Summary: Kathy truly believed it was his, hadn't she? Well, maybe it wasn't so much a belief as a frantic hope. (Post-Screwed)
A/N: Hmm, so, I'm attempting to work out of my hiatus. I have about three stories started, but this one seems to have the best potential in my opinion. This chapter is incredibly short, so consider it a... teaser. If I feel inspired and maybe get a couple of reviews, I'll probably continue with this. So, read and review, pretty please? (:
Disclaimer: What I know about medicine and medical terms wouldn't even cover the head of a pin and my google skills leave much to be desired, so I basically made it up. Just bear with me. Oh, and I don't own SVU. I'd be wittier about it if I thought it'd change anything. ;-;
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One night. That's all I ask for. I don't get much sleep as it is, so why am I always first on Cragen's speed dial when he gets a case in the middle of the night? Is just one full night of peace and quiet too much to ask for?
Elliot groaned into his pillow, the answer shrilly invading his ears with each high-pitched beep. Blindly fumbling in the dark, he finally managed to wrap his fingers around the offending object. He resisted the impulse to crush his cell phone into pieces and flipped it open.
"'llo?" He muttered, trying to rub his face awake with his free hand.
The shriek that replied did more to wake the detective then all the coffee in the world could at the moment. "Daddy!"
Elliot bolted out of bed and started pulling his pants on in one swift motion, preparing to run out the door. He'd know that voice anywhere, but he'd never heard that type of fear and alarm in it.
"Lizzie, what's the matter baby girl?"
"I-It's Mom," she choked out. "Her water broke, but then she started bleeding a-and yelling, b-but I don't know what to do."
The color left Elliot's face in a second, making his skin almost translucent. He listened carefully to the line on the other end of his phone and managed to hear Kathy's screams over his 13-year-old's congested sobs.
"Where's Kat?" He unintentionally barked out the question, realizing he wasn't even attempting to remain placid at this point.
"She went over t-to a friend's house, and Dickie's trying to help mom. Please Daddy, she keeps saying it hurts and that she needs to get to a hospital. I don't know what to do!"
The detective cursed himself under his breath, recognizing that Elizabeth had sensed his lack of composure and was quickly losing her own. All his years of training were kicking himself for it as he checked his watch.
"Lizzie, you're gonna have to take a deep breath and relax for me, can you do that?" When he heard a deep whoosh of air, but nothing else, he assumed that she had nodded her head in agreement. A little smile crossed his lips as he knew she had a habit of doing that when they talked. "Okay, I'm on my way over right now, and I should be out there in about ten minutes, all right? I need you and your brother to stay as calm as you can. Grab some towels from the bathroom and try to slow down the bleeding. Talk to your mom and try to keep her as calm as possible, and don't move her. Can you do that, baby?"
"Y-Yeah Daddy. Just hurry!"