A/N: Trevor spends more time with Olivia; Porter spends some time with his father; Kathy and Brian move in with his parents; Melinda, Fin and Casey come to blows; and Alex makes up her mind....kind of.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters are owned by Dick Wolf. This story, all of it, is owned by TStabler©

October 19th, 2000

"Shut up!" Olivia spat, throwing a French fry at Trevor while staring at the TV. "This is the season finale! Someone's gonna die, and you're talking through it!"

"Christ," Trevor said, whispering. "It's just a TV show," he mumbled.

Olivia's eyes widened and she gasped. "Just a TV show? In a few years, Trevor, this is gonna be our lives! Now will you shut...oh, my God! Not him! Oh, my God! They can't kill him!"

"Please, didn't he just get shot in the last episode? They're not gonna kill him." Trevor said, chuckling. "Oh, see, look at that! There goes his partner, running to rip his clothes off. Tell me she doesn't want him, Olivia!"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "She's saving his life, you moron. You know it's easier to do chest compressions with the...is that a tattoo?"

"Of her name?" Trevor asked, leaning forward, closer to the screen.

Olivia blinked. "Damn, I guess he is in love with her," she said, shaking her head. "She's crying! She never cries! My world is falling apart, here!"

"And he's moving. He's opening his eyes, see I told you they wouldn't kill him," Trevor said, smiling at her. "Can't kill the only hot guy on the show, can you?"

"Shut up," Olivia said, throwing another fry, still watching the TV intently. Olivia had no idea that Trevor was watching her just as intently. She was so engrossed in the show, she didn't feel his hand lightly caressing her cheek, she didn't hear the key turning in the lock, and she didn't see the staredown that two eighteen year old boys were suddenly having in her room.

"Are you doing what I asked you to do, Deano?" Greg Porter asked, walking through the base with his son.

"Yes, Sir," Dean replied. "It's, uh, gonna be hard, but you can trust me to keep Stabler and his wife safe, Dad."

Greg looked at his son. "Trust you? I'm not trusting you to do it, I'm ordering you to do it. If you can't, I'll have federal..."

"I can," Dean said. "And I will. You and his father must have really been close."

"We still are. He's my best friend," Greg said. "Joe Stabler is like a brother to me, Dean. Therefore, Elliot is family. So is Olivia. Joe saved my life, and yours and your mother's. We owe him, and a Porter man always repays his debts."

Dean looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow. "Okay," he said. "Yeah. Okay. I got it covered, Dad. Hey, uh, did you, by any chance, enroll me in the FBI's training..."

"Yes, I did," Greg said. "Another thing Porter men do? Follow in their father's footsteps."

Brian lifted several boxes into his arms and carried them up the stairs to the second floor of his parents house. He looked around, smiling. The baby would have her own nursery, they had a big kitchen, and a big bedroom. Their living room was comfortable, not cramped.

"It's beautiful," Kathy said, wrapping her arms around him. "Really beautiful."

Brain blinked, looked around again, then turned to her. "Yeah," he said, brushing her hair back. "It is."

"So your mom said she'd watch Maureen when I'm at school, so I don't have to take night classes," Kathy said. "We can both come home early, and we can be a real family."

Brian smiled. "Sounds perfect," he said, kissing her. He knelt to start unpacking the box, and was surprised to see it filled with pictures in frames. He picked up the top one, and flipped it over, and gasped. He didn't even know he still had this picture. He ran a finger down the face in the photo and whispered, "Olivia." He loved Kathy, he did, but there was a part of him that regretted letting Olivia go, a part of him that wanted her back, just as a friend. Even if it meant being Elliot Stabler's friend, too.

"Just knock on the door, Alex," Alex told herself, lifting her hand. "It's not that difficult." Before her fist hit the wood, though, it swung open. Joey was kissing a pretty brunette goodbye, and the two ladies exchanged awkward glances as the brunette brushed passed Alex.

"What are you doing here?" Joey asked, standing in the doorway with no shirt on.

