a/n: This story picks up the night Meet the Stabler's ended. Oh yeah---If you didn't read Meet the Stabler's if you want this story to make any sense, I would read that one first. :)

Chapter one: What?!?!?!?!

What the hell? Where am I? Shit my head hurts. What is that loud beeping noise? Crap, I'm in the friggin hospital. What I do? Go and get my self shot again?

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It's that dreaded phone call you never want to get. The one you are always anticipating, but pray to God never happens. I jolted out of bed, threw on whatever clothes were on the floor, the ones that Elliot ripped off me just hours ago; I raced out the door to Bellevue Hospital. So hear I sit waiting, tears in my eyes crazy thoughts running through my head.

"Detective Benson, you can see him now. He is still not awake. The surgery went well. He suffered some brain damage, and we won't be able to tell how extensive it is until he wakes up. Other then that physically he will make a full recovery."

I let out a huge sigh and walk down the long hall way. He's going to make it. He's going to make it! A smile flashes across my face. For the past few hours I was living in complete fear. Fear that I would lose the only man I have truly loved, fear that I would have to raise our child by myself, fear that I wouldn't be strong enough…but it's all over. No more fear. Tears are running down my face, but I make no effort to wipe them.

I run to his side, and place my hand in his. Kiss his hand and hold tightly. I'm not letting him go. "Elliot, baby. You did it. You did great. The doctors said you're going to be fine. Be back to catching perps in no time. More importantly, help raise this child with me." I sob into his hand. I want to climb into bed with him and hold him. They have him hooked up to every machine known to man. His head is wrapped in gauze; I can't even kiss his forehead, or his lips. I sob hysterically.

I feel the warmth of a hand on my shoulder. It's Maureen. She bends down and holds me tightly, "Everything is going to be Ok Liv."

"I was just so scared you know." I say to her taking the tissue she is offering.

"I know Liv, trust me I know. He loves you a lot." She said picking up my hand and admiring my ring, "It's beautiful. When he told me the story I cried, hell he even cried. You two were meant to be, I know that is why he fought so hard, so he could see that beautiful face of yours."

I let out a small laugh. Shouldn't I be the one consoling her? Here she is the oldest of Elliot's children playing mother to me. Mother. I'm going to be a mother. The past 24 hours have been like, 'what!?" One thing after the other. Elliot surprises me by coming home early, we find out I'm pregnant, he proposes…and then the phone call. A case he was working on with Munch a few weeks back finally got a lead. I know he didn't want to go. It had been such a wonderful day for us, the best day of my life. Of course it had to end with something tragic; I am Olivia Benson after all.

I see him stir, and all eyes are on him. Maureen hits the nurse's button on his bed. "Oh my God, Reen? Baby is that you?"

"Yes Daddy! It's me."

"You're all grown up." I see a confused look in Elliot's Eyes. It scares me.

"Yeah Dad, I guess I am."

He looks over at me, "Olivia? Your hair…you changed it." Something is wrong, something is dead wrong.

The nurse walks in seeing our confused faces knowing about his head trauma, she asks the question I will never forget, "Elliot, can you tell me what year it is?"

"2001. Why?"