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A/N I know I'm long overdue with this chapter but I'm dreadfully sorry, and this chapter makes up for it. I also know I promised just one more chapter but blame Krypteria for being so dang awesome at being so dang epic and intense while being depressing. So just forget what I sad about it being a 3 shot. And a 4 shot. And just pretend I said it was a 5 shot all along AND I already have the last chap half way written so I KNOW it's gonna end there. As always review and enjoy :-)

"Thanks," Elliot muttered before he hung up the phone on Alex. He swallowed hard before he walked slowly back to the room where his daughter and wife were. Elliot looked in the window of the small room, tears flooding his eyes when he saw Olivia holding their daughter in a dark blue Lazy Boy recliner, slowly rocking back and forth as she hummed a soft lullaby to her child. He saw the thin smile shine through her tears as one finger gently stroked the side of the infants silk like cheek.

Elliot closed his eyes as he leaned up against the glass separating him and his family, trying to memorize every single detail of the beautiful sight before him. From the faded light pink paint on the walls to the faint beeping of the machines hooked up to their baby, from the pure unwavering love in Olivia's eyes as she looked down at their daughter to the pink fleece blanket wrapped tightly around the infant. Everything was relevant, nothing was insignificant.

After a long moment Elliot's eyes slowly opened. He took a lengthy deep breath before he gathered up what was left of his courage and walked into the room gently shutting the door behind him. Olivia didn't even flinch as he walked into the room; her steady gentle rocking never breaking pattern as he walked up to her.

"I called Alex," he told her as he sat down beside her in the less comfortable wooden rocking chair. "She'll draw up the papers at the end of the week. You know… give us time to think things over," he told her eyeing her carefully, leaving out the fact that he had begged and pleaded for Alex to do him that one favor.

Her face never changed. Her eyes never parted from their daughter. She gave no notion that she had heard him at all. Elliot took another deep breath before he cleared his throat again and glanced down at the carpet. "Do you… I mean did you think things over?"

"When I get to see my daughter's eyes open," said Olivia still not looking away from her child, "then maybe I'll reconsider but until then or even at all… You hurt me way too much for me to take it back. There was a chance we could have saved her and because you thought I was some worrisome first time mom we didn't get it. If she doesn't come out of this or it turns out she's in pain and I'm prolonging her suffering or she's so severely damaged her life will be better spent on this ventilator I don't even know how I'll be able to look at you at work much less lay in your bed next to you."

"Well then," Elliot choked out as he reached over and gently rubbed her back forcing a smile through her tears, ignoring her cruel words he knew he rightfully deserved. "I guess I'll be calling up Alex before the day is out and telling her to shred the papers."

Olivia paid him no mind as she as she continued to rock steadily back and forth in the chair. Elliot took a long shuddering breath before he reached out towards her. Olivia hesitated for a long while before she gently handed their daughter off to him.

"Hi, Sweetie," he whispered gently as he began his own mild rocking pattern. "It's time for you to wake up so I can apologize to you. Come on, beautiful. Please wake up for Daddy."

As per the previous pleas and requests aimed at the child she ignored it. Elliot swallowed hard as he looked down at their daughter and despite all of the dismay going on around them he managed a teary smile for the first time in hours. "You know I don't think she'll appreciate waking up and knowing her name for the first few hours was 'baby girl Stabler.' Are we still going with Maya Nichole?"

Olivia shook her head and Elliot's brow furrowed. That had been the name Olivia had been head over heels in love with for as long as he could remember. Even before they found out they were having a girl she ordered a custom made blanket with the name 'Maya' sown into the center 'just in case' she had told him when she showed it to him. "Why not?" asked Elliot. "What happened?"

Her only response was another head shake and Elliot's heart sank. "Olivia, why don't you like that name anymore?"

"You don't need to know," she whispered so faintly he could barely hear her. "Just drop it. I don't want Maya anymore, that's all you need to know."

"No that's not all I need to know because I know you love that name. Tell me why you don't want her named that anymore."

