Hell Hath No Fury

by Chronicleofabutterfly

Detectives defy the NYPD in search of their Son and his kidnapper, will one detective go too far and loose everything, or will their marriage sustain them as Olivia's past seeks to dystroy their future one last time.

21. Chapter 21 Loss

Hell Hath No Fury

Chapter 21 Loss

A/N: I finally pulled myself back out of the bed and got working on this again. This chapter has an R rated for grown up themes. If you're under 18 blah blah blah. Once again, posted this at 130 in the morning so please don't go Grammar Nazi on me. LOL.

He held his wife's head in his lap, his hand splayed over her belly as he pleaded with her to stay with him, pleaded for her to keep fighting to stay awake. Her skin was far to pale, her body too cold for the summer temperature, "Stay with me, Olivia." He whispered in her ear, "Please stay with me, I can't do this by myself." He sobbed against her temple, her hand slowly grabbing his shirt in a weak fist.

"Something's…wrong." She muttered clenching her stomach, "Help me."

"They're coming right now." He assured her, "I see the lights, they're coming, Baby, just hold on."

"No more…No more Elliot, please." She murmured, "Can't."

"Yes you can!" he yelled at her, "Don't you dare give up!" he barked holding her face in his hands, "Open your eyes! Open them!" he yelled at her as her hand fell from his shirt, "No! No! You can't go!" he cried and looked over to the ambulance that had men fleeing from it, "HELP ME!" He yelled scooping her body up into his arms and running her to meet them.

"Right here." The paramedic pointed to the gurney and immediately strapped her in when Elliot laid her down, "What happened?" He asked as they started to rush her back to the ambulance.

Elliot jumped in the ambulance after they secured the gurney to the floor of the vehicle and began their assessment, "Thirty-seven-year-old Caucasian Female," Elliot forced him self to switch from husband to detective, "Collapsed after traumatic event. Approximately fourteen months pregnant. Twins."

Elliot watched his wife's clothing being cut away, sensors quickly being torn from her skin and replaced with new ones to feed off the paramedics machines, an oxygen mask placed over her face before an I.V. was plunged into her arm. Elliot watched in stunned horror as his wife's slacks were cut away, blood evident.

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"Will we have to pick him out of a line up?" Paul asked Casey as they continued to wait in the precinct oblivious to the fact that one of their best friends was being taken to the hospital, her life, as well as her babies' lives in danger.

"No." Casey shook her head, "Cragen told us who it was, and I already know what Ganzner looks like so my I.D. won't hold up in court, we'll have to wait and see what they want to do with you…do you think you could I.D. him?" She asked leaning forward on the desk.

Paul stared down at the picture of Elliot and Olivia on his desk, "I see his eyes every night I go to sleep."

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"Elliot!" Cragen struggled to catch his breath as he stepped off of the elevator and saw Elliot in the emergency room waiting area, "How is she?"

He stared down at the floor shaking his head side to side and crying silently, unable to speak or express what was happening to him in that moment.

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"Fin!" Casey chirped seeing him walk back into the bullpen, "Did you get him?"

Fin shook his head, "Yeah, we got him." He whispered still remembering the pale look of Olivia's face, "they're gonna hold him before questioning."

"Is that wise?" Casey furrowed her brow, "You can't hold him long, and we still need a confession or a slip up or-"

"He bit Mac." Fin told her matter of factly as he slipped into his seat, "That's assault and battery on a Police Officer, plus he pulled Mac's gun on him and hit him…Mac is pressing charges to guarantee he be held."

Casey tilted her head. This whole just-the-facts-ma'am routine wasn't Fin, there was usually a snide remark, a cheap shot or at least a smirk, "What aren't you telling us?"

Fin exhaled at met they're eyes, "Benson…collapsed on the tarmac, she's at the emergency room…it's not good."

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Minutes had created hours as Elliot sat in silence flanked by a concerned Captain, Casey and Paul, who had showed up with food, of which Elliot hadn't touched, nor had he offered a word as to Olivia's condition because the truth of the matter was, no one had told him, yet. His head would peak up every time the doors would open, a doctor would come out, and talk to another family in the waiting room.

Casey wrapped her arm around Elliot's shoulders and brought him close as Paul wrapped his arms around both of them. All three bound by the same tragedy, all three weeping for a friend whose life hung in the balance of doctor's that Elliot didn't trust.

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Olivia's eyes fluttered open only briefly, she could feel herself moan in her chest, she could see people hovering over her body, poking, prodding, touching, but she couldn't respond, her mouth wouldn't open to tell them that her son was still at school and needed to be picked up or he would panic. She needed to tell Elliot that Tripod was out of food and that there was a coupon for it in the clutter drawer. She needed to remind Sam not to bow his head in shame anymore, not to be scared of the water, and to remember to pivot when he executes kicks. She needed to tell Elliot she was sorry for running to the plane, she needed to tell him she loved him one last time, but all she could manage to feel, was a single tear roll down her cheek as her world faded back to black. She was dieing and the only thing worse than knowing that; was knowing her babies were dieing too.

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At three O'clock in the afternoon all that was told to Elliot was that there were complications. Of course there were complications; did you really expect Olivia Stabler to go easy on the doctors? Elliot smiled softly at the thought, knowing she was stubborn and hoping that she was willful enough to pull through this.

He needed to tell her that no one else really could tie his tie the way she did, no one else was capable of making the dinners that she did, laugh the was she laughed or touch him the way she did. He needed to tell her that, without her, he's reduced to nothing but a couple billion worthless cells incapable of function. He needed to tell her that he was sorry for yelling at her on the tarmac and that he loved her one last time.

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Sam exhaled and wrapped his hand around Alex's wrist tighter, "She's late…she's never late." He whispered.

"Sam," Alex ran her hand through his hair, "They're probably stuck in traffic, they're only ten minutes late." She assured him.

"She's in trouble." Sam whispered and immediately did the only thing he knew how to do in a time like this, "God," he whispered, standing on the steps of his school still unwilling to let go of Alex's hand, "Please protect my Mommy and my brother and sister."

Alex smiled at the sentiment and retrieved her cell phone, "How about we give you're mom a call huh?"

"Please."

Alex dialed Olivia's phone surprised at the voice on the other end, "Casey?" Alex furrowed her brow.

"Yeah, Alex?"

"Yeah." Alex responded slowly, her intestines starting to churn, no one ever answer's Olivia's phone except Elliot, "Hey, um, no one is here to pick up Sam, I was wondering if I should take him to the center…where's Olivia?" Alex listened carefully as Casey filled her in. She looked down at the little boy next to her and felt her heart break knowing she was going to have to take him to his father at a hospital where his mother was fighting for her life.

Alex closed the phone and tried to sound chipper, "Hey Sam?"

"Is she okay?"

"She…wasn't on the phone, it was Casey."

"Casey?" he asked in confusion.

"Yeah, hey, what do you say, we skip the center today, I'll call Mrs. Reynoso and tell her you're gonna come with me to pick Robert up form work…sound fun?"

Sam stilled immediately and took in a short ragged breath, "What's wrong with my Mom?" He asked point blank, "Was it the big case?"

"I don't know honey." She whispered unwilling to break his heart, "Come on," She took hold of his hand, "Let's go get Robert, huh?"

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"Mr. Stabler?"

"Yes." Elliot's head shot up as his body instantly stood in front of the doctor, "How is she? How's my wife and my babies?" he asked anxiously.

The doctor extended his arm to Elliot's shoulder and shook his head softly, "I need you to calm down."

Elliot swatted at the patronizing hand, "Don't tell me to calm down!" He barked, "I've been sitting in this waiting room without so much as an update for hours! Where is she?" He growled stepping closer to the doctor surprised to be pulled away by Robert as soon as he and Alex stepped off of the elevator with Sam in tow.

"Hey, hey." Robert stood in front of Elliot, "Alex just told me what's going on." Robert said maintaining a distance between the two men, "and you beating the life out of a doctor that is working on your wife isn't gonna help the situation."

Elliot exhaled and turned away, "I just want to see her." He whispered, "I just want to hold her."

"And you will." The doctor chimed back in, "I was asking you to remain calm because that's what she is gonna need from you in order to sustain those two babies."

Elliot looked up sharply, a grin tugging at his lips, "They made it?"

The doctor smiled, "Touch and go, scared us to death on the table a couple of times, but you're wife suddenly turned around and things leveled out... nothing short of a miracle." He explained, "The bleeding has been stopped and she's not experiencing anymore pain."

"She's awake?" Elliot asked nervously.

"She is." The doctor smiled, "We didn't tell you because we needed her to get completely relaxed, the babies heart rates are slightly abnormal, so we're gonna keep her over night until I'm more comfortable with their rhythms."

"Can I see her?" Elliot asked wiping the moisture from his eyes, "Please can I see her?" he begged.

"Mr. Stabler…walk with me, I'll take you to her."

"My son?" Elliot asked as Sam leaned against his leg and Alex took a seat next to Casey and Paul.

