Less than five minutes after he leaves someone is knocking on the door. With the baby, wrapped in a blanket, in her arms, she heads to the door. She looks out the peephole, expecting to see Fin. Instead she sees a delivery man outside. She unlocks the door, and pulls it open. He looks at his clipboard.
"I have a delivery for Olivia Benson."
"I didn't order anything," she admits.
He looks at the baby, in her arms, "Maybe it's a gift, for the baby. I need a signature."
She scribbles her name on the line. He pushes the boxes inside the doorway.
"Thank you," she closes the door, behind him. She locks it, and goes into the bedroom. She places Audrey inside the basinet, and wheels her back into the living room. She grabs a pair of scissors out of a drawer, in the kitchen. She slices open the smaller box, first. She pulls out the tissue paper. She finds a note. It reads, Congratulations. From Alex. She takes a seat on the couch, with the box. She dumps the contents on the seat, next to her. She finds several outfits, inside. On the bottom, is a thermal blanket, in lavender, the bottom has a flower on it, and the name, Audrey, embroidered on it.
She vacates her seat, and moves on, to the bigger box. She slices it open, and pulls out the packing paper. She finds a note inside this one, too. It's from her Captain. Underneath the note she finds two smaller boxes. The first box contains a baby digital baby monitor. She places it on the coffee table. She lifts out the second box. This one has a picture on it. It's a swing. She puts everything into the largest box. She pushes it into the baby's bedroom. She puts the scissors back into the kitchen As she makes her way back to the living room, someone else knocks on the door. Without a second thought she moves towards the door. She looks through the peephole.
"I'll be there, in a minute," she answers. She pushes the baby into the other room. She returns to the door. She unlocks it, once again. She pulls it open.
"What are you doing here?" she wonders.
"I came to check on you," Amanda reveals.
"Why?"
"Because they closed the case in Bedford, yet you and Fin didn't show up for work, this morning."
"I'm fine."
"So, why aren't you at work?"
Olivia briefly glances at her watch.
"I..." she struggles to come up with a reason.
Amanda enters the apartment. She closes the door, behind her.
"What is going on? Why are you acting so weird?"
"I'm not."
"Where is Tutuola?"
"I assume that he is at his apartment."
"Olivia, are you going to tell me what's going on, or not?"
"You should go," Olivia tells her, "I am perfectly fine."
"I am not going anywhere, until you tell me what's going on."
"Please," Olivia begs, "just go."
Amanda doesn't have a chance to argue. The crying, from the other room, interrupts their conversation. Olivia leaves the room, without a word. She slips into her bedroom. She grabs a pacifier, and gives it to Audrey.
"I know you're hungry, but it will have to wait," she whispers.
The baby spits the pacifier out. Her face is red, and the vein in her forehead pulsates. She continues to try. Olivia lifts her out of the basinet, and attempts to soothe her. She doesn't stop crying. Olivia returns to the living room, knowing that Rollins is waiting.
"What is going on, here?" Amanda inquires, as Olivia returns to the living room.
"Have a seat," Olivia tells her, pointing to the couch.
Amanda takes a seat on the couch. She watches Olivia, as she joins her. Amanda stares at the crying baby, in her arms.
"Where did you get a baby?" she furrows her brow, clearly thinking something.
"Where?"
"Why am I even asking? Your due date, was what, about a week ago?"
"Something like that," Olivia admits.
"You lied to me."
"What choice did I have?"
"Why do you keep pushing me away. How am I supposed to have your back, when you shut me out? Huh?"
"You don't need to know everything about me."
"I sure as hell would have liked to have known that you were still pregnant. Olivia, what were you thinking? You walked into a hostage situation, pregnant. You could have gotten everyone killed. What would make you think that was ok?"
"I wasn't thinking."
"Obviously. I don't get it. Why are you doing this? Why would you lie to me?"
"You thought that I should have an abortion."
"I couldn't understand why you would willingly put yourself through hell, again."
"There are a lot of things you don't understand."
"Why did you lead me to believe that you had an abortion?"
"So you would stop asking questions, that I couldn't answer."
"I wouldn't have..."
"Yes you would have. You wouldn't have understood this."
"I don't even know what this is. Did you plan to keep the baby, all along?"
She shakes her head, "No. That wasn't my plan. It was never my plan. I didn't plan any of this. I never would have planned to wind up pregnant, after being raped. I never would have planned being blindsided, with the news, in my second trimester."
"What was the plan?"
"I just planned on giving birth. For me, it was too late to do anything else. I planned on having the baby, and giving it up, for adoption."
"She's right there," Amanda points out.
"I know."
"Did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That it was a girl?"
"No. I didn't know. I didn't know, a lot of things. I thought that it would be better, if I gave her to someone else. But, I couldn't. I didn't know that I would love her, I didn't know that I could."
"Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be?"
"Yes, I know."
"Can you please make her stop crying?"
Olivia nods.
