Hope you like this one!! It's a little dramatic.. but tell me if you liked it!! Thanks Nettie for your help with this story!!


It had been an entire month since Olivia departed and it felt so much longer to Elliot. Sleeping without her by his side was the worst thing ever, harder than the day he saw her off and that had broken his heart.

He sat in the squad room waiting for her call from LA…he was always waiting for that. To prevent him from going crazy while he waited he poured his efforts into the kidnapping. This case was killing Paul and himself.

Every time Elliot entered the squad room, Paul was there, searching for something, anything. Middle of the night or crack of dawn, Paul was searching. They had to admit they couldn't find the little girl, Tracey.

Whenever Elliot's cell rang he prayed it was Olivia, but unfortunately it was always Cragen or Paul calling him about the case. He couldn't help but think about Olivia and what they had agreed to the night before she left.

"Hey El," Paul called from his desk. He had noticed Elliot was a little out of sorts lately and he wanted to know why…although he knew it was related to Olivia.

Elliot walked over to him. "What is it, Paul?" he asked, he was tired, it was time to leave and he just wanted to sleep.

"You've been kind of weird lately…is there something wrong?" Paul asked, concern in his voice. Paul considered Olivia to be his best friend and he took it as his job to take care of Elliot.

"I miss her," Elliot whispered with a sigh. A small, sweet grin appeared on his face. "Actually, I asked her if she wanted to have a baby."

"Really?" Paul stood up and hugged him. "That's great!"

Paul was excited, they were going to have a baby and that meant Olivia would be very happy. So, if Olivia was happy Paul was as well.

As the weeks passed, something was nagging at Paul. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong with Olivia. He didn't tell Elliot because he didn't want him to worry, but the feeling just wouldn't go away.

Paul sat at his desk, alone in the squad room at nearly 1:00 am. He was searching through the case file yet again. The door opened behind him but he didn't turn around as he thought it was probably Cragen.

"You're not going to give me a hug?" asked the sweetest voice he had heard.

He jumped out of his chair when he saw Olivia standing there. She was just as beautiful as he remembered but there was a different expression on her face. He wrapped his arms around her and gave hug ever.

"I've missed you, baby," he whispered into her ear before breaking apart.

"I've missed you too," she answered with a smile which soon disappeared. He knew something was wrong with her, he'd know it for weeks. When he saw her tears he hugged her again, wondering what on earth had gone on.

"Sit there," he said, pointing to another chair. "I'll make you a coffee."

A few minutes later he sat down in front of her and handed over the coffee. He was desperate to ask but decided to try a different subject.

Olivia sat and tried to avoid eye contact with him. She looked everywhere around the room except at him. He wanted to know but he didn't want to upset her more.

"So, how have you been these last two months?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know how to tell you this," she answered as the tears started to fall again. She dropped her head into her hands and sobbed quietly.

"For God's sake, you're scaring me, sweetie," Paul said as he moved to hug her and calm her down. "You can tell me, Liv," he soothed before repeating it over and over again.

"I'm so embarrassed, you can't imagine…." Olivia's voice trailed.

An idea crossed Paul's mind and even though he thought it was stupid he asked her anyway.

"Did you sleep with another man?" She jumped at his question. How was he capable of thinking like that?

"No!" she yelled.

"So, tell me, Liv," Paul said, knowing Elliot would die if he found out how upset she was right now.

"Ok, before going to LA, Elliot asked me if I wanted to have kids…with him," she paused to calm herself down. "God, I don't know how I'm going to tell him this." She sobbed again.

"Tell me, Liv!!!" Paul shouted worried. Suddenly he understood what she was trying to say. "Oh my God - no!" He hugged her tightly and didn't want to let her go.

When Paul had finally let her go, and her sobs had subsided, Olivia spoke.

"I had a miscarriage," she said quietly, finally saying the words aloud. She folded her arms on the desk and rested her head. How could all your dreams die in a second? She had found out one Tuesday morning, a month into her time in LA. She had planned to call him that night and surprise him but tragedy struck and by then she wasn't pregnant anymore.

Half an hour later, Paul walked her down to his car. Before he reached the next block she was asleep; grief, time of night and travel all talking their toll. Paul drove to Elliot's apartment wondering how he'd respond to her news.

Once they had arrived, Paul woke her.

"Hey Liv, we're there," he said quietly.

She looked out and saw where they were, sadness filled her face again. She didn't want to tell Elliot this, she didn't want to do it on her first night back. She made a promise to Paul that she would tell him but only when she was ready.

Alone she walked to the door and waited before knocking. When she did it took Elliot a while to open it.

"Yeah?" he grumbled as he pulled it back. "Liv!" he yelled, excited to see her. "I've missed you more than you could imagine." He hugged her tightly and held on as long as he could.

"Missed you too," Olivia mumbled in return.