"Let's leave him with you're friends for now, he can come in, in a few minutes." The doctor informed him as he led him down the hall, "Mr. Stabler, I warned you about her stress levels."

"We had a huge case." He shook his head, "It…got to her, got to us." He whispered.

"Well," the doctor exhaled standing in front of what Elliot assumed was her room, "you get to be the one to tell her, that if I see her again for stress levels…I'll take her off of work completely until the babies are born…she doesn't leave the police precinct ever again…understand?"

"Excuse me?" Elliot furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Hey," The doctor shook his head, "I told you to keep her calm, I told you not to let her get stressed out, which I assumed you would realize meant, not taking her out on a case…you almost lost you're children and you're wife today, Mr. Stabler…what's more important? That hunk of metal on your hip or the woman you love, the woman who's bearing your children…you decide." He told him before walking away then stopping, "And by the way…I've seen you and you're wife far too many times in my emergency room, and you are the two must stubborn people I've seen." He smiled softly and continued walking away.

Elliot took a deep breath, wiped his eyes and walked quietly into the room, his wife laying motionless on the bed, eyes opened, gaze directed out the window starring at nothing and everything all at once, "Olivia?" he whispered making his way to her bedside and sitting softly on the mattress.

She remained silent as she gazed out the window, wires threaded here and there through her gown, the I.V. in her arm, an oxygen tube resting under her nose. He took her hand into his and rubbed his thumb over the back of it, "I love you." He whispered feeling her give him a gentle squeeze as a tear fell from her eye.

"Elliot?" She finally turned her face to him and began to cry as soon as their eyes met. He held her tightly, stroked her back and cried with her, "I didn't think I'd see you again, El." She whispered, "I felt like I was dieing…and I couldn't get to you."

"But you're here, with me." He whispered, "You got to me." He assured her, "I was so scared, Liv." He sniffled and held her tighter, not sure if he was rocking her in her brokenness or if she was rocking him in his. Whatever the situation was, they continued to hold tightly to each other until their tears dried and she had fallen asleep in his embrace.

Elliot lowered her gently back to the bed only to feel her stir and grab for him when he went to leave, "Please." She whispered, "Don't go."

He smiled softly, stroked her cheek gently and kissed her forehead, "I'm gonna get you a warmer blanket." He assured her, "And I have a certain nine year old who is having a heart attack because he doesn't know where you are."

She smiled weakly, "Will you bring him to me? I'd like to see him."

"My thoughts exactly." He smiled and departed returning shortly thereafter with a timid Sam in the new surroundings and a warm blanket that he spread over her body.

"Mom?" Sam whispered.

"Right here, Baby." She grinned as best she could and patted the side of the bed, "Come on up, Sam."

He paused for a moment feeling his way delicately along the bed, the railing and making contact with the tubing that led to her I.V. A sense of panic sweeping over his face, "Honey." She spoke soothingly, "Its medicine to help your sisters keep safe."

"Brother and Sister." He whispered his correction and still leaned his ribs into the bed.

"Want to sit with me, Sweat Pea?" she asked slightly nervous that he wasn't making a move to get on the bed.

Sam took a step back, and collided with Elliot's leg, "Where's Alex?"

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"Alex!" Sam called to her.

"Right here." She furrowed her brow and broke the conversation she was having with Casey, "What's wrong?"

"He's upset." Elliot informed them, "I don't think he likes Liv attached to the machines."

Sam sobbed and crawled his tiny frame into Alex's lap and framed her face with his hand, "I told you!" he cried out loud and hugged her neck tightly; "I told you Mommy was in bad trouble." He sniffled, "Now she has the wires with the medicine." He explained and cried harder into Alex neck.

Elliot exhaled, "Liv and the babies are good, they're gonna keep Liv over night to make sure she's relaxed."

Cragen stood to his feet, "Good, I'm happy to hear that. I need to get back down to the station, but keep me posted, huh?"

"Captain." Elliot took in a deep breath, held it and let it out.

"What?"

"The doctor doesn't want her leaving the precinct anymore…she's officially supposed to be glued to her desk chair."

"Oh, okay. For how long?" Cragen asked.

"Until the babies are born." Elliot muttered and walked away ignoring the stare he knew Cragen was giving him as he walked back.

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"Is Sam okay?" Olivia whispered as soon as Elliot had entered her hospital room.

"Yeah." Elliot assured her, "I don't think he likes you like this."

Olivia arched her brow and exhaled, "That makes two of us."

"Three of us." Elliot whispered sitting down next to her and exhaling, knowing, she was gonna flip her lid when he told her she'd be completely glued to her chair, no canvassing, nothing except the desk. He thought of a how he was gonna sell her on the idea, how she was gonna get to do so many things that she'd always wanted too but hadn't had the time due to the job.

"El? What's wrong?" She whispered covering his hand with hers.

"How could you be so careless?" What the hell did I just say? He blinked and stiffened, trying to determine if that actually had come out of his mouth. When her eyes narrowed at him, a sheen of unshed tears was evident as she pulled her hand away, and he knew it came out, it came out loud and clear, "Liv-" he tried to explain himself.

"You blame me?" She whispered quickly wiping a shed tear.

"No, that's not what I meant." He assured her.

"But that's what came out." She furrowed her brow at him and fought with the little strength she had at the moment to hold in her emotion.

"Liv-"

"When do we go back to work?" She asked starring at the foot of her bed, "When will they clear me? I have a mound of paperwork." Avoidance. She couldn't cry. She couldn't get upset. But she could avoid the subject.

He remained silent, he'd basically just shot her in her knee cap and was aiming for her heart next, "The doctor is…restricting you solely to your desk, no canvassing…it's all paperwork."

She exhaled and shook her head, "How long?"

Elliot swallowed and looked at her as she returned his stare; she was exhausted, angry, frustrated, and completely hurt by his former accusation, "Until the babies are born."

"What?" She narrowed her eyes, "That's five months."

"I know…you'll get to do-"

"Don't!" she snapped, "Don't even tell me how great it will be." She whispered, feeling her throat tighten with unexpressed emotion. She stared back at the foot of her bed and exhaled, "So, I'm not only a careless mother…I'm a worthless cop…nice."

"Liv," he whispered resting his hand on her abdomen, to which she quickly cast it away and turned on her side, her back towards him.

"Please leave."

He returned his hand to her body and rubbed softly, "Honey, please, that's not-"

She forcefully removed his hand, "Don't. Touch. Me." She barked and closed her eyes letting her tears fall silently, "Please…just go."

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"Where is everyone?" Elliot whispered sitting next to Alex, willing himself not to break down with the fact that he had added salt to his wife's emotional wound.

"Cragen went back to the station," Alex whispered, "Robert needed to get back to the house, he's got an early morning field trip tomorrow and Paul and Casey…well, I think they wanted to give you guys you're space." She assured him, "And this little guy," She smiled stroking Sam's hair as he slept in her lap, "knocked out about five minutes ago."

Elliot nodded almost unnoticeably and stared at the tile of the waiting room floor, "She's upset with me." He whispered standing to his feet and picking up his jacket.

"What? Why?" Alex furrowed her brow, "She's probably still in shock or som-"

"She asked me to leave the hospital room, she's crying and she's upset and she asked me to leave." He whispered and shook his head, "I'm gonna go…pick up some lunch or dinner for her, I can take Sam-"

"No." Alex smiled, "I'll watch him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep…that way it forces you back here…don't you dare leave her alone, Elliot, you'll crush her."

Elliot nodded again, and offered a pathetic smile, "I think I already did."

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Olivia remained on her side, back to the door as she cried silently. She herself couldn't understand why she ran out on the tarmac; she had hoped and prayed that Nick was somehow stupid enough to have taken Isaac with him. When Isaac wasn't listed on the manifest, nor was a toddler, she had still hoped against hope. She wiped her tears, tucked her hands between her thighs and cringed when the door opened.

"Elliot," she choked on his name. "I just need to be alone…please?" she whispered.

"Ma'am?" A deeper slightly younger voice filled the room. A voice that was familiar but she couldn't assign an identity to.

She rolled and tucked the blankets under her, not sure if she was properly covered or not, she turned and saw a young man still in SWAT issued pants and a SWAT tee shirt, "Can I help you?"

The man, perhaps in his late twenties, a perfect jar head hair cut, and pensive eyes stared back at her, "I'm…I…realize I shouldn't be here." He said clearing his voice, "But…I"

"Who are you?" Olivia narrowed her eyes and then it clicked in her mind that he was the SWAT member who had trained his weapon on her.

"I'm Adam Clippins assigned to SWAT." He told her still starring almost with a look of wonderment and dare she say awe on his face.

"What do you need?" She whispered in exhaustion.

He stared at her again and it was then that she noticed a thin sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. "You were doing your job." She assured him, "I ran out, don't question yourself."

"I don't believe in God." He whispered still looking at her.

She arched a brow, "My son would crème you." She smirked, "No offense, but is this like a confessional thing or something?"

