Elliot finished up his conversation with Casey. Then Olivia asked him what it was about.
"You are never going to believe this. Kathy says that she's pregnant and it's mine. She said she's keeping it."

Olivia was silent with that dazed look on her face again. She tried asking him a question but found difficulty forming the words. "Uhm...It's not-"

Elliot cut her off, seeing the shock in her face. "It's not mine, and I know it's not, unless she's really good at hiding a baby bump," Elliot said sarcastically, incinuating within that sentence that it had been months since him and Kathy had sex.

"How do you know El? Some women are really good at hiding things, and she may not have even known. Women don't usually show until more than a few months into their pregnancy," Olivia told him, knowing it was possible Elliot could have a kid.

He came into the reality of the whole situation, now terrified. "Oh my god. What the hell...I mean...how?" Elliot now looked shocked and confused.

"You're really gonna make me tell you how a baby is created El?," she asked him, eyebrow raised.

He just looked at her, cocky grin and all, playing into her question. "Yes Olivia, enlighten me. How is a baby created?"

"Well, when two people love each other..." she smiled at him. "And they really care about each other..." after she said that he pounced on her.

"When two people really love each other they do this alot." He kissed her passionately, caressing her body. She stopped him after a minute, reality setting in for her as well.

"El, what if it is yours?," she asked, wanting to know.
"We'll do our best to make the best of the situation," he told her, hoping it was the right answer.

"What if I can't make the best of it?," she answered doubtedly. He sat up off of her.

"What do you mean Liv?" He was confused and scared by what she meant.

"If it's yours, that means you're a father, and if we're still together, then that means I'm going to be a mom of some sort." She was talking and she thought she sounded crazy.

Elliot knew what she was getting at. "You would be a great mother Liv."

"How do you know? I was raised by a drunk." It was true, and she doubted her slightest ability to be a mom.

"I know because you're one of the most caring people I've ever known. You work in Special Victims for a reason. You deal with kids, I've seen you deal with kids. You may have been raised by a drunk but you are not her." She was looking down as he talked to her. He reached over and raised her chin so she was facing him.

"You, Olivia Benson, are not your mother." He wanted the words to sink into her mind, making sure she knew it was the truth.

She sat there, silently, tearing up, turning her head away from him quickly to wipe away the moisture on her face. "Dammit El, why do you always make me do that?," she laughed.

"Not on purpose, but your even more beautiful when you do it." He stared at her.

She looked at him, confused. "How on earth is it that I am more beautiful when I cry like a baby?"

"Crying isn't only for babies. And you just are."
They stared at each other silently saying what they needed to.

Her phone rang, breaking the silence between them.

"Benson. Yeah. Okay, we'll be there. Bye. Well that concludes my day off. Samantha came out of her coma. She is awake and talking. Cragen wants us both there. He said we make a good team."

"He's right about that." He kissed her.

"Oh wait that means we have to move now don't we?" She groaned as she got off of the couch to get changed.

He heard her groan when she moved, and had to shake the thoughts out of his head. He saw her changing and that just fueled his need. He whistled like a cartoon. She turned around, only to see him sneak into the other room to get his clothes. "Ya know El it's not nice to stare!"

"It looks great staring at you, though!," he said. Now what could he do? He was stuck going to work with her in his mind almost naked. Needless to say that night at work he would be distracted.

They arrived to the hospital at around 6. They saw Samantha in her hospital bed, with her parents there. Elliot stopped. The hardest thing for him was the kids.
"El, you okay?"

"Yeah, let's go."

They walked into the room. Olivia started talking to the mom quietly so Samantha couldn't hear them.

"Mrs. Jones? We're Detectives Benson and Stabler. I'm sorry for what you both have endured. We're here to talk to Samantha about what happened. Could you step out of the room?"

"Why?" She looked at them with fear and anger.

"Because she won't be able to tell us everything if you are in the room. She won't talk openly. Elliot, do you wanna take Mrs. Peters to the cafeteria?"

"Is that okay with you Mrs. Jones?" He looked at her, hoping it was.

She took a moment to think. "I guess. I want this bastard dead." There's nothing else she could do for her daughter anyways than to let Elliot and Olivia do their jobs and catch the predator who did this.

"Samantha? I'm gonna go with the detective and I'll be right back okay? I love you." She kissed her daughter's head.
"I love you too." Her voice was weak and hoarse.

Elliot and Mrs. Jones left the hospital room.

The mother was in tears, for good reason. Her daughter was in a coma for 2 days, and she found out her daughter was raped and beaten, and there was nothing they could do about it. Now she's gotta deal with her daughter telling her story again.

Olivia walked over to the bed and sat in the chair. "Hi Samantha. I'm Olivia. I'm a police officer." She showed the girl her badge.

Olivia was starting out slow with her, asking her typical questions that a kid could answer. Nothing about the rape came up right away.

"So do you like to play with your friends?"

"Yes. I have lots of friends. We play cops and robbers alot."
Olivia smiled. "Do you want to be a cop or a robber someday?"

"Cop, because then I can catch the robbers." Samantha gave a tiny smile.

"Good answer. What about school? Do you like school?"

"Yes."

"What's your favorite subject?"

"Art. I like to draw."

"I can tell." Olivia saw the pictures around the room that the little girl had drawn. "You draw really well. What else do you like to do? Do you ride your bike or scooter around your neighborhood?"

"Yeah. I do, I like the wind in my hair. I ride it down to the park sometimes." Samantha smiled.

"When was the last time you rode your bike or scooter?"

Samantha paused. "2 days ago. When the man took me." Her smile turned to a frown instantly as the memory returned.

"Samantha, I need you to tell me about the man who did this to you. What color was his skin?"

"Like ours."

"Was he really tall like my friend Elliot or was he shorter like your mom?"

"He...was tall."

"What about his hair? Can you tell me what color his hair was?"

"It was darker, like yours."

"Your doing great Samantha. What about his eyes? Do you remember what color his eyes were?"

She went silent for a moment. "No. I don't remember. I'm sorry." She started crying.
Olivia consoled her by touching her arm. "Samantha you have nothing to be sorry for. It's okay that you don't remember, you're doing great."

"Do you remember a car you were in or buildings you saw?"

"The car...was white. He put something over my mouth though and I got sleepy."

The bastard used chloroform.
Olivia was still writing details down.

"What about when you woke up? Were you in a room?"
"Yeah. It was dark though." She cried again.

"Samantha, sweetie, anything you can tell me is going to help us catch the guy who did this to you."

"He...touched me. He made me...touch him. Then he used the sleepy stuff again and then I woke up today."

"Okay. Samantha, we're all done for right now. You did great. You're so strong and brave for telling me everything. I'm gonna go get your mom okay?"

Olivia didn't know how much longer she could have taken that little girl telling her what that bastard did to her.

She stepped out of the room to call Elliot.

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What happens at the trial of Nathan Phillips? With Kathy? With Samantha? With Elliot and Olivia?