Loving the feedback. It helps A LOT. Keep it coming, tell me what you want and what you don't want, what you like and what you don't and I'll TRY to keep chapters coming. Two things:

One – After this chapter, the story will pick up in present time after "Turmoil" and might have a few more flashbacks.

Two – There will definitely be a happy ending. Not into angst. We get enough of that on the show *rolls eyes*

Elliot was waiting on Olivia as she exited her bathroom. She'd been brushing her teeth and she was still in her panties and Elliot's t-shirt. He caught her off guard, causing her to gasp as he pinned her against the wall in the bedroom outside the bathroom door.

His eyes were dark with lust and desire as he grabbed her wrists lightly and pinned them beside her head, making sure she could get herself out of his grip if she truly wanted to but so far, she wasn't fighting him.

The shirt that belonged to Elliot just barely covered her ass and he was still in the boxers she'd given him since his cloths were still in the dryer.

Elliot was face to face with her as he gazed into her eyes. The brown eyes staring back at him held desire but also a hint of humor as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"And just what are you doing?" She asked lazily. Olivia was a mixture of sleepy and aroused. He could smell the freshness of the toothpaste on her breath.

"There's only a few hours left in today…" Elliot told her as he glanced at her parted lips.

Olivia snorted and he smiled at her.

"You're gonna use that day pass as much as possible, aren't you?" She asked, licking her lips just to toy with him.

Elliot kissed her then. It was slow and sweet. She tasted like her toothpaste, fresh and mint like.

He then kissed his way down her chin and to her neck as his hands released her wrists and slowly made their way to her waist. He continued to pin her against the wall as he straightened back up and kissed her on the lips again.

Olivia moaned.

Then, very swiftly, Elliot got down on his knees and hooked his fingers in her panties, slipping them down her legs. Olivia stepped out of them eagerly. She braced her hands on the wall behind her to hold herself steady.

Elliot buried his face between her legs and she gasped. His left hand ran up the back of her right leg, massaging it and then picking it up and hooking it over his left shoulder.

Olivia bit her lip in anticipation as she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. She ran her right hand through his short hair.

Elliot kissed the top of her mound. The skin there was smooth.

"You shaved when you took a shower earlier…" He commented lightly as he began to kiss and nip at the soft skin between her legs.

If he would have looked up, he would have seen her turn a shade of pink in shyness. Her nipples were hard against his shirt that she still wore.

Elliot grabbed her left leg and hooked it over his right shoulder. Now he was on his knees fully supporting her weight but this was what he lived for. Elliot worked out at least four times a week and it wasn't just to stay in shape for work, it was also for moments like this, for supporting the weight of the woman he cared about while he fucked her with his mouth.

Olivia could feel the muscles in his back contract against her calf muscles.

"Oh, Jesus…" Olivia hissed as she felt his tongue trace the outside of her clit. He was toying with her, making it slow and painfully sweet.

She now gripped the back of his head, trying to shove his face further into her core.

Elliot leaned back momentarily. "Patience is a virtue, Liv…" He hummed.

"You're an asshole…" She whined.

He smiled as he continued to work, shoving his tongue inside her and flicking it a few times before sucking one of her swollen lips into his mouth.

"Oh El…" She moaned after gasping, her back arching off the wall.

The lapping sounds filled her bedroom as Elliot latched his lips onto the swollen ones between her legs and started to suck hard as he dodged his tongue in and out of Olivia's body.

"Oh fuck… oh god, Elliot… oh!" She said loudly as she bucked her hips into his face and Elliot pushed her harder into the wall. "Shit… I'm gonna cum… oh FUCK! AH!" Olivia let her voice bounce off the bedroom walls as she hit her climax, not caring if her neighbors heard her or not.

Elliot allowed her to ride out her orgasm on his face and once it was over, he gently bent down so she could touch her feet to the carpet. It didn't much matter though because she collapsed onto the floor anyways.

Olivia was out of breath. "Son-of-a-bitch, you're good…" She panted.

He bent down to wipe his face on the bottom of the shirt she was currently occupying. Elliot smiled as he sat between her legs which were currently a bit shaky. He loved that he had this effect on her, that he could do this to her, god he loved it.

Olivia rolled her eyes when she saw the shit eating grin on his face and playfully pushed him away. "Your ego did not need any more boosting…" She commented. He laughed.

As he got himself off the floor, he extended a hand to her, helping her up.

