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"I promise. I won't go anywhere. I'll be here in the morning." Gemma said as she hugged Dave and Mya at the front door. "I just want to sleep and wake up in the same place two days in a row, which is here." She smiled when Mya hugged her again. "Mom, I'll be fine."

Mya sighed as she pulled away. "I know you'll be fine. I just hope you take it easy on those two."

"I heard that." Elliot said from the kitchen, buttering a piece of toast at the counter.

Mya chuckled. "You were supposed to." She kissed Gemma's cheek. "We will be back tomorrow morning. So if you run off, I will hunt you down."

Gemma chuckled. "Good to know." She laughed when Dave pointed a finger at himself and then two at her. "Got it. Bye." She closed the door before turning to Elliot. He took a large bite of his toast, chewing it rather aggressively. She frowned when she saw the pinkish tint on the end of his nose. "Were you crying?"

"Do you care?" Elliot asked, crumbs falling off of his lips.

Gemma walked over and sat down on the barstool across from him. "Depends. Does it have anything to do with you leaving or her kidnapping?"

"You know about Olivia's kidnapping." Elliot said, his eyes going wide.

"I Googled both of you after I left yesterday." Gemma stated before ripping off a piece off Elliot's toast and popping it into her mouth. "Most of your articles were about physically assaulting people you arrested. Everything I read on her was about William Lewis."

Elliot ripped off another bite of his dinner before setting it down on the counter. "I didn't know." He closed his eyes. "I didn't even think to Google her."

Gemma rolled her eyes. "It would've been better if you called her."

"Okay, the little guy is out. He could barely keep his eyes open when he was brushing his teeth thanks to you." Olivia smiled at Gemma as she rounded the corner. She glanced around the apartment. "Dave and Mya left."

"Just said goodbye to them." Gemma stated before hopping off the barstool. "I figured tonight would be as good as any to find out how I even happened."

Elliot smirked at her. "Well, when a man and a woman get very drunk-"

Olivia smacked his arm with a chuckle. "Shut up. That's not exactly how it happened."

"I was doing the fast version." Elliot shrugged before shoving the rest of his toast into his mouth. He pointed out towards the living room. "Sit."

Gemma sat down in the armchair, watching as Elliot and Olivia slowly sat down, side by side, on the couch. They both looked at her as if bracing for a marathon. Taking a deep breath, she spit out her first question. "So, how did you two end up in bed together? You two were partners for, what I'd imagine, a long time. This had to be hanging between you two."

"I'll admit. Everybody always thought there was more between us, and they were right." Elliot stated. "As much as we loved you, we had to force ourselves not to think about you just so we could do our job and be ourselves." He shrugged his shoulders. "Giving you up was painful, brutally painful. Thinking about you every day would've been excruciating."

Olivia nodded in agreement. "We would think about you when we weren't on the clock, when we were together to catch a bite to eat or have a drink. We would eventually come to you." She leaned back into the cushions and sighed. "It started rather quickly. We had been partners for a couple of weeks, and we had an extremely hard case."

"We went out for drinks. Something we did quite often." Elliot added. "But, we were really thrown from the case. We did everything we could, but it wasn't enough."

"We drank more than we should've." Olivia breathed before looking at Elliot, his profile to her. "I suggested he stay at my place, so Kathy wouldn't be mad at him for being completely hammered."

Elliot ran a hand down his face. "I wasn't particularly happy with my marriage, and I didn't want to upset her. So, I agreed." He leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. "It sounds cliché, but, once her apartment door opened, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other." He felt Olivia tense slightly beside him before relaxing. "We just wanted to feel something other than pain, and we went about it the wrong way."

"He was a gentleman, stayed until the morning." Olivia added, smirking as she added the last part. "He even made me breakfast as a way of making it up to me."

Gemma brought her knees up to her chest. "So, it was just one night?"

Olivia nodded as Elliot spoke. "It was only one night. We pretended like it never happened. And, it was going fine." He smirked as he pointed at her. "Then, we found out that you were on your way."

"I took five pregnancy tests, went to the doctor to verify." Olivia chuckled, closing her eyes thinking about how insane she drove herself. "I told Elliot the night I left the doctor's office. He came to every appointment, and he was the one who actually found Dave and Mya."

