Sleep together cant use drunk excuse cuz all cragen served was Perrier
Ask simon for fathers med records for baby
No marriage look how u and Kathy turned out I cant lose you like that
Stupid mistake/ stupid yes mistake no, some of the best things in life were mistakes
10: 38 am Thursday, April 21, 2010
Liv? Liv come on wake up! We've got a break. Det. Olivia Benson's eyes snapped open as she woke. She grabbed her jacket with one hand and rubbed the remnants of sleep from her eyes with the other. "Got it, let's go". She stood up and the grey walls of the SVU crib swam in front of her. "Oh", she swayed slightly on her feet and Elliot caught her by the arm. "Woah, hey, Olivia…" his voice deepened to a serious tone; "what's up with you lately? This must the third time I've had to come get you from the crib this week. You need to go see a doctor".
She shrugged away and brushed off the comment, "I'm fine El just a little run down, this case has got us doing crazy hours, nothing new. So what did Kim have for us?".
"Nice change of subject Liv, and no, it is new when you can't keep your eyes open on the job." Olivia shut the car door and grinned wryly at her partner in the driver's seat "damn you know me too well, that subject change would've worked on anyone else."
Twenty minutes into the drive, Elliot did a double take as he looked over at Olivia who he saw had turned an interesting shade of greyish green. She grimaced and put a hand on the dash in front of her. "Uh, El. Could you uh, eurgh, um pull over for a second?" Elliot swerved the car to the curb of the suburbs they were searching and pushed open the door for her from his seat. Immediately she leaned over and threw up violently into the gutter. She slouched back inside the seat before jerking forward again. Elliot unbuckled his seat belt and kept a steady hand on her shuddering shoulders.
"Damn, I knew that leftover Chinese was a bad idea", Olivia leaned back in the seat and accepted the piece of gum Elliot was offering her. "Olivia". Elliot fixed her with a knowing look, you looked like this yesterday as well, what's going on with you? She just shrugged. "Fine, fine, I'll make an appointment with the doctor, I'm sure it's nothing though" she grumbled as an afterthought. Elliot just shook his head and kept driving.
2:24 pm. Back at the station
Olivia exhaled sharply and tried to focus on the papers in front of her on her desk. She swallowed drily but the sour taste in her mouth rose up in the back of her throat and her stomach clenched and rolled. She rested her head in her hands and tried to breathe through her nose, waiting for the feeling to pass.
Once she was sure she wasn't going to throw up all over the court documents she opened her eyes to see a concerned Elliot beside her staring at her oddly. "Liv, you okay?" She opened her mouth to respond but another rolling vise of nausea had her clamping her mouth shut and shaking her head.
She moved her hand away from her mouth, "I've gotta get out of here". She swayed a little as she stood and put on her coat; "Come on, I'll drive you home": Elliot pulled his coat off the back of his chair.
"Thanks, lemme just go tell Cragen we're heading out" Olivia straightened up and headed towards their Captain's office. But with the next step she stopped again and bent over slightly at the waist. Elliot gently pushed her into a chair; "wait here, I'll just be a sec".
He knocked twice on the glass etched door with the backs of his knuckles. The door swung open easily, "Cap – I'm heading out a little early to take Olivia home, she's not feeling well".
The older man covered the lower end of the phone with his hand, "Sure, go ahead – tell Liv to feel better". He frowned slightly as his two best detectives left, it wasn't like either of them to leave early or ever take a sick day.
"Hey are you sure you're going to be okay?", Elliot pulled up to the entrance of her apartment building and looked into her eyes. "Yeah El, I'll be fine" she insisted – running a tired hand across her forehead impatiently. "I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow". "All right, take care of yourself Olivia". He waited until the front door locked behind her before he drove off to his own apartment, empty now since the divorce had become finalized.
She pushed the door open into her flat and tossed her keys into the blue ceramic bowl on her hall table before taking a shower. But halfway through, the glass door slammed open and she fell to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up violently into it.
Reaching underneath the sink for the disinfectant-her hand brushed against a spare box of Tampax which fell, scattering its contents on the clammy tile floor. Her stomach clenched up again, this time for entirely different reasons. Her mind moved feverishly as she groped around blindly for the box "Ohmigod, the date, what's the date?, when was my last? How many weeks? Oh my god February" she muttered.
Naked and shivering on the bathroom floor Olivia realized it had been two months since her last period in February – it was now April 16th. She should have started her period 4 days ago. Drying her hair she let the towel fall from around her hips and stared tentatively at her reflection in the steamy mirror. If she was pregnant- she could barely wrap her mind around the word, then there was no hint of a bump at her waist yet. No curvature to indicate the presence of her baby.
Pulling on an old pair of NYPD sweats, she grabbed her wallet and all but ran to the convenience store. She grabbed a case of gingerale and saltines before making her way over to the family planning aisle. Her stomach flopped over again as her gaze fell on the condoms – "that would have come in handy a few months ago" she thought wryly. Despite the fact that she was the only one in that aisle, a blush spread over her cheeks and lower as she thought about the circumstances of the possible conception.