She reached down and retrieved her panties, slipping them back on. When she turned around, she realized that he was no longer standing beside her. Then she heard a peeing sound coming from the bathroom. Elliot was using the toilet.

Olivia waited for him to exit the bathroom. When he did, he walked right past her heading down the hall. He stopped at her dryer, taking the warm clothes out of the machine and sat them in a pile on top of the washer and began folding them, putting the folded clothes on top of the dryer.

She looked at him with a confused expression as she walked over to him.

"What are you doing?" She questioned.

"What's it look like?" He asked, glancing at her. "Laundry, folding clothes." Elliot said, answering his own question.

"Well… why?" She asked.

"It's done drying… just thought it's the least I could do… you've let me stay here, use your shower, you washed my clothes…"

"No, I mean… Elliot, we were in the middle of something and you stopped to fold laundry?" Olivia was almost concerned now but Elliot smiled at her as he stopped what he was doing and walked closer to her.

He leaned in and kissed her.

"That in there…" He said, nodding his head towards her bedroom. "That was all for you, Liv."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"You mean… you don't want me to…?"

"No, I just wanted to see you come again… hear you yell my name one more time before all of this is over…" Elliot said, giving her a sad smile and going back to folding clothes.

Olivia walked over to him and put her hands on top of his, stilling his movements.

"Stop." She said gently and made eye contact with him. "What is this? What's going on?"

"Nothing, Liv." He told her honestly.

She swallowed.

"Why don't you want me to get you off?" Olivia asked him seriously. "Have I done something?" She wondered in almost fear.

"No!" He said immediately, trying to ease her mind. "No, god no. You're fine, Liv. It's just…"

"It's just what?" She asked, staring at him.

They were standing side by side and she was looking at him intently.

Elliot then laughed. He actually laughed as he ran a hand over his short hair and gazed around the room.

"Olivia, I'm in my mid-forties… I don't even know if I can get off again." He told her. "And I don't want to try and find out either." He added. "Just then, that was for you because I fucking love seeing you in ecstasy. I love hearing you call out my name when you climax and I don't know if I'll ever get to hear it or see it again, so I needed to get one more time in today, okay?"

She was now biting her lip in embarrassment.

"Alright…" She said in a small voice, now wishing to change the topic. Olivia picked up some clothes and began folding.

"Hey," He called to her, making her look at him. "We're gonna finish up here then we're gonna go get back in bed and I'm gonna hold you until we fall asleep. Okay?" He asked.

Olivia smiled at him. "Yeah, El. That sounds really good."

They continued to fold clothes. When they were almost done, Elliot spoke up once more.

"So, since I'm giving you my shirt, to go along with that collection of hoodies of mine that you have in your closet, which by the way I did notice you thief," He said to her and she cut her eyes to him.

"You were snooping around my apartment when I was asleep, weren't you?" She asked him.

Elliot shrugged. "I'm a detective… what did you really expect?"

Her mouth hung open in annoyance and surprise at how willing he was to admit it.

"You asshole… It's only TWO hoodies and if you wouldn't leave them here, I wouldn't have started the collection…" She told him, cocking an eyebrow at him then went back to finish folding the last of the clothes.

"Anyways…" He began again. "As I was saying, I think that since I'm allowing you to keep my shirt," And Olivia laughed at the word "allowing" because they both knew that if she really wanted something, it was hers and he couldn't do much about it. "I think you should let me keep something of yours…"

"What-" Olivia started but gasped when she looked over and saw that Elliot was playing with one of her red, lacy thongs that she had washed in this load of laundry. She reached for it but Elliot was taller than her and held it out of her reach.

"Elliot Stabler, you give that back!" She demanded, jumping in the air trying to grab her thong back. He laughed and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"I didn't even know you wore thongs, Liv…" He commented. "I've never seen you wear one, ever."

"And you never will if you don't give it back." She threatened him.

Elliot's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "So, there is hope in the future?" He questioned her.

Olivia rolled her eyes, cursing herself for saying what she had.

"And just what would Kathy say if she caught you with my thong, Elliot? Hmm? How would you explain that one to her?" She asked, hoping that mentioning Kathy would throw him off but it didn't.

"I was thinking I'd keep it in my locker at work… or my desk drawer… you know, a nice little keep sake?" Elliot told her as he began to laugh.

"Elliot, give it back. I only have like four of them as it is." She argued with him lightly.

