Valentine Disaster

Chapter 1: What's In a Name?

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm sorry to say it but I didn't end up getting them for my birthday after all. Dick Wolf, you owe me. LOL not really.

A/N: This is the third in my series. This takes place on Valentines Day 2008, approximately 3 months after "Lady Killer" ended, give or take a week and a half or so. Olivia is just shy of six months pregnant. I hope you all enjoy this and I hope you all review.

A/N: To all of the fans of "Elliot on Trial" I have not forgotten about that story and I whole heartedly intend to finish but I ran into a little bit of writer's block which I hope will lift soon. So I had been thinking about this sequel for some time now and at this point it's pretty seasonal I think. So no fear all of you true believers I will return to "Elliot on Trial" within the week hopefully.

A/N: This first chapter is dedicated to everyone who read and reviewed "Trust Me" and "Lady Killer"

Elliot and Fin walked into the squad room. Elliot went over to Olivia and gave her a quick hug "I missed you," he whispered as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He had only been gone a half hour but he and Fin had been to a crime scene where a pregnant woman had been raped and murdered. When he had been standing there, staring at the mutilated body, he found himself thinking of Olivia and he had instantly felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't even begin to explain the relief he had felt when he had walked through the doors of the squad room and seen her sitting at her desk, her chair pushed back to comfortably accommodate her ever growing stomach.

"You were only gone a little while," she informed him as she placed his hand over her stomach. "He's been a little gymnast today," she smiled. Olivia missed being able to go out on the streets with Elliot but she wanted nothing more than to bring a healthy baby into the world.

Elliot looked around to make sure no one was watching them too closely before he knelt beside his wife and whispered to her stomach "Hello in there little guy. Have you been giving your mother a hard time today?"

Olivia placed her hand under Elliot's chin and lifted it so he was looking up at her "I think he's settling down," she whispered. Secretly, Olivia believed that the baby was more relaxed when he knew his father was around, she knew she was.

"We still on for tonight?" he asked as he got off the floor and went to sit at his desk.

"I don't know why you want to take me out tonight," Olivia said, turning her gaze almost immediately to her paperwork.

"Because it's Valentines Day and I love you," Elliot told her the same thing that he had been telling her for the last week.

"I don't have anything to wear," Olivia said softly.

"You always look beautiful," Elliot countered.

"You're so corny," Olivia groaned but couldn't help smiling at the compliment. She shrugged her shoulders finally "All right, it's a date."

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Olivia adjusted herself in the booth of the small café and smiled at Elliot "How do you know exactly what to do to make me feel special?" she asked.

"I know you," he answered simply.

Even though the café was small it was bustling with activity. The booth behind where Olivia was sitting had a group of teenagers, possibly on a double date. The booth behind Elliot's seat had a couple and their two young children. In spite of the number of people in the café, it wasn't noisy, in fact, it was quite pleasant.

"You know," Olivia said, patting her swollen abdomen "We still haven't thought of a name for this little guy."

"We've still got lots of time," Elliot told her. It was true. Olivia was just barely six months along. That didn't mean that Elliot hadn't been thinking about names.

Olivia had been thinking about it too "What do you think of Noah for a name?" she asked suddenly.

"Noah?" Elliot thought about it for a second "I like it," he smiled. "Got any ideas for middle names?" he asked.

"I think you should pick the middle name," Olivia told him.

"What if I pick the wrong one?" he asked nervously.

Olivia laughed "Don't worry so much."

"Names are important," he told her "What if I pick something that's totally wrong for him? What if I pick something that he gets made fun of for the rest of his life for?"

"Why is this such a big deal to you?" she asked.

He looked down "No reason," he mumbled.

It suddenly occurred to Olivia "Oh, Elliot Edwin Stabler," she grinned when his jaw dropped "I promise, our child will not be so unfortunate," she broke into laughter.

"Don't say that to loud," he whispered, referring to his middle name. He grinned suddenly "Well, Olivia Charlotte Benson…"

"Shut up," Olivia nearly hissed.

It was Elliot's turn to laugh "You started the middle name game my dear," he held up his hands "I'm innocent, I swear." They both laughed.

Olivia finally spoke again "Just make sure not to pick a name that starts with an N or is exceedingly long and… well," she wrinkled her nose "Just eww."

"I'm nervous," he told her.

Olivia started laughing again "Did you have any ideas for names?"

"A couple," Elliot admitted.

"What were they?" she asked gently.

Elliot took a deep breath "Alexander or Daniel," he said and waited for Olivia to laugh at his suggestions.