Olivia sighed as her eyes shut while she leaned her head against the chair. "Because Maya… Because Maya Nichole Benson doesn't sound nearly as good as Maya Nichole Stabler does."

"Olivia, what are you -." And all at once the reason for her wanting to change the name hit him with the force of a thousand pounds. She didn't want her to have his last name.

Elliot swallowed hard and silently nodded before he handed the baby back to Olivia. He got up from his chair and left the room shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the wall for a long moment, trying his hardest to control his breathing and the tears that threatened to escape. Just as he closed his eyes against the world before him he snapped them back open as Olivia's frantic scream reached his ears.

Elliot sprinted back in the room and his heart nearly stopped when a loud shrill beeping echoed in his ears. "She's not breathing!" Olivia sobbed as Elliot ran up to them. "I- I don't know what happened!" Elliot looked down and noticed that the tiny chest wasn't rising and falling as it had been the last few hours and her skin was already turning a faint shade of blue.

He took the baby gently from Olivia's grasp with minimal protest and laid her back in the crib just as Reynolds as several other doctors ran into the room.

"Come on," Elliot whispered low in his wife's ears as he took a hold of her shoulders. "We need to leave."

"I can't leave her!" Olivia cried as she fought against his hold as he led her away from the confusion around the crib.

"We have to," he told her as he pulled her backwards. "Just for a little while."

Olivia finally let herself be taken out of the room. Once out of the room she rounded on the room and pressed her face tight against the glass with Elliot standing behind her gently rubbing her arms. She may have hated him but there was nothing in this world that would stop him from loving her and being there for her, especially when she needed him now more than anything.

"She'll be fine," he whispered in her ear assuring himself more than her. "She has to be fine…"

When one of the Doctors noticed the frightened parents gazing on, she hurried over and shut the blinds blocking their view from the inside.

When they lost the view of their daughter Olivia let out a desperate crying sob and her knees buckled beneath her. Elliot caught her easily before he pulled her away from the window. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before they closed and she went completely limp.

"We need a doctor!" he shouted as he kneeled down on the floor and held her tight in his embrace. "Olivia," he cried out as he shook her slightly. He felt something wet and warm against him and when he looked down he saw a massive wet blood stain leaking through her gown covering her mid section and by no means did it look like it was stopping anytime soon. "Come on, Liv, wake up. Olivia, don't you dare do this to me too! Olivia!"

Elliot let out a frantic sob and tightened his hold on her and rested his head against hers. "Don't leave me…"

Another team of medical professionals rushed over to her with a stretcher in tow and Elliot very reluctantly released them to her while still clinging tight to her hand.

"She's hemorrhaging, we need to get her into the OR," one of the Doctors announced.

"But she already had the baby!" Elliot protested as they lifted her onto the stretcher. "How the hell can she be hemorrhaging?"

"She has a boggy uterus," the Doctor explained hastily as they began racing her down the halls towards the OR. "It happens sometimes after a woman gives birth and judging by all of the stress her body has been put through, not to mention she's not resting like she should be, it's a miracle it hasn't happened sooner."

Elliot swallowed any more arguments of fights and instead just held her hand tightly as they rolled her towards the OR. When they passed the point where Elliot was no longer allowed to go he simply stood there, his shaking hands covered in his wife's blood.

As if he was in a trance he slowly made his way to the waiting room. He sat down in the chair closest to him before he bowed his head and clasped his hands tightly together. He tried to do what he had been taught to do in an emergency since he was old enough to go to Church. He began to pray but his silent words were empty, hallow, meaningless, like he was saying them merely out of habit or like he was saying them to someone who wasn't there or who didn't care enough to listen…

For the first time since Elliot could remember, he had lost all hope in his religion and his deity. He might lose his wife and daughter on one of the holiest days of the year after he had made it a point to go to Church every Sunday since Olivia told him, with a beaming grin and joyful tears in her eyes, that she was pregnant. His last line of defense had abandoned him after the woman he loved had forsaken him as well.

Elliot Stabler was a man with absolutely nothing…

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