"Oh, there's more?" He questioned. Olivia was only fueling his fire apparently. "When do you wear them? Special occasions?" He asked, giving in and handing it to her. She took it and put it on top of a pile of folded clothes that she picked up and headed to her bedroom with.

Elliot followed.

He stood closely as she put the pile of clothes on her dresser and opened her panty drawer to drop the thong inside. Elliot leaned over to glance in the drawer but she shut it quickly.

"Stop it!" She told him as she had a small smile on her face and gently hit him in the chest.

"When do you wear them, Liv?" He asked again, leaning his ass against her dresser and crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Olivia huffed and went to sit at the foot of her bed.

"I wear them when I go on dates or if I was meeting up with Alex…" Olivia said as she made eye contact with him. "Alex liked them. That pair in particular."

Elliot licked his lips as his smile slowly faded.

"I'm sorry things didn't work out with her. I really am."

Olivia shrugged. "It's okay. We weren't meant to be, we wanted different things. We both cheated on each other anyways. It was a toxic relationship, a fucked up one."

"You deserve better than her… you deserve better than me too." Elliot told her lightly.

"El… I don't wanna talk about this, the break-up or whatever the hell it was, it's still fresh and… and if I ever see Trever Langan again I'm going to go to jail for punching him square in the face." Olivia told him boldly as she stood up and walked around, getting into bed.

"Come on…" She called to him. "You promised me you'd hold me." Olivia stated as she reached over and turned her lamp off, letting the light of the city be the only light left flowing into the room.

Elliot gave her a light smile as he walked over and got under the covers from the opposite side of the bed.

Olivia scooted closer to him until they were face to face. She rested her hands under her pillow that her head was on and he encircled her waist with his arms, giving her a light kiss before intertwining their legs.

She swallowed hard at how normal this felt.

"This is becoming too comfortable for us." Olivia told him with sadness in her voice. He looked into her eyes and he could swear he could see into the depths of her soul. Elliot could see that she was scared, scared of them, of the future, of what lies ahead.

"It was just one day." He tried to rationalize it with her. "We didn't even sleep together if that makes you feel any better."

"It's still adultery." She told him strongly. Olivia would never lie about that to him or to herself. She knew what this was. She knew what she was.

"I know." He told her lightly.

They were both quiet for a minute and Olivia closed her eyes. She wanted sleep to come because she wanted to be well rested for work in the morning but at the same time she didn't want to sleep at all because she wanted to soak up every single moment she had left of being in his arms.

Elliot's eyes remained open as he studied her face and how vulnerable she looked, how beautiful and strong she looked even when she was trying to sleep but he knew she was awake just like she knew he was studying her.

"Can I be honest about something?" Elliot lightly asked into the silence and Olivia slowly opened her eyes.

"You can always be honest with me, El. You know that." She told him gingerly. Olivia watched as he bit his lip and slowly looked away like he was contemplating actually saying what he had been planning to.

"Hey," She called to him softly. When he looked back at her, she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He let his hands caress her lower back in return. "I'm here for you, you can tell me anything." Olivia said as she pulled away.

Elliot took a deep breath.

"You're scaring me." He said.

Olivia's face contorted in confusion. "What? Why?" She asked genuinely clueless.

"You won't have sex with me…" He said lightly, hoping that his statement wouldn't come off the wrong way but Olivia knew him too well for that. She knew that he wasn't mad or angered at her refusal to fully fuck him.

Olivia rubbed her lips together tightly. "Okay… why does that scare you?" She asked.

"You say it's not because of Harris and I believe you, I swear I do." Elliot made eye contact with her to let her know he was being honest. He truly did believe her. "But I also know it's not because I'm married, I just know that's what you like to blame it on." He told her.

She remained silent and her face was passive.

"I can read you like a book sometimes… it's why we're so good together. And this is one of those times." Elliot stated, looking at her with sad eyes.

Olivia's eyes were starting to water. This wasn't how she wanted this day to end. She didn't want to discuss this with him and she wouldn't but she also couldn't be mad at him for being concerned about her.

"I know something happened to you… the fact that I don't know what it is, scares me." He let his voice drop to a whisper as his hands continued to caress her skin underneath his shirt that she wore. "A ton of things are running through my mind and half of them are scaring the shit outta me, Liv."

She rubbed her lips together and nodded, letting him know that she understood and she was hearing him out.

