Later that night Elliot and Olivia walked out of the interrogation room and down the hall into the squad room. Olivia dropped the file onto the desk and ran her hands through her hair. After tracking down some leads from the case that they caught earlier in the day, they stood in a dimly lit squad room.

"Eight o'clock," Elliot said looking up to Olivia. "I think we need to just call it a day. We can head over to Hanover Day in the morning and talk to her colleagues."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Olivia said grabbing her jacket off of the back of her chair.

"You hungry?" Elliot asked putting his own jacket on.

"When was the last time Kathy saw your face before eleven at night?" Olivia asked.

"Even so," he said with a light smile. "Come on, I'm buying."

"Some other night," Olivia said glancing down at her phone. "David just sent me a text message." She took a moment to read the message before looking back up at Elliot. "He wants to come to my apartment tonight and talk to me."

"About?" Elliot asked.

"I don't know," Olivia said as she shook her head. "But whatever it is, he said that it is important. This can't be good," she added as she put her sleeves through her jacket and grabbed her bag out of the bottom drawer of her desk.

"Liv," Elliot said as she was about to turn to leave. He nodded slightly.

"I know. I'll call ya," she said with a light smile. "Night." Olivia walked out of the squad room and down the hall toward the elevators.

An hour later Olivia pulled on her navy blue, NYPD sweatpants and white zip up sweatshirt which fit close to her figure. She turned off the light of her bedroom before she walked down the hall and toward the front door where the sound of knocking filled the apartment. She unlocked the door and opened it to David standing in the hallway. "Hey" she said softly with a light smile.

"Hi," he said in return as Olivia opened the door wider so that he could come into her apartment. "Sorry for the text message but I was in a meeting so I couldn't really call. In fact, I think that it might have taken me ten minutes just to send that text message." Olivia laughed lightly as she closed her apartment door.

"Don't send too many text messages do you?" she said as she walked toward the couch. David shook his head as he followed her toward the center of the room.

"Speaking of the meeting," he said changing his tone. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Okay," Olivia said raising her brow in confusion.

"After our meeting my boss who is the president of communications for the company offered me a promotion," he began slowly.

"That's great," Olivia said with a soft smile. David glanced to his right quickly before back to Olivia. "You don't seem too excited."

"It's for the President of Communications and Marketing position in our Philadelphia branch," he said plainly. Olivia felt her stomach lurch a little as her eyes widened slightly. She glanced down at the floor before looking back to David. She took a moment and looked into his eyes as he looked at her. Suddenly she opened her mouth faintly in shock.

"You took the job," she said softly. David stood in silence, shifting his weight nervously between his feet. "You're kidding me right now? Everything you said a month ago. It's just out the window."

"Olivia, let me explain," David said taking a step toward her.

"Explain?" Olivia said with a sarcastic laugh. "David, I understand why you don't want to be with me. I really do. But this isn't about us anymore."

"I know," he said almost apologetically.

"Really? Because I don't think you do," she said forcefully walking past him.

"Olivia, I just have to get everything together and think about it all. Everything is happening so fast I can't even make a decision anymore," he said turning to face her. She was now in front of her apartment door.

"Well it sounds to me that you have already made your decision," she said as she opened the apartment door. "Get out of my apartment."

"Olivia," David pleaded.

"David. Leave. Now," she said forcefully. David sighed before walking toward the door. He looked down at Olivia who simply stared forward as he walked past her and out of the apartment. Olivia closed the door behind him before leaning her back against the door. She wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek before standing straight and walking quickly toward her coffee table and grabbing her keys, wallet and cell phone and leaving the apartment. She flagged down a cab in front of her building and after telling the driver where she was going, opened her phone and dialed Elliot's number. Be outside your house in thirty. She sent the text message to Elliot before leaning back against the seat and wiping the multiple tears that lay on her cheeks.

