Ok, so this chapter, and the next few, are going to be focused more on the case, and let me say right now that it's a bit...disturbing? I guess you could say that. Anyway, let's go straight to it, shall we.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SVU, DICK WOLF DOES


Olivia met up with Elliot outside the precinct, where he gave her a quick hug, and kissed her forehead. The two got into the sedan, buckled up, and drove to where their victim was. Pulling up to the alley, Elliot turned off the car, before turning to face Olivia. "Baby, are you alright?" he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. He noticed that she had been quiet during the whole car ride, and it was worrying him.

Olivia sighed, before looking over at her partner. "I went to see Casey today. I told her about the baby."

"That's great! What was her reaction?"

"She was, excited." Olivia became quiet once more. She wanted to tell Elliot that she was scared about having her rapist's baby, but everytime she brought it up, he would brush it off, saying that the baby was his, no matter what DNA said.

"Olivia, tell me what's wrong." He grabbed her hand, and kissed it, letting her know that he was listening.

Olivia sighed once more. "Elliot, I told her I'm scared. Scared of being a mother, scared of what happened to me." She paused, before looking into his eyes. "Scared of the possibility of having my rapist's baby" she whispered, trying not to cry.

Elliot looked at Olivia. He knew how much it scared her that she got pregnant after she had been raped, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was scared that the baby Olivia was carrying wasn't his, but he didn't want her to know that. "Liv-"

"No Elliot. Everytime I say that, you ignore it. Didn't you even consider that it's possibly? That this baby might be whoever raped me's baby!" Olivia let the tears fall. It had made her angry, that Elliot wouldn't accept that there was a chance that he could not be the father. All she wanted to do, was tell him how scared she was.

Elliot cupped her face in her hands, placing a kiss on her forehead, before looking her in the eye. She could see that he was just as hurt as she was. "Liv, the only reason I don't want to talk about it, is because I'm scared. I know how you feel about your mother and your father being a rapist. I don't want you to go on, feeling like your mother. Olivia, it scares me that this baby might not be mine, probably more than it scares you, which is why I'm serious when I say, that no matter what happens, that baby is going to know me as Daddy. Not some piece of shit that hurt their mommy. Their Daddy is going to be the only man who has ever loved their mother. That is why I keep saying that this baby is mine." He kissed her on the lips, wiping her face clear of the fallen tears. "Liv, listen to me. I love you, and we're going to be a family. You, me, my children, and the baby, and nothing is going to ruin that."

Olivia nodded, taking a deep breath. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now, no more being scared. You have me, and everyone at the precinct." With that Elliot kissed her once more, before opening the door to the car and getting out.

Olivia followed his actions, and got out of the car, walking up to the M.E. Melinda Warner, who was busy examining their new victim's body. "What have we got?" she asked, pulling on a piar of gloves, watching as Elliot did likewise. She looked at the body, and instantly she felt queasy. This was definitely one of their more gruesome cases.

Warner handed Olivia the victim's driver's license, before kneeling by the body once more. "Melanie Price, thirty-two. Raped. Blunt force trama to the back of the head indicates she was hit with something, and hard."

Elliot kneeled next to Warner, examining the body. "What caused all the blood here?" he asked, pointing to the victim's stomach.

Warner looked at Olivia, knowing her answer would upset her. "Victim was pregnant. Judging by the size of the fetus, I'd say about twenty weeks or so. Who ever wanted her dead, also wanted that baby dead." Warner showed the two detectives the slash marks on her stomach, trying to explain what had happened.

"Where's the baby?" Elliot asked, looking at the body, trying not to become disturbed by it.

Warner looked at the couple, before answering. "It's still there" she said, showing the two the small fetus through one of the slash wounds on the victim's stomach.

Olivia looked, and when she saw the baby, she became even more sick. She couldn't believe someone could do that, especially to a pregnant woman, who probably did whatever she could to protect her baby. Olivia tried to shake off the feeling of nausea, but when it became too strong, she knew she couldn't stop it.

She quickly stood, looking for a place to empty her stomach contents. She knelt by the dumpster, and began to vomit, a combination effect from her morning sickness and gruesome murder that had taken place a few feet away. Warner, seeing her friend throwing up, quickly went to her side, Elliot not far behind. He quickly pulled her hair back, and rubbed her back, while Warner handed her a paper towel to wipe her mouth once she was done. "Olivia, are you alright?" Warner asked, rubbing her back.

Olivia nodded. Elliot pulled his partner's hair back, while he placed a kiss on the crown of her head, letting her know that he was here for her. Elliot knew that her vomiting was a response to her seeing their pregnant victim. He pulled Olivia into a hug, knowing she needed to be comforted, not caring that they were at a crime scene. "Do you want me to take you home?" he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Olivia shook her head. "I'm fine El."