"I pulled the trigger." He whispered and let a single tear fall unconcerned to be crying in front of a woman he didn't know.

"Excuse me?" Olivia tried to sit up but stopped when her exhausted muscles wouldn't let her.

He licked his lips and sat slowly on the chair, his gaze never breaking hers, "I had to see you." He whispered.

"Oookay." She drawled, "I'm confused, and frankly, you're making me nervous." She said reaching for the nurse's call button.

"Please." He whispered, "Hear me." He begged.

There was something disarming in his plea. She exhaled, "Okay."

"The order was shoot to kill, shoot at will." He whispered still starring at her, and if his unannounced presence didn't worry her, his unending stare did.

"That's what they told me." She whispered, "So?"

"I pulled the trigger the second you came into my sight." He whispered furrowing his brow.

She looked at him, the realization of what he was saying, hanging low in her belly, "Weapons jam." She whispered.

"Twice." He whispered, "I pulled it once, cleared it, and tried again…nothing happened."

"What are you telling me?" She asked suddenly realizing that the look he was giving her was indeed a look of marvel, but not for beauty or career points, he was marveling at the fact that she was…alive.

"You should be dead." He whispered as another tear fell, "I pulled that trigger, I'm a great shot… you should be dead."

"I'm not."

"Obviously…why?" he asked leaning in resting his forearms on his legs.

"I don't know." She whispered in shock, the gravity of the situation weighing heavy.

Adam swallowed and nodded slowly, still unable to tare his eyes from her, "My weapon was checked…no indication as to why it would have misfired, the technicians fired it on the range…it works perfectly, so why are you still alive?" he asked again.

'I can say a prayer for you.'

'Think it will help?'

'God always helps…just got to ask.'

'Please.'

'God, its Sam again…please don't let my Mommy die.

Olivia closed her eyes and smiled softly, opening them and releasing a tear, "My son…prayed for me this morning, apparently he and The Big Guy are pretty tight." She offered a weak laugh, "He called right before the plane landed, he was worried about me…prayed again." She whispered and looked out the window, "He's a good boy."

Adam stood to his feet, "I should go."

Olivia turned back to the door as he opened it, "Adam?" She called to him softly.

"Ma'am?"

"You said you didn't believe in God…is that still the case?"

Adam exhaled in thought, "You don't always see air, but…when the wind moves, you have no choice but to believe in it."

Olivia smiled softly, "Good to know."

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"Hey," Alex whispered into Sam's ear, "Wake up."

"Sleepy." He muttered back.

"You know what?" Alex smiled.

"What?" He groaned sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"The nurse brought us three ice cream sandwiches."

"Really?" He grinned, "Where are they?"

"In my hand…but there's a problem I need you to help me with." Alex informed him, they'd been sitting in the hard plastic chair, him sleeping in her lap with her head resting against the wall for the last hour when she managed to ask a nurse who was leaving at the end of her shift to please get the ice cream for her. She gladly obliged and Alex handed her the money and waited until the nurse got back.

"What problem? Let's eat the ice cream." He told her feeling for her hand and attempting to swipe one from her.

"Whoa, not so fast, Sneaky." She scolded him playfully, "You got to help me with the problem."

Sam exhaled, "What?"

"Well, there are two of us but three ice creams…who do you think we should give the other ice cream to?" She asked trying to convince him to go see his mother again.

"I could eat two, I'm nine now." He assured her.

"I'm sure you could." She laughed, "But, I think we should share it with someone, don't you?" she asked softer.

He sat back in the chair and let his feet dangle from the chair, Alex watched him, still never able to comprehend just how small the young boy was, "I don't want to see Mom." He whispered.

"Why?" she asked softly, "I know she'd like to see you."

"She's going to die." He whispered, "She will, the wires are different and now she has medicine."

"She's awake, and your Dad told me she was doing better, I'm positive she's not going to die Honey, and I know if you saw her, it would make her smile and you would know that what I'm telling you is the truth." She assured him.

Sam furrowed his brows and rubbed his hands forward and back through his hair, "I think I hurt her feelings." He whispered, "Will she want to see me still?"

"As much as you want this ice cream." She smiled and then grinned when he took hold of her elbow to be led into the hospital room.

"Olivia?" Alex opened the door slowly and saw Olivia paw away tears quickly, and force a small smile.

"Alex, Hi." Olivia whispered, "Please, come in."

Alex smiled and then brought Sam into Olivia's sight, "I thought you might like to have a little ice cream party."

Olivia's smile turned genuine seeing her son at the corner of the bed, she looked at Alex, a silent conversation between the two women, Olivia thanking Alex for bringing Sam, for knowing that she needed this small comfort. "Hey, Handsome!" Olivia struggled for a stronger voice, but the exhaustion of the day was slowly taking over, "Want to sit on the bed with me?"

Sam remained quiet but slowly and carefully made his way onto the bed, "You don't feel so well, Mom?"

Olivia exhaled and wrapped her arm around his tiny shoulder, "I wasn't feeling very well, and I was really super sick when the doctor's were taking care of me, but, do you want to know something?"

"What?" He whispered nuzzling his body closer to hers.

"I think your prayer really worked." She smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek, knowing that something had changed in an instant on the examination table. She'd blacked out, couldn't hear or feel anything and then suddenly she was fine and the doctor was scratching his head telling her she was the most obstinate woman he'd ever seen.

Sam raised his head from her shoulder and kissed her cheek, " 'Course it worked, Mom, He's God, He loves us."

Olivia grinned and kissed her son back, "Want to know how cool this bed is?"

"Yeah, yeah." He shook his head as Alex watched with a tender smile at the scene before her.

Olivia put his tiny hand over the controller, "Push this button and we can sit up." She told him and then watched his face light up as the bed started to move them into a sitting position, "Okay, that's good." She smiled, "Come here." She whispered and pulled him close to her so that they could talk with one another.

Alex, sensing they would be just fine together quietly walked to the bed and placed the three ice creams on the tray, sliding it closer to the bed and motioning with her hands to Olivia that she'd be in the hall and that Sam could have her ice cream. She winked at Olivia and left the room.

"Want an ice crème?" Olivia asked as she unwrapped it for him and placed it in his hand.

"Thank you." He grinned and sat back in his mother's embrace as they ate their ice creams.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" He asked trailing his tongue along the edges of the ice cream sandwich and frowning, "What's this?" he asked holding it to Olivia, "It taste different."

"It's Neapolitan," she explained, "The bottom flavor is chocolate, then its strawberry then vanilla."

"Do I like Napoleon?" He asked.

Olivia tilted her head unable to understand how a boy couldn't know his own likes and dislikes when it came to food, "It's Neapolitan and…you tell me, honey."

He smiled and ran his tongue along the ice cream again, "Yeah." He giggled.

"Sam, what do you think about today?" She asked broaching the subject as lightly as possible.

"School…made my tummy hurt." He whispered taking another slow lick of the ice cream, "but Alex helped me and brought me here."

"Did you're tummy hurt because you were worried about me?" she asked him as she stroked his hair softly. He nodded his head in agreement and took a bite of the ice cream, and then another.

"I'm okay, Sam, I really am…I'm sitting up, I'm talking to you and I'm eating ice cream with you." She assured him, "I'm okay, Honey."

"Mom?" Sam mumbled around his last bite of his ice cream.

"Yeah, Baby?" she smiled at the perfect mess that he was, with an ice cream circle around his lips, and chocolate fingertips.

"Can you help me with a problem?"

Olivia furrowed her brow, "Okay…what is it?"

He smiled sneakily, "There are two of us, and there were three ice creams…who get's the last one?"

She laughed out loud for the first time that day. She tilted her head back and simply laughed at his innocence, at his blameless greed for this one food, she stretched, wincing at the soreness of her body but finally retrieving the last much softer ice creamed and unwrapping it for him, "You do, Sweet Boy." She whispered placing it in his hand and watching him break it in half, melted drops of ice crème landing on his cargo pants and dripping down his arms, neither one of them cared when he handed her the sloppy and currently melted half.

"Sharing is good." He told her and leaned back in her arms to finish his ice cream.

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Olivia continued to stroke Sam's hair as he slept against her, snuggled tightly against her body, his tiny hand weaved with hers. Sticky ice cream remnant keeping them held together. She wanted Elliot to come in, she wanted to talk with him, tell him, she didn't mean what she'd said, she wanted him there with her, but what he said had stung, there was no way she could spin that remark to make it hurt less.

Olivia exhaled, kissed Sam's head gently and was just about to give into some much needed sleep when the door opened, "Olivia?" Alex called in.

"Alex," she whispered, "come in, you've been out there this whole time?"

"I told you I would be." Alex whispered back noticing Sam asleep in the safety of his Mother.

"You should go; I know you don't like to be away from Robert." Olivia encouraged her.

"No, I called him when I was in the hall…don't worry, Olivia, I'm not going anywhere." Alex assured her and slouched in her chair, "He looks like a happy little boy."

"Ice crème always does the trick for him." Olivia smiled faintly.