Alex folded her arms. "Who was that?"

"That was Abby. She's never met Elliot," Joey said, smirking. "You answer my question now."

"I wanted to...I was coming over to...but then I saw her," Alex sputtered. "Who...did you two just..."

Joey laughed, interrupting her. "Alex, my sex life is none of your business. But, uh, you gotta know. I'm really nothing like my brother. I don't need to be in love to have sex, I can separate the two."

"Joey, you slept with her? You went out with me a week ago!" Alex yelled, hurt, offended, and slightly amused. "Elliot would never do that!"

Joey looked at her, a serious look in his eyes. "Exactly," he said, nodding. "What more do I have to do to prove that I am not my brother, Alex? Go hit Olivia?"

Alex's eyes widened. "I know you're not Elliot, Joey! If I wanted Elliot that badly I would have gone after him! That never happened! I never made a move!"

"Because Olivia could have, and would have, kicked your ass!" Joey yelled.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Alex yelled back, fuming.

"I don't know!" Joey barked. Then, without notice, he pulled Alex toward him, crashing his lips into hers, and yanked her into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

"How was he?" Melinda asked, taking Kenny from Casey.

"He was an angel," Casey replied. "But, uh, Fin and I were just wondering...how much of an accident was he?"

Melinda blinked and looked up. "What?" she asked. "Excuse me, but what are you asking?"

Fin cleared his throat. "Mel, you said you were on the pill, and we were careful. Too careful. I'm not accusin' you of anything, I just..."

"Like hell you're not, Fin," Melinda spat. "Did this bitch put the idea in your head?"

Fin and Casey both widened their eyes. "Do not call her a bitch, Melinda," Fin warned.

"Until you surround yourself with a better class of people, you can forget about getting Kenny on the weekends!" Melinda yelled.

"Are you sayin' that because you really don't like Casey, or are you sayin' that because we're right, Mel?" Fin asked.

Casey smirked, folding her arms, and asked, "Or is it both?"

"You are a crazy bitch, Casey," Melinda spat, picking up the baby's diaper bag.

Fin blocked the door. "You aren't going anywhere until you tell me, Mel. Did you get pregnant on purpose?"

"What the hell are you doing to my wife, Langan?" Elliot asked, still glaring.

Trevor moved his hand and backed away.

Olivia, hanging on to every word uttered by the characters on the television said, "Dammit, Trevor shut the hell up! I think he's telling her he loves her!"

Trevor looked appalled. "I didn't say..."

"Shhh!" Olivia barked. She watched the scene unfold before her, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Elliot chuckled softly, walking closer to the couch. He very slowly, very carefully, dropped his lips to her neck. That's when she turned, suddenly, and slugged him.

"Trevor, I told you...Oh, shit! Elliot!" She jumped over the couch and cupped his face. "Baby, are you...God, I'm sorry, I thought you were..."

"Ow," Elliot interrupted, rubbing his jaw. "Baby, damn," he said, starting to chuckle. "Well, at least I know if he ever did try anything he'd be sorry."

Olivia smirked. He had tried something. He was sorry. Elliot didn't need to know that. "Are you okay?" she asked, caressing his cheek.

"I've been hit harder," Elliot said. "Not much harder, but harder," he admitted. "You have one hell of a right hook."

Olivia laughed. "You knew that, though," she said.

"Yeah, but now I know from experience," Elliot said, shaking his head. "Come here." He pulled her toward him, kissing her.

Olivia's arms wrapped around him, her fingers laced behind his neck, she let out a soft moan of contentment, and when Elliot's hands traveled down to cup her ass, she yelped and bit his lip.

"Why did you think I was Trevor?" Elliot asked, pulling away, glaring slightly at the man on the couch.

Olivia tugged his face back toward her. "He tried to kiss me once," she told him, honestly.

"And she punched me, a lot harder than she punched you," Trevor said, sighing. "I'm gonna go. You two, clearly, wanna be alone."

"Yeah," Elliot said, nodding.

"Bye," Olivia said, looking longingly at Elliot.