"Alright." Olivia said as calmly as she could. She removed her hands from under her pillow and wrapped them around his neck loosely so they could still look at one another. "I wasn't raped by anyone. Not by Harris, or anyone else. So, you can knock that thought out of your mind…." She said eyeing him. "I wasn't raped, ever." Olivia repeated once more just for his sake.

His face visibly relaxed. Apparently, this had been weighing heavy on his heart.

"You weren't raped, ever, by anyone." Elliot repeated more so for himself.

Olivia gave him a small smile and nodded. She let her right hand caress his face and he leaned into her touch.

"I believe you." He told her strongly.

"I know you do." She responded. "I know, you don't have to tell me that. I trust you and I know you trust me."

He smiled. "I do." Elliot stated. "I just wish you'd trust me enough to tell me whatever it is that happened, whatever scared you away from me." His eyes were filled with pain.

Olivia shook her head. "No." She replied lightly. "It is my burden to bare, not yours." Even though it was half his, she would never put that on him.

"I don't want it to destroy us…" Elliot told her.

Olivia laughed and bit her lip as she smiled sadly at him. "There is no 'us', remember?" She stated. "Today didn't happen, just like all the other times didn't happen. You are going to go home to that beautiful little boy tomorrow." Olivia told him. "And even if Kathy comes through with her threat of not wanting you in the bed, my couch is always available to you. You are always welcome here whether it's in the bed or on the couch." She said. "We won't be doing anything that we did today, but don't ever think you have nowhere to go, because you do. I'll never turn you away if you need a place to crash or you need somewhere to cool down and clear your mind."

Elliot sucked in a deep breath. "I care about you so fucking much, Olivia." He said as he pressed his forehead to hers and pulled their bodies as close together as possible.

"This is getting dangerous." Olivia whispered, commenting on their affair.

"I know…" Elliot replied. "But we're backing off tomorrow, right?"

"Right."

"We'll be okay." He promised her, then leaned in to kiss her again. And that kiss turned into a mini make-out session.

Elliot wanted to talk to her more about whatever had happened to her but he decided to drop it. She wasn't going to tell him if she didn't want to and he didn't want to start a real argument with her. He cared about her deeply. He loved her.

After their make-out session, Olivia rolled over in his arms, pushing her back into his chest so he could spoon her as they fell asleep. Morning would come too soon for them. Olivia was going back to work and so was Elliot. They didn't need another day off, today was enough.

Olivia wished more than anything that she'd have good dreams but she knew the chances of that were unlikely, especially with talking about that heavy topic before going to bed. She was flooded with memories.

…

Flashback:

Olivia Benson had worked at computer crimes a total of four months before transferring back into the SVU unit.

Two months into working computer crimes, she'd suffered a miscarriage of a baby that she hadn't even known existed.

It's started with stomach pains at work, she'd taken some Advil to ease the pain but during the lunch break that she always spent at her desk, she'd ended up collapsing. Her boss had found her on the floor by her desk, clearly bleeding through her pants and called a bus. The next thing Olivia knew, she had woken up in the hospital wearing a hospital gown and with a doctor telling her that he was sorry but she'd lost her baby.

"What baby?" She'd wondered out loud.

It hadn't even crossed her mind that she might be pregnant. This was nearly impossible. Olivia had the birth control implant in her upper arm. It was literally a one in a million chance that she'd get pregnant but leave it to Elliot and his super sperm.

Once the doctor realized she hadn't known, he explained what had happened to her body and how miscarriages weren't so uncommon for someone her age.

"Someone my age? I'm only thirty-eight." She'd told him but he just gave her a sad smile.

Her first thought was Elliot. Oh god, Elliot. It had been his. The child she was carrying had been his. Her body had rejected Elliot Stabler's child. Her body had killed their baby. A baby that she hadn't even known existed.

Silent tears made their way down her face as she thought about everything.

She didn't understand. She'd still gotten her period, there had been no morning sickness or anything like that. She'd gained a few pounds but she'd just chopped that up to stress.

Her doctor explained that sometimes with pregnancies, the female body still had a period on rare occasions and that not everyone experiences vomiting in the first trimester.

"I've… it's um, it's already passed?" She asked hesitantly, trying to wipe her tears away but they kept coming. Olivia was in shock.

"Yes ma'am. We've kept the… remains. Some families are religious and wish to bury their unborn child. We can also run the chromosome test to tell you if it was a female or male, if you'd like to know. We weren't sure what you wanted because you were unconscious." The doctor explained.

