Hello! Yes, another new story. My idea mill is just on the run lately, because I've been watching episodes of SVU on Netflix a lot recently. Let me know what you guys think of this story, and I'll try to update quickly! Latley, I've been banging out a chapter and a half a day, so hopefully that keeps up! I hope you guys like it, please enjoy and leave a review with thoughts!

Enjoy!

-Jen

"El it's Liv...again. Will you please just call me back? I'm worried, and running away from this isn't going to help you. You didn't do anything wrong. It's been four weeks so...please just call me back."

That was the fifth voice mail she'd left for him that day. She knew him enough to know that it was unlikely he'd respond, but she had to do something. It had been four weeks since the shooting, three weeks since she'd gotten a new partner and since Cragen had told her he'd resigned.

In the week after it had happened, she hadn't heard from him at all, until on Saturday he showed up at her apartment, drunk. As it would happen, she'd been drinking too. Though that night wasn't all clear in her mind, she knew what happened. Sometimes, she had a hard time processing it, but it had happened.

They had sex. And even though she'd wanted that for longer than she cared to admit, she could deal with that. Even though she felt awful for being the woman Elliot slept with when he was married, she could deal with that. What she couldn't deal with, though, was that he was gone when she woke up the next morning, and hadn't contacted her since. It was Cragen that had told her the day after that he'd resigned, without even telling her.

"Olivia." She looked up from where she was, sitting in the cribs. She'd been sitting on a bunk, staring down at her phone, as though willing it to ring with an incoming call from him. It was Cragen that stood at the door, looking at her with that look. "Liv," He said gently, walking over and sitting beside her, "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer, but she didn't have to because he knew. "Liv, leaving him hundreds of messages isn't going to make him come back."

"I don't care if he comes back, I just want him to take my damn calls. I want him to talk to me, that's all I want." She said. "We were partners for twelve years, he was my best friend. You'd think that would warrant a call, or even just a damn email! But no, I haven't gotten anything."

"Liv, you know how he is." He said, "He was messed up after it happened. He just needs time."

She had nothing more to say, so she remained silent. He sighed, and said, "Liv, go home."

"I can do my job, Don," She said, looking up at him.

"I know, Liv. I never said you couldn't. But he was more than just a partner to you. More than a best friend, maybe. You're hurting, so take some time. Just take an early day, Liv. Come back in the morning."

"He's married." She said, looking up at him. "I respected that." Until recently.

"I know, Liv. I never said you didn't. I just mean that he meant a lot to you. Please, Liv, go."

"Fine." She said, before getting up, and heading back down to her desk. Without a word to anyone, she grabbed her stuff from her desk, and left the precinct. She began walking the few blocks to her apartment, but at the last minute, made a split second decision.

Hailing a cab, she gave the driver Elliot's address in Queens.

It took a half hour, but before the knew it, she was outside Elliot's house. It looked like Kathy had just pulled up, as she was getting out of her car, and reaching into the back to get four year old Eli from his car seat.

She paid the driver and got out, slowly walking up. Kathy straightened, the toddler balanced on her hip, and she looked at her. "Olivia." Kathy said once she was closer. "How are you?"

"Alright." Olivia said. "How are you?"

"The same." Kathy said. "What brings you here?"

"I need to see Elliot." She said.

A look passed over Kathy's face, and her response was not one Olivia expected.

"Why don't you come in?" She said, and began heading for the house. Surprised, Olivia followed her. Once Kathy had settled Eli in the playroom, she led Olivia to the kitchen, and offered her a drink. Olivia declined, and Kathy then gestured to the couch in the living room, and they both sat down.

"Is he here?" Olivia asked.

"No, Olivia, he's not." Kathy said.

Olivia was silent for a moment, before saying, "Kathy, I need to tell you something. A week after the shooting, Elliot showed up at my apartment. He was drunk, and I'd been drinking too. I know that's no excuse but uh...we slept together. And I'm sorry that it happened, I never meant for it to. I never wanted to disrespect you or your marriage."

Kathy was silent for a long time, but when she spoke it wasn't with anger or hatred. "Thank you for telling me that, Olivia. Not many people would. I want you to know, though that you didn't sleep with a married man. A day after the shooting happened, Elliot left and came back with divorce papers. Things have been rocky for a while and...I guess that just drove him over the edge. He's come by a few times to see the kids, and he calls."

"Do you know where he's staying?" Olivia asked, "I need to talk to him. He just left right after it happened and I need to talk to him."

"Olivia, I'm really sorry he just left and that he's not returning your calls...but he made me swear not to tell anyone at all. He wants to be left alone to figure things out. I'm sorry." She said, and Olivia knew she meant it.

She sighed, knowing Kathy wouldn't tell her, and nodded. "Thanks. Listen, next time you see him...could you please just tell him I really need to talk to him."

"I'll try to get him to call." Kathy said.

"Thank you. Have a good night." Olivia said, and showed herself out, needing to get out of there. She walked for a few blocks, needing the fresh air, before she hailed a cab, and gave the address of her apartment.

She made it all the way back to her building, and up to her apartment, before she began to cry. Numbly, she changed into sweats and crawled into bed. A desperate attempt, she tried one last time, dialing his number. This time, it only rung once, meaning he'd seen her call and ignored it. Angry, she called again, and this time, he picked up.

"Liv," He said, not even saying hello, "For God's sake, take a damn hint! I don't want to talk to you, so leave me alone, will you?" He snapped, before she was again greeted with the dial tone.

Crying harder, she hung up and tossed the phone onto the night stand. She'd been telling everyone she wanted to talk to him about the shooting, tell him it wasn't his fault, and be there for him. But there was something more, much more. She felt betrayed. Rejected. Disgusting. Was he really that grossed out that he slept with her, that he'd pick up and leave without a word to her? That he wouldn't see, or talk to her?

She hoped that he knew that it wasn't only his life in pieces right now, it was hers too. She was in pieces. One part wanted to go to him, and hug him, and tell him it was ok. Another wanted to smack him across the face for being such a douche bag. And yet another wanted to sink into him in tears, and tell him that she was scared, so scared, because she knew now that her missed period and constant nausea were not just signs of stress.

A pregnancy test had confirmed that this morning.