"What's up?" Alex asked leaning forward so she could speak softly and let Sam sleep.

"Where's Elliot?" Olivia asked with a sheen of wetness covering her tired eyes, "It's been a few hours."

"He went to go pick up some food for you." Alex assured her, "He probably went to your house to get things ready…the doctor read him the riot act."

Olivia smirked, "I always get him into trouble."

"Something you want to talk about?" Alex prodded, "Elliot was pretty upset when he left…I'm all ears if you need to get somethi-"

"I told him to leave." Olivia closed her eyes at the recent memory of his voice breaking in an effort to apologize and explain himself.

"Can I ask why?" Alex asked standing to her feet and pouring a glass of water form the pitcher on the tray for her. She pulled a few Kleenexes from the box and dampened them slightly as Olivia spoke.

"He said something that…got under my skin, then told me I can't do canvassing or interviewing, it's all paperwork for months now." She groaned and offered a look of confusion when Alex offered the damp tissue.

"You've got chocolate on your face." Alex smiled and referenced her own face to tell Olivia the location.

Olivia rolled her eyes and smirked as she wiped herself clean and peered down at her son's face, "I'm not even gonna attempt that, you'd need Brawny himself to clean that face." She chuckled and took a sip of the water Alex handed her in exchange for the used tissue, "Mmm, so good." Olivia exhaled and closed her eyes as she leaned back. "Do you think I'm a careless mother?" she asked point blank confident that Sam was dead to his surroundings.

Alex furrowed her brow and sat down, "Did Elliot accuse you of that?" Cause Robert and I will kill him with our bare hands if he did..

"He asked me how I could be so careless as to sprint across that tarmac and almost risk getting shot and hurting the babies." Olivia shook her head at what the SWAT member had told her just after Elliot left.

Alex chuckled and shook her head, "Men are the most inarticulate specie I've come across."

Olivia furrowed her brow, "Huh?"

"Yesterday," Alex blushed, "the apartment upstairs from us, sprung a leak that came down into our apartment, long story short, I heard one of the light bulbs in our bathroom literally sizzle and I couldn't get the switch to shut off, so me, in all my law school brilliance, decided to stand on a step stool and unscrew the bulb…shocked the hell out of me." She chuckled, "Hurt too."

"Alex! Are you okay?" Olivia asked in concern.

"I'm fine, got glass in my hand when the bulb exploded. I had to wait for him to get home to take the glass out, I don't think I've seen him so angry and concerned at the same time, and of course, when I explained what had happened, he freaked out, panicked and in all of his male genius asked me how I could be so careless to put myself in danger…like I would have done it anyway if I knew it was gonna explode and shock me."

Olivia smiled softly, "Moral of the story?"

"If you look behind Elliot's words, you'll find concern not condemnation." Alex assured her.

"Do you make this stuff up or does it really happen?" Olivia asked playfully.

"Does it help?" Alex responded.

Olivia exhaled, "If I didn't have you and Casey, to help me see things differently, I'm not sure how I'd fair at marriage…where is Elliot?" she whispered.

"He'll come soon." Alex smiled and adjusted her glasses and for the first time since she'd been talking to Alex, she saw a tiny burn and some cuts on her hand.

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

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"I understand that it's past you're visiting hours." Elliot exhaled, "I'm not here as a visitor, I need to question the inmate." Elliot barked pulling out his badge.

"I'm sorry Detective," the young rookie shook his head and pointed at the computer screen that Elliot couldn't see. "it says right here that he is not allowed visitors."

"For the tenth time!" Elliot barked, "I'm not a visitor!"

"Visitor implies anyone other than his attorney." The rookie replied leveling his eyes at Elliot's unconcerned with Elliot's frustration.

"Fine," Elliot decided to take a different route and pulled his note pad out, "Name and badge number?"

"Excuse me?"

"What?" Elliot shook his head, "Am I not speaking English? What's your name and badge number?"

"For what?"

"Well," Elliot eyed him, "When I go back to my Captain and tell him that some pencil pushing rookie wouldn't let me question my suspect, I'd like to have a name so I know what to put on the grave marker."

"Who's you're captain?" The rookie asked searching for information in the computer.

"Cragen, of the one-six."

The rookie nodded his head, "He's the one that made the directive…I suppose, I could let you in."

Elliot smiled, "Great."

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"You detective Stabler?" A corrections officer asked as Elliot approached the small room to question the inmate.

"Yes."

"I'm Sergeant, Hammond." He said shaking Elliot's hand, "The scuttlebutt is that this guy had it in for you, huh?"

"Scuttlebutt got around already?" Elliot asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, he's in there, I'm supposed to be in there with him. He's uncuffed." Hammond looked at Elliot, conveying a message in absolute silence. A message that Elliot understood loud and clear.

"Yet, your not gonna be in there?"

Hammond smiled and turned around to leave, "I have to piss." Elliot looked at the door, his hand on the door knob, his heart pumping pure hate through his body as he opened it and closed it softly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nick asked standing to his feet, in the perfect shade of convict orange.

"Sit down." Elliot whispered.

"You can go f-"

Elliot closed the gap between the tow of them will a furious punch to Ganzner's gut watching the man double over to catch his breath, to which Elliot simply grabbed a fist full of his hair in his hand, yanked his face up and back-handed him with such intensity that Elliot could feel strands of hair still twined in his fingertips, but nothing could stop him, not even the blood coming from Ganzner's lip. "When I tell you to sit down." Elliot spoke calmly as he yanked him to his feet and slammed him into a seat, "You sit." He whispered in his ear and then smiled, "Or I will kill you."

Elliot backed off and sat in the chair on the other side of the table, "Where's my son?"

"Bite me." Ganzner gasped for air.

Elliot narrowed his vision on the pathetic creature in front of him, tilted his head to one side and stood to his feet shoving the table with his foot directly into Ganzner's chest and effectively pinning him against the brick wall, "Wrong answer." Elliot seethed, "Let's try that again…where's my son?"

Ganzner struggled for breath trying to push back the table with a casted wrist and already tired body, "You're too late." He gasped and laughed, "You're too late." He taunted.

Elliot searched the man's face, "What's that supposed to mean."

"It means, you're too late." Ganzner laughed then cringed when Elliot reached across the table and grabbed at the cast raising it and bashing it into the table causing him to yell out.

"Be specific." Elliot told him grabbing his mouth in his free hand and holding his face in front of his, "What's it mean?" When there was no response Elliot bashed his wrist again and then again until he thought it was very possible Nick would cry…and he bashed it a third time, "What's it mean!" he barked.

"You kill me and you'll never know." Nick muttered, his blood splattering here and there just as the door to the room opened.

"Longest restroom line I've ever seen." Hammond chirped and looked at Nick, "Whoa, looks like a rival gang got a hold of him."

Elliot scrubbed his hands over his face and made his way out of the room.

"I want to file a complaint!" Ganzner yelled as soon as he was alone with the Correctional Officer.

"For what?" Hammond asked cuffing him as he would any other prisoner.

"For what?" Nick yelled incredulously, "Are you blind?"

"No," Hammond smiled and steeped so they were inches from each other's face, "Not at all…I saw those two prisoners jump you…that's why I rushed over here as fast as I could." He smirked.

Nick's eyes went wide in horror, "You're a liar, you saw him beat me up, you set it up!"

"Maybe." The officer whispered low, "But you'll never say that…unless of course you want to shower with the 'C' Yard population, you know, the gays and rapists…I'll let you decide, but let me tell you something, the only thing worse than a queer in prison…is a snitch."

"You wouldn't do that…you'd loose your pension."

"If, I get caught." Hammond smiled, "See, if you rat me out, I've got connections within these walls that you don't even understand…you'll be dead by morning, and if you say that you were beat up by an outstanding officer of the law," he added facetiously, " then I'll put you in 'C' yard…anyway you look at it, you're dead in the morning." Hammond reached up and grabbed Nicks chin playfully, "What's it gonna be, huh? How are we gonna explain these nasty boo boo's?"

Nick stared at the officer, breathing ragged as he began to realize just what was happening to him, he swallowed hard, "I…I wasn't paying attention, and…I um…fell off of my bunk."

Hammond grinned and slapped Nick's face lightheartedly, "You're brilliant."

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"Hey," Elliot whispered, "Wake up, Alex." He said shaking her body gently and watching her stir into wakefulness, clutching her neck and groaning, "Looks like you slept in the chair, huh?"

"You're a real Sherlock Holmes, you know that?" She muttered in irritation, "Where have you been? Olivia's been asking for you, she thinks you're upset with her." She whispered as the nurses walked passed her.

"I had to take care of something and I picked up dinner for her." He said pointing to the paper sack in his hand, "Sam?"

"Sleeping in the bed with Olivia…you're a jerk you know that?" Alex said standing to her feet, "That woman loves you more than anything in this world, and I'm not exactly sure what went on between you two, but she is hurting, so you better swallow that macho bull crap and go to her!" Alex snapped, not willing to tell him she knew exactly what happened, "She almost died today Elliot!" Alex reminded him and then lowered her voice and spoke compassionately, "Look, I know you are stressed out right now, but you need to be there for her, she's you're wife, she comes first."

