Amanda eyes her from the corner of the room. They have been busy all day, but finally things are winding down. Olivia looks down at her watch. It is almost quitting time. She exhales, thankful she has successfully made it through her first day. She grabs her stuff, and leaves the room, after completing her paperwork. She hops on the elevator. Just before the doors closes someone slides through them. Amanda looks over at her, as the doors close.

"So how is Isaac?"

"Perfect," Olivia admits.

"How long to you plan on avoiding the elephant in the room?"

Olivia shakes her head, "What do you mean?"

"Olivia talk to me."

"About what, Rollins? There is nothing to talk about."

"So you're just going to pretend that nothing has changed?"

"Everything has changed. I have a son now, and my priorities are different."

"That isn't what I meant, and you know it."

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth," Amanda responds.

Olivia silently curses the elevator for taking such a long time. "About what?"

The doors open before Amanda can answer. Olivia exits the elevator, and makes a beeline for the exit. Amanda follows after her. Once they are out of the precinct, and onto the sidewalk Amanda catches up with her. She follows her towards Olivia's car.

"Are you going to tell your partner?" Amanda queries.

"There is nothing to tell."

"Really?" Amanda raises an eyebrow.

"Drop it," Olivia begs.

"You can't hide everything that is going on in your life, right now, behind your badge. You have to tell him."

"I am not going to tell him."

"So did you tell the captain?"

"No," Olivia shakes her head.

"How much longer do you think that you can keep it a secret?"

"As long as I feel the need to."

"Then I suggest that you get a little bit more creative at hiding it."

"What do you mean?"

"Olivia it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out."

"Amanda, I don't want to have this conversation right now. I have to get home to Isaac."

"And it is obvious to me that you are farther along than you originally thought."

"I am not going to do this," Olivia opens the car door, and climbs inside.


Within a couple of hours she is on the couch, with a baby drooling as he lies with his head against her chest. Olivia's legs are stretched out in front of her, but she sits against the arm of the couch. Even though Isaac sleeps against her chest, with his legs resting against her stomach it is impossible to miss. She vacates her seat on the couch, and carries Isaac to his crib. She places him inside, and leaves the room. She finds herself in the bathroom. She stands in front of the mirror. She faces the mirror, staring, subconsciously at her stomach. She turns to the side, and it is even more evident. It has been six weeks since she found out. She is nearly halfway through her pregnancy, already. She is the definition of high risk.

She knows that Cragen is going to rip her a new one when he finds out. He won't be angry that she is pregnant. He will be angry that she chose to remain in the field. He will be livid that she chose to withhold that kind of information from him. She leaves the bathroom, and heads into her room. She reaches into the drawer of the bedside stand. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed, with the picture in her hands. She studies the picture closely.

The image is from two weeks earlier. She stares at an angelic face. She flips to the next picture. She swallows hard, as the cold, hard truth looks back at her. She shudders at the thought of how her future is going to turn out. She wonders how she is going to pull it off. Being a single mother to one child is tough enough. She puts the pictures away, as someone starts knocking on the door.

She heads for the door, hoping to prevent the baby from waking. She looks through the peephole, and pulls the door open, after unlocking it. Her partner steps inside. She looks at him questioningly.

"What are you doing here?"

He stares at her, but doesn't answer. She follows his gaze, realizing that she has changed her clothes since leaving work. Now she wears a tight fitting t-shirt. She swallows hard, praying that he hasn't noticed, knowing that he has.

"Nick?"

He looks up at her face, and says nothing.

"Are you ok?" she questions.

He nods, "I cam over here to talk to you. I wanted to clear the air about some things. I was hoping to be able to fix things..." he trails off.

"Oh."

He looks past her, towards the couch, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

She shakes her head, "No, go ahead."

He moves past her, and takes a seat on the couch. She joins him in the living room, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. He looks up at her.

"Is there something that you want to tell me?"

She shakes her head, "There is something that I don't want to tell you."

"Tell me anyway," he begs, in a solemn tone.

She swallows hard, knowing that there is no choice but to tell the truth, "I'm pregnant."

"I can see that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It is complicated," she admits.

"How far along are you?"

"Eighteen weeks," she responds.

"And you never once considered mentioning it?"

"I haven't seen you in weeks."

"That shouldn't matter. I am your partner. It is my job to protect you."

"I couldn't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want you to get your ass ripped for knowing."

He shakes his head, in disbelief, "You didn't tell the captain, yet?"

"No."

"Olivia come on."

"I am not ready to tell him yet.""You are being reckless."

"No, I'm not," she argues.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"When?"

He shrugs, "When you found out. Before you went on maternity leave. Anytime would have been fine."

"I only found out six weeks ago."

"What?"

"I didn't know," she admits.

"How could you not know?"