A/N: What did Kathy give them? Where did Casey go? What is Trevor gonna do? And Cragen makes a hard decision.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters belong to Dick Wolf. Story, dialogue, narrative and plot belong to TStabler©

Olivia looked at Kathy and said, "I can't sign this."

Kathy's eyes widened. "Olivia," she said, "I know I could have been nicer to you. I should have been nicer to you, after everything you did...tried to do for me and Elliot. Don't take your feelings for me out on the kids."

"I'm not," Olivia said, "I just...I know they don't want me to…"

"I do," Elliot said, signing the document.

Olivia looked at him, a bit shocked and very nervous. One of the things that was both a blessing and a curse about Elliot Stabler, according to her, was his impulsiveness. She watched, in awe, as he slid the document over to her and held the pen out to her.

"Sign it," Elliot said, something unnamable in his voice.

Olivia took the pen. "El, I really don't think…"

"What, you don't think we're still gonna be together if this actually happens?" Elliot asked, almost offended. "Christ, Liv, who do you think I'm leaving them to in my Will?" he asked louder.

Olivia's eyes widened.

So did Kathy's. "What?" she asked. "Are you…are you serious?" she asked.

Elliot bit his lip, realizing he let a very big, angry cat out of the bag. He had a tendency to do that. "Kathy," he said, running a hand down his face, "When I got them, full-time, I went to a friend, a lawyer, and I changed my will. The kids go to Liv and you stick to the custody agreement. Not that I don't think you're a great mother, but…you aren't getting them back. Not even over my dead body."

Olivia, the pen in her hand, looked at Kathy. "I didn't know," she said, shaking her head.

Kathy was hurting, but she shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she spat. "Just…sign them, Olivia. If anything happens to me…I need to know that they have a mother. A real, legal, and I will admit this out loud, a wonderfully loving mother. You love them, I know you do. Just sign them."

Not really sure who the blonde sitting across from her was, because it sure as hell was not Kathy, Olivia cleared her throat and played with the pen as she looked down at the amendment to Kathy's Will in her hand. She flattened the papers, took a deep breath, and signed her name, curling the end of her "N" and finishing off with a hard dot over her "I." She swallowed hard and looked at Kathy, then handed her the papers.

"Thank you," the blonde said, taking them back, folding them, and putting them in her purse. "I, um, I heard that you two were…uh, well, Kathleen told me that…you're getting married," she said, her voice breaking.

Elliot nodded. "Not anytime soon," he said, "But yes. Is that why you did this?"

Kathy swallowed back the urge to cry. "I did this because you know me, Elliot, I constantly prepare for the worst, and I make rash, sometimes irrational and emotionally charged decisions. But Yes, knowing you two were…serious…made this choice easy to make." She looked at him and chuckled. "They'd obviously stay with you, and you're obviously staying with her. Besides, could you see my sister raising four kids?" she asked.

"I can't even see your sister keeping a goldfish alive," Elliot scoffed back. "Thank you," he said, smiling warmly at her for the first time in what seemed like years.

"I may not like you, Olivia," Kathy said, getting up, "But even I can see that you are going to be an amazing mother."

Casey sat in the bus terminal, holding her ticket and waiting. She had never in her life felt more like Olivia than she did right now. That was a lie. Olivia stopped running and was more than ready to be a mother. Casey wiped the tears from her eyes and stood as she heard her boarding announcement. She walked toward the gate, pushed through the turnstile, and took a deep breath as she gazed nervously at the Greyhound in front of her. She nodded at it, then walked toward the open doors, walking up the steps. This was not who she was, but it would have to be who she was going to be. She handed the driver her ticket, walked down the aisle, and sat.

The man next to her looked at her and smiled. She nodded at him. "We're gonna be sitting together for an awfully long time," he said.

"Seems like it," Casey returned, wondering what the people she was leaving behind would think of her when they found out what she'd done. What Trevor would think when he found out he didn't have to worry about being a father anymore. Not if he couldn't find his child.

"I'm Bill," the man said, holding out his hand. "And…you are…"

Casey looked at him. If she was trying to disappear, she had to do it right. "Olivia," she said. And in a way, she thought, she was. She was now the woman Olivia used to be. Alone, running, and in love with a man who was in love with someone else. Only, she was pregnant.

"Nice to meet you, Olivia," Bill said with a grin. As the bus started to move, he started to think. His thoughts were certainly impure, and he decided that "Olivia" was going to be the subject of most of them.

"I can't read anymore," Olivia complained, rubbing her eyes.

Munch yawned. "I can't move anymore," he said.

Elliot, at the coffee pot, said, "The calls stopped coming in, though. Maybe we'll get a break."

Cragen came rushing through the front doors just then. He threw a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts on Elliot's desk, pointed to Munch and Fin, and said, "Press conference." He jutted a thumb toward the door and said, "Benson and Stabler are up next. Make us look competent." He walked into his office and slammed his door, clearly not in a pleasant mood.