Olivia stood outside on Elliot's porch thirty minutes later. She sent him a text message so not wake Kathy and Eli. Moments after the message was sent the front door clicked and opened. "I am so sorry," Olivia said softly to Elliot who was standing in the doorway.

"It's fine," Elliot said sympathetically, noticing that Olivia was upset about something. "It's freezing, come on in," he added opening the door.

"No, I don't want to wake Kathy and Eli," Olivia said softly. "I just need your help really quick."

"Liv," Elliot said softly. "Get in here." Olivia smiled softly as she stepped into the house and walked past Elliot who closed the door behind her. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchen," he said motioning to the hallway. Olivia walked slowly through the rather dark house and eventually pulled herself up into a tall kitchen chair which sat in front of the island in the center of the kitchen. Elliot flipped the light on and leaned forward on the island across from Olivia.

"Elliot, I didn't mean to come over this late. I am so sorry," she said apologetically.

"Liv," Elliot said with a smirk. "Shut up," he added sarcastically. Olivia laughed lightly before glancing down at her hands that rested on the countertop in front of her. "Something major happened with David?" Olivia nodded lightly before looking back up to Elliot.

"He got a promotion at work to manage the branch in Philadelphia for his company," she said calmly. "And he took the job."

"Without a second thought," Elliot suggested. Olivia nodded again.

"I mean I know that he knows the seriousness of the situation that we are in but I don't think that it has hit him yet you know?" Olivia said. "I mean I guess it hasn't hit me yet either but I know that this baby is coming whether I or David are ready."

"Is he one hundred percent taking the job?" Elliot asked.

"I don't know. It all just happened so fast. I didn't know what to do so I told him to leave and now I am here," Olivia said. She massaged the back of her neck with her hands as Elliot walked around the island. "How did this happen?" she added softly. "I finally get the one thing that I have wanted for as long as I can remember and I am sitting in your house at twelve at night and I'm miserable." Elliot stood beside her and rubbed her upper back in comfort as she wiped the small tear that rolled down her cheek.

Two days later, Elliot walked into the building in lower Manhattan where HTG Marketing Management offices were held. He walked up to the front desk where a secretary was typing on a computer. "Hi, I am looking for David Miller," Elliot said with a light smile.

"Okay," the older woman said, turning in her chair to face Elliot. "Do you have an appointment scheduled with him today?"

"Acutally, I need to ask him a few questions," Elliot said holding up his badge.

"Certainly," she replied. He is down the hall, third door on your left. "I will let him know you are on your way."

"Not necessary. I think I would rather surprise him," Elliot said walking away from the desk and down the hall. He knocked on the office door of David Miller before opening it to find David sitting behind his desk.

"Elliot," David said looking up, surprised and confused as he stood up. "What can I do for you?" he asked extending his hand. Elliot took a few steps forward, but never reached out to take David's hand in his.

"This isn't your usual business chat," Elliot said. "This is about what you are doing to Olivia."

"Elliot, I know how close you and Olivia are, and I respect that you want to help her, but this is between us," David said sitting back down in his chair.

"Look pal. Olivia came to me about her pregnancy before she came to you. She came to me when you told her that you are taking the job in Philadelphia. She obviously is having a little difficulty dealing with your self centeredness," Elliot said forcefully.

"Self centeredness?" Daivd asked almost sarcastically.

"You don't have to be in love with Olivia. Hell, you don't even have to want to be with her. But she is carrying your child man. In six months she is going to have this baby. This baby is your baby," Elliot said.

"I know all of this," David said. "I do have a son you know?"

"And I have two, along with three daughters. I can't imagine knowing that I had a child out there and wasn't a part of their life. Tyler deserves to grow up knowing who his brother or sister is. This child deserves to have a father. And Olivia deserves your support," Elliot said standing directly in front of David's desk.

"She has it," David said.

"And how's that?" Elliot asked.

"Because I turned down the job in Philadephia," David replied forcefully. Silence filled the office as Daivd glanced down at his desk. "And you're right. She deserves to know that I am in this with her one hundred percent." Elliot nodded lightly.

