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I may add some scenes from the episode from time to time – or I may stretch a moment/scene a bit. Some things may not be accurate or true. Basically it'll be my own version of how it should've happened.

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Chapter 2

At the station, the rest of the squad was busy staring at the monitors or riffling through their files. Munch some how became the brains of the machine became. He was typing away when Elliot and Olivia came walking in. The mood had suddenly changed when they entered. Munch looked up at the two of them and was about to make a witty comment when he saw the body language that Olivia was giving off and thought better of it and went back to his work.

Walking to her desk, she noticed a woman sitting there. Taking a moment to compose herself she spoke quietly to the frail woman.

"Hi, I'm Detective Olivia Benson. Can I help you with anything?"

"Uh…yes. They said you were handling my case." The woman replied.

"You're embryos were stolen." The woman nodded.

"Have you made any progress?" The woman asked as she watched Olivia take a seat and grab a pad and pencil.

"We're working on it. Can I get your name please?"

"Eva Sinsol. I need you to know how important it is for you to find them."

"I do Mrs. Sinsol."

"No…I'm not married…or dating for that matter" Eva looked away.

"Ok. So the father isn't in the picture?" Olivia asked gently.

"No…I…uh…my eggs were fertilized and I picked out the sperm donor."

At this, Olivia stopped writing and looked up at Eva.

"Not exactly how I pictured it growing up…but I ran out of time," said Eva dryly.

"Excuse me for prying but you're so young…" Olivia stopped at the smirk she got from Eva.

"This is what happens when you put it off for so long. Your career becomes your life…and pretty soon you realize you don't have anymore time to have the one thing you do want…" Eva gave Olivia a sad smile….

Catching up to Olivia, Elliot noticed she had her phone out.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at him as if he had lost his mind, Olivia simply replied, "I'm calling child services." Olivia kept on walking. Elliot reached out and stopped her from going any further.

"Parents have to make hard choices. Now, this last pregnancy, Kathy was over forty, makes it for a much higher risk… Things like Down Syndrome-"

"And you know what, Eli turned out perfect so spare me the perils of women over forty having babies." And with that Liv turned and headed back to the car. Shit. Thought Elliot. He knew that the one thing in the world that Olivia had ever wanted was a baby. Walking back to the car he got in quietly regretting what he had said. He glanced over and saw her staring out the window.

"You know, you'd make a great mom…"

"Oh, my god, I'm not having this conversation right now," replied an irritated Olivia. She didn't want to discuss this topic anymore. Especially with him. She was fed up with him trying to convincer her of what wasn't true.

"You're great with kids," he tried again.

Taking a deep breath Olivia just wanted him to drop it. "Yeah…I know," she said quietly and kept her eyes straight ahead. She wasn't going to discuss it with him anymore.

Looking at her and contemplating whether or not he should keep going, he turned his attention on starting the car. He wanted to try one more time – this time with a different approach.

"Look, maybe you should start thinking about having kids, and anyway you want to do it, I'll support you…"Elliot said as he rested his arm on the armrest. Come on Liv…don't shut me out…

Olivia finally had enough and finally turned to her partner.

"Elliot, do me a favour."

"Yeah?" Name it…anything…

"Shut up and drive." And with that, she stared back out the window. Alright then…that went well…Elliot thought. Giving up, he turned and started the car. This is going to be a long ride back…

Walking into the small diner, Olivia made her way to the back of the restaurant. Sliding into the booth, she smiled at her guest.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late." Waiting for the waitress to take her order, Olivia turned back to the young woman.

"So…how are things? You ok?"

The young woman just shrugged. "I could ask you the same thing," then sliding over a new paper pointed to the headline. Sighing, Olivia closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"And don't think about lying to me."

"Alright, alright…I've had better days."

"Yeah, I've noticed. So…how are you handling it?" The young woman said as she took a sip of her milkshake. Olivia thought for a moment. How am I handling it?

"I don't know…how am I supposed to deal with this?" Olivia toyed with her napkin.

"Liv…you can't believe what that woman said. She has no idea the kind of mom you are…"

"That's the point. I never was one…and I never will be...," Olivia said softly and looked out the window. She tried to hold back the tears but they fell anyways. She doubted she'd get to watch a child of her own grow up or watch them graduate. And it hurt her so much.

Reaching out, the young woman placed her hand over Olivia's.

"To me you are. And you always will be…"