Elliot, not convinced, shook his head, looking at Warner, silently asking her to try to convince Olivia to take it easy. "Liv, maybe you should take it easy for now."

Olivia looked at Warner, before turning to look at Elliot. "I'm fine. Let me do my job." With that, she stood up, and walked back to the body, leaving an irritated looking Elliot, and a worried Warner.

"Elliot, don't you think you should take her home, especially with this case?"

Elliot looked and Warner and sighed. "You know how stubborn she is. She won't stay at home."

Warner nodded, as the two walked back to the body, Elliot making sure he was close to Olivia, just in case she felt sick again. Olivia sighed, looking at the body. "Who would do this?" she whispered to herself.

Elliot grabbed her hand, giving it a small squeeze, before he spoke. "Let's go talk talk to the husband. See if there was anyone who had a grudge against her."


"When the school called this morning, I knew something was up." Gregory Price, their victim's husband, sat in his apartment's couch, crying, after he heard his wife had been murdered.

"The school? Melanie was a student?" Elliot asked, looking at the photos of the couple in the apartment.

Mr. Price shook his head. "No, no. She was an english teacher at Irwin Altman Middle School in Queens."

Olivia wrote his response in a small notebook, before looking up. "Mr. Price, did anyone have a grudge against your wife?"

He shook his head. "No, everyone loved Melanie."

Elliot walked up and stood next to Olivia. "Mr. Price, we're going to need a sample of your DNA."

Gregory nodded. "Anything to help. I still can't believe he's gone" he said, dropping his head into his hands, continuing to cry.


Olivia pulled up to the middle school and quickly walked out. She was still feeling sick, but she wasn't going to let Elliot know, he would only take her home and make her stay put.

The two walked into the school, and walked down the empty halls, until they reached the Principal's office. The Principal was cooperative, but her information was very little, so they decided to talk to a few of her co-workers.

The two ran into a man, who introduced himself as Andrew Ross, one of the school's science teachers. "Mr. Ross, what can you tell us about Melanie Price?" Olivia asked.

Mr. Ross sat down, before answering. "As a teacher, she was great. Always on time, knew how to connect with the students."

"But when she was away from school?"

Mr. Ross sat up straight, and leaned closer to the two detectives, making sure no one could hear what he had to say. "No offense, but, she was a little, well, she knew how to be a tease."

Olivia looked at Elliot, before turning back to the teacher. "What do you mean?"

"Well, every male teacher here was getting attention from here, if you know what I mean."

Elliot looked at the teacher, before shaking his head. "Should we include you in that list?"

Mr. Ross shook his head vigorously. "No, no. Let's just say, it would be easier for me to, uh, want the attention of you, Detective Stabler, than that of Mrs. Price."

Elliot leaned away from Mr. Ross, before grabbing Olivia's hand, making it known that he was taken and happy. "Is there anyone who would have a grudge against Mrs. Price?"

He thought for a while, before nodding. "Melanie was having an affair with one of the teachers here. James Warrik. At first they were always having lunch together, comparing lesson plans. No one thought anything of it, since they were both English teachers. We all noticed how, friendly they started acting. I would check him out."

Olivia looked at Elliot, before nodding at Mr. Ross, silently thanking him.


"How long were the two of you having an affair?" Olivia stood next to Elliot, as she questioned James Warrik about his relationship with Melanie Price.

"Uh, about a year. I mean, we were friends, and I guess it kind of just happened." James looked at Elliot, before shifting in his chair. It was obvious that he was nervous, and unfortunate for him, both detectives noticed it.

"Mr. Warrik, where were you this morning between nine and eleven?" Elliot asked, staring him in the eye.

"I was here, in my classroom. That's usually my prep period, so I was setting up lessons for the rest of the week."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

Warrik shrugged. "I don't know. I don't really pay attention to anyone when I'm planning lessons."

Elliot walked up to Warrik, letting out a sigh. "Mr. Warrik, we're going to need a sample of your DNA."


Olivia got into the passenger seat of the car, watched as Elliot got in, started the car, and drove off. "Something's not right" she said, rubbing her temple. Something about this case seemed odd, and the confusion was making her feel even more sick.

Elliot placed his hand on her knee, rubbing it, before kissing her forehead. "I know" was all he said, before driving back to the precinct, ready to share the information the two had gathered during their questionings.


Okay, so, what do you think? Sorry it was kinda short, I was seriously hitting major writer's block 0_0

Like I said, this chapter, probably the next one, and some more in the future, are going to be based more on the new case. I hate having big time gaps, and since I didn't want to do alot of them, I figured I'd pass some time by giving them at least one case.

Tell me what you think.

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