Munch looked at Fin, they both sighed, and they rose from their chairs. "You do the talking," Munch said to his partner. "If I open my mouth, with how tired I am, I can't guarantee I won't say anything about Elvis, Kennedy, or the heart-shaped birthmark on Benson's ass."

"When the hell did you see Benson's ass?" Elliot fumed.

"See?" Munch began, heading for the door. "I told you. Can't keep my mouth shut." He and Fin left, leaving Olivia and Elliot alone again.

"When the hell did Munch see your ass?" Elliot barked, irritated.

Olivia looked at Elliot and said, "I think he saw it when he walked in on me in the bathroom once. The women's room was out of order, don't look at me like that!"

"I'm not," Elliot defended. "I just…if it was only for a couple of seconds as you were pulling up your pants in the bathroom, how the hell could he have gotten…"

"You knew how many freckles I have on my right shoulder after only seeing them once," Olivia told him. "Attention to detail and an amazing memory are traits of a good detective."

Elliot sighed, yawned, and nodded. He paused at Munch's desk, flicking on the radio, and put the coffee in his hands down on Olivia's table. "May I have this dance?" he asked.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow at him. "No," she said. "We have…"

"Absolutely nothing to do until a viable tip comes in," Elliot said. "Dance with me," he said. "This is what we do on nights like this," he reminded her as she slipped her hand into his. He pulled her up and pulled her close, moving one hand around her waist, the other tightening around her hand. "These moments," he whispered to her, "Are important. We need to hold on as long as we can, baby. Moments like this are what make me realize how much I'm gonna miss working with you."

Olivia sighed, dropping her head to his shoulder. "We can always dance when we get home," she said, trying not to think about it.

Elliot chuckled. "I've cuffed you to the pipes in the bathroom, we've done it in every storage closet in the building, both interrogation rooms on this floor and one on the third floor, the cribs, Cragen's office, my desk, Fin's desk…" he paused and shook his head. "What am I gonna do when I get pissed off, or cranky, or I need to relax? I doubt my new partner is gonna be so willing to blow me in the boiler room," he said, kissing her neck as it bent toward him.

"If he does, I'll kill him," Olivia joked.

"Oh, so it's a 'he', is it?" Elliot asked, smirking.

Olivia lifted her head and looked at him. She had large tears in her eyes, but they wouldn't fall. "If Cragen knows what's good for him, he'll make sure it's a fucking 'he'," she said with a chuckle, but she was serious.

"Liv, baby, what…" Elliot stopped, realizing what she meant. "No, baby, you can't possibly…"

Olivia nodded. "I have to," she shrugged. "I'm gonna be your wife, a mother to your kids, eventually we're gonna have our own…the both of us shouldn't be gone at all hours of…"

"Think about what you're saying," Elliot said. He was looking at her so intently, that neither of them heard Cragen's door open. "Honey, we would never see each other. I can't expect you to wait up for me. At least if you were here, and I was somewhere else doing the same thing, I'd know we were both awake, we'd get home together, have our nights…" He swallowed his words and pulled her back to him. "I can't do this," he said. "I can't even talk about doing this. You aren't leaving the unit, you know you're not. And I can't…"

"Switch," Cragen said from behind them. They turned to face him, and he shoved his hand in his pocket quickly, hiding his rabbit's foot.

"What?" Olivia sniffled.

Cragen sighed. "You two…after the wedding…switch. Olivia will work with Fin, Elliot, you can work with Munch. Once in a while, when it's not gonna lead to a physical confrontation or a hostage situation, you'll go together, but…that'll work."

Olivia shook her head, confused. "Married couples can't…"

"Just because it hasn't happened before," Cragen said, repeated something Elliot had told him, "Doesn't mean I can't make it happen now. Henderson told me he's never seen partners work the way the two of you do, and I'm not gonna split up the team just because a relationship that's been going on under my nose for a year is out in the open." He shook his head and said, "You two promise me you'll never get divorced, I can promise you you'll never be forced out of the unit."

Elliot, not hesitating, again showing his impulsiveness, said, "I promise."

Cragen nodded, then waved a hand at them. "You've got another five minutes before I need you two back to work. Don't you have a dance to finish?"

Elliot smiled at his captain, then turned to Olivia, holding out his hand.

Cragen watched her take his hand and dance with him as he headed back into his office.

Olivia looked up, into Elliot's eyes, and asked, "How can you make a promise like that?"

"I made that promise when I signed my divorce papers," Elliot said to her as they swayed. "When I kissed you in that car, when you didn't push me away…I promised you, and myself, that you were it for me, for the rest of my life, in the backseat of that Lexus." He kissed her and whispered, "And you promised me back."

"I did," Olivia affirmed. She held him as they dance, kissing slowly. It wasn't an orgasmic massage, but knowing their jobs were safe, and Cragen didn't hate them, and Kathy trusted Olivia with the kids, well, it was just as quirky as any other Wednesday they had ever had.

A/N: An absolutely unforgettable Thursday night. Coming your way! Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212