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Olivia Benson found herself kneeling front of the toilet. It was only 5:18am and it was the third morning in a row at this time that she had found herself praying to the porcelain God. She hadn't been this sick since she was in college but they were mainly hangovers. Mornings after parties, which she normally could not remember.

The nausea abated for a moment and Olivia groaned, resting her head on her arm, which was leaning on the back of the toilet seat. She was too sick to think about how just hygienic it was. She had to be at work in just over an hour and a half but she was still feeling as sick as a dog.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' She thought to herself, closing her eyes, feeling another wave of nausea making itself known.

Once the dizziness she got from running to the bathroom so fast subsided she slowly got up and walked back to the bedroom. Elliot had stayed the night in the crib because he had stayed late to work on a current case. Olivia felt horrible she barely made it to the bed. She collapsed and fell asleep almost instantly. The next time she woke up it was 10:27AM and she made another mad dash to the bathroom. When she finally finished worshiping the porcelain god she got dressed and decided she better head to work before Elliot showed up at the house. She showed up at work sat down and started working on the DD5 that was on her desk, soon after she started on the paper work she heard her captain's booming voice ring through the squad room.

"Benson, my office NOW!" Donald Cragen boomed.

Olivia felt her stomach turn as she stood up too fast and walked into her captain's office.

"Olivia, you're late," Cragen commented.

"Yeah I just slept in," Olivia fibbed while her stomach churned.

"Don't let it happen again... Dismissed," Cragen replied and right as Olivia was about to open the door she felt another wave of nausea rush through her veins she pulled the door open and ran to the bathroom while everyone in the squad room watched.

Elliot looked up from his paperwork concerned. He was very worried about his girlfriend/partner. He knew that she was sick but every time he mentioned it or just how pale she was, she would dodge the question or just murmur that she was fine and to stop worrying.

The blue eyed man got up with a sigh and headed in to the direction of the restrooms. Upon arriving at the women's restroom, he could hear her being sick through the door.

Another detective with blonde hair and blue eyes walked out. He didn't know her first name, he only knew her as Detective Freeman.

"Is Detective Benson in there?"

"Yes and she is puking her guts out. Take her home for heaven sakes," she said, rudely.

Elliot clenched his fist and held in his anger. "Is anyone else in there?"

"No," she replied and walked away.

Elliot nodded and lightly tapped on the door as he walked in. "Olivia? Baby?"

"Go the hell away, Elliot!" Olivia groaned.

"I'm not leaving, Livvy," Elliot soothed as he held her hair away from her face

"Please, Elliot, just leave," Olivia pleaded.

"Liv, I'm not going," Elliot replied.

"FINE!" Olivia spat.

After Olivia was done with another praying session with the porcelain God, Elliot took his girlfriend home, put her into bed and tried to figure out the possibilities of his girlfriend's ailment. He fell asleep thinking of all those possibilities.

Olivia woke up sometime after 6pm. She got up and went to find her lover.

"Elliot?" Olivia called as she walked out of her room. she was about to call out to him again when she saw him curled up on the couch hugging one of her teddy bears that she lays with on the couch. She moved over next to him and laid down next to him, causing him to stir but then fall back asleep. Olivia slightly laughed and then fell asleep again. Both Elliot and Olivia woke the next morning.

"Wow! I think that's the longest I have ever slept," Elliot laughed.

"What are you talking about? I slept longer," Olivia replied also laughing but then had to run to the bathroom once more.

She felt like she was having a religious session everyday now... With a toilet.

Elliot sighed and headed in to the bathroom. Cautiously this time. He was totally expecting another outburst from his lover.

"Livvy," he whispered as he grabbed a towel off the rack.

Olivia just groaned and threw up again.

The first grade detective felt sorry for his partner as he wet the towel. "I'm just going to wipe your neck and face, baby," he informed Olivia, so he didn't accidentally startle her.

The brunette just nodded and tossed her cookies yet again.

Once the nausea abated she leaned in to her lover, who was sitting behind her, and buried her head in to his chest.

He brushed back her silky, long, caramel brown locks and kissed the top of her head. "Baby? Can I ask you a question?"

Olivia nodded in to his chest with a soft moan.

"C-could you be…pregnant, Livvy? I've been seeing the signs, baby. The nausea, which could be morning sickness; the cravings…" He said softly.

"NO!" Olivia snapped

"Olivia? Baby, what's wrong?" Elliot asked startled by the sudden out bust

"I said no. I am just going to take a pregnancy test, its going to be negative and then once again I will be disappointed," Olivia spat.

"Olivia, I was just asking. Please calm down, baby," Elliot said soothingly.

"I know. I'm sorry, El," Olivia cried silently into his chest.

"Ok well, I know you said no but I think you are, baby, I mean you just added to the list, mood swings," Elliot chuckled.

"But I don't even have cravings," Olivia commented.

"Oh yeah?" Elliot asked and Olivia nodded her head that was still against his chest

"Really? I beg to differ. I remember yesterday for breakfast you asked for toast with mustard on it and bacon with Italian dressing," Elliot refreshed her memory.

"What? It sounded good and tasted even better," Olivia defended herself.

Elliot just chuckled shook his head and hugged his girlfriend.

"Do you think I could be pregnant?" Olivia asked more seriously now.

Elliot kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back with a grin on his face, causing Olivia to smile back. "Yeah, baby, I do. I think we are going to have a baby. Stuff the home pregnancy tests, we'll go straight to the doctor because I really think there is a baby in here," he whispered, rubbing her still flat belly, "our baby. A baby Benson."

Olivia smiled and snuggled further in to her lover's chest and put her hand over his on her belly. "Baby Stabler," she whispered back with certainty. "With all this throwing up, I had better be pregnant. I haven't thrown up this much since college."

Elliot laughed and kissed her on the lips. "Well I'd say expect it for at least a couple more months, baby… but I will be here every time, ok?"

Olivia sighed. "Please not every single time. I don't need you going all mother hen on me, El. I can take care of myself….Have been for most of my life," she snapped.

Yep, mood swings. They were definitely there and clear as day.