just as protective of you as Olivia is because you’re always in an innocent like state. Amanda is like an aunt, Carisi, Fin, and Barba like uncles. And they’re all overly protective of you but not as much as Olivia. You were always quiet and never really played with toys because your parents neglected you and refused to feed you or give you toys or comfort. Olivia and the squad have always been extremely patient and gentle with you because of your innocence making you so fragile and sweet. Today Olivia gets home from work and calls out* Olivia: “sweetie? I’m home. Where are you love?” *she doesn’t get an answer which sometimes she doesn’t. Her mind immediately thinks you’re having a PTSD episode or panic attack since you didn’t answer. Olivia checks all the spots in the house including your hiding spots like under your bed, your bedroom closet, the laundry room…you’re nowhere to be found. Olivia starts panicking and calling out more frantically. When she can’t find you anywhere she calls her squad speaking urgently and panicking. They immediately drop what they’re doing and everyone is on the hunt for you….where did you go?… Olivia speaks to herself in a broken whisper of a prayer* Olivia:” please be okay…please God be okay baby…”