Cold sweat slicked a new trail down Elliot's neck as he took in the hidden meaning. John didn't have to explain any further. The perp was telling them he knew where they were, and that when he did come it would mean the death of Olivia and their child.

"Your beauty just blows me away every time I see you. I know you can't stop thinking of me, and I you. But don't worry Liv, I promise I'll come for you soon." John read aloud from the card, the words sounding innocent and sweet if you had no background information like they did.

"And he called her Liv," Elliot added, his brow wrinkled with concentration. I can't remember any perp ever calling Olivia anything other than Olivia or Detective Benson…"

"Well he obviously feels like he knows her & has some claim on her. From the letters & what he's sent us it looks like he doesn't know whether he wants to kill her or date her."

"This psycho, it's probably both."

"El?" Olivia's voice floated softly out of the room and he turned instantly to go to her.

Pausing slightly at the door he looked back, "keep TARU on that trace and give them the flowers. And to hell with IAB and 1PP…I'm doing what I need to do to keep her safe." And with that he disappeared into the room again.

He walked quickly over to the bed, searching her features for signs of pain. "What's wrong? I didn't hear the monitors go off."

"Nothing, nothing," Olivia was quick to soothe him. "I just heard yelling and raised voices…what could you guys be fighting about after all this?"

Exhausted and hazy from the drugs Olivia still didn't miss the flash that darkened his eyes slightly before he answered so she held a finger to his lips to stop him.

"And whatever answer comes out of your mouth better be the truth, Elliot. We…"she faltered slightly. "We WERE good partners because we were always honest with each other, we trusted each other…I'm scared to death and having a baby and I need so badly to know that you won't lie to me."

Elliot cursed softly before pressing his mouth urgently to hers. "You know that I would do anything to ever keep you from hurting."

"I know," she assured him – tracing over his tense jawline with her fingertips. "But you can't stick me in a bubble for the duration of my pregnancy or even after…"

"I can try, can't I?" a wry smile quirked up the corner of his lips before he sighed heavily again as he saw Olivia wasn't going to let this go.

"The press release about the explosion hasn't gone out yet, but you were sent an arrangement of Calla lilies & baby's breath accompanied by a note just a few minutes ago, it's our guy Olivia, telling us he knows where we are & that he can reach us."

Olivia nodded, she'd shed enough tears today. She wasn't going to waste any more on this freak. But nonetheless a shiver wracked through her at the thought he had even been in the same building as her, so close to her baby. But still she assured him she was fine.

An hour later it was only 9 o' clock but Elliot could see Olivia was fighting sleep. "Liv get some rest. The nurses said they wouldn't come back in tonight unless one of your monitors sounded or we called for them.

Elliot had pulled the tiny two seater couch over to the side of the bed so that he was between the door and Olivia. But still she couldn't stop the rising panic that filled her no matter how many times she told herself she was being stupid.

"Elliot?" a small, scared voice came from the bed and Elliot got up and walked around to the far side, climbing in behind her.

Olivia sighed with relief and pressed herself to him more tightly, craving the strong muscled warmth of his chest against her shivering body.

"Thank you," she whispered as his arms wrapped around her body so she felt safely cocooned. The top of his chin rested on top of her head and she fell asleep listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

Despite her ever growing size, Olivia felt so fragile in his arms – so delicate and feminine and vulnerable it scared him.

The baby kicked underneath his hand and he rubbed the spot where he'd felt the kick in gentle circles until he felt the movements slow and then stop as his daughter presumably had fallen asleep.

"Good night, my angel," he murmured as he closed his eyes to a sleepless night. "Both of you."

Elliot jolted awake the next morning when he heard Olivia's screams. His hand instantly went to Olivia's gun in the drawer beside him, but he let go of the piece when he realized there was no one else in the room.

Olivia tried to breathe, but the sobs that kept creeping up her throat, choked her & stole her breath. The fear that had caused her to bolt awake wracked through her body in shivers & Elliot held her tightly, rocking her back and forth gently until the sobs slowed to hiccups.

He put his hand on her belly, covering her own hands and she flinched as if she had just noticed he was there.

"You're okay, Olivia. You're okay, the baby's okay," he repeated in a soothing mantra, knowing it was what she needed to hear.

She gulped and nodded before leaning back into his chest. He chuckled lightly as he tucked her head under his chin. "Good morning."

But Olivia didn't meet his eyes, instead she just traced the same pattern with her fingers on her belly over and over again. "I can't go back to the apartment," she said softly.

"The doctors said they were going to release you today all being well. And her heart rate didn't dip once last night, it stayed steady," he assured her, not understanding.

"No, El," now she looked at him. "I – I can't go back to our apartment," she drew in a shaky breath. "I just can't now that I know he's been there and just how far he's willing to go to get to me. I can't go back there. I don't wanna have my baby around those memories, I."

As she continued, she got even more worked up & upset as everything hit her again. The trauma of yesterday's accident, Cragen throwing himself over her to save her life, how the perp had snaked his way into every part of her life.

And even the thought of packing up their things & listing and showing and selling the apartment and finding a new place to live was exhausting to the point of being utterly futile…especially if she listened to the doctor's advice and started to take it easier.

"Okay," Elliot said simply, turning her face towards his with his thumb and forefinger. "If you don't want to stay, we won't."

"But Elliot where would we go? You sold your place months ago & we can't afford to stay in hotels until we find another place and I want to be settled in before the baby's born." She chewed her lip fretfully until Elliot stole her lips again in a kiss.

"I have an idea. But you've just got to trust me, okay?" He took her hands in his and pressed his lips to the engagement ring on her left hand and she sighed, closing her eyes.

"You know you're the only person who could ever ask that of me," she smiled & exhaled deeply, glancing at the monitors out of the side of her eyes as she rubbed away a passing ache.

Her silence was more telling than words, and he gently hauled her into his arms and fell back into a lying down position.

"Are you going to be a good girl and rest while I go find the doctor?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, unable to be annoyed by his ordering her around when he was so adorable doing it and also ruefully unable to conceal the yawn that escaped her as she burrowed back down under the blankets. "Yes, detective…I mean nurse Stabler."

Still leaning over her, his hand stole beneath the covers and Olivia could feel the hot weight of his palm press down over one swollen breast. Even exhausted and scared as she was, her body still responded instantly to his touch.

"Arghh, you're going to be the death of me Olivia Benson," he joked wryly as he willed his own arousal fade.

But as he left the room, Olivia couldn't help pray with everything she had that she wouldn't be the cause for anyone's death, a hope that felt more and more unlikely as her stalker went further and further in his attempts to get to her.

Prepare for surprises & rising action people, it's getting close! Review to see what on earth Elliot has up his sleeve with Olivia now haunted by her apartment & it's memories. If they don't find something soon, Olivia just might be giving birth on the streets...but you know I'd never let that happen. HINT: Next chapter we find out why and where Elliot's been disappearing to with his 'secretive' job.

So review review review! They make me SO SO HAPPY!...& remind me to get my butt in gear writing the next chapter before you all eat me! :)