Chapter 1:

6 Weeks Pregnant:

Olivia felt horrible. She was situated on the cold tile floor of her bathroom, hunched over the toilet, and she was throwing up the breakfast that she'd just eaten. After a few more excruciating moments she was finally able to stop her vomiting. She scooted away from the toilet and leaned back against the cool wall. Almost everyone at the precinct was coming down with something. It was October, so Flu season was just starting. She probably just had the flu, it would pass.

She lifted herself slowly off the floor, flushing the toilet and grabbing her toothbrush. She was already twenty minutes late for work, she wouldn't let a little cold keep her from going to work.

Olivia loved her job but she was dreading having to work with Nick, she couldn't even look in his direction without remembering that night.

She'd made love with Nick not just once, oh no, they had several passion filled rounds. They'd started in her living room, Nick had rolled them off of the couch and slipped inside her for the first time right there on the living room floor, then he'd tried to move them into the bedroom- but they hadn't quite made it. Nick had fucked her brains out against the wall in the middle of the hallway. Finally they managed to get into her bedroom, and to her bed. They spent the rest of the night making passionate love. Nick had given her so many orgasms, she had ruined her sheets.

She knew that she should've stopped it, should've said no, but Olivia had lost all of her control as soon as Nick had slipped between her legs. It was embarrassing.

Every time she looked at him she remembered the feeling of his weight on top of her, the feel of his hands running over her body- caressing her everywhere, his lips kissing her all over, his arms holding her tightly as she trembled through orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't talk to him without thinking about how she'd begged him to give it to her, how she had screamed his name as he thrust into her, how she'd moaned for him.

"Nick, God, yes!"

Things had been awkward for the past few weeks. Nick kept trying to approach her, get her to talk to him, but Olivia just couldn't. She'd had amazing sex with her partner, and she wanted so much more. If she talked to Nick about anything other than work, she would snap. Olivia had been attracted to him before, but now it was like she couldn't stay away from him. Sex had only drawn her closer to him.

Olivia spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. She really needed to get to work.

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Olivia sipped her coffee, loosing herself in the information that was pulled up on her computer. She'd only been there for a few hours, but so far it had been a slow day. She sighed and set her cup down, pulling out her phone. This was one day when she actually wanted a case to come in, Nick was sitting across from her, and he hadn't looked away from her once. Nick was a good partner, and Olivia didn't want to ruin a perfectly good partnership because they had made a mistake, so she ignored his staring. Olivia was going to try her best and forget about the night they had shared, she would force herself to move on.

Nick was still technically married to Maria, and getting involved with her partner was never a good idea. Olivia closed her eyes for a second and rubbed her stomach, she'd been nauseous all day.

"Don't worry, I brought lunch," Munch announced as he walked in the squad room, he was carrying a large plastic bag filled with sandwiches from the little cart downstairs. Olivia began to feel queasy just thinking about food.

Munch dropped sandwiches on Amanda, Fin, and Nick's desks, and then he made his way over to her. As soon as he stepped close to her, Olivia's stomach lurched. He dropped a sub on her desk and moved away. Her senses were on overload. The smells from the food wafted towards her, overwhelming her, she gagged violently.

"Liv?" Nick jumped up out of his chair, and moved over to her. "You okay?"

"What's in those?" Olivia questioned, hunching over, taking deep breaths. Nick's hand was on her back, rubbing in soothing little patterns.

"It's what you always get, Liv. BLT with Ham," Munch said quickly, stepping closer and moving the sandwich off her desk.

Olivia nodded her head and covered her face with her hand, standing back upright. The smell was only getting stronger, and she couldn't handle it. Olivia gagged again, and rushed out of the squad room, heading to the ladies bathroom. She could hear Nick's footsteps behind her. She barley managed to make it into the restroom.

She fell into the closest stall and threw up into the toilet. Olivia could hear Nick cursing from outside the door. She really hoped he didn't come in, this was embarrassing enough.

The cursing stopped and Olivia sighed in relief. She threw up again, groaning at the painful sensation. The ladies room door opened, and Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Liv? Amaro sent me in, are you okay?" Amanda asked from outside the stall door, her tone sympathetic.

"I'm-" Olivia was going to say fine, but another wave of sickness crashed over her. She threw up again. She didn't know how she was puking this much, she'd already thrown up breakfast, her stomach was empty.

"I'm fine," Olivia finally got out, and then she was swept up with a series of dry heaves. Olivia moaned at the horrible burning in her throat, but kept her head in position over the toilet.

"Are you sure you don't want medical help, Liv?" Amanda called.

"No, I'll be out in a minute," Olivia said quickly, hoping Amanda would leave. She gripped the toilet as her throat constricted again.

"Okay, if you're not out in ten minutes, Amaro's going to bust in," Amanda said. Then the door opened and closed, and Olivia was finally left alone. She appreciated Nick's concern, but it wasn't the best thing for her co-workers to hear her vomiting. That was beyond humiliating.

Finally she was done. Olivia flushed the toilet, and quickly stood from the bathroom floor. This floor was probably filthy, and she didn't want to rest there for too long. She stepped out of the stall, and over to the sinks. She washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out, trying to get rid of that awful taste. She popped a piece of gum in and fixed her lipstick. Smoothing down her clothes, she took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

Nick was standing right there, waiting for her to come out. "Nick?" Olivia questioned, stepping out of the bathroom.

His eyes snapped towards her, and he stepped into her personal space. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Nick. I'm just a little sick," Olivia snapped, moving to step away from him. She couldn't handle his proximity right now, and he smelled so damn good.

"Liv, I'm sorry, I was just worried," Nick said, grabbing her arm gently.

"I'm your partner, Nick. You don't need to be worried about me," Olivia said, taking her arm back.

"I think we both know that you're a lot more than that," Nick said. Olivia froze. What did he mean by that?

"Liv," Nick began. Olivia couldn't let him finish, she couldn't have this talk.

"No. We have work to do," Olivia murmured, walking away.