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-spacekitten27-Gladly :)

-ladybugsmomma-Don't they always? lol. Also-If you like this story then you will probably like my other one, too. It has to do with Olivia and a child :) lol

-Elliotandoliviababies-Don't worry, I will!

-rivermel2-Ya, you really aren't good at threatening people :)

OPOV

"Olivia, it's George Huang." George called from outside of my apartment. I paused for a second before continuing what I was doing; Nothing. I got home and realized that my chances of ever becoming a mother are slim. I layed down on my couch and cried. I didn't know how much longer these tears could keep coming but it seemed like forever. I put my coat on and opened my apartment door to see a small piece of paper lying on the floor.

"Megan Galley. 414-8472 -G.H." I pulled out my Iphone and looked her up, she is a shrink that George has worked with before. I really needed somebody to vent to that would actually understand. Only a mother would understand what I am going through and I don't have any friends that I can talk to. We set up an appointment for the following week.

NPOV

Elliot pulled out his cell phone when he heard it ringing, it was Olivia.

"Hey, Liv. What's up?"

"I was uh, wondering if you wanted to come over tonight. Maybe watch a movie or something." Olivia said nervously

"I would love to. I am dropping Lizzie off at a sleepover down there around 6 so I will pick up some food on my way"

"K, bye El"

OPOV

6:00 finally came and Elliot soon was knocking on the door. I could smell the Italian from inside. I opened the door and let him in. He walked over to my counter and set the box down in front of one of the barstools before getting two wine glasses out of my cabinet. We took our food to the couch and sat down.

"So how was work today?" I asked, trying to start some sort of a conversation

"Boring. We mainly did paperwork all day" He said to me. I just nodded my head

"Did you talk to Huang?" He asked. I said no and he looked at me weird

"Didn't he come over here?"

"Uh, ya, but I didn't feel like company." He looked at me with a slightly dissapointed face

"Liv, you need to talk to somebody other than me" He said. I took a sip of my wine and set it back down.

"I have an appointment set up for next week"

"With who?"

"Megan Galley. Huang worked with her."

"That's good." He said. We ate the rest of our food but we didn't feel like watching a movie yet so we just sat on the couch and talked.

"Oh my God, my back still hurts from the cement wall" I complained

"Here, you make yourself comfortable while I go find a movie" Elliot said, getting up. I stretched my feet over the entire length of my couch just to annoy him. He put in Nightmare On Elm Street just because he knew I hated scary movies.

"Do we haave to watch this?" I asked him.

"Yes, we do." He replied matter-of-factly. He pushed play and turned around to see me taking up the whole couch. He just shrugged his shoulders and sat on me.

"Elliot!" I yelled

"What?" He asked, like everything was normal

"Will you please get off of me?" I asked with a puppy-dog face. He smiled and stood up for a second so that I could tuck me feet into my half of the couch. After fifteen minutes of previews, the movie started. We were only ten minutes into in the movie and I was already gripping Elliot's hand. Another ten minutes into it, I decided that I wouldn't survive if I watched any more. I got my ipod and turned on The Blindside. Elliot made fun of me for it at first but soon he turned off his movie and stole one of my earbuds.

EPOV

We were almost done with the movie when I saw that Olivia was asleep. Well, she was on top of me so I couldn't go anywhere. I turned off the movie and set the ipod on the table next to us. I took my legs off the couch and put my hands under her head, then slipped out from under her and laid her down.

OPOV

I sat down on the large couch in Dr. Galley's office. She got me some water and sat down in her chair.

"So I hear you've been having a tough week?" I already liked her. She wasn't like the usual boring, plain, annoying shrinks that I see with other people. I can tell that she will be more like a friend, not a psychiatrist.

"Ya, um, well it's kinda complicated" I said.

"Don't worry, I have been doing this job for over a decade. So what happened?" She asked me. I figured I might as well get it all out now

"Me and my partner were working undercover to try and arrest this group for raping and murdering children...well we got there and the next day, they brought the two kids that they had chosen. One of them was my daughter. I was raped eight years ago and nobody knew about it. I gave her up the day she was born." I said, my eyes watering. Megan handed me a box of tissues

"Long story short, she was shot and she passed away five days ago. But, it's my fault because he was aiming for me and I was sitting next to her. I-I am the cause of her death" I said. After talking for what seemed like two minutes, I looked at the clock and it had been two hours. Megan gave me a journal at the end of this all and told me that whenever I needed to, I could use this to get all my feelings out. It would be private but she would ask me to share what I wrote sometimes. I headed home and immidiately started writing

March 26th, 2009

My daughter, Lauren, passed away on Thursday, March 21st, and it was all my fault. I failed as a protector and I let her die. Everybody tells me that it's not my fault but I know it is. When i first found her, I was terrified but happy at the same time. I regret giving her up but I thought it was the right thing to do back then. Elliot told me that everything happens for a reason but I see nothing good coming out of this. I feel like my life is over before it has even started. No husband, no kids, no friends, no nothing. I remember when i was younger, I would dream about my child waking me up at 5:45 in the morning to open Christmas presents, I would think about me and my husband sitting together on the couch and watching a movie every once in a while, I looked forward to the time when I could look around the kitchen table to see a happy family. I still dream about those things happening but it's when I realize that most people were married when I was twenty years younger, most people were done having kids by age 35, most people have plenty of family and friends that care about them. I have Elliot. That's about it.

Comment! So this chapter was not too good because it was more of a filler, lol. The ending is good though :)