Olivia swallowed hard as she took the box of tissues that the doctor handed her.

"Um… yes, I would… I'd like to bury the remains." Olivia told him as she thought of Elliot. She knew he was a Catholic man and that he believed life began at conception. This was his child too and even though she had already planned to never tell him about it, she would do right by what he would have wanted. "And… um, do the test?" She asked him lightly. Olivia actually wanted to know what the baby would have been.

"Of course." He smiled. Then another thought hit her.

"You didn't call my emergency contact, did you?" Olivia asked frantically. Elliot was still listed as her emergency contact.

"No ma'am, your boss arrived with you. She's waiting outside, we didn't need to contact anyone." He told her and Olivia breathed a breath of relief.

After the doctor left, her boss, Karen, made her way into the hospital room.

"I'm sorry." Karen said as she sat down beside Olivia's bed.

"I don't want anyone to know." Olivia told her sternly as she tried to stop her tears by wiping her face with a tissue. "No one can know."

"Okay." Karen nodded. "We can tell them your sugar got too low and you passed out or that you had a dizzy spell. I was the only one in the office when I found you, everyone else had gone to lunch."

"Good…" Olivia sniffed.

Even though the doctor hadn't directly told Karen what happened, she knew. Karen had suffered a miscarriage herself many years ago. She knew the signs.

"You need to see a grief counselor." Karen told Olivia lightly.

"No, I'm fine… I didn't even know I was pregnant…" Olivia confided in her boss who smiled back at her.

"I've been here, Olivia." Karen revealed. "Please, see a grief counselor."

Olivia sniffled again.

"Is that an order?" She asked.

"No," Karen replied. "If it was, I'd have to make a mark in your jacket. I'm not going to do that." She told her lightly.

"I… I'll see a counselor." Olivia huffed out.

"I'm going to give you some time off." Karen told her.

"I don't need it." Olivia argued.

"You will." Karen replied. "You'd be surprised what your body goes through when this happens. The doctor won't let you come back to work for three days anyways. Just… take five days… see the counselor. Okay?"

Olivia nodded. She couldn't reply to her boss anymore and she was done with this conversation.

The hospital had given Olivia some scrubs to wear home and Olivia had arranged for the remains of her unborn child to be buried in a plot that she bought next to her mother's grave.

Grandmother and granddaughter would be side-by-side. Yes, Olivia found out from the chromosome test that the baby was female. Olivia Benson would have been the mom to a baby girl.

Still, Olivia couldn't bring herself to name the girl. Not without Elliot anyways and she wasn't telling him.

The tombstone had "Baby Girl Benson" but she made sure to leave enough room to change it to "Baby Girl Benson-Stabler" if she wanted to, she was just scared that someone would come across it and see that she and her partner had slept together and created a child. It also had the date of the miscarriage, "May 25th, 2006."

Olivia visited the grave site several times during June and July. She was true to her word and had found a grief counselor who suggested she visit the site and talk to her daughter, pour out her feeling to the child that she wasn't able to carry.

She also made a point to visit the grave every year on the date that she'd miscarried. It was calming to her for some reason.

Therapy had helped her greatly and she hadn't even realized she needed it. Olivia had never known anyone who had experienced a miscarriage until her boss had disclosed it to her. The brunette didn't know what it was like and hadn't even witnessed it second hand. This was one field where she had no knowledge.

When Olivia eventually went back to SVU, she wasn't there that long because she got dragged away for an undercover gig by Dana Lewis. She could have easily said no but she went because being around Elliot was killing her. She was still healing from her miscarriage and it hurt to see the father of her child.

It hurt her even worse later on when he'd told her Kathy was pregnant. She'd thought they might actually start something, that they might have had a relationship and she could work up to telling him about the miscarriage but then that was shot to hell.

Olivia felt stupid for thinking that, for thinking she could actually be with him. He belonged with Kathy, he always had and always would.

Around this time, she'd vowed to never get intimate with him again. She was planning on stopping all intimacy but they'd faltered and fucked up as usual. It was like Elliot and Olivia were drawn to each other. But she wouldn't sleep with him again. She was terrified of getting pregnant again and then the fear of miscarrying again was etched into her mind.

He had to go back to Kathy, he'd had no choice and she hadn't given him one either. Elliot may not have been able to be there for her and raise their child but she'd be damned if she took him away from Kathy and their new baby.

Then, much later they'd had the case that involved stolen, frozen, fertilized eggs. The case had hit home for Olivia and Elliot had pissed her off so badly without even understanding why.

