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Elliot kept his eyes fixed on Gemma as they walked through the hallway to the empty squad room, keeping the same stride slightly behind her. He felt his chest constrict slightly when they walked in and Olivia sat on her desk with her legs crossed. She was biting her nail and looking down at a file in her lap, most likely reading the same sentence for the thirteenth time and not knowing what it really meant. She looked exhausted, but he knew she wouldn't dare close her eyes until she saw Gemma was safe and sound.

Gemma stopped a few feet from the desk and cleared her throat. "I'm here."

Olivia's head jerked up before her body did. "Thank God." She lifted up Gemma's arms, examining her for any injuries. She seemed to relax when she didn't find any marks on her. "Are you okay?"

"That's a stupid question." Gemma stated before she heard Elliot say her name with a warning. She glared at him over her shoulder before turning back to Olivia. "I'm fine, just in need of a shower and change of clothes."

"Join the club." Olivia said before grabbing her jacket from the desk behind her. "You can either stay with me or with Dave and Mya at the hotel. It's your choice."

Gemma pointed to Elliot over her shoulder. "Where is he staying?" The room fell silent. Gemma smirked and sat down on a nearby desk and started picking at her nails. "Looks like Mommy and Daddy have some talking to do."

Elliot frowned. "I swear, if you weren't eighteen."

"I've endured worse." Gemma shrugged before standing up. "You have showers here, right?"

Olivia sighed and nodded her head. "There are spare clothes in the locker room. Just walk through there." She watched as Gemma walked off, her heels clicking on the floor, before turning her gaze back to Elliot. "What do you want to do?"

Elliot sighed. "I'd like to spend time with my daughter, our daughter." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going to put you an uncomfortable situation though."

"This is uncomfortable any way you slice it." Olivia breathed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to force you to go home. You're right. We both deserve time with her, especially after the day we had." She bit her lip and glanced towards the hallway where Gemma disappeared. "Dave and Mya might want her to go with them."

"They won't force Gemma to come with them. They'll respect her decision." Elliot stated before looking down at her feet. "That's part of why we chose them."

Olivia huffed out a breath. "As much as I hate to say it, we need to figure our shit out before we unload it on Gemma." She leaned against her desk again. "That's going back nearly two decades to the night we conceived her."

"I never did ask you if you wanted to keep her." Elliot said aloud, mostly to himself than to her. "By the time you found out you were pregnant and told me, you already kind of had a game plan and asked me what I thought. But, I never asked you if it was what you wanted." He looked at her, seeing her head hanging down slightly. "Is that what you wanted?"

Olivia shook her head. "It was the right thing to do. Keeping her would've destroyed your marriage, our partnership. We would've resented each other by the time she was old enough to speak." She looked Elliot in the eyes. "Yes, I wanted to keep her. But, I knew giving her up would give us all better chances of happiness."

Elliot walked over to her and leaned against her desk beside her. "It wouldn't have been that bad, Liv." He crossed his arms over his chest. "But, I know on some level that we did the right thing. When I got Kathy pregnant the first time, my gut reaction was to marry her. Although I love my kids, we married for the wrong reasons." He bumped his shoulder into hers. "You would've castrated me for even thinking the same thing with you."

Olivia chuckled, letting her head drop to his shoulder. "As stupid as that idea would've been, I wouldn't have gone that far."

"Sex was that good, huh?" Elliot grinned before receiving a whack from her hand across his arm. "Well from your reactions that night, it wasn't bad."

"You're terrible." Olivia chuckled. She wrapped her arm around his, taking a moment to take in the feeling of him next to her. "You weren't even mad that I got pregnant."

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I get mad? You weren't the only one who couldn't control themselves that night. It's not like you were aiming to get pregnant." He buried his nose in her hair. "Getting mad at you. . .was pointless. Nothing would've been solved. I was so shocked that there was no room to be mad." He smiled lightly and slipped his fingers between hers. "Besides, Gemma is nothing to be mad about. Worried, irritated, driving me to psychotic, yes. Those things I can relate to her. But, mad? Never."

Olivia stood next to Mya in the kitchen as she watched Gemma sit on the floor playing with Noah who sat between her outstretched legs. "It's cute, isn't it?" Mya's voice rang in Olivia's ears.

"She's really good with him." Olivia breathed. She put down her glass of water and glanced back towards her bedroom door. Dave had taken Elliot in there an hour ago to reprimand him for leaving. She didn't think it would take this long. "What is Dave doing?"

"Don't worry about it. He's just letting Elliot know what him leaving did to you. What you've been through since he left." Mya stated, putting a hand on Olivia's arm. "Now that Gemma is in the picture, we don't want her to deal with her father suddenly walking out on her."

Olivia shook her head. "He would never do that to one of his kids." She bit her lip thinking over Mya's words. "Is Dave telling him everything?"

Mya nodded her head once. "Every detail that we heard in court."

"Are you crazy?" Olivia asked in a hushed tone before running past her to her bedroom door. She opened it to find Dave standing by her window and Elliot sitting on her bed. His eyes were red and puffy and tear streaks covered his face. His hands were shaking to the point where even holding onto his knees couldn't stop it. She looked back at Dave, feeling the familiar cotton ball catch in her throat. "How much did you tell him?"

"I just finished telling him about how your detectives found you in the cabin." Dave stated, his glare fixated on Elliot.

Olivia closed her bedroom door. "You had no right, Dave."

Dave's eyes widened as he turned his eyes to her, his glare softening. "You weren't going to tell him, and he needed to know."

"You have no clue what you just did." Olivia whispered. She turned to Elliot and kneeled down in front of him, catching his attention. She cupped his face in her hands, fighting off tears when she felt his wet her fingertips. "El, I'm here. I'm fine. I'm safe. I made it out alive. Okay?"

Elliot's voice came out so gruff and so filled with hatred that Dave stepped away from the two. Although scary to any other person, she knew that voice meant he wanted to protect her. "Where is he?"

Olivia pressed her forehead to his, keeping her eyes locked on his. "He's gone. He's six feet under, and he's never going to come near me again." She relaxed slightly when she felt Elliot's hands grab onto her waist protectively. "Honest to God."

"If I had stayed-" Elliot whispered, but he stopped himself when his voice cracked. His eyes closed, and he ducked his head down into the crook of her neck, pulling her closer to him.

Olivia felt a few of her own tears fall. "Don't talk like that. El, this isn't your fault. Even if you were here, you couldn't have prevented Lewis from coming after me." She cupped the back of his head. "El, please know this isn't your fault."

"But, you wanted me to save you. And, I was too selfish to be there." Elliot said into her neck.

"Of course, I wanted you to save me." Olivia whispered, feeling her heart sink realizing just how much Dave had really told him. "I didn't want anybody else. I don't want anybody else. You're my partner, for better or worse, remember?" She let her forehead drop to the back of his, her breath hitting the side of his face. "You weren't selfish. You left to save me the pain of watching you turn into somebody I feared. You left to protect me. Do you know how many times I prayed for my mother to do that? El, you've done more for me than anybody else has in my entire life."

Elliot pulled back to look into her eyes, using the opportunity to wipe away some of her tears. "That's not saying a lot."

Olivia shook her head. "No, not really. But, it means the world to me."

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