As Olivia sits in the exam room, anxiously waiting for a second she feels a sense of relief that she isn't alone. She stares at the artwork on the wall in front of her. Fin shakes a container of mints to attract her attention. She looks over at him, as he sits next to her in a hard plastic chair.
"I saw you barf in that trashcan, by the way."
She remains silent as she accepts the mint he offers her.
"Is the reason that you don't want to undergo the amniocentesis that your worried someone is going to tell you that something is wrong?"
"I just feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Several minutes later they are joined in the exam room.
"Nice to see you again, Miss Benson. I see that you have brought some reinforcements this time."
"This is…" Olivia freezes.
"I'm her partner, Fin," he waves.
"I'm Dr. Greene."
"Nice to meet you," he flashes her one of his hundred watt smiles.
"Let's take a look, shall we?"
Olivia nods in agreement. It only takes a few seconds to find an appropriate angle.
"There is your baby. It looks like she is waving at you today. Let's get a good listen to her heartbeat." She listens carefully as the sound of the heartbeat fills the room. She scrutinizes the screen very closely.
Fin says nothing, despite the fact that his detective skills read her micro-expressions, and pick up on something being off. He quickly glues his eyes to the screen to examine what it is that she might be seeing.
"As you know today is the anatomy scan. We are going to get a lot of frames. If I pause please don't be alarmed. I am simply examining everything as I go to ensure that every appropriate part is present and accounted for. I will be moving the probe a good bit to make sure that I get all of the images I need. The nurse mentioned that you are still having a significant amount of morning sickness," Dr. Greene tries to keep the conversation going.
Fin locks eyes with the OB/GYN when he finally sees what she is looking at.
"Every day, all day," she confirms.
"I am going to move to another angle. To get a better look," Dr. Greene informs them.
Olivia finds herself frantically trying to read the room. Her heart begins to race as she feels the tension in the room.
"Can you please just tell me what is going on? I can see the two of you looking at each other. Have I missed something? Is there a tail, or something? I mean my son suggested that it was a lizard."
"Can you tell me about your IVF procedure?" Dr. Greene tries to shift the line of questioning.
Olivia furrows her brow, "You were there."
"Yes. I see dozens of clients every single week. Can you jog my memory?"
"There isn't much to tell. You were skeptical that there would be any success. You gave me absolutely abysmal statistics on the odds of success."
Dr. Greene angles the screen so that Olivia has a clearer picture. "You are right, I did. Fortunately for us, I was completely wrong. Not only was your implantation a success, I would call it a double success."
She furrows her brow, "What are you talking about?"
Dr. Greene points to the screen, "Do you see right there how it looks like your baby has a third foot? It is a third foot, but it does not belong to that baby."
"Excuse me?!"
Dr. Greene shifts the probe to offer a clearer picture. Suddenly she can see two sets of legs on the screen.
"Sometimes I am so wrong, that we defy the odds, and in fact we double down. What I am saying is that you are expecting twins."
"That's not possible," Olivia argues, "This is not my first ultrasound."
"On rare occasions twins can hide out until the twenty week scan."
"This is a joke, right?"
"Nope, I assure you that it is not. You are carrying two healthy looking babies. I am guessing that is the reason behind morning sickness that has followed you well into your second trimester."
"Quite frankly, I think I would have preferred you telling me I was having a lizard."
She wakes up in cold sweat. She glances at the alarm clock. 308 taunts her in bright red numerals. A mental note is made to obtain a more modern, less intrusive alarm clock. She flips on the light, and sits up in her bed. She takes a sip from her bottled water. She glances at sonogram pictures on her bedside stand.
"Twins? No, that was just a dream," she assures herself as she retrieves the top image. She stares at two pairs of lower legs, and four tiny little feet. Her name is printed on the top of the image. She flips it over, and finds Fin's handwriting. 2 for 1, is written in his scrawl on the back of the image.
Amanda is sitting at her desk alternating between stirring her coffee, and watching the clock on the wall as she waits for the Captain to arrive to confront her. A doughnut suddenly appears in front of her on her desk. She looks up, and finds her former partner standing next to her desk.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He queries.
"Carisi you were right," Amanda responds.
"Say it a little louder so other people can hear it. I want them to mark this day down on the calendar. Finally, you admitting that I am right."
"You're going to think that I'm crazy."
"I am actually fairly certain of it. Go on. I look forward to whatever theory you are about to drop on me," he nudges.
"I think the Captain is pregnant."
He nearly spits his coffee out. "That is the funniest conspiracy I have heard all week. That wasn't what I was suggesting. That is nowhere near what I was thinking."
"What exactly were you thinking?"
"Something along the lines of her planning to retire," Sonny suggests.
"Yesterday she was drinking ginger tea. When was the last time anyone saw her drink? Huh? It seems as if her wardrobe has been baggier lately, as if she has something to hide."
"That is the most circumstantial case I have ever heard."
"You started this," Amanda growls.
"You aren't making a very good case here."
"She left yesterday for some meeting, and never came back."
"At what time?"
"Three o'clock. Have you ever known her to leave at three o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Maybe it went late, and she just didn't feel like coming back. She is the boss, it is her prerogative."