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Detective Olivia Stabler sat at her desk in the 1-6 precinct, thankful that she had finally finished the mountain of paperwork that had cluttered her desk earlier in the day. She yawned as she leaned back in her chair, she rubbed her face tiredly with both hands and suppressed another yawn.

"Want me to take you home, kiddo?" Captain Don Cragen asked as he came out of his office, turning off the light and closing the door.

"Thanks, Cap. But no, I'm just gonna wait on El."

"He and Fin should be back soon. When Fin called earlier, he said they were almost done interviewing the victim."

Olivia nodded as she rubbed her swollen abdomen. "Desk duty sucks," she smiled good naturedly.

"I know," Cragen agreed. "Once that sweet little girl is safely born you can go back to working in the field."

"Two more months," she grinned. "I don't know who is more over-protective… El or you!"

"Hey," he protested with a smile. "I gotta look out for my honorary granddaughter… especially when her mother doesn't think twice about running into a dangerous situation to protect a victim."

Olivia sobered quickly and bit her bottom lip, "Cap… in case I haven't told you, I really do appreciate all you and the others are doing to look out for me and my baby."

"I know you do, Liv," he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I didn't mean to imply that you don't or that you're irresponsible. You're exactly the opposite and that's my point. You think of others before yourself, that's what makes you a good detective."

She reached up and laid her hand on top of his that was still resting on her shoulder. "Everyone's been so good to me, watching out for me more than normal. It's been years, I know, but I'm still glad I transferred to SVU. I was alone when I joined but you guys quickly took me in and became my family."

"That's just what we do," Cragen turned his hand over and gave hers a gentle squeeze. "See you tomorrow."

She nodded and he walked out, meeting Fin and Elliot as they entered the squad room.

"Take your wife home, she's exhausted," Cragen tossed over his shoulder as he walked toward the elevator.

Elliot made his way to Olivia, he tilted her face up to him as he leaned over and kissed her gently. "Why are you still here, Sweetheart?" he asked when he broke the kiss. "You should be at home, resting."

"Cap offered to take me home, but I wanted to wait on you. Besides, all I've been doing is resting," she smiled up at him. "I've barely been out of this chair since you left, just doing paperwork."

"You look so tired," his voice was sympathetic.

"It's your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yeah, you knocked me up," she laughed.

A grin spread across Elliot's face as he and Fin both laughed.

"That's right, Baby-Girl. It's entirely his fault," Fin agreed, smiling at the woman he saw as a younger sister. He admired her, she brought out a soft side of him that no one else could. He loved the fact that even though she had been through so much, she still cared, she was still an advocate for the victims. He sighed silently as he thought about her past; an alcoholic and emotionally absent mother, never knowing her father, knowing that she was the product of a rape. And he suspected that her mother was emotionally or physically abusive, or maybe both. He also knew how close she and Elliot were; there were things about her, about her past and how she operates that only Elliot knew. And that's how it should be, he thought to himself. After all, she and Elliot had been partners and best friends for close to a decade before they finally admitted their feelings for each other and allowed themselves to fall in love. Fin was happy for her, she deserved every happiness; Elliot and their unborn daughter definitely made her happy. Olivia's voice shook Fin from his thoughts and brought him back to present time.

She nodded, "I'm seven months pregnant, I deserve to look tired."

"Growing a baby is hard work," Elliot said as he gently rubbed his wife's stomach.

As if on cue, Olivia's stomach growled, causing Elliot and Fin to laugh again. She bit her bottom lip and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she blushed slightly as she laughed with the guys.

"Hungry?" Fin asked with a grin.

"Starving," she admitted then looked up at her husband as he continued to rub her stomach, "Your daughter's hungry."

"Well, we can't have that," he placed one hand under her elbow, helping her to her feet while grabbing her jacket with his other hand.

"Night Fin," she smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"See ya," Fin replied as he turned and walked to his desk.

"Go home, man. There's nothing more we can do with the case tonight," Elliot said with a nod in Fin's direction. "We'll finish up tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me," he replied as he straightened up his desk. He glanced over at the desk across from his, "Where's Munch?"

"He left several hours ago," Olivia answered. "Said he was gonna call it an early night since he and Lake are catching tonight."

Elliot slipped her light windbreaker up onto her shoulders. "It's a little chilly out," he said as his protective instincts kicked in. He went through four pregnancies with his ex-wife but this was his first with Olivia. With each pregnancy he because a little more protective but with this one, his protective instincts were in overdrive.

"How chilly?" she asked with a smile, knowing how overprotective he could be.

"Not bad, a nice Spring night."

She nodded and zipped her jacket up halfway. "You walking out with us?" she asked, leaning into her husband tiredly as they moved toward the exit.

"Yeah, here I come," Fin answered as he quickly shut his computer down and followed them out.

"What do you want for dinner?" Elliot asked, pushing the call button for the elevator. He watched as his tired wife rubbed her eyes and wished he could do more for her. He dropped a kiss on top of her head and rubbed her back, trying to relieve some of the pressure he knew she was feeling.

"I dunno," she replied as her stomach growled again.

"No cravings tonight?"

"I think I'm too tired to crave anything."

"Yeah," he rubbed the small of her back. "You didn't sleep very well last night, did you?"

She laid her hand on her stomach as they stepped into the elevator, "Little Bit kept me awake most of the night." The doors closed and the elevator began it's slow descent. She looked over at Fin, "Come eat dinner with us?" she asked with a tired smile.

Fin frowned in concern, "Are you sure you feel up to that?" He knew that Olivia often pushed herself past her breaking point because of her huge, caring heart. Always giving, always caring.

"Yeah," she yawned. "We can get take-out and go to our house. That way if I fall asleep early, you guys can watch football or basketball," she frowned in confusion. "Or whatever sport is on this time of year."

"Baseball," they responded in unison, both chuckling lightly.

"Yeah, baseball. That's what I meant," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"You really do need some rest if you don't know what sport season it is," Fin grinned as the elevator came to a stop with a slight jerk.

"You knew what I meant," she shot a playful glare at her friend.

The elevator doors opened with a ding and the trio stepped out. Together they walked out into the late evening sunset.

"You guys go on home, I'll pick something up and meet you there."

"You sure you don't mind?" Elliot asked.

"Not at all," Fin answered. "What sounds good? Chinese? Pizza?"

"Tacos!" Olivia exclaimed as she was hit by a sudden craving.

"Alright, Mexican it is," Fin chuckled. "I'll see you guys at your place."

The trio split up, Fin going one way to hail a cab, Elliot and Olivia going the other way to their car.

Elliot laughed lightly as they walked down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. "Guess you have a craving, after all."

"I didn't until just a minute ago," Olivia replied with a laugh of her own. She leaned closer to him and her lips met his in a quick kiss. "Love you," she whispered.

"Love you, too," he smiled in response.

She leaned against the front of the car, waiting as he moved to unlock and open the passenger door for her.

Fin rounded the corner of the building and walked a few steps down the sidewalk but before he could signal for a cab, several shots rang out. His hand immediately went to his side, he drew his weapon as he turned and started back the way he came. His fast pace warped into a full fledged run when he heard the terrified yell of his brother-in-blue. His heart hammered in his chest as Elliot's scream carried through the sudden stillness and assaulted his ears.

"LIV! NO!"