Title: Fight

Author: tiny
Summary: Olivia gets pregnant, but she isn't sure who the father is. Will she keep the baby? ... Sequel to Big Brother.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: svu belongs to someone who is not me.
A/N: Dates don't correlate with the show…just needed a timeline. And thanks to my beta: Broem!

CHAPTER 1

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2005

Olivia sat on the bathroom floor. She stared down at the test she had just taken. The directions said to wait three minutes before reading the result, but it was pretty obvious as the liquid moved across the stick that two lines were forming. She could wait three minutes, but there were still going to be two lines.

She wasn't very surprised. The thought that she could be pregnant first entered her mind about a week ago when she started feeling nauseous. It would start in the morning and would last most of the day. Her breasts started to hurt, and she started to feel some cramping. She assumed it all meant her period was coming. But when a week went by without it, she pretty much knew what was going on.

Olivia bought the test on her way home from work Friday, but it took a couple days before she found the courage to take it. She knew what it would say, but until she took it she was able to hold on to what little hope there was that this wasn't happening. She couldn't deny it now.

Not wanting to look at it anymore, Olivia tossed the stick into the trashcan beside the toilet. She stood up slowly, hoping it wouldn't make her feel sick again. Unfortunately, the movement was not kind to her. She made her way across the small apartment to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and grabbed the box of Saltine crackers.

She sat down on the couch and took small bites of a cracker. It helped, but it certainly wasn't working miracles for her. She still couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this mess. Not only was she pregnant; she didn't even know who the father was. She never thought she'd be the kind of person to do such a thing, sleep with two men just within twenty four hours of each other. But it wasn't like she had planned it that way.

She had a lot of fun with Carsen. However, the only thing it really consisted of was hot sex. Carsen didn't really have much "staying" potential. They just didn't have that kind of connection. They were both devoted to their jobs and just needed something to mix it up a bit. They had talked about it the first night they'd gone out. Neither of them had any intention of starting a relationship; that's just not what they were looking for.

A few weeks ago, Olivia had called Carsen to come over for dinner. Neither of them had been hungry for anything other than each other. She attacked him as soon as he walked through her door. It was intense and exactly what they both needed after a long day at work. Of course, while they were having their fill of each other, Olivia had forgotten about the spaghetti on the stove. They weren't actually hungry in the first place, so they decided to just call it a night.

The next morning Olivia had to drag herself out of bed and head into work. It ended up being a long day. All four detectives spent the entire time perusing through files. They were trying to find similarities between their two most recent rapes and other open cases. It was draining, and by the end of the day, they all needed a break. They decided to head out for drinks and a bit of pool.

Olivia was wasting her coworkers at the pool table when she saw Carsen walk in. Immediately she felt uncomfortable. No one knew about Carsen, and she didn't exactly want to open herself up to the scrutiny of her "big brothers." But she didn't want to blow Carsen off either. So she flirted a bit and played it off casually. Even so, she could tell that Elliot was especially jealous of the attention she had shown Carsen that night.

Olivia felt she had sufficiently made it up to him. Elliot was trying to do the noble thing and walk his inebriated partner back to her building. She wasn't surprised when he followed her to her apartment. What she didn't expect, however, was making love to him.

Once they got into her apartment, Olivia had gone into her bedroom to change her clothes, while Elliot rummaged through her medicine cabinet looking for the aspirin. She walked out and saw Elliot sitting on the couch with the pills and two glasses of water. They talked for quite awhile. Elliot had asked dozens of questions about Carsen. She noticed the jealousy she'd seen at the bar was still there.

Olivia wondered if the sex had stemmed from Elliot's jealousy. She had seen hints of jealousy before, but usually it was in the form of protectiveness. And a lot of times, Elliot would try to cover it up with some teasing. But that night there was none of that. For the first time, he had actually seen her with another man. He had watched her flirt with someone else. And he knew that other man was getting something that he wasn't, something that he wanted.

The sex was passionate and filling, everything that her sex with Carsen hadn't been. She didn't regret her time with Carsen; it served a very good purpose. However, it certainly wasn't like making love to Elliot. And after that night, she just didn't feel like she could go back to Carsen.

But the sex with Elliot never happened again either. They never even discussed what had taken place at her apartment that night. It was like a silent understanding between them. It had been wonderful, but anything more could never be a possibility. They valued both their friendship and their partnership at work too much to let it all go for the possibility of a romantic relationship.

She still couldn't understand how it had happened. She'd used condoms with each of them. Olivia had sex so infrequently that she didn't waste the money on birth control. Now she was beginning to think it probably would have been worth it. She hadn't noticed any leaks or tears in the condoms.

Olivia shook her head. What might have happened with the condoms was pretty irrelevant at this point. What she had to figure out now was what the hell she was going to do about it.