Okay so I've de-aged Jo by about 10 years here and yes I know some people aren't keen on baby fics so I'm sorry but I wouldn't read this then. For those who do, enjoy xx

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Unforgettable

Eliot/Jo

Chapter 1

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Eliot had just finished up another intense phone call with the Mayor of New York, days and days of constant updates on the murder of a Judge. He ran his hand through his short dark hair as he let out a long sigh.

"Hey Eliot, you okay."

He looked up to see Carrie standing in his doorway, a smile on her face. She was always smiling it suddenly occurred to him, never one to complain about anything.

"I'm fine Detective Wells, just fine."

"Oh poor Eliot, you haven't had the best week have you."

"That's putting it mildly."

"You should go home."

"Unfortunately Carrie my job doesn't end when you catch the killer, I have mountains of paperwork to do before I can even think about going home."

"Surely it can wait until tomorrow and anyway…don't you think you should go talk to Jo?"

Carrie to see Eliot tense a little at the mention of Jo's name, she came and sat down on his desk, blocking the paperwork he was about to start on.

"I don't think Jo and I have much to talk about."

"Are you kidding me, Eliot…you and Jo have so much to talk about."

"What's the point Carrie, she's clearly made her decision and I'm not a part of it."

Carrie could hear the hurt in Eliot's voice, it wasn't like him to show his feelings in front of his team but the current situation was hard to hide from anyone. When Jo had passed out at a crime scene the week before, everyone had been rushing around after her, driving her to the hospital. They had all stayed while they'd waited for news on her condition; all believing that she was working too hard on cases but nobody had expected the real reason behind it, when the doctor had come out and brought them up to speed they had all stood in complete shock. Carrie's immediate reaction was to laugh but turning suddenly to see the look on Eliot's face, the seriousness in his eyes…right there and then she knew this wasn't some joke.

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Eliot sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face, Carrie couldn't help but sympathise with him, and the whole situation defiantly hadn't been easy.

"How's the divorce coming along?"

"Shelby signed the papers last month, so soon."

"Might make things a little easier."

"How, it doesn't change the way Jo feels about all this, she doesn't want it Carrie."

"Okay listen to me, she didn't think that you and she would really last. She was convinced you'd go back to your wife, god knows Shelby's made enough hints at wanting too get back together."

"I don't love her anymore, the reason we broke up in the first place was because I was always working and it hasn't changed but Jo…Jo gets it. She's always understood because she's in the same profession."

"You know I'm surprised you and Jo never got together sooner."

"Well, I was married to Shelby when I fist met Dr Joanne Webster, Yes I looked up to her, any young man starting out with the NYPD would, she was a well respected medical examiner, still is."

"So nothing ever happened with you all those years ago then."

"No, we were friends, that was all and then the whole corrupt officer fiasco happened, she went over our heads and she was transferred out. We'd never really spoken until the day she walked back in here, the day you and Al Burns brought her back to me."

"We're good for something then huh."

"I never thought Jo and I would ever, that I could ever feel like I do for her."

Carrie sat up and straightened her jacket, tucking her long red hair behind her ear.

"Eliot, I know you two are in a tough situation right now but Jo's scared, she won't admit it but she is. You're a good fifteen years younger than she is and I think she's afraid that you might not stick around. Jo's age, things could get tough and she shouldn't have to handle it on her own."

"Carrie I know you're trying to help and as uncomfortable as this conversation is, you must know I'm not the type of guy to just walk away from a problem, hell if I were I'd have left this place a long time ago."

"Jo's a little different from Major Crimes."

"Both mean a great deal to me."

"She's still down in autopsy if you want to talk to her."

"You think she'll listen."

"Only one way to find out."

"I thought she'd have finished the autopsy on the homeless guy hours ago?"

"Yeah well…her stomach's a little sensitive right now; it's taking a little longer these days." Carrie smiled. "Go talk to Eliot."

Carrie got up from his desk and went to leave his office. "Carrie?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for your help."

"What are friends for?"

