A/N: Just to let you know this might be a longish sort of chapter, thank you for all the reviews and support, this has been an amazing uplift for the past bad few months there! Thank You, and "Careless Whisper" goes out to CedNeidermyer! X
4 Months Later...
Elliot sat at his desk wondering how long the perp they just caught was going to get at trial, hopefully a lot, the sick bastard raped and murdered a young girl and then murdered the girl's mother when she got too close to figuring out who he was. Olivia was away getting them coffee, it had been a slow and long day at work, they all had been lately. He'd been back at work nearly four months now and no overly big cases or gossip. It was kind of boring the past two or three weeks, him and Liv had settled in together nicely and his kids were even getting used to living with her. Olivia had pretty much moved in to his place now, without even knowing it, the two of them were now an exclusive item at the station. Olivia had come back with their coffee's .
"What are you thinking about?", Liv asked him curiously.
"Just about how boring the past couple weeks have been,", he replied solemnly.
"They have been kinda slow,", Olivia agreed with him, no hassle or arguments, no fights or violence, it had been quiet.
"So, any plans for tonight?", Elliot asked and winked at the same time.
"Depends, you free for another massage?", Olivia smiled cheekily.
"Definetely!", Elliot smiled back with glee.
"Someone's gonna hit that tonight!", Finn shouted quite loudly, loud enough for Munch, Elliot, Olivia and some closer people to hear but not as loud for the whole room to hear.
"Shut up!", Elliot laughed and then winked in agreement when he thought Olivia wasn't looking but a woman sees everything.
"Real polite Finn! And you, stop spurring him on. I saw that!", Olivia gently kicked Elliot's shin under the ajoining desks and warned the two men who were acting like foolish adolescents.
"Sorry!", Elliot was still laughing, at her reation and at Finn's face as she told him off.
Elliot and Olivia arrived home later than usual, the Captain had them all fill out extra paper work and forms they were behind on. It was midnight.
"I'm so tired!", Elliot said as he yawned quietly.
"Well, I hope you're not too tired! Still want that massage?", Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck and kissed him encouragingly on the lips.
"Tired! What? Me! No way!", Elliot grabbed her and kissed her again. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bedroom, slammed the door shut with a kick of the foot and that was their night planned.
Five Days Later...
"Hey, you okay in there?", Elliot asked while knocking on the bathroom door at the police station. Olivia had ran in minutes before feeling sick.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out now. Give me a minute, okay?", Olivia asked him clutching her stomach, she had thrown up twice today, she needed to go home, there was no work to be done anyway.
"Yeah, I'll be right outside, shout if you need me,", Elliot wondered if she was really okay, if she was sick, she wouldn't tell him until she wanted or needed to, she was that stubborn.
"Than-", Olivia couldn't finish her sentence as she threw up once again.
Maybe she caught that bug going around, Munch was off with it today and Captain had it a couple of weeks ago. She'll tell Elliot now and get home as quick as she could, she hated being sick and stuck at work it's the worst place to be if the only place you want to be is home. She made sure she was finished vomitting before she got up and headed out towards Elliot's desk. He was sitting on the desk waiting for her with a concerned look in his eye.
"You okay?", Elliot asked worriedly.
"I'm not good, I need to go home, I think I caught that bug going around, my stomach's killing me, I've thrown up like five times now,", Olivia told him still clutching her stomach.
"Let me bring you home and sort you out okay, then I'll come back to work,", Elliot pleaded with her as he headed to Cragen's office.
"Elliot I'm fine. I can go home myself!", Olivia told him before she had to grab the bin which stood next to her desk and threw up into it.
"Obviously not! I'm going to tell Cragen and I'm going to bring you home and take care of you the way you took care of me when I was sick, okay, now sit there a sec,", Elliot rushed over to her and sat her down on the chair next to his desk with the bin still in her hands.
"What can I do for you Elliot?", Cragen asked him as Elliot opened his office door abruptly.
"Olivia is feeing really sick and throwing up a lot, is it okay if I take her home and make sure she's okay and come back later on in the day?", Elliot asked him sort of rushing for an answer.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, take care of her Stabler, okay?", Cragen told him.
"I will, thanks!", Elliot gave him a quick glance and rushed back over to Olivia who was very pale at this stage, she hadn't eaten anything for breakfast, it was 10:30am now, she said she couldn't eat anything that she would later.
"Well?", Olivia asked him as he lifted her up and began to carry her to his car.
"He said just to look after you and come in when you're feeling better,", Elliot replied and set Olivia into the backseat of the car, he wrapped a blanket around her that had been lying back there for ages and buckled her in.
"Thank You for this El, I'm sure I'll be fine in an hour or so,", Olivia tried to smile but she could feel the vomit rising again so decided to lay down in the back of the car to try and settle her stomach.
"It's no problem, just lie back and I'll have you home and wrapped up in no time,", Elliot said and looked into the wing mirror to find Olivia laying back with her eyes gently closing ever so slowly.
Elliot reached their apartment in about five or ten minutes, Olivia was fast asleep, she mustn't have got much sleep last night, it was eleven a.m, he carried her quietly up to the apartment and she slept the whole way up. Elliot gently put her down on to the bed and wrapped her up in blankets, he left and made her some of her favourite tomato soup, he brougt it in to her with a painkiller, some juice and a small towel. He put the towel around her and placed the food and drink on the table beside the bed, there was also a bucket beside her just in case she felt sick again. Elliot sat down on the chair next to the bed waiting for her to wake up.
30 minutes later...
"Hey,", Olivia whispered.
Elliot woke up, he feel asleep five minutes after watching Olivia sleep, it's was so peaceful it made him want to sleep.
"Hey, sorry, the soup's bound to be cold, I didn't want to wake you. I'll grab some more from the pot,", Elliot said smiling, glad she had regained some of the colur back into those lucious cheeks of hers.
"Thank you again El, I feel quite a bit better now. What time is it?", Olivia asked him smiling.
"Twelve noon, I'll get some soup for the two of us, we'll watch some tv and then I'll head back to work, how's that sound?", Elliot asked happily.
"That's sounds great!", Olivia was amazed at how wonderful a man she has, she felt like the luckiest woman on the planet.
Elliot came back in with two steaming bowls of soup and the two of them sat on the bed watching CSI:New York for an hour together.
"Okay, if it's okay with you, I'm going to head back to work,", Elliot stated as he lifted the empty bowl from Olivia's hands.
"Okay, thanks, love you,", Olivia gave him a small peck before he left and she heard a distant bye before the sound of the door shutting. She needed to go to the bathroom.
She looked at the calender as she walked to the bathroom, wait was today the 28th, I was supposed to have my period three days ago, I need to double check. She once again headed towards the bathroom with no sign of a period, was she? No, she couldn't be, right?
Olivia took out a pregnancy test that she kept in case of emergency. She quickly skimmed through the directions and peed on the small white stick with the purple lid. The timings say 2 minutes, she had the timer set on her watch. The slowest 2 minutes of her life, two blue lines means positive, one red means negative, that's all that ran throuh her head, her watch beeped, two minutes were up, she carefully picked up that life-changing stick and glared at it.
One red line, she didn't know whether to be relieved or sad.
Wait, something else is comming in to view, another red line, they're slowly changing colour. Two blue lines. Holy Crap. She was pregnant.
There was so many thoughts running through her head, she dropped the test, so many thoughts that it hurt, careless whispers.