"She told you?" Elliot asked softly.

Alex exhaled, "She didn't have too…it's written all over her face."

"I'm a jerk."

"We've established that Stabler, so, fix it."

Elliot smiled, "Thanks for the gentle prod."

Alex winked and picked up her purse, "Anytime."

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Elliot padded lightly into the hospital room to see Olivia on her side, one hand holding Sam close, the other splayed over his tiny torso, both sound asleep. He unpacked the food he bought from Angelo's and placed it on her tray stand and quietly pulled up a chair and watched her sleep with his son. Protective of him even in her sleep. Sam's hand over Olivia's, his love for her evident even in his sleep.

Elliot hung his head low, ashamed for what he had said to her, utterly embarrassed for having treated her with such disrespect. He covered his face with his hands, wept silently, at the thought of loosing his babies, his wife, at never finding Isaac and raising Sam by his self. The weight and pain of the last year suddenly catching up to him with a pain, he wasn't sure if he could handle, and just when he thought the only way out of the pain was to flee the room-

"Elliot?" She whispered softly, carefully untangling Sam's body from hers and turning to face him, "El?"

"Hey." He whispered, swallowing emotion and wiping away evidence, "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly well, actually." She smiled softly and extended her hand to him, "Thank you for coming back." She whispered squeezing his hand, "I didn't want to go to sleep tonight angry with each other."

"I'm not angry at you." He assured her raising her hand to his face and kissing it softly before touching his cheek to it, "I'm so sorry for what I said…you have to know that's not what I meant." He pleaded, "I'm so sor-"

"It's okay," She assured him, "I think we were both still in a little shock, huh?"

"I'm a jerk." He confessed, "I just…I…thinking about loosing all of you, scared the crap out of me."

Olivia smiled softly, "Kiss me."

He blushed, "What?"

"Kiss me."

He smiled and leaned over her body, "What's with all the requests to be kissed lately?"

"Kiss me." She whispered resting her hand on the back of his neck, "and then just admit it."

"Admit what?" he furrowed his brow.

"That you're an inarticulate species." She whispered and pulled his lips to hers, a kiss entirely gentle, layered with forgiveness between the two, desire for one another and a passion between them that no one else could hold a flame to. "Thank you." She whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth after separating.

He smiled, "I admit it, I'm an inarticulate species…but, I don't think it's possible to be more deeply in love with you than I already am."

She sniffled, kissed him again and smiled softly, "You know…if it wasn't for my current situation, I'd make love to you right now."

He grinned, "And I'd take you up on it." He whispered kissing her softly on the corner of her mouth and letting her lean back to her pillow, "Hungry?"

"Mmm, yeah." She grinned, "hospital food in terrible."

He brought the tray to her and handed her a fork, "Angelo's."

"Really?" She beamed, "Man, I haven't had Angelo's since…Casey and Paul, and we didn't even eat then."

He laughed softly as she reached for her food, he rubbed her belly, "Boys okay?"

She smiled around a breadstick, "Girls are fine…doctor said…miracle."

Elliot looked passed her at the sleeping boy still nestled next to her, "Do you think he…do you think that somehow God told him, or he somehow sensed it?"

Olivia licked her lips and weaved her fingers into Elliot's, "Absolutely."

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"What did you do?" Fin smacked his lips as a very late Elliot sat in his chair.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cap's on a war path." Mac chimed in, "And if it was one of us, we'd have been spanked already, how's you're wife?"

"Olivia is finally at home resting." He assured them, "Didn't even wake up when Sam and I left."

"That explains that tie then." Fin joked.

"Funny." Elliot groaned, "I forgot to have Sam tie it, and it's all crooked."

"Wait," Mac laughed, "You really can't tie a tie?"

Elliot groaned, "I can tie a damn tie."

"Just not good." Fin smiled.

"STABLER!" Cragen barked opening his office door as if he were some character from a show about nothing. "GET IN HERE!" he growled pointing at Elliot.

"Told you it was you." Mac arched his brow and both he and Fin stepped away as if Elliot had suddenly become toxic.

"Pay up." Fin told Mac as he extended his palm.

"How do you figure?" Mac furrowed his bro.

"I bet you Stabler was gonna get creamed, he's getting creamed."

"How do you know? Maybe Cragen is just venting."

Fin smiled and wiggled his fingers, "I've been here a long time…Elliot's dead."

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"Cap?" Elliot asked shutting the door and subsequently encasing himself in the office with a pacing and very angry Cragen.

Cragen forced himself to speak calmly, "For the sake of me not taking your badge and gun right now, how is Olivia?"

Elliot furrowed his brow, "She's good, she's getting rest, is eating a lot, talking…although I think there's things she 's holding out on but I thi-"

"Can you explain to me how you thought it would be a good idea to go to the combs and question Ganzner."

The color drained from Elliot's face, but he remained standing, "He has my son."

"Do we know that?" Cragen asked, "Do we know that without a shadow of a doubt? Because I'd be the first one to cut his arms off and beat him with them if that were the case…what the hell were you thinking Elliot?"

Elliot furrowed his brow and bit his lip trying not to yell, "I was thinking…it's been too long since I held my son."

Cragen exhaled and scrubbed his hands over his face, "You're off the case."

"What!" Elliot barked, "You can't do that!"

"I can, and I will!" Cragen barked, "Fin and Mac, are good at what they do!"

"He's MY SON!"

"And I'm sorry!" Cragen shouted and immediately lowered his voice, "I'm sorry Elliot, but, you can't walk in a beat a suspect, you're lucky he's sticking to some ridiculous story about falling off his bunk."

"Then how did you find out?"

Cragen exhaled, "Sign in log Elliot, if you're gonna do something like that, you don't sign in for crying out loud."

"He wouldn't let me in otherwise."

"You messed up." Cragen spoke softly, "And I would have done the same exact thing you did which is why I'm not disciplining you-"

"You're just taking me off of my son's case." Elliot scoffed.

Cragen barked out, "Look! If you ever want to see you're son then you need to let us handle this or IAB is gonna be up our asses like an over zealous proctologist, do you understand what I'm saying? You're too damn close to this…let us help you."

"You'll keep us in the loop?" Elliot whispered in defeat.

"The minute something happens we call you."

Elliot nodded his head in agreement, "Fine." He whispered, "But just so we're clear…if I'd wanted to kill him-"

"You would have…I know."

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"Liv, were home!" Elliot called into the house with Sam in tow. When there was no response Elliot helped Sam with his back pack, "Snack or nap?"

"Nap." Sam smiled, "Unless I could have an ice cream?"

"Fat chance buddy, you're mom would kill me if I let you spoil you're supper."

Sam furrowed his brow in disappointment, "Okay."

"I'll wake you up so we can hit the homework huh?"

"Okay." He agreed and let his dog in as he went to his room.

Elliot attempted to loosen his tie but seemed only to get the incorrect knot tighter, which meant he would either have to cut it off or admit to Olivia that he couldn't get himself dressed without her or Sam. "Pathetic Stabler." He muttered and then stopped at the door to the master bedroom, watching Olivia sleeping quietly, peacefully, a small smile on her lips, her hand over her abdomen, hair covering her eyes. He grinned at the sight, and was going to wake her up but decided she needed her sleep.

He fought with the tie until he simply gave up and decided he would cut it off later. He carefully removed his dress shirt and opted to stay in his undershirt out of pure fear he would manage to choke himself trying to take the shirt off around the tie. He changed his slacks for a pair of board shorts and smiled when he noticed she hadn't put the monitor on. She hated it he knew but it had to be done and he would.

He repeated the process from just the other night and softly applied the sensors and turned on the monitor. "You are trying to torture me aren't you?" She muttered.

"Nope." He grinned watching her wake up, "Just trying to keep my three favorite girls safe."

"El, you got to pick a sex and stay with it." She laughed and opened her eyes slowly, "You're confusing me."

"Where's the fun in that?" he teased and kissed her cheek, "How did you sleep?"

"I've been asleep all day." She grinned and rested her hand on his thigh, "And I loved it."

He chuckled, "Sam got an 'A' on his science test."

"Really?" She beamed, "That's great, we'll have to make a big deal about it."

"He memorized a lot of stuff for that test." Elliot informed her as he stretched along side of her. "How have you been doing…with the nightmares?"

She smiled softly and nuzzled closer to him, "Good, few and far between I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yeah…they're there, just…not every night like they were."

He kissed her head gently, "I'm glad they're getting better."

"Elliot?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to make love to you." She whispered pulling him to her by his tie that he had tried to hide in his shirt.

He smiled, willingly going to her and kissing her passionately on mouth, his hand in her hair, her chest against his, "It's been awhile." He whispered rubbing his hand along her leg, "And I really want to make love to you…but, I'm pretty sure it will raise your heart beat."

She smiled against his mouth, "Are you turning me down?"