"Oh," Olivia smiled "Those are good. They make Noah look like crap."

"Little ears," Elliot whispered, pointing first to her belly and then to the booth behind him where the little girl was peering at them from over the top of the seat.

"Oh," Olivia said softly "Oops." She hid her head momentarily as the little girl who had been watching them could be heard asking her parents about the new word. Olivia suddenly dreaded the day she would have to explain about swear words to her child. Based on how she and Elliot talked on a regular bases, that day would probably be the day that he was born.

"What about Miles or Benjamin?" Elliot suggested, having found a new confidence in his own ideas.

"I like Miles," Olivia nodded. This name thing was gonna be harder than she thought "But under no circumstances will I name my son Benjamin or any form of the name."

"Oh come on," Elliot nudged her foot gently with his under the table. He knew she would never go for it but he enjoyed teasing her about it.

Olivia couldn't help smiling "No, and stop asking."

"Okay," Elliot agreed, knowing that he would raise the Benjamin issue later. "What about Rex?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow. She tried to be understanding of Elliot's name choice but still… "You do know it's a baby and not a puppy right?" she asked.

"What?" Elliot grinned "It's short, it's simple, it's a strong name."

"I'll make you a deal," Olivia told him "If when he's born, he in any way resembles a pit bull, then we'll consider naming him Rex."

"Fair enough," Elliot conceded but he wasn't through yet "Marshall is a nice name," he smirked.

"Are you taking this seriously?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," Elliot responded but he was still smirking "I just happen to have my heart set on Benjamin."

"I'm sorry," Olivia said, trying to keep a straight face "But there is no way that I am going to name my child Benjamin."

"I'm not gonna give up on this," Elliot grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Oh I think you will," Olivia again tried to keep a straight face "Because if you name our child Benjamin, I will never sleep with you again."

"Liv," Elliot whispered, pointing over his shoulder to where the little girl was once again sneaking a peak at them over the back of the seat. The child disappeared and this time didn't ask her parents anything. As soon as Elliot thought it was safe to continue the conversation he said "Besides, you could never keep that promise."

"Do you want to find out?" Olivia asked, crossing her arms in front of her on the table.

"Not really," Elliot told her honestly "But I have a funny feeling that you don't either."

The two of them simply sat staring at each other from across the table. Olivia, attempting to maintain a façade of total resolve and Elliot, looking cocky as ever, knowing that the second they left the café, she would be all over him. Olivia finally broke eye contact with him "I'm not naming my son Benjamin," she murmured and Elliot knew he had one nonetheless.

Elliot took a deep breath. He was enjoying this game "Bart?" he suggested.

Olivia shook her head "Simpson," she countered disapprovingly.

"Felix?" Elliot was just doing this to make her laugh at this point.

"The cat," she chuckled "No way."

"Julian?" Elliot suggested next.

"No," Olivia told him, propping her chin in her hand.

"Dexter?"

Olivia wrinkled her nose "Oh please no?"

"Sheldon?"

"Why are you being so cruel to our child?" Olivia asked with a groan.

"I'm just thinking of names," Elliot said innocently. He grinned devilishly "Elmer?"

"No!" Olivia nearly shot out of her seat. She looked at Elliot and began laughing, catching on to his game "I think we should name him Edwin Spencer."

"Oh Lord," Elliot sank forward in the booth "Touché. I give in. Let's name him something normal and stop trying to kill each other with dumb suggestions."

"You made most of the 'dumb suggestions'," Olivia reminded him.

"Okay, okay," Elliot held his hands up in defense "I promise to take this seriously."

"Good," Olivia smiled "Now do you have any serious suggestions?" she asked.

"I was serious about Alexander and Daniel," he told her, trying to look forlorn but failing at it miserably.

"I think those are good," she smiled.

"We still have a lot of time to think about this," Elliot reminded her once again.

"I know," Olivia reassured him "I just want him to…" she looked down "I don't know, it's kind of strange but I want him to feel like he belongs even before he gets here," she looked up for a second but didn't make eye contact with Elliot before her gaze returned to the table top "I know, it's silly."

"It's not silly at all," Elliot said softly as he reached his hand across the table, careful of the long forgotten dishes, and placed it over hers "We can think about this more tonight. I promise."

Olivia smiled "Thanks El."

Neither of them noticed the three men in long coats that entered the café then. Neither of them heard it when one of them whispered in the ear of the girl behind the cash register. No one seemed to notice when the girl went pale as a sheet. But everyone heard and saw when the tallest of the three men pulled out a gun and told everyone to line up against the wall.