Disclaimer: They aren't mind…Dammit. Lol

Olivia had been at the hospital all day long racking her brain about what was going on with Kaden. She was worrying her head off and hadn't sat down since she entered the hospital. She couldn't stop thinking of all the harmful diseases in the world that he could have contracted and what she would have to do to save him. She was becoming more of a mother quicker than she had planned, but she was proud of herself for stepping up to the plate and handling whatever situation was thrown at her. Finally at six thirty, the doctor called out her name and waited for her to join him as they walked down a long narrow hallway.

"Doctor, please tell me what's going on," Olivia asked hesitantly.

"Detective…I don't know how to tell you this." The Doctor sighed. "Your son has Cellulitis. It's a spreading infection that starts off as a red swollen, tender area then gets bigger as time passes and the infection spreads. So far, your son has shown signs of chills in the middle of the night and a very high fever."

Olivia swallowed hard as she listened to the doctor tell her, her son's condition. "Is it treatable? Contagious? What could've caused it?"

The doctor took Olivia by the hand and sat her down, "Depending on how far along it is in its stage. We are running test as we speak, but Kaden went into shock and we almost lost him. It's not contagious and we don't know what caused it right now. I am requesting his medical records to see if it is from heredity or something another doctor missed."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her son may be dying and the doctors couldn't even tell her how he got the damn infection that could possibly be killing him. Nothing was going right and she didn't expect it would get any better. Olivia hadn't prepared herself for the inevitable. All she ever wanted was kids and someone to help her take care of them. She never thought about sickness, attitudes, and nightmares. Having children was starting to scare the shit out of Olivia and who could blame her.

Several hours passed and Olivia finally decided to leave the hospital and report back to the squad how her son was doing. Olivia looked at her phone and realized it was about to go dead as she headed for the double doors and out towards her car. Once inside, Olivia began to cry as her tears burned her eyes and began to stain her face. Shaking her head, she cranked the car but it cut right off her on. Olivia tried once more, but nothing happened. Why was her life a living hell she thought to herself. She threw her head back against the head rest and pulled out her almost dead cell and began to text Elliot. Ten minutes passed before she finally got a response back from Elliot telling her he was on his way.

Ten thirty came and Olivia couldn't be happier to see Elliot. She was tired, wore out, and exhausted and she wanted nothing but a hot shower and a warm bed to lie down on.

"Thanks, I don't know what happened," Olivia told her husband as she entered his SUV.

"No worries, I was leaving the precinct anyway. Little one here is worn out and Fin said he would check on your car tomorrow," Elliot informed his wife as he pulled off from the hospital.

Olivia sighed as she slumped down into the passenger seat. She was thankful for Elliot in so many ways; he always came through for when no one else would. She was so glad to call him her man.

"How was work, did Kasey give you any trouble," Olivia asked.

"No way." Elliot said. "They enjoyed her company…everyone's just worried about Kaden, how is he by the way?"

"Has an infection called Cellulitis. They don't know what stage it's in, but it's critical because he almost died when they were operating on him."

Elliot looked over at Olivia and his heart sank. Why of all people was she going through this he thought? Elliot continued to drive as he reached over and grasped Olivia's hand into his reassuring her everything would be ok. Elliot knew Olivia almost had everything she ever wanted, if only she could get it Elliot kept saying to himself.

They reached the house around eleven forty as they watched the last street light flicker off. Olivia peeled herself from the passenger's seat and went to get Kasey out of the back. As she began unhooking Kasey, Elliot shook his head at her and whispered he had her. Olivia did a cute nod and headed up the steps to open the door for her lover and the sleeping child that lay in his arms. As they entered the house, Olivia kicked off her shoes and began undressing dropping pieces of clothing as she headed for her room upstairs. Once she reached her door, the last thing she had on were her panties. She decided it was too much of a struggle to get those off as she decided to leave them on and just jump in her bed.

After Elliot had gotten Kasey situated and settled, he headed for his room as well. He was quite tired and knew he had to be strong for Olivia and new stepchild. Elliot entered his bedroom to find a very tiresome Olivia knocked out on top of the covers in just her underwear. Elliot couldn't help himself as he began to laugh at this funny site. Elliot walked on into the bathroom and decided he would wait until morning like his wife to get a bath. Elliot climbed into the bed as he situated himself comfortably in his spot. His eyes closed and heart at rest, Elliot tried to calm his wondering mind so he could fall asleep, but only concerned make him continue to stir. He was worried about Kaden, Kasey, and most of all Olivia. This was all new for her and Elliot knew his best friend and partner all too well. She never did good coping under pressure, so this was definitely difficult for her.

Not being able to sleep, Elliot got up and decided to take a cold shower to calm himself of the worry. Elliot let the water cascade down his hard, built body as he leant his head against the beige tiled tub. Elliot took a few deep breaths trying to release all of his anxiety so he could get a good nights' rest. Once out, he dried off and headed downstairs for a glad of water. As he headed down the steps, he saw Olivia's clothes scattered from the front door to the stairs as he began to pick them up and put them in the laundry room. Elliot finally made it into the kitchen as he fixed himself a tall glass of ice water. Finally he was starting to calm down and gain some composure. It was times like these Elliot wished he wasn't a part of.

What happens next? I'm going to push forward because I'm about to end this story and work on a new one that I am currently working on. Hope you guys enjoy. Reviews are always welcomed!