"Does she know that you turned down the job?" David shook his head.

"After what happened the other night at her apartment I don't think she really wants to hear from me right now."

"It never hurts to try," Elliot said before turning and walking out of the office. David leaned back in his chair as the door to his office clicked closed.

Thirty minutes later Elliot walked into the squad room to find Olivia sitting at her desk working on some paperwork. She turned in her chair as Elliot walked over to his locker to get his messages. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked as he walked toward her.

"What?" Elliot asked, slightly confused.

"David just called. He said that you came to talk him into staying here," Olivia said standing up slowly.

"I didn't talk him into anything," Elliot said walking around to his desk.

"Why did you talk to him?" Olivia asked. Elliot took off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair.

"Because I thought it would help him realize what he is doing to you," he replied walking toward her slowly.

"Of course he realizes that he is doing it," Olivia said. "Or else he never would have come to my apartment. He shouldn't have to be talked into staying. He should want to stay. I don't understand why you thought that it was your responsibility to go and talk to him for me," she added almost forcefully.

"Because for the past two months Olivia, every single time he does something to hurt you, you come to me. I mean what am I supposed to do? Watch you unwind and get all upset over what he does to you and just let it go?" he asked as he stepped close to her. Before Olivia could answer she picked up the ringing phone on her desk.

"Detective Benson," Olivia said into the receiver, leaving Elliot standing alone as she talked. She wrote some information onto a notepad quickly before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. "Central called us to a crime scene," she said turning to Elliot and handing him the paper. "ME is in route," she added before taking her jacket off of the back of her chair and walking out of the squad room as Elliot grabbed his jacket and followed her.

After twenty minutes of silence during the ride to the squad room, Olivia ran her hand through her and turned to Elliot. "Look, El. What happened back at the house-I shouldn't have snapped at you." Elliot smiled lightly, still staring out of the windshield in front of him. "I guess it's the hormones kicking in." Elliot laughed lightly.

"I probably shouldn't have gone to talk to him. You were right about that one. He needs to make the decision on his own. Not to mention last time I butted into your relationship business you broke up with the guy."

"You talking to Kurt got IAB off of my back," she said with a light smile. "So I guess I can't be mad at you about that one." A moment of silence filled the air between them as Olivia glanced out the window. "So is he staying?"

"I don't know?" Elliot lied.

"You know. Don't lie," she said with a smirk.

"All I can say is coming from a guy with five kids and his own fair share of marital disputes, the outcome of this is going to be more that you are going to expect."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Olivia said with a light laugh. Elliot shrugged his shoulders as he laughed lightly. Silence filled the air between them again as Elliot came to a stop at the curb. He turned off of the ignition and turned to Olivia.

"Seriously though. Based on his body language and how he talked today, he made his decision the second you kicked him out of your apartment. Liv, he wants this baby and he wants to be a part of your child's life," Elliot said softly.

"Even without being with me?" Olivia asked.

"Other than the night he broke up with you, has he ever said that?" Elliot asked, already knowing the answer. Olivia sat silent as she looked up at Elliot.

"I guess I have been assuming this entire time that he didn't because of how he acted," Olivia said.

"Okay, one more question," he said. "The night that he ended things with you was the night that you and I were called to that scene. He had his parents over for dinner. What do you think that they talked about while you were away?" Elliot raised his brow.

"You think his parents talked him into it?" Olivia asked.

"Maybe not talked him into it but I bet they influenced his opinion a little," Elliot said before grabbing the door handle. "Think about it," he added before opening the door and getting out of the car. Olivia stared forward for a minute before opening the door and following Elliot into the scene of CSU technicians and uniformed officers.

Elliot and Olivia walked up the pathway to the victim's house to run notification. They stopped in front of the front door before ringing the doorbell and waiting for an answer. The door clicked and opened slowly as a man appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" he asked as he stood on the single step in front of Elliot and Olivia.