"For your own benefit and reluctantly I might add." He smiled, "But, I can't tell you how happy you make me when you tell me that." He smiled and draped his leg over hers pulling her tight against him.

She gasped softly and caught herself blushing, feeling his erection against her belly, "I can't believe you're teasing me like this." She whispered.

He kissed and tongued her neck, making his way to her mouth and tracing her lips seductively with the tip of his tongue, "Believe me when I tell you, I don't want to be teasing you, and I'd rather be taking you into ecstasy." He whispered letting his five O'clock shadow rub against her cheek.

She smiled at the cheek to cheek sensation, lips parting as her head rolled back at his touch, "You better not start something you're not gonna finish, Stabler."

He smiled against her skin and pulled back, "What would you like me to cook you for dinner?"

She giggled, "You're cooking?"

"Yeah, I got this new recipe, I want to try out."

"Oh." She whispered. She smiled to herself knowing he was trying to hold down household chores, a job, her delicate situation and Sam, he deserved much more than a kiss, much more than a tease.

He sat up, placed his feet on the cool of the floor, his back to her, "Want me to surprise you?"

She kneeled behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders and kissing his neck gently, trailing her tongue along the expanse of flesh, "I think the question is," she whispered taking hold of the tie and loosing the knot, "do you want me to surprise you?"

He smiled as her mouth caressed his neck, her hands softly making their way along his chest and abs taking hold of the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head before her lips started a trail along his spine. "Liv…we can't."

She nibbled softly on his ear lobe, "No. I can't." she corrected, untying the draw string to his board shorts.

"Liv-"

"Shh, I can't…you can." She whispered in his ear and slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts, "Let me do this for you."

"Liv, I want you to have fun too and-"

"This is fun for me." She assured him kissing his neck and stroking him gently, her tongue caressing his neck as he leaned back on her shoulder sighing in pleasure.

"Your hands are amazing." He whispered.

She smiled and withdrew her hand painfully slow he covered it with his own, "Don't stop." He groaned.

She chuckled seductively, "Wasn't planning on it." She whispered kissing his ear again and repositioning herself to the side of him, pushing him gently back. She straddled him, a seductive stare and sexy mouth as he crab walked to the head on the bed and she slowly and teasingly made her way back to his body, to his chest and mouth.

He started to make his way up her shirt to which she removed his hand softly and shook her head, "Don't tempt me." She whispered bending her body to his and kissing his mouth, biting softly at his lip, his body swelling under her. "You're an amazing man." She whispered moving further down towards his knees.

He laughed, "Your intending on killing me tonight aren't you?"

She smirked seductively and sunk her nails into his chest, raking them down his body and smiling as he hissed in air, arched his back and groaned her name. She kissed the bright red streaks soothing his skin until she reached his mouth again, "You like that?"

He chuckled, eyes bright, "Yeah."

"I have something else in mind." She whispered keeping her gaze on his as she finished untying his shorts and slowly removed the fabric, his hips arching as she removed them. His erection dancing happily in its freedom.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his breath hitching as her body rubbed over him.

She lowered her lips to his ear, her hands weaved with his, pinning them to his side, as she whispered, "I want you to cum inside of me."

He grinned, "Liv," he raised his head and kissed her mouth softly, "We agreed that you couldn't make love right now." He swallowed hard as she backed slightly and rubbed her cotton clad bottom against his shaft.

She smiled and kissed his chest trailing a wicked path down his body, kissing his belly button and looking up at him, "Who said anything about making love to me?" she asked bending lower and squeezing his hands softly as she took him into her mouth.

"Liv." His voice shrieked in a way she hadn't heard before. She smiled around him and lightly raked her teeth over him causing him to arch and hiss, "Liv, we haven't…we haven't discussed this."

She applied firmer manipulation as she let him slip from her mouth, his erection rubbing against her body as she made her way back to his face resting on her forearm and continuing to stroke him, "What did you want to talk about?" She whispered huskily.

His eyes clamped shut, his neck arching trying to contain himself, "I just…are you sure you want to do this?"

She kissed him again, moaning against him, before crawling backwards letting her hair fall and tickle his abdomen, as she kissed his naval and journeyed lower, a delicate kiss before she looked back at him, his weight rested on his elbow, head hanging back, "I'm sure." She whispered and kissed his tip softly before taking him back into her mouth.

She cradled his sac softly; a delicate caress and playful come hither motion, his moans spurring her on in her suddenly brazen confidence. "Olivia." He whispered her name for the sake of hearing it fall from his own mouth, as she ran her fingernails along his thighs. He gently thrust into her mouth, his hands caressing her face as she moved over him. "You're beautiful, Liv." He whispered arching his hips off of the mattress and groaning, "I'm close." He whispered into the atmosphere, she applied more intensity, moving faster and deeper hearing him groan and dig his fingers into her shoulders, "Tell me if you don't want to." He ground out through a clenched jaw.

She reached up keeping him in the warmth of her mouth as she raked her fingernails across his chest and down his arms lacing her fingers with his.

He panted heavily, sweat coating his body, "I'm coming." he moaned, "Tell me if-"

She squeezed his hands in her own, giving her consent for his release, he screamed out, unable to control it as she took him for everything he had. He squirmed trying for the first time since they'd been married to get away from the intense pleasure she was inflicting on his body. She made it a point to graze him gently with her teeth as she sat up and looked at him wiping the corners of her mouth and smiling.

He panted and grinned as she lowered her lips to his kissing him, allowing him to taste himself in a delicate mixture of each other; she rubbed over his already sensitive body and watched him hiss in a combination of pain and pleasure. She smiled in victory and laid to the side of him nuzzling close as he embraced her, "Surprise." She whispered.

He chuckled, "Definitely…what's gotten into you?"

She laughed softly and raised her face to him, "Hey, did that qualify as a little bit dirty?"

He blushed intensely and pushed her hair behind her ear, "Do you think it did?"

"Yeah," She grinned, "In my own way, though."

He closed his eyes and kissed her playfully, "You're an amazing creature."

"El?"

"Liv?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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One week after Elliot had been removed from the case, he had managed to convince Olivia that it was for the right reasons. Sam was enrolled in the summer session of school after much debate as to weather or not they were pushing him too hard to catch up to the other students. Today however, Olivia wished she were back at home playing with Sam, or watching a movie with Elliot, instead of sitting in an observation room with her husband flanked by Casey and Cragen and starring in silence at Nick Ganzner on the other side.

"What happened to his face?" Olivia muttered.

"He fell out of his rack." Cragen answered looking at Elliot and then back at Ganzner, "We got him on assault of a police officer, one year in county. Mac and Fin are getting ready to do the interrogation we're just waiting on the ADA."

"Who is it?" Olivia asked clutching Elliot's hand as they both continued to stare at the only person that could lead them to their son, alive…or dead.

"ADA Panzarilla." Casey whispered stepping up to the glass to get a better view of the man sitting in handcuffs.

"I hear he's ruthless." Elliot muttered.

"Which is why I asked for him." Casey responded, neither person in the group making eye contact with one another.

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"Nick Ganzner?" Fin asked walking into the interrogation room.

"Looks that way." Nick responded with a smirk.

"Want a soda?" Fin asked sitting down and placing the file to the side of them.

"So you can get my DNA?" Nick grinned, "I don't think so."

"Hey," Fin raised his hands, "I'm trying to be a nice guy here, I don't know why they're busting you're balls, I mean your successfully, your good looking, why would you steal a kid…let alone a cop's kid? Just doesn't make sense if you ask me." Fin exhaled and opened the file, "But I got to come in here and ask these ridiculous questions 'cause some punk cops can't accept the fact that their son is dead." He shook his head, "Piss poor if you ask me." Fin wanted to shoot himself for having to come at the interrogation form this angle of making Elliot and Olivia look bad, but it was the best angle they had to do good cop bad cop. And when Mac came in, it was gonna be a bad cop routine that no one would be prepared for. It would make Elliot's hot tempered interrogations look pansy.

"I'm not sure why I'm here." Nick smiled.

Fin pretended to flip through the charts, "Looks like, two attempted murder charges…the Novaks…bunch of knuckle heads if you ask me, then there is a violation of a restraining order, and the kidnapping charge." Fin smacked, "Man, who did you piss off?"

"Apparently Olivia." Nick chuckled brightly, "But she's easy to provoke isn't she?"

"I personally can't stand working with her." Fin shrugged, "But to each his own…but what I don't understand is, if you hate Benson so much, why take her kid, same genes, right?"

"Becua-" Nick suddenly stopped realizing a trap had been set. He cleared his throat, "I already told you I didn't take her son, I've never even seen him."

"How do you know her kid is a boy?"

Nick smiled, "Satan's spawn."

Fin nodded softly wanting to draw his weapon and shoot Nick between the eyes, "If you didn't take the boy, then why did you tell Olivia's son Sam that you had him?"

"I never said that." Nick protested.

"So…an eight year old is lying?"