"Why did you give me up?" Gemma asked. The million-dollar question that she had been avoiding was no longer avoidable. It was the answer she had both been praying for and dreading the majority of her life. "You two were friends. You had jobs. So, why?"

Elliot cleared his throat. "I was married with four kids at the time. My youngest being two-year-old twins." He glanced back at Olivia. "We loved being partners and going to the board with your pregnancy would've forced them to split us up. Keeping you would've meant separation, divorce, splitting of kids. . .we figured it would be easier for all parties involved to give you up quietly."

Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "Don't get us wrong. We wanted to keep you. We wanted you so bad. But, it just wasn't in the cards for us to have you then." She wrapped her arms around her torso and leaned forward so her and Elliot's shoulders were touching. "We didn't even have to tell our captain I was pregnant. You were so tiny. I just wore some bulky sweaters, and nobody thought differently."

"I made sure she was safe though. I kept her out of the line of fire. I guarded her from every perp." Elliot stated. "It wasn't as safe as I would've liked her to be, but it was what we could afford with the information everybody else had."

"So, nobody knows about me. All of the people you know have no clue that you had a child together." Gemma stated wide eyed.

Olivia nodded. "That would be correct."

Gemma felt a knife twist deep in her stomach. She knew that her parents wouldn't tell everybody about her existence, but she figured at least a few people would've known. She looked over at the entertainment unit, Olivia and Noah's picture sitting above the TV. "What about Noah?"

"I adopted him." Olivia nodded, glancing at the picture herself.

Gemma huffed out a breath. "So, I was wrong place, wrong time, wrong fuck."

"Hey!" Elliot nearly barked. Olivia grabbed his arm, silently reminding him about the sleeping five-year-old in the next room.

"It's true!" Gemma fought back. "If she had slept with somebody else, if it had been a different time, this would be completely different." She looked between the both of them. "You both said it yourselves. It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened."

Olivia held up her hands. "But, it did. Gem, even if we could go back to that night and change it, we wouldn't. We had you."

Gemma huffed out a breath. "You gave me up to make your own lives easier."

"We gave you up to give you better chances." Elliot corrected her, effectively shutting her up. "You would have four siblings that would despise your very existence. You would, most likely, have parents who are sick of each other."

Gemma's eyes widened. "You really think you two wouldn't be together if you had kept me. You're insane. You were gone for six years, and you two act like you're married." She stood up and headed for the front door. "This is unbelievable."

Elliot hurried over and blocked off the front door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to make your lives easier once more. Nothing's changed from then. You may be divorced, but the feelings attached to whatever belief system you have will still exist now." Gemma stated before grabbing the doorknob. She yanked it, but it moved an inch before it closed against from Elliot's weight against it. "Let me go."

"Gemma, it's not going to happen. You are staying here, because we want you here. Feelings, strings, mess, and all. We don't care what happens with everybody else now. We just want you here." Olivia said, her arms crossed over her chest as she stood behind Gemma.

Gemma glared at Elliot who was still guarding the door. "Fine, I'll stay." She let the doorknob go. She looked over her shoulder at Olivia. "I'll need pajamas."

Gemma fidgeted on the couch as she moved the blanket around. "This is so uncomfortable."

"What? The couch?" Elliot asked as he started flipping through channels for something to watch. He tossed a pillow and blanket onto the recliner.

"No, wearing pajamas." Gemma gritted out before giving up and flopping her arms down on the blanket.

Elliot's eyes widened. "You don't wear pajamas?"

Gemma smirked as she snuggled into the couch. "No, I wear my boyfriend." She giggled when Elliot fake gagged and covered his mouth with the collar of his t-shirt. "Like I wanted to learn about how I was conceived."

"At least ours was disguised in a metaphor." Elliot hissed. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table and grabbed the arms of the recliner. "No father should have these mental images of his daughter."

Gemma frowned when Elliot started pulling the recliner to the front door, sitting the large leather chair against it. "What are you doing?"

Elliot sat down and pulling on the side lever, kicking out the footrest and pushing back so he was laying down. He threw the blanket out and let it fall over his body. "Making sure you keep your promise." He reached out and locked the front door before closing his eyes. "Goodnight."

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