"Joseph McCarroll?" Elliot asked.

"Yes," the man replied, confused.

"I'm Detective Stabler. This is my partner, Detective Benson," Elliot said, motioning to Olivia.

"You found Amy?" Joseph asked. Olivia glanced over to Elliot before looking back to Joseph. "What?" Joseph asked, worry and concern in his voice.

"Mr. McCarroll, I am so sorry but you wife was murdered late last night. Her body was found this morning," Olivia said sympathetically.

Ten minutes later, Elliot and Olivia sat in the living room of the McConnell home as Joseph McConnell paced in front of the fireplace. "Mr. McConnell, did anyone have a problem with Amy?"

"Not that she told me about. I mean she works late sometimes at the office, but when she wasn't home by nine I called her and she said that she was leaving the office and would be home shortly," Joshua explained. "When she didn't get home by ten thirty I called the police."

"What did your wife do?" Elliot asked.

"She works as an architectural designer. Sometimes projects and presentations demand a lot of her and she has deadlines that she has to reach but she always comes home," Joshua said.

"Mr. McCarroll, I hate to ask but were you and your wife having any problems?" Olivia asked sympathetically. He shook his head as he looked down at the floor.

"We were celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary on the fifth of the month," Joshua said.

"And where were you last night?" Elliot asked.

"I worked until about six or six thirty. Got home around sevenish and stayed here," Joshua replied.

Minutes later Elliot and Olivia walked down the steps of the porch and toward their car which was parked by the curb. "What do you think?" Elliot asked as he opened the car door.

"I dunno. I mean he seems genuinely shocked but you and your wife can still have problems even if you are married for ten years," Olivia said sitting down in the passenger seat.

"You don't have to tell me that," Elliot said with smirk as he closed the door and started the ignition.

Later that night, Elliot and Olivia walked out of the interview room where they were talking with Amy McCarroll's parents. "This woman is thirty five years old, works in a design lab all day. Who could have possibly wanted her dead?" Olivia said.

"I don't know, but I don't think that we are going to figure it out tonight," Elliot said. Olivia turned to take a small white envelope from one of the other detectives before turning back to Elliot. "What's that?"

"I haven't a clue," she said opening the envelope and pulling out an index card. Be where it all began at 8 tonight, was written on the index card in David's writing. Olivia looked up to Elliot and handed him the card who read it and handed it back to her.

"You going to go?" he asked softly. Olivia smiled softy as she nodded lightly. She set the envelope on her desk as she grabbed her dark grey jacket off of the chair. And her dark blue scarf, wrapping it around her neck. "I have a feeling that I won't be getting a late night visit after this conversation." Olivia laughed lightly as she slid her back gloves on and grabbed her large black bag.

"Goodnight Elliot," she said softly. "Thank you-for everything." Elliot smiled as Olivia walked past him and walked out of the squad room. Olivia walked through Central Park in the cold February air. She checked the time on her cell phone-7:54. She turned the bend as her heeled boots clicked on the payment below her and saw David standing under one of the walkway lamps which lined the pathway. She smiled softly as she continued to walk toward him. He turned as she approached him and she slowed her pace as she got closer. "Hi," she said softly.

"I'm glad you came," he said softly.

"So am I," she replied with a light smile.

"I want to show you something," he said. Olivia nodded as she felt David's hand grab hers. He began to lead her down the pathway toward the hill overlooking a hillside where two kids were sled riding on a small hill, their parents standing at the bottom and catching them as they slid down toward them. The tiny hill was well lit by the walkway lights and the lights of city in the background. David stopped and watched as the kids' laughs and squeals were silently heard. Olivia smiled softly as she brushed a strand of hair off of her face. David turned to her, releasing her hand.

"Why here?" Olivia asked softly.

