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Author's note: Yay! First story! I love constructive criticism, so if you have any lay it on me.

Ouch! was the first word that came to Olivia Benson's mind as she woke with an excruciating headache. First thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open was the cream colored walls of the strange room she found herself in. That immediately tipped off the brunette detective that she was far from home. Her walls were more of a tan color. And what am I wearing? A pink silk nighty?! I don't even own a nighty. Let alone anything pink.

Olivia's ears suddenly picked up giggling coming from another room followed by the sound of little feet, two to be exact, coming her way. Her eyes darted around to find something more comfortable to wear, but before she could even register what else was in the room two little bodies dashed through the doorway and jumped on the bed yelling "Mama, mama, it time to get up!" as the two brunette children bounced on the bed repeatedly.

"I want pancakes!" said the boy excitedly. "I want french toast!" shouted the younger girl. Both now rolling in the blue sheets that surrounded Olivia.

Pancakes. French toast. I don't even know how to ma…did they say 'mama'? Thought the detective with a raised eyebrow. I would DEFINITELY remember being pregnant.

"Liv, honey?" came a familiar voice from the hallway.

Elliot?

As if on command Elliot Stabler walked in to the room fixing his tie. "Hey Liv, could you feed the kids? I have to run over to the precinct. Munch and Fin where able to track down the runaway from the Miller case. Also the drycleaners called and said that they couldn't get blood stain out."

Olivia's head started to spin from all the information being bombarded at her. Munch…runaway… blood…Her head started to cloud up with confusion and pain. And some strange buzzing noise.

Olivia woke up with a jolt to find herself safe in her tanned bedroom. Her phone was buzzing like it was on fire. She grabbed the phone and quickly answered "Benson."

"Rough night?" came the reply from Elliot.

A groan was all he got in response.

"Well grab some Advil and get your butt down here. Munch and Fin found the runaway from the Miller case last night in the Meat Packing District."

"Alright I'm on my way. Oh, and Elliot?"

"Yeah Liv?"

"Last night was the last time I drink Jose with you."