A/N: Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews! This is a bit confusing now, so keep up! I got this idea from the show "Life Unexpected". It's awesome, you should check it out on youtube or whatever.
The detectives, as well as Cragen, were silent. Cragen was staring at his two of his best detectives, two people he considered his children.
"Detectives?" he croaked, searching their eyes for an answer.
Olivia's face was ghastly pale as she sank into her seat, "That's impossible," she whispered, "I've never been pregnant."
"Plus, we've never…" Elliot interrupted, gesturing between the two of them.
Melinda shrugged, "Like I said, I ran the test six times, and each time it came up the same."
Olivia looked at Melinda pleadingly, "You have to believe us. We've never―"
"I believe you," interjected Melinda, "I thought this over, and the only other way that this could have happened would be in vitro."
"In vitro?" Olivia repeated, "I've never done that in my life!"
"And I'm not a sperm donor," added Elliot.
It was quiet, suddenly John snapped his fingers. "How old is Shae?"
"She's eight." Elliot muttered, his mind in a fog.
Fin caught on to what John was thinking, "Were you guys both in the hospital at the same time eight years ago?"
"What's that? 2000, 2001?" asked Olivia, she began to wrack her memory and suddenly she remembered something, "The Pendleton trial!" She said.
Elliot nodded in remembrance, "We were both shot by the perp's brother in the court room. We had to get surgery."
"Do you think the doctors there…?" Olivia trailed off. She was already creeped out at the thought of somebody taking part of her without her knowing, saying it aloud didn't make it any better.
"That's sounds like it makes the most sense." Melinda replied and placed the envelope on Olivia's desk. She said good-bye to the detectives and left.
Fin, John, and Cragen, stared at Olivia and Elliot, who were staring at each other. Olivia stood up suddenly.
"I'm going to get some air," she said, and hurried to the roof. Elliot followed her not too far behind.
Olivia was in shock. She had a daughter? She'd always wanted a child of course, but this was just unreal.
Elliot found her sitting on the concrete ground, her back to the ledge of the building. He quietly sat down next to her. They stayed like that for five minutes.
"This isn't happening," Olivia mumbled in a voice just above a whisper, "What are we going to do?"
Elliot shrugged and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Elliot, we have a daughter." Olivia said. The words felt weird and foreign upon her tounge, "We have a daughter." It was quiet for a couple more minutes.
"When I first saw her at the hospital," Elliot started softly, "I couldn't get over how much she looked like you."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Elliot nodded, "Her hair, her nose," he looked at Olivia, "Her eyes."
Olivia blushed a little under her partner's gaze, "Where do go from here?" she wondered aloud.
Elliot licked his lips, "We have to figure out living arrangements for Shae, where's she's going to school, we'll probably have to get new work schedules―"
Olivia stood up and began to pace, "I can't do this!" she exclaimed, running a hand through her hair, "I'm not capable of taking care of a child!"
Elliot stood up and walked over to Olivia, taking her hands in his, "Hey," he said softly, getting her attention, "You can do this. We can do this, together."
Olivia nodded, her eyes wet with unshed tears. Without warning, she reached over and hugged Elliot, surprising him. He squeezed her, rubbing her back. They rarely had such intimate moments, but when they did, Elliot savored them.
"We'll be okay," he whispered into her ear.
Olivia and Elliot came back to the squadroom after a few minutes on the roof.
"Okay," said Elliot, immediately getting into action, "We need to find out the names of the doctors in the OR the day we were brought in."
Olivia added, "And we need to figure out who the doctors gave my eggs to."
"You're both crazy if you think you're staying on this case," scoffed Cragen, folding his arms across his chest.
Elliot began to protest, "Sir, we―" but he was cut off.
"You are both way more involved then I would like you to be at the moment."
"Please, Captain," pleaded Olivia, "Just see how it goes for a little while and then you can make a final decision."
Cragen wanted to stick to his word, but then he looked into Olivia's eyes and he melted. Her big, Bambi like eyes were imploring and raging with the anger he was used to seeing in the mothers of victims.
With reluctance he sighed and gave in, "Fine, but try to keep it professional."
"Will do," responded Elliot while pulling on his coat and grabbing a file.
"Where are we going?" asked Olivia when he handed her, her jacket.
"Bellvue, we're going to find Shae's surrogate parents."
Olivia and Elliot arrived at Bellvue and flashed their badges to the women at the front desk.
Elliot said, "We need a copy of the birth certificate of a baby born on May third in 2001."
"I don't have the authority to give that to you," the secretary shrugged apologetically, "Sorry."
Olivia leaned on the counter, "You don't understand, it's for a case―"
"Excuse me, can I help you?"
The detectives turned around to see an elderly Caucasian man. He was good looking for his old age with grey hair that must have once been blonde. His eyes, though, there was something unsettling about them.
"I'm Detective Stabler, this is my partner Detective Benson."
The man stuck out his hand, "Jeff Walker, I'm the Chief of Surgery. Can I help you with anything?"
"We were wondering if we could have a copy of a birth certificate," Olivia answered, "We need it for a case."
Jeff suddenly looked very uncomfortable, which don't go past the detectives, "I'm sorry, that won't be possible. Patient confidentiality."
"We're trying to find a little girl's parents," Elliot argued.
Jeff waved his hand, "I'm sorry. Excuse me, I have patients to see." He walked down the hallway at a fast pace.
"Why do I have the feeling he's hiding something?" Olivia asked as they left the hospital.
Elliot answered, "Because he probably is."
They walked to the sedan in the parking lot and got in, Elliot in the driver's seat. They began the ride back to the precinct.
"When should we tell Shae?" Olivia asked randomly in a quiet voice, "She's been through so much already…"
"She's going to be discharged soon, and I don't want her to go to a group home." Elliot sighed and stopped at a red light, "This is too much for her to absorb in one day."
"Let's just take her to the precinct," Olivia suggested, "She can stay in the cribs while we try to track down her 'parents'. We can tell her later."
Olivia felt Elliot's hand take hers and squeeze it comfortingly, "It's going to be okay, you know," he said softly.
Olivia nodded, "I know."
Review! Random, but yesterday I had waffles at like 9:00 PM. My dad walks into the house from work and he's staring at my sisters and my mom like we're utter and complete freaks. They were William Sonoma! And they were gooooood!
-serenityrayne417