"He is Olivia's son." Nick shrugged, "Bad genes."

Fin leaned forward, "We have you on tape at his school."

"Bull." Nick smiled.

"Okay." Fin grinned, "He's here at the station, why don't you stand in a line up, see if he can identify you."

"How is a little blind boy gonna identify me?" Nick laughed then turned stone serious when he realized Fin wasn't.

"How'd you know he was blind if you didn't break you're restraining order."

"It was in a newspaper article." He offered.

"That you wrote." Fin reminded him, "We checked the pseudonym…it's you."

Nick leaned back slightly, "What do you want?"

"Where's Isaac?"

Nick grinned, "I'll tell you what…bring that little snot brat in to pick me up out a line up. I don't think he can do it, and without the I.D…you've got nothing.

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"He's not gonna break is he?" Casey whispered starring at the glass.

"Sam can identify him, he told us he knows exactly who it is." Olivia turned to Panzarilla who had walked in just as the interrogation began. She almost had to laugh at the bow tie, and half glasses complete with a sweater vest. He was a dork…with a flawless record.

"I'm not sure the jury will buy a blind nine year old's I.D." He told them honestly.

"My husband." Casey whispered and turned to the ADA, "I can't give an I.D. because I knew his name and I knew him prior, it would be biased." He exhaled, "But, Paul, he's never meant Ganzner…he's in the hall and I know he can identify him, he can cooberate Sam's I.D."

Panzarilla nodded and mulled the situation over, "Okay, let's do it."

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"All right Mr. Novak." Panzarilla ushered him into the room, "Wait until they all come in and then take a good look and tell us who you saw that night."

Paul exhaled and nodded his head softly, "I'm ready."

Cragen exhaled knowing Elliot and Olivia couldn't be in the room to witness this, he depressed the button on the speaker, "Send them in."

One by one men filed into the room all dressed in black with ski masks and numbers being held in front of them, Paul furrowed his brow and shook his head, "What is this? A joke?"

Cragen cleared his throat, "They have to have the people dress the way you described the person who attacked you…can you still make the I.D?"

Paul stepped as close tot the glass as possible, "Can they step forward?"

Cragen pushed the button again, "Everyone please step up to the window?"

Like a sea of black all ten men approached the window and Paul studied each figure closely, eyes, old and young, light and dark. Lips full and chapped, thin and smooth. He paused at number six and studied the figure longer taking in the shady figure and continuing to the end.

Cragen exhaled as Paul stopped looking and stepped back. He was about to call it when Paul surprised him by returning to number three and tapping the glass, "That's him."

Cragen pressed the button, "Please remove the ski masks."

Each person did so all in unison but Paul remained focuses on number three as the ski mask was removed, and although he didn't know it in that second, he was starring directly at Nick Ganzner.

"Thank you Mr. Novak." Panzarilla nodded.

"Was I right?" Paul furrowed his brow, "Is it him?"

"I can' tell you until Sam has made his I.D."

Paul exhaled, "Okay."

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"Here's the situation." Fin explained to Nick, "They're gonna bring in the little boy, you so much as blink too loud and your gonna get shot…buy a lot of cops, you feel me?"

Nick grinned, "Bring the blind kid on."

The set up was more Elaborate for Sam because it wasn't a visual I.D. but Elliot and Olivia were allowed to observe through the glass as Fin led Sam into the empty room and started to explain himself to him.

"Alright, Sam, can you feel all the chairs?" Fin asked as he led him around the room.

Sam stuck out his hand and nodded, "Will Mom be with me?"

"No, I'm sorry, but she's looking through a window and she can see everything that happens." Fin assured him, "Now, in a minute ten men are going to walk in here and I'm gonna sit you next to each one just how you told your mom he touched you at the hospital, okay?"

"Will he hurt me?"

"No, me and Mac and three other police officers will be in the room with you."

Sam exhaled and nodded his consent, "Send them in." Fin yelled into the hall and waited for each person to file in and take their seats as Sam clutched Fin's hand.

"Odie Fish?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared."

Fin took his badge from his belt and clipped it onto Sam's allowing his fingers to touch it, "No one can touch you with that on."

Sam shook his head and turned in the direction of the men, stopping at the first and simply passing when the smell wasn't familiar, he paused at the second man, and took a small sniff then stood next to the third, taking in the figures scent and frowning. "Can I touch him, Odie?"

"Yep, there's a police man right behind him."

Sam reached out and felt his hand taking a deep breath and sitting next to him and placing the hand over his shoulder adjusting the fingers as he saw fit and biting his lip before sliding off the chair and standing in front of the figure taking his hands hands and raking them over his forearms. Sam exhaled in frustration and ran his hands forward and back over his hair then took the figures hand and slowly lifted it to his cheek and pulling away as if the touched had seared his skin. "Odie!" he screeched and pulled on his slacks.

"Is that him?" Fin asked.

"It's him! It's the boogieman! He tried to take me to Isaac!" Sam screamed. Fin picked him up quickly and rushed him out of the room meeting both Olivia and Elliot outside of the observation room.

"Sam." Olivia took him into her arms as Elliot wrapped them both protectively in his, "Baby its okay." She whispered, "I'm right here."

"It's him, Mom."

Olivia kissed the top of his head, "You did so good Baby." She assured him knowing that Sam had just gone toe to toe with his worst fear and identified the Boogieman…correctly and without hesitation.

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"You ready to turn the heat up?" Cragen asked Fin as Olivia entered the observation room again.

"I'm ready if Olivia and Elliot are, and Mac is dying to do this." Fin assured them.

"You two ready?" Cragen asked.

"Yeah." Olivia exhaled, "Alex and Robert picked up Sam."

"Alright," Cragen nodded to Fin, "you and Mac are on."

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"Nick," Fin exhaled walking into the interrogation room, "I got to tell you, it doesn't look good, two people that you swore you didn't touch…just identified you in a line up."

Nick's face turned white, "Excuse me?"

"Mr. Novak and Samuel Stabler, just identified you…I suggest you take a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

Fin smiled knowing that sentence was Mac's cue, and like a trained actor Mac responded slamming the door open, "You're offering that piece of crap a deal!" Mac shouted walking straight for Ganzner only to be cut off by Fin.

"Hey, hey come on man, he's a good guy." Fin played his façade to a tee.

"A good guy!" Mac barked incredulously and backed away from Fin, a movement that was rehearsed between the two. "He kidnapped Elliot and Olivia's son and beat the hell out of the Novaks!"

"You can't prove that." Fin protested, "He seems nice."

Mac dropped his jaw in shock and stepped within inches of Fin, "Get the hell out of my interrogation room."

"You better realize who you're talking to." Fin smacked his lips aware that Nick was starring at both of them in shock.

"And you better recognize that I'm the top dog here and I have half the mind to shoot you for even suggesting that this maggot is even half way decent!"

"You get the hell out!" Fin barked and pushed Mac, a move that was completely expected.

Mac drew his weapon and trained it on Fin as Nick stood to his feet and moved to the corner, "A little help in here!" he barked.

"Get out!" Mac yelled at Fin.

"Make me!" Fin shouted.

Mac placed the gun at Fin's temple, "Anyway you look at it, I'm gonna nail one of you…if not both, I suggest you choose you're course of action wisely."

Fin exhaled hearing Nick screaming for help in the corner, their good cop bad cop working as planned, "Alright, alright, just chill out." Fin responded raising his hands and backing out of the room giving a look of apology to Nick, "Sorry, man, this dudes crazy." He said before walking out and returning to the Observation room.

"Think that was necessary?" Cragen asked in irritation, "You're not a cowboy."

Fin nodded to the window as Mac holstered his weapon and yanked Nick from the ground slamming him into the chair, "Yippe Ki Yea." He muttered as Mac started the bad cop routine.

"You want a soda?" Mac asked pacing quickly to and fro across the cement floor.

"No." Nick whispered and was surprised when Mac angrily slammed an open coke can in front of him, "drink that damn soda!" he pointed to it and looked at Nick in pure hate.

Nick shrugged, "I'm cuffed bone head."

"Well," Mac smiled, "Let me help you out." He said grabbing the back of Nick's head and thrusting it back causing his mouth to open as he poured the drink into Nick's mouth, "Where's the kid?"

Nick gagged and trashed his head just enough for the can to drop out of Mac's hand, "I don't know."

Mac pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards so he was within inches of Nick's ear, "When I was in boot camp, we saw all of these interesting forms of torture." He smiled pulling a toothpick from behind his ear and placing it in his mouth casually, "You would be surprised what people will tell you."

"Do you think the Captain will actually let you torture someone in custody?"

Mac grinned reaching behind Nick out of sight from the observers. He squeezed the fingers of his hand roughly, and heard him moan in pain, "What he doesn't actually see, isn't gonna kill him is it? Although, you're gonna wish you were dead by the time I'm done with you."

Nick smiled, "I want my attorney."