They had just gotten through talking to a couple who were using their disabled daughter's eggs to have another child. It was fucked up and Olivia wanted to call child services. She and Elliot ended up talking after they left the house.

"Parents have to make hard choices. This last pregnancy, Kathy was over forty. There was a much higher risk, risks for miscarriage, down syndrome, stuff like that." Elliot told her.

"And Eli turned out perfect so you know what? Spare me the fucking speech about women having babies over forty…" She said angrily as she stalked off towards the car.

Elliot guessed that he struck a nerve with her. Olivia was in her forties now and she didn't have any kids.

"You know, you'd make a great mom…" Elliot told her as he got into the driver's seat and shut the door.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, I'm not having this conversation with you…" She said as she looked out her window.

"You're great with kids… you're great with Eli…" He told her.

Olivia nodded her head. "Yeah, yeah, I know…" She just wanted him to shut the fuck up.

Elliot cranked the car.

"Look, maybe you should start thinking about having kids…" He told her.

"Just shut the fuck up." She told him seriously as she turned to look at him with fire in her eyes.

"Any way you wanna do it, I'll support you." He told her. She knew he meant whether she wanted to adopt or choose a donor sperm but little did he know, he'd already father a child with her. A child that her body had rejected, a child that she'd failed to keep alive in the womb.

"You know what? Just fuck you! Fuck you, Elliot!" She halfway yelled at him angrily as she pushed open her door and hoped out of the car.

Elliot was confused. He was just trying to be supportive. The car drove alongside her as he tried to convince her to get back in because it was a long walk back to the precinct.

"Fuck off, Elliot." Olivia yelled at him as she flipped him off and continued to walk down the side walk. Tears were in her eyes as she thought about that unborn child but she wouldn't let him see her cry. It wasn't until he finally gave up and sped off that she let the tears fall.

She'd managed to walk to a park that was mostly empty and sat down on a bench. After a good cry, she pulled out her phone to make a call.

"Tutuola." Fin said into his receiver.

"Fin…" Olivia said into the phone.

"Baby girl, you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I uh… I need you to come get me." She wasn't going to be able to walk back into the city. It was too long of a walk.

"What's wrong? Where's Stabler?" Fin questioned.

"I just… I'm having a bad day, okay? I need you to come get me, please?" She almost begged. Olivia was tired. This case had been trying for everyone and there were still a bunch of embryos out there somewhere that needed rescuing.

"Course, you ain't gotta ask me twice." Fin told her.

Olivia gave him her location and he came and got her. The rode back to the station together in silence. She'd asked him not to ask any questions or say anything to Cragen and he obeyed. Fin was a good friend that Olivia could always count on. He'd had her back for years and she trusted him.

…

Present Day:

Olivia awoke with the unborn child on her mind. She hated mornings like this where she was reminded of how she had become so close to being a mother but her body had thought otherwise. A part of Olivia thought that maybe it was the universe punishing her for sleeping with a married man.

She turned over to see Elliot facing her but laying on his stomach.

After looking at the clock, she reached over and lightly smacked his ass. His eyes popped open and narrowed at her as he cocked an eyebrow at her assault of his butt.

"It's time to get up…" She told him. "We have to be at work soon and we can't both show up at the same time."

"It's not like anyone would notice." Elliot mumbled into his pillow as he closed his eyes. "I pick you up all the time because I drive into the city from my house…"

Olivia sighed. He was right but she didn't know that she could handle a car ride to work with him this morning. Not after everything they'd done the day before.

"Come on…" She coaxed him out of bed. "You need to leave soon so you can get dressed at the precinct." Olivia told him. "You still have your extra change of clothes there, right?" She asked.

"So, I take it you're keeping my shirt then?" Elliot asked, opening an eye to look at her.

"Duh." She responded. And she did. She kept it.

Elliot got up and put on his jeans and tank top. He made it to the precinct just in time to head to the locker room and change before everyone arrived. Truthfully, he could have gone home and gotten more clothes but Kathy would have questioned that and it probably would have developed into a fight that he wouldn't have wanted.

Olivia arrived about thirty minutes after Elliot with her hair fixed and make-up on. Each pretending that the previous day never happened.

It would be their secret.

So, I did not come up with the pregnancy/miscarriage idea on my own. Martybaby313 suggested it in a message to me and I thought it was a great idea so I worked it in.