8:28 pm February 4th 2010 (FLASHBACK)
"Hey – did you hear something coming from the bathroom?" Elliot turned around to check out the sleazy bathroom when Olivia threw her cards down on the lumpy mattress and smoothed back her bangs. "Cause I think I just heard a royal flush! Come on, I'm waiting, the shirt goes this time I think".
It was the eleventh hour of their stakeout in this godforsaken motel. There was a drug deal supposed to be going down tonight between 'Elliot Richardson' and the guy narcotics was trying to bring down. Normally this bust would have gone through narcotics – but all of their guys had been made when a leak had been discovered in the unit. "The only flush I'm gonna see is on your face when I put down my four aces!" Elliot grinned as he listened to his partner mouth a few choice phrases at him. "You're gonna get it, Stabler".
Jokingly, Olivia shimmied off her sweater slowly teasing him with a mock impression of a striptease. The heavy wool cable knit pulled the tank top she wore underneath so that it shifted to reveal a lushly curved patch of black lace.
Without thinking Elliot reached out and grabbed her just below her ribcage so that his thumb brushed the underside of her breast as he pulled her inexorably towards him. Olivia's eyes widened, her pupils dilated wide as her breathing became hitched and shallow.
His hand slid up further, edging the ribbed material over her chest, exposing lace covered nipples that puckered enticingly against the cooler rush of air and the liquid rush of heat that filled her veins and pooled in a deep secret place in her body. A place that she arched unconsciously towards him as she pressed her hips to his.
"Lord help me Olivia if you want me to stop tell me now". He bent to lave one swollen peak through the sheer lace and she managed to speak: "N, nuh, n – no. Elliot, El oh god please d-don't stop. Yes, yes I want you i-in me, please El" her whispered moans rose to muffled shrieks and gasps of shock and ecstasy as he hooked his thumbs through the beltloops of her pants and slid them down torturously slowly as he continued to kiss her.
Her own hands made quick work of his shirt and worked down the flat plane of his stomach, down across the faint swirl of black hair that grew denser as she unzipped his jeans and cupped her hand against him.
He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her away gently, I want to make this last Olivia; to make you feel like how you make me feel. He caressed her thigh as he teased the swollen flesh there to a feverish intensity of sensitivity. He parted them further and the feel of his calloused fingers rasping gently in circles around the throbbing nub at her core had her digging her nails into his back, wanting him pushing into her, harder.
He lowered her into the pillows and in a perfect and desperate moment, thrust into her, entering her liquid honeyed center. "Oh God Liv – you're so tight, so hot, you feel so good" he muttered as their bodies undulated in perfect time and rhythm. At the moment he was fully immersed in her, sparks flew in reckless abandon and flames erupted and scorched their veins in the climax that ensued.
Again and again and every time he thrusted into her the pleasure never waned, keeping them just over the brink of madness. It was a visceral match between the pleasures of heaven and the flames of hell.
She screamed, pressing her face into his shoulder to muffle the sound and clung to him even more tightly, wrapping her legs around him and gasping with the sudden fullness she felt behind the shimmering waves of orgasm.
He rested his elbows on the mattress, forming a kind of muscled cage around her smaller frame. And this time, the commitment phobic and fiercely independent Olivia Benson didn't mind one bit.
3:44 pm February 21 2010
She tossed three different brands of tests into the basket and hastily paid for them, all the time with her head down. Nearly identical images of elated expectant mothers dressed in pastels beamed up at her from the test boxes as she read the instructions with shaking hands. She wasn't anything like the average mother. She hated pastels, nearly everything she owned was black, her hair was short for convenience, she carried a gun for god's sake and let's not forget that her job was hunting down sexual deviants, sociopaths and murderers.
Oh God what was she going to do? And how was she going to do it alone? She couldn't even imagine telling him he was going to be a father. Oh Lord and if he was going to be a father that meant she was going to be a mother. There was no way she could face this alone, or tell Elliot yet. There was only one person she could call.
An hour later the buzzer rang and Olivia opened the door to a very pregnant Alexandra Cabot, former DA for the Special Victims Unit. "Omigod, Alex!" Olivia gasped and her hands flew to her mouth at the sight of her old friend.
"Liv what's wrong? You hung up so quickly- "Alex shrugged off her coat and sat down with some degree of difficulty next to Olivia who gave a halfhearted cross between a laugh and a sob. "I – I think I might be pregnant". She crumpled a tissue in her hand as Alex gave a soft "oh" and rubbed her back. "Well there's only one way to find out for sure…Have you done a test?"
"Three, they're in the bathroom but I couldn't bring myself to look"
Alex nodded slowly, "did you want me to?" She got up and came in a moment later; "Liv, Olivia look". She held out three identical sticks and forced them into Olivia's clenched hand. Olivia just shook her head.
"All right, I'm gonna go, call me Liv". The door closed with a soft thud behind her.
Olivia brushed away the tears that still blurred her vision and prevented her from seeing her future on the table in front of her. Then her vision cleared, and her future was clear – very, very, very clear. She gathered up the tests and stared at the two lines, a plus and a digital flashing word that all proclaimed her as pregnant.
Well that gave her a definite answer. Detective Olivia Benson was going to be a mommy for the first time at 42 years old.