"Because this is where it began. And that's where I want it to be," he said nodding toward the sledding riding kids. Olivia smiled softly as she glanced down at the ground. "I want to be a part of this child's life. And I want to be a part of your life." Olivia looked back up at him slowly. "I can't apologize enough for everything that I have done and I don't expect you to accept it, but all I want you to know is that I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart." Olivia smiled as she reached up and brought her hand to the back of his neck and leaned in, pressing her lips against his. She felt his hands on her hips as his lips adjusted to hers. Moments later they parted and David smiled lightly. "Is that a yes?" he said softly. Olivia laughed lightly as she leaned in again.

An hour later Olivia and David walked into her apartment. She closed the door behind them before taking off her scarf and jacket. "Do you want some coffee?" she asked as she took her jacket and his and hung them in the coat closet.

"Uh, no. It's fine," David said walking further into the apartment.

"You sure?' she said unzipping her boots and setting them by the door. David nodded as Olivia walked toward him. "Okay I am freezing so I am going to go and throw some warm clothes on. I'll be back in a second." Olivia walked down the hall and into the bedroom. "Make yourself at home!" she called. David walked around the living room and looked at the various candles and pictures and decorations that filled her mantle, bookshelves and tables. Pictures of Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and her colleagues as well as some with her mother filled the apartment. Minutes later Olivia walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to find David looking at the pictures on her mantle.

"I should probably update some of those," she said walking around her couch. David turned to find Olivia standing in a pair of black sweat pants which hugged her hips and a white, long sleeve shirt which hugged her figure and small bump.

"How come?" David asked as Olivia walked toward him.

"Well, I haven't talked to this woman for over two years, and this man in over three," she said pointing to the two pictures. "I guess when you are never really home you don't think about it." David smiled as he walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I'm not going to like get kicked out tonight or anything am I?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," Olivia said with a light laugh as she slowly walked toward the couch. She held out her hand as David placed his in hers. He stood as Olivia led him down the hall toward her bedroom. Olivia sat in the center of the bed and propped up the many pillows against the headboard. She grabbed the blanket that laid on top of the comforter near the end of the bed and pulled it up toward her. David smiled as he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He laid back against the pillows as Olivia pulled the blanket over both of them.

"Come here," he said softly pulling her close to him. She rested her head on the front of his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and caressed her bicep. They laid in silence for a few minutes in the darkness. Olivia wiped the small tear under her eye. "What did I do now?" David asked sarcastically.

"Nothing," Olivia said laughing. "I can't believe this."

"Olivia what I said in the park tonight, I probably rehearsed in the bathroom at work today like fifty times," he said. Olivia laughed again as she looked up at him. "But I meant every word. Nothing that is going on in my life right now is more important than this baby, Tyler and you."

"What changed?" Olivia asked softly.

"The night that you told me you were pregnant, I tucked Tyler into bed and I got chills. I knew that my life was going to change, and Tyler's life was going to change. I knew that I didn't want to miss it and I couldn't live with myself knowing that I caused you any sort of pain or sadness," he said.

"But you and I both know that when it comes to my job, I am always going to be a cop. I am always going to have the past that I have, and the life that I have. I am always going to have the issues with the cases and the victims," she said. "And that's never going to change." David nodded. David shifted his body so that he turned onto his side and was facing Olivia.

"I ended things on Christmas Eve because I was scared. I was scared to fall for someone who was so different than anyone else that I had ever dated. I was scared that my son would get too close to you and then something would happen between us and then he would be upset. I was so worried about all of these different things that could happen instead of just letting life happen," he said.

"And now?" Olivia asked with a slight smile.

"I'm fucking terrified," he said with a light laugh. "But I am telling you right now that I am here. One million percent. This might not be exactly what either one of us expected but as terrified as I am, I'm excited and happy and thrilled and can't think of anyone I would rather be doing this with." Olivia smiled as she felt David caress her jaw with his hand. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly, bringing his hand to the back of her neck. Olivia smiled as they parted before moving closer to David and kissing him again.