A/N: This story is the following Christmas, after Kids Christmas Plan. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline narrative and dialogue belong to TStabler©

Dickie and Lizzie were in the middle seats, next to Eli's carseat, fighting over the remote to the DVD player. Maureen was in the back, reading a book, her winter-break assignment, but that was college for ya, and Kathleen, next to her, had her iPod on, ignoring the world. Elliot, behind the wheel, looked over at Olivia in the passenger seat. Her left hand was resting on her very large belly, the huge diamond rings sparkling in the light.

They had gone to visit Kathy's grave that morning, each kid wishing her a Merry Christmas and laying down a red poinsettia, and Elliot told her all about the wedding and Baby Stabler number six. Then they ventured out to the family get-together. The doctor had warned Olivia not to travel, but she, being who she was, told him to bite her, she was spending Christmas with her family. This had been a long road trip, but one they'd promised Kathy's parents they would make, swearing that they wouldn't kick them out of the family because Kathy had died.

They were on a stretch of road, in the middle of nowhere, in upstate New York, heading home, when it happened.

"Ohh, that's not good," Elliot said, looking at the gauge on the panel of the SUV.

"What's not good?" Olivia asked. Elliot pressed his lips together and cocked his head. "We are, uh, running out of gas."

Dickie and Lizzie stopped fighting. Maureen dropped her book. Eli made a gurgling noise, which Olivia was pretty sure meant, "What the fuck did you say, dad?" Kathleen didn't hear him and Olivia, trying to stay calm, just said, "Well, let's find a gas station then."

"Uh, there aren't any out here, baby. Not until the highway, which is a good twenty minutes from here. We're not gonna make it."

Olivia glared at him. "Just drive, El. When we see a place to stop, we'll stop. Drive slow, turn the radio off and turn the heat down." He eased off the gas, and flicked the switches on the radio and heater, which should save them a few gallons.

"Way to go, Dad. Shoulda stopped at the Fill 'N Swill by Grandpa's," Dickie snorted. "Hey, we had half a tank when we left! Or, well, it might have been a quarter of a..."

Olivia snapped. "Quarter?! You let us pull away from a city that is two hours from home with only a quarter of a tank of, ow!"

"Liv, where were you born?" Lizzie asked. "I've heard people call it petrol, oil, lube, gas, and some cultures in the western parts of central China call it Ting-Mai, which means 'greasy tea'. But, I have never heard someone call it 'ow' before."

Olivia clutched a hand to her stomach, and leaned back in her seat. "No, honey. I meant 'ow', as in pain 'ow'." Elliot's head snapped toward her, his eyes widened and he panicked. "Honey! Liv, baby, are you okay?"

"Elliot, watch out!"

He turned his head back to the front just in time to swerve and not hit the only other car on the road, coming toward them from the opposite direction. "I'm fine, El. Drive, please. It's probably just pains from stress. Ohhhh, or not." She started breathing, quickly and heavily. Dickie and Lizzie leaned forward in their seats Maureen put her bookmark in her book and dropped the thing to the floor, smacked her sister in the shoulder and alerted her to what was happening.

The car, the stupid, stupid, car, started sputtering at that very moment. "Oh, come on, no! Not now," Elliot cried pumping the gas and hitting the wheel.

"Baby, beating the car up is not going to make it go anymore," Olivia said as another contraction hit her. "Ow, sweet Jesus! Oh, my God, I am not ready to be a mother."

Maureen, from the backseat, said, "Liv, you already are. An amazing one." Olivia craned her neck back, and smiled at her step-daughter. "Oh, thank you, Mo. That means so much, but, I meant, I'm not ready to be a mother right now, in the car, on a dark road in the middle of East North Nowhere." Elliot, with the last of the gas, pulled over to the side of the road and whipped out his cell phone. "Okay, baby, hold on. I'm gonna call a bus and... I don't have service. Do any of you guys?" One by one, every child, except for Eli, took out their phone and responded in the negative.

"If you call 911 from a cell phone without service, it'll go through, right?" Dickie asked.

"That's if the phone's not activated. Not if it doesn't have reception. There aren't any towers out here," Lizzie said in her matter-of-fact manner.

"Oh, that is just fantabulous! Have I mentioned how much I hate Christmas?" Olivia said, grabbing Elliot's hand, squeezing, and breathing through another contraction. "Liv, these are coming at you awfully fast. How long have you been having these pains?" he asked as he kissed her cheek and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "The pain just started, El. I swear. I was feeling kind of funny before, but I thought it was the turkey Kathy's father made."

Elliot looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Baby, how often were you feeling funny?" he asked in a knowing tone. She looked at him, sheepishly. "Every half hour or so." He chuckled and then he lowered his forehead to hers, kissed her, and looked into her eyes. "You've been in labor all day, you silly, silly, girl."

She giggled and said, "Oops."

"Mo, Katie, could you please get out and walk around on the side over here and try to get some kind of signal on your phones?" Elliot asked his oldest girls.

"Sure, dad," Kathleen said, opening the rear door and sliding out.

Elliot pushed the button, turning his emergency flashers on, and looked back down at Olivia. "Honey, I don't wanna scare you, but if we can't find help soon..."

"Stabler, I am not having this baby in the front seat of a sports utility vehicle! We don't even have blankets, or hot water, or, I dunno, a doctor! I am going to have this baby at Mercy General as planned if you have to get your ass behind the car and push us there yourself! Ow! Holy monkeys, you are never touching me again," she cried. "If you do, I will murder you and they will never find your body!"

"Awesome! We're gonna get to see Liv kill Dad!" Dickie shouted. Lizzie, Olivia and Elliot glared at him. "I was kidding, guys, chill!"

Maureen could be seen through the window, climbing a tree to find a signal, while Kathleen was standing on the guardrail on one foot with the phone raised high in the air.

"Ohhh, God, El, this hurts." Elliot looked at Olivia and a determined expression took over his face. "No," he said sternly.

"No? What do you mean 'no'? Ow....oh, boy, or girl...whoo." Elliot let go of her hand and leaned over her. "I mean, No, you're not having our baby in the car." He rolled the window down and yelled, "Girls, get back in the car. We're taking Liv to the hospital!"

Maureen and Kathleen hopped out of their high places and scuttled back to the car. Olivia looked over at her "Elliot, we don't have any gas the car isn't even going to...owww....start!"

"I gotta try, baby. " He turned the key, three times, but the car wouldn't turn over. Elliot looked up, eyes toward the heavens and begged, turning the key one more time. "Come on, my baby is not having my baby in this baby." If there was ever a time to believe in Christmas miracles it was now.

A/N: How they gonna get out of this jam? Review and continue?!?