"Good morning," Kathy smiled, as Becca walked into the kitchen.

"Hey..." Becca replied, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail. "You're up early."

"Yeah, I had a few faxes that I had to send off. Coffee?"

"Sure," she sat down at the table across from her.

Kathy stood up and moved to the coffee pot. "Elliot still asleep?"

"Yeah," she replied, flipping through a magazine that was on the table. "He's exhausted."

"I bet he is," she handed Becca a cup of coffee. "I'm surprised that you didn't have to slip him a few sleeping pills."

"I was tempted," she said with a giggle, sipping from her cup.

"Can I ask you something?" Kathy asked, reclaiming her seat across from Becca.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you scared?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, aren't you scared that this guy is gonna kill you? Or Elliot?"

"Of course I'm scared," she replied. "But, I can't sit around and dwell on it. Elliot's definetly stressed out enough over this, what good would it do to make it worse by whining about it?"

"I just don't understand how you're so calm and collected."

"I'm just as scared as the next person, I just try not to show it."

"That must be one of the things that Elliot loves about you. I would be freaking out about this and only making it more stressful on him."

"That's what I'm trying not to do.."

"How far away is your due date, again? It's totally slipped my mind."

"Three weeks from tomorrow."

"Hopefully this all gets straightened out before then."

"Yeah, no kidding." Becca made a face. "I'd hate to have to bring the baby home to this crap."

"Just don't let this take all the excitement out of the last few weeks," Kathy warmly smiled. "These weeks were my favorite."

"Oh trust me...I don't think anything could ruin these weeks for me. I get excited over the silliest things. The only thing that I hate is the anticipation...I'm so close to my due date, that I just want it to hurry up already."

"I was the same way," Kathy laughed. "Right before we had Kathleen, I drove Elliot nuts. My foot would go numb and I'd swear that I was in labor. I think I woke him up in the middle of the night atleast fifty times and forced him to take me to the hospital."

Becca laughed. "Why does that sound like something I would do?"

Kathy smiled, gathered her paperwork, and stood up. "I've gotta run some errands."

"Okay."

"The girls are still asleep, they're supposed to go to some skatepark downtown with some friends later. It's their little saturday thing...but, I'm gonna let Elliot decide if it's safe enough or not."

"Alright. I'll let him know."

"I'll be back sometime this evening," she grabbed her keys off the counter and turned towards the door.

"Be careful."

A few hours later, Elliot woke up to find Becca laying beside him with her laptop in her lap.

"Hey handsome," she smiled.

Elliot let out a groan and looked to his watch. "It's almost noon..."

"Yup."

"Why'd you let me sleep so late?"

"Because you were exhausted,"

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her type.

"Instant messaging my mom,"

"Oh." He sat up. "I'm sure she's furious about all this."

"So? When isn't she furious about every little thing that goes on in my life? Speaking of kids, Kathy said that the girls are supposed to go to the skatepark downtown, but she was gonna let you decide if it's safe enough for them to go."

"Absolutely not."

"I knew you'd say that," she made a face and closed her laptop, setting it down onto the end table. "Which is why I suggested to them to try to find something to do at home today."

"They'll live, it protects them in the long run," he said running his hands over the stubble that had grown on his face.

"They didn't seem to have a problem with it. They're downstairs watching tv." She moved onto her knees and crawled behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

"God, that feels good," he sighed.

She planted a kiss between his shoulder blades, then looped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

Elliot laced his fingers with hers and groaned, as she started kissing and nibbling at his neck. "I gotta get in the shower and then go to the station, maybe they've made some progress."

"Whoa, what are you doing here?" Munch sat down at his desk as Elliot walked through the door.

"To check in," Elliot replied. "Where is everybody?"

"Cragen's in his office. Olivia and Fin are in interogation."

"What case are you guys working on?"

"The Stabler one," he replied, jotting something down on the paperwork in his hands.

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "You guys have a suspect?"

"Yeah."

"Why the hell didn't you call me!"

"Because, Captain told us not to."

Elliot turned on his heel and moved to Cragen's office. He swung the door open, causing Cragen to jump.

"Elliot-"

"You have a suspect and didn't call me?"

"I didn't call you, because you need to be with your wife."

"I would of appreciated a call," Elliot growled. "Who's in questioning?"

"Gordon Rickett."

Elliot grit his teeth. "That bastard did this to my wife?"

"We don't know that for sure."

"Well then, what makes you think it?"

"He's been seen around your apartment building. He lives two floors up from that hardware store where all that stuff was bought."

Before Cragen could say anymore, Elliot stormed out of his office and headed towards the interogation room.

He swung the door open to find Gordon Rickett, a man that Elliot definetly had a past with. Elliot had tried for years to put him away for molesting and murdering little girls, before finally catching Rickett in the act.

Elliot leaned over the table in Rickett's face. "You fucking bastard. Did you get tired of hurting little girls, now you've moved up to hurting pregnant women?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Rickett spat.

Elliot moved around the table and grabbed Rickett by his shirt, throwing him against the wall. He moved his hand to Rickett's throat and held him against the wall.

"Elliot!" Olivia stood up. "Let him go!"

"You jumped my wife in an alleyway and tried to rape her, you sick son of a bitch!" Elliot yelled into his face.

Rickett merely laughed in Elliot's face. "You're wife was almost raped? That's hilarious."

Fin peeked his head around Elliot's shoulder. "How is that hilarious?"

"Mr. I'm A Big Bad Mean Detective, is finally seeing what it feels like to be a target. I think that's funny," Rickett replied.

Elliot shoved him against the wall and let him go. "You're sick."

"Just because some stupid bitch related to you go hurt, doesn't mean I did it." he said, straightening his shirt. "I'm not the only person in this world that hates you, Detective Stabler. Maybe if you didn't have such a bad temper, people would like you a little more."

Elliot got in his face once more. "Hey Gordon, maybe if you didn't rape and murder little girls, people would like you a little more," he growled. "Apparently, the prison that you were sent to isn't as good as Statesville."

"Why's that?"

"In Statesville, they would of cut your baby raping balls off and shoved them down your throat."

Rickett laughed once more. "If I were you, I'd be worrying more about who's trying to rape your babies."

Elliot drew back and punched him.

"Elliot!" Cragen snapped from the doorway. "Get a hold of yourself and go home!"

Elliot turned away and moved towards the door. "You're such a worthless pile of garbage, Rickett. Trust me, it won't be long until you're in prison again. I'll make sure of it."

"If I were you," Rickett started. "I'd rush home and make sure that your wife and kids are okay."