"Friends?"

"Yes friends, deny it all you want…you know we are." She smirked before leaving.

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Eliot tried getting back to his paperwork but his mind kept drifting to Jo and Carrie's words of encouragement. Eventually he gave up on the reports, pulled on his jacket and made his way down to autopsy. He could see the light was still on when he got there and the soft music playing in the background. He came to stand on the doorway watching Jo working on the dead body; he could see her pale complexion and the steady breaths she was taking every few moments.

"Jo, why don't you leave that until tomorrow?"

She looked up to see Eliot standing watching her closely, nothing but concern on his face.

"It's my job Eliot; I can't allow my personal problems to get in the way of that."

Jo continued to stitch up the chest of the dead man as Eliot walked towards her and placed his hand on her arm stopping her.

"Leave it until tomorrow…please Jo."

She stood frozen on the spot; she eventually sat the large needle to the side and zipped him back up. She was about to wheel him away when Eliot took over the task for her, she stood with her arms folded watching him as he sanitized his hands at the sink before turning his attentions back to her.

"What are you grinning at?" He asked.

"Always the hygiene freak."

"Well in this care definitely…it's a dead body."

They lapsed back in to silence for a few moments as Eliot stood taking in every inch of the woman he'd fallen in love with. He moved a little closer to her, watching as she flinched a little at his touch.

"Let me take you home, you look exhausted."

"Eliot I…"

"Please."

"You know what, I'm too tired to argue with you right now so fine, take me home."

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The drive to Jo's had to be the most uncomfortable silence Eliot had ever experienced, no matter what he was thinking, he couldn't find the right thing to say to her in that moment. He kept watching her every now and again, feeling a small pang of guilt every time her hand found it's way to her stomach.

"You okay?"

"Mmmm fine, could you maybe speed it up a little?"

"What is it?"

"I'm just feeling a little nauseous."

"We're nearly there."

Minutes later he pulled up outside her townhouse, Jo quickly got out of his car, slamming it behind her as she rushed up the steps and inside, leaving the front door wide open. Eliot got out and locked the car before following Jo inside the house, closing the door behind him. He made his way through the long hallway and heard the sounds of Jo being sick in the near by bathroom. He opened the door to find her hunched over the toilet bowl, he grabbed a glass from the side of the sink and filled it with some water before coming to kneel beside her. He ran soothing circles on her back as she pulled back and leaned against the cold tiles, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments.

"Here, drink this."

She wiped her mouth with some tissue before taking the glass from his and taking a few sips of water and placing the glass down on the floor. Eliot moved to sit beside her as she pulled her knees up closer to her chest.

"Better?" He asked softly.

"A little."

"Jo, we have to talk about this."

"Eliot I…"

"Just listen to me for a minute okay, look I know this isn't exactly an ideal situation but it doesn't mean we can't make it work."

"You're still going through a divorce; you're my boss and let's not forget our age difference."

"Which wasn't an issue until now, I have the best attorney around and he can guarantee that my divorce can be wrapped up within the next few months and as for your age, it will never matter to me. There are also no rules about inter office relationships, look at Al and Carrie, they're blissfully happy and up until now…so were we."

"It's just so complicated."

"No, you're trying to make it complicated. Jo, I love you so much…you're carrying our child in there."

"We're not ready for this Eliot."

"Nobody's ever ready to become a parent but when it happens, they get on with it…the cope, we will cope…Jo please, all I'm asking is that you think long and hard about this before you make your final decision, please don't terminate this pregnancy."

"I need time Eliot, time on my own please."

"Okay, I'll go for now but I'm just a phone call away when you're ready."

He got up and helped Jo to her feet as she walked him to the front door.

"Try and get some rest okay." He said with concern in his voice.

"I promise."

She tried her best to smile at him but all she could feel were tears threatening to fall; Eliot could sense her uneasiness as he brought his arms around her unexpectedly.

"No matter what you decide, I love you." He said, kissing her before he left.

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To Be Continued…