"See you in class, Olivia," Trevor said, grabbing his coat and leaving.

Olivia looked at Elliot, a soft, loving, look. "El," she said, cupping his face, "I've told you, numerous times, you don't have to..."

"I know," Elliot interrupted. "But you know, as well as I do, that some guys don't take 'no' for an answer."

"And you know, as well as I do, that I can kick any guy's ass," Olivia said, chuckling. She looked Elliot up and down and bit her bottom lip. "You look amazing in this uniform," she said, tugging on his collar, "But you look even better out of it."

Elliot laughed, lifting her up into his arms. "Let's prove that theory, shall we?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. "We have three days, baby. Three whole days. I don't have to leave, you can miss a few classes, we don't have to get out of this bed," he said, tossing her on her mattress.

Olivia laughed as Elliot practically tore his uniform off. "True. I can always get the notes from..."

"Trevor?" Elliot asked, making a kissy-face. He crawled over her, slowly sliding down her sweatpants, taking her underwear with them. "Someone's got a crush on my wife, I don't know whether to be flattered or..."

"I wanna move in with you," Olivia said, cutting him off, coming out of nowhere.

Elliot stopped moving, Olivia looked at his curious eyes, and he said, "What?"

"They have family housing," Olivia said. "I called, I asked, I..."

Elliot crawled up, closer to her face. "Baby, you don't wanna live on the base with me. It's loud, it's violent, it's..."

"It's where I can be with you, every night, instead of waiting for you to get a pass, what, once every six months?" Olivia propped herself up on her elbows. "I talked to the woman for a while, El, she said I'd be free to come and go as I please. I wouldn't have to quit school, and when you leave, God forbid you even do, I can stay there, where I'd know right away if..." she broke off, looking away. "If something happened to you."

Elliot blinked. He'd tell her, soon enough, that he'd been serving his time in a command unit, behind a computer, with only six moths of active combat. "Is that really what you want?" he asked, smiling.

"I want to be with you," Olivia said, shrugging. "I don't care where, or how. I just...I can't stand to be away from you. I cry, every night. Without you, the nightmares come back, and do you have any idea what it's like having Trevor running down the hall and banging on my door because he can hear me screaming?"

"Probably the same way it feels to have Porter staring at me when I wake up in a cold sweat because I don't feel you next to me," Elliot said, dropping his head to kiss her. "Baby, when I have to return to camp, come with me. We'll talk to my C.O, see what he says."

Olivia nodded, feeling him sliding his hands up her body again. He slid her shirt up over her head, removed her bra, and kissed her neck, reaching blindly toward the side table drawer. Olivia stopped him, and his head popped up. He looked her straight in the eyes, questioning why she stopped him. "I love you," she whispered to him. "I love you, and I want to give you the one thing you want, more than anything."

Elliot narrowed his eyes. "I've already got you, baby," he said. Then his eyes widened. "Baby?" he asked, whispering.

"There's no harm in trying, El," Olivia said, a twinkle in her eyes. "You said, last night, that you wanted to..."

"I know what I said," Elliot told her. "I just didn't think you'd...I didn't mean right now," he said, still in shock.

Olivia moved his hand away from the table. "Why not now?" she asked. "The baby would be born over the summer, the base has daycare, and you want this."

"Do you?" Elliot asked, tears building up in his eyes as he moved over her.

Olivia nodded. She glanced at the clock, noting that it was just past midnight, and smiled. She turned back to face Elliot and shifted her hips, positioning him at her entrance. "Happy Birthday, baby," she said, pulling his face down to hers, kissing him.

"Best birthday ever," Elliot said, pushing into her, without a condom, for the first time ever, knowing the consequences, and praying they'd have to face them.

A/N: Do Olivia and Elliot move into Family Housing? What does Melinda have to say for herself? How will Brian get back into Elliot and Olivia's life? What happened with Alex and Joey? And...does Elliot's birthday sex lead to a birthday baby, or will they have to try a little harder? REVIEWS will make me answer these questions faster!