Mac chuckled and yelled out, "He wants his attorney." He lowered his lips to Nick's ear, "Guess what Sugar Pie? He's not gonna be here for awhile, which means I have awhile to have fun." He chuckled bending his pinky finger back until he cried out.

Mac released like he were a trained dog. "Where's the boy?"

"Screw you."

"You're really not my type." Mac whispered taking the toothpick out of his mouth and holding it between his thumb and index finger, "Did you know that the fingertips have the most amount of nerves at the end?"

Nick swallowed and looked at Mac, "You're not getting a word out of me. I want to see Olivia Benson suffer for the rest of her life wondering if her son is dead or not."

"Did you know that toothpicks come in plastic too?"

"Excuse me?"

"Makes them stronger." Mac smiled, "I'm gonna ask you again where the boy is, and I you tell the truth I'm going to place this toothpick under your fingernail, and I assure you, it is the most excruciating feeling you will ever experience."

Nick made his hands into fists behind him protecting the nails of his fingers as his breathing became shallow in anticipation of what was happening, "Not a word."

Mac let a smile creep over his face, "Oh, I can get a word." He assured him and roughly took hold of his wrist and twisted it just so, subsequently exposing his fingertips to which he took hold of his middle finger and bent it back. "Where's the boy?"

Nick swallowed and closed his eyes but remained silent.

"Suit yourself." Mac whispered and started to push the toothpick just under the nail of Nick's finger smiling as Nick's hand tensed under the pain. Mac stopped advancing the toothpick, "Where's the boy?"

Silence.

Mac shoved it in further and Nick cried out hitting his forehead against the table in an effort to assuage the pain in his hand, "The boy?" Mac asked calmly as he continued to shove the toothpick in farther the blood starting to trickle down Mac's own fingers as he moved the plastic left and then right.

Silence.

"I have to admit." Mac whispered taking hold of Nick's pinky leaving the toothpick still embedded in his fingernail, "You have a high tolerance for pain, or your just stupid…so, I'm gonna ask you again where the boy is then I'm gonna break this little finger of yours."

Nick shook his head and refused to speak and in a manner of a second he heard his own bone snap, the intense pain run through his hand as Mac quickly let go and added more pressure to the toothpick causing Nick to yell out in intense agony and vomit across the table. Mac withdrew the tooth pick and quickly deposited it in his pant pocket before pulling Nick up and slamming him down on the table in his own vomit, "How does it feel to be a helpless man?" Mac growled pulling him up off of the table and slamming him into the wall, "You came into their home." Mac growled advancing toward him, "And you beat Casey Novak." He said grabbing him by the arm and tossing him about the room surprised that Cragen hadn't called him off yet. The deal was, Cragen called it, no one else.

Nick stumbled back on his already broken wrist and currently broken and bleeding fingers, he yelled and muttered obscenities as Mac yanked him back up and pressed his forearm to his neck holding him against the wall, "You beat her husband and took that little boy." Mac growled watching Nick turn blue in front of him. He released and watched Nick collapse in a heap to his knees and vomit.

"Get a uniform to take him to the head," Cragen's voice bellowed from the intercom, "I don't want his attorney seeing him like that."

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Nick smiled inwardly knowing his plan was working, pain…intense pain would induce vomiting, which would give him the opportunity to truly make Olivia Benson suffer for the rest of her miserable life.

"Let's go." A uniformed sergeant led Nick to the head. Nick faltered as they walked down the hall, "Whoa, buddy." The officer steadied him.

Nick groaned, "I'm gonna puke." He muttered, "Please." He motioned for the cuffs. "Come on man, I'm in the middle of a police precinct, I'm bait if I make a move…just, please I'm gonna puke my brains out if I don't get some air going."

The Sergeant took a look around, decided there was enough cops present, "turn around."

"Oh, thank you, you're a good man." Nick exhaled and faltered back once the cuffs were taken off. The officer caught him immediately.

"Whoa, Mister, you okay?"

"Air." Nick groaned, "Please, I'm in so much pain." He said turning to face the officer and falling into him.

The sergeant lifted his arms to catch Ganzner, leaving his gun exposed.

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"Let's get one thing straight." Cragen pointed at Mac, "You might be a good cop, you might have been a great Marine, but the only reason I'm letting what you did in their slide, is because of these two." He said pointing to Olivia and Elliot and calming his voice, "They deserve to have their son back, but you better understand that I had better not ever see that again."

Mac smiled, "Yeah…but you liked it didn't you?"

Cragen smirked, "It was interesting to see you work."

Olivia exhaled, "Do you think he's gonna cave?"

Cragen was just about to answer when he was stopped by the explosion of noise from the hall.

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In a split second Nick Ganzner had managed to pull the Sergeants gun from his holster and hold it to his own head, a wicked smile on his face.

"PUT IT DOWN!" A flurry of voices called through the hall as Elliot and Olivia made their way to the hall with Cragen in tow.

Nick backed himself to the wall, "It's about time Ice Princess." He grinned with sweat beading down his face, "This is your fault, what happens here is because you wouldn't back off."

"Liv," Elliot called to her, "Get out of here!"

"She stays!" Nick barked, "Or I shoot myself and you never know if you're son is alive or dead!"

"Nick. Enough!" Elliot snapped, "This stops!"

"It stops when I die!" Nick smiled "And even then, it's just beginning…she stays."

"I'll stay." Olivia whispered with her hands in the air, "I don't' have a gun." She told him, "I'm just me…Olivia.'

"The Ice Princess!"

"Yeah." She shook her head quickly, "the Ice Princess."

"What do you want to know Ice Princess?"

Olivia swallowed watching as the officers in the precinct moved to ensure her safety, as Cragen barked orders, as Elliot kept his gun trained on Ganzner, "Nick, come on." Olivia spoke softly, "Let's go back into the room, just you and me."

"NO!" he barked, "We stay here!"

"Why here?" She asked softly.

Nick smiled, "This is where I asked you out the first time."

She nodded, "That was a very special time."

"Oh, shut up!" he growled.

Olivia nodded softly, "What do you want, what can I do for you?"

"Ask me what you want to know." He whispered as tears began to fall.

Olivia kept her hands raised, "Okay, where's my son Nick?"

Ganzner smiled, "Let's save that one for last."

Olivia exhaled in frustration, "Okay…did you break into my home and attack the Novaks?"

He grinned, "That was my work."

"So, you have my son?"

"I SAID SAVE IT!" He barked turning red as the tears flowed faster, and the sweat seeped through his shirt.

"Alright," Olivia exhaled pressing through the pain in her belly, "were you bothering Sam? Did you come into his room?"

"I watched him sleep." Nick smiled, "Just like I watched you sleep when your husband wasn't there, just like I watched you have sex with him. Your body, with all of its scars, your body in all its glory, I watched you give it to him…and it should have been mine!" He shouted.

"Your right." She swallowed seeing him getting antsier. She looked to see the source of his agitation, a cop reaching for his taser gun. "Don't" She shook her head and pointed to the cop, "Just let him be." The cop obliged and reholstered the taser gun.

"You were suppose to be mine." He whispered biting his lip.

"Your right, Nick…I realize that now, I realize I made a huge mistake."

"It's too late." He whispered, "You're contaminated by him."

"But you can make me pure again, I know you can." She offered.

"No." he shook his head, "Your too dirty…I saw what you did with him…he was inside of you."

"Did you bother Sam at the hospital?"

"He's a wuss."

"He's a child." She whispered.

"As long as you raise him…he'll be worthless." He told her taking in a ragged breath.

"Nicky," she exhaled and lowered her hands.

"Keep them up!" he yelled.

She responded immediately, "Okay…did you try to take Sam from the school?"

"He moaned when I slapped him," Nick smiled, "He moaned just like you yelp when your husband gets you off."

She ignored the desire to kill him. Ignored the pain in her stomach. Ignored the embarrassment of having intimate details broadcast to the entire precinct, "Nicky…friend to friend…where's my son?"

Nick lowered the gun and stared at her with tears falling down his face, "Ask me again."

"Where's my son." She whispered feeling her own tears fall.

"Tell me you love me."

Olivia closed her eyes in shame, "I…love you."

"Ask me for Isaac; ask me for your son."

Olivia let out a sob but caught it quickly, "Where is my son?"

Nick smiled and exhaled raising the gun slowly to his head, "I said I knew where he was, I never said he was alive."

"Nicky-" Before she could appeal to him he turned the gun from his temple and pointed it into the group of surrounding officers effectively forcing the officers to shoot.

The world stopped and moved frame by frame as Nick Ganzner's body convulsed when the bullets ripped through his flesh. His body slamming into the wall as he gasped for air a trail of blood evident as he slipped lifeless down the wall.

Olivia watched in horror as Cragen kneeled beside Nick and felt for a pulse, he turned to Elliot and shook his head indicating there was no pulse. She watched as Nick's blood pooled beneath him, evidence that all the secrets he held about Isaac, were gone.

A/N: Believe me when I tell you, there is so much more. Oh, if you guys want to read another good story, read Songs in the Key of E and O Minor by Tomerboy. It's Good stuff.