New story, yet again! I need to cut it out and work on older works, but nay! I own nothing and nobody!

Olivia Benson winced slightly and rested a hand over her abdomen. Her partner looked up at her worriedly from across the desk.

"You alright?" he asked. She smiled softly and nodded, trying to ignore the churning of her stomach.

"I'm fine." She grabbed a pen and returned to her paperwork. Elliot followed suit, but stole another glance at her.

For the past three months, she had been dating Dean Porter, an FBI agent she had worked with while undercover. They had bonded, and before she knew it, they were kissing in her doorway. As much as Elliot envied the man, he was the first out of Olivia's boyfriends that seemed to make her happy, but he didn't believe that Dean was good enough for her.

Despite that he wished he was the man in her life, he had never seen her so happy before. "So how are you and Porter doing?"

Olivia grinned. "Great," she said. "This probably makes the first relationship that I've had to last for longer than a month."

He couldn't help but feel saddened at her words. Who wouldn't want to be with Olivia? She was gorgeous and had the most amazing personality. He understood how she felt. It was nearly impossible to maintain a healthy relationship with the job. It was the main reason he and Kathy divorced, along with her many false accusations of him of screwing his partner.

He was both relieved and saddened. Kathy was no longer around to complain about everything he did, and he was free. But he missed his children.

"El? You okay there?" Olivia waved her hand. "You sorta spaced out for a second there."

He snapped back into reality. "Yeah, I was just thinking." Olivia nodded understandingly, knowing exactly what was on his mind.

"Kathy still let you see the kids?"

"Every other weekend." He leaned back against his chair. "Not that often, but better than never."

A slight pang of jealousy struck her. She had always wanted a child of her own, and Elliot was blessed with four amazing kids who loved him. She still had yet to work up the courage to talk to Dean about having children. They had never discussed it at all, and she was beginning to suspect something, having woken up feeling nauseous for the past few days.

She flinched as her stomach did another flip-flop. Maybe I'm just sick, she thought. But her eyes widened as she did a mental calculation. She was late. She stood abruptly. "I'll be right back." She hurried to the bathroom and crouched in front of the toilet. She heaved, moaning softly as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

"Ick," she muttered, standing up and grabbing a paper towel to wipe her face. She took a quick drink if water from the sink and returned to her desk.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Munch's coffee just didn't agree with me." She smirked and sat down.

"Doesn't anybody like my coffee?" Munch asked.

"Yeah. When we're throwing it away," Olivia retorted, earning an eye roll from Munch and a chuckle from Elliot.

He turned to face her. "Seriously, Liv, you look a little bit off." He pressed his hand to her forehead. She rolled her eyes and smacked her partner's hand away.

"I'm fine," she said firmly. At the second, Cragen poked his head out of his office door and commanded them to go to a crime scene.

SVU-SVU-SVU

Olivia bit her lip, trying not to vomit again at the sight of the bloody crime scene. Her stomach was bothering her again, and the sight before her merely upset it even more.

Her eyes widened when she saw the victim's slightly swollen belly, stained with blood. Her hand traveled to her own stomach.

Elliot turned around at the sound of hurrying footsteps to find Olivia no longer standing behind him. Rather, she was bent over a trash can, heaving. He quickly ran to her side.

"Told you that you looked sick," he said as he pulled her hair back. Olivia glared up at him, but threw up again. Elliot rubbed her back comfortingly.

Normally any type of intimate gesture between them was avoided at all costs, especially now that she was in a steady relationship. Every now and then they would give each other a soothing hand on the back or stand close to each other, but that was about it.

This is not a personal touch, he told himself. It's just a touch between friends. That's all. If only it could be more.

"Ugh," Olivia moaned, pulling him out of his trance. "I think I puked my guts out." She stood and wiped her mouth.

Elliot grabbed her arm and gently pulled her toward the car. "I'm taking you home." Olivia shook her head in protest.

"No," she insisted, trying to free herself. Elliot tightened his grip, but not tight enough to hurt her. He opened her car door for her, and she groaned in annoyance as she sat down.

"Bradley home to watch you?" Elliot asked as he turned on the car.

"I don't need a babysitter," she complained, closing her eyes and resting against the seat.

"Yeah, you do."

"What am I, six?" she retorted, not opening her eyes. Elliot chuckled.

"You act like it when you're sick."

"Shut up," Olivia murmured, half asleep. She was out like a light. Elliot couldn't suppress a smile as he looked at her. She looked adorable when she slept, a loose strand of long brunette hair falling across her cheek.

He shook his head. Why was he thinking this way? She was merely his partner. His best friend. His no longer single best friend. He chided himself. Why hadn't he taken the chance when he still could? Then he remembered- Kathy.

He wondered if Olivia ever felt this way about him. Of course she doesn't, he thought. We're just best friends, and she's dating, for Christ's sake!

Unknown to Olivia, he had run a background check on Dean to be sure he wasn't going to hurt Olivia. He found nothing more than a speeding ticket. Olivia would have tanned his hide if she knew he checked everything without telling her.

By the time he parked in front of her apartment, she was awake. "You drive like an old woman," she whined.

"You were asleep!" he retorted.

Olivia shrugged. "I know. I just like being a jerk when I'm sick."

"Apparently," he noted as he helped her out of the car and guided her toward her apartment door. Olivia stared at him blankly.

"Elliot?"

"Yes?"

"I know where my own damn apartment is." She fished her key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She was instantly greeted by Dean, who kissed her on the lips.

"No matter what she says, don't believe her. She got sick," Elliot said, earning a glare from Olivia.

"Thanks for bringing her home. She would have stayed all day." Dean smirked. Olivia crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, I wouldn't," she protested stubbornly. Both men rolled their eyes, and Elliot returned to his car.

Olivia plopped down wearily on the bed and closed her eyes, secretly glad to catch a wink of sleep. She felt her boyfriend pull the covers over her and kiss her on the lips.

SVU-SVU-SVU

That night, as he sat on his couch watching television, Elliot let his mind wander to Olivia. The protective part of his mind prayed that she simply had a stomach bug and not something terrible.

The logical side of his mind made a conclusion. His phone rang, and he picked it up. "Stabler." What Olivia said to him, her voice thick with happiness, confirmed his belief.

"I'm pregnant."

Of course, I won't make everything perfectly happy! I promise, don't be sad! It's gonna have drama and it wouldn't be me to leave out EO!