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A/N: This chapter is kind of slow at first, wrapping up some loose ends, so be forewarned! But it does get better! Alright, I am going to quit guessing the number chapters after this because it's taking longer than I thought to wrap up but it's almost done! Please keep reading and reviewing, I love it when my inbox has reviews!

Olivia couldn't think of anything else to say, and so settled for a "Congratulations."

Kathy smiled and said, "Thanks. So just remember, it wasn't your fault our marriage broke up. I just wanted you to know that."

"Thanks, Kathy." Olivia said, smiling at the woman, "And who's the father?"

"He's a doctor at the hospital where I work. He doesn't know yet either, though. So far only you. Please don't tell Elliot." Kathy said, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Tell me what?"

Kathy turned to find Elliot standing in the doorway, holding a starbucks cup and a salad. She flushed bright red and looked at Olivia in panic.

"Nothing, Elliot." Olivia said sweetly, "Could I have my starbucks?"

Elliot instantly lost his curiosity at what they had been talking about when he saw the smile on her face. He bounded over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed and handing her the cup.

"Well, see you tomorrow Elliot." Kathy said, smiling and then walking out.

Olivia looked over at Elliot. "What's going on tomorrow?"

"Divorce court. What was she doing here?" He responded, taking the coffee she held out for him and taking a drink. He handed it back to her and she smiled at him.

"It will be okay, El. Kathy was just in to see how I was doing." She said, running a hand down his cheek. He didn't answer, and instead went to work eating the salad. Olivia ate the occasional bite he offered her, but hadn't had much of an appetite since the surgery.

Just as they were finishing up their lunch a familiar face came bouncing in. "Olivia! How are you feeling?" questioned Casey Novak.

"Much better." Olivia said with a smile.

"Good. Well I just thought I would check on you. I am on my way to interview Mr. Telluride. Everyone at the DA's office was fighting over who could take your case, but I got it! McCoy put up a huge fight; I have never seen him like that! They are all taking this very personally." Casey told her. Olivia flushed slightly. "I will get him, Olivia. Don't worry. I have found every possible charge to put against him and if all goes well he's looking at twenty five to life."

"Are you serious?" questioned Olivia, quite surprised.

"Yes. Let's see. I have assault and attempted murder on you, attempted murder of Elliot, assault of Officer Gates, and the list goes on." Casey said.

Olivia looked over at Elliot, her eyes wide, "What? He tried to kill you?"

Elliot sighed and said, "Yes, he shot me. He's either really stupid, has bad aim, or both, however, because I was wearing a vest."

Olivia was stunned and glared at Elliot, "You never told me that! Elliot, you could have been killed! I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Casey watched the two argue for a couple minutes then quickly excused herself. "Well, you two work it out. Either way, I have him nailed. And Elliot, good luck in court tomorrow." Casey said, giving him a pat on the shoulder and then hugged Olivia.

The grass was still quite green at the cemetery and contrasted brilliantly with the red roses Olivia dropped beside the headstone. Olivia hadn't been to her mother's grave for nearly a month, which was very unusual considering she generally visited it at least once a week, if not more. She sighed as she leaned harder against her crutches. Her knee was still quite useless for walking, which meant no work, not even desk work, until next week. It had taken her a while to come to terms with what had happened to her, but even longer what the repercussions had been on the people around her. Jake had attacked Casey in interrogation, breaking her arm. He had shot Elliot, something that would have killed him had it not been for the vest. He had scared Maureen half to death the night he dragged Olivia into the hospital. Those were the things that really bothered her, since she considered them to be her fault because of her extraordinarily bad taste in boyfriends. But at least now she knew her luck had changed with Elliot.

Elliot had fared well in divorce court, considering his job, and was awarded two weekends a month and some holidays with his kids. Kathy was moving in with her fiancé, the doctor whom she had been having a relationship with for the past year and whose child she carried. The kids were more than a little sour about that, and Maureen constantly talked about how excited she was to be able to move out and see her dad more often.

Olivia jumped about ten feet into the air when suddenly a second bouquet of roses dropped in front of her. She turned around to find Elliot standing with a smile on his face. Olivia smiled back broadly as he kissed her cheek. "Well?" she questioned.

"Verdict's in. Jake's guilty on all counts. Novak just called me. He's got 25 years with no possibility of parole." Elliot told her with a grin.

"How did you know where to find me?" questioned Olivia, hopping closer to him.

He smirked and said, "I know you a lot better than you think." Olivia smiled at this and turned and took one last look at her mother's grave.

"Come on." She told him, and he nodded. For the first time ever, Olivia had company when walking from the cemetery.

Back at her apartment, Olivia sat on Elliot's lap with her arms around his neck. He ran his hands gently up and down her back and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Olivia sighed and pressed her head up against his chest, relaxing into his comforting hold. She yawned widely and Elliot looked down at her. "Tired?"

"A little." She admitted. Elliot put one arm underneath her knees and the other over her back, lifting her easily up off the couch. He carried her down the hall and pushed open the door to her room, laying her down on her back. "I could have walked, El." Olivia told him with a smile.

"I know that, but I liked carrying you." He answered with a grin. She took his hand and looked up at him. "Well, you get to sleep." He started to stand but she held his hand tighter.

"Please stay." She said, a puppy dog begging look on her face. Elliot had been given this look from her before, and hadn't ever been able to turn it down. If she weren't so god damn cute, he thought with a sigh. He walked around the side of her bed and lay down next to her, putting his arms around her waist.

Olivia closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath tickling her neck and ruffling her hair slightly. She sighed in contentment, running her hand absentmindedly up and down his arm. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and scooted closer to her. She moved so that she was snuggled right up against him, feeling his hand begin to gently rub her belly. Her hand found his and guided it underneath her shirt. Not wanting to push things to fast, he kept it her stomach region and eased himself up on his elbow. She looked up at him and he kissed her very passionately, running his hands through her hair.

The next day Olivia walked into work somewhat awkwardly, as she was still on crutches for another couple weeks. Elliot walked beside her, watching her like a hawk in case she had any misstep. As they stepped through the doors, Olivia felt an instant silence settle. Everyone had stopped what they were working on and were looking over at her. She flushed said hesitantly, "Hi." This caused an eruption of noise as everyone cheered happily, running over to her and giving her everything from flowers to hugs.

"Welcome back, Olivia." Said a voice Olivia recognized instantly. Cragen gave her a smile and pat on the shoulder.

"It's good to be back." Olivia said happily. She looked up and saw someone giving her an odd stare. She instantly realized who it was and exclaimed, "Lenny!"

Briscoe gave her a smile and said, "Did you honestly think anyone less brilliant would be your replacement? Cragen called me and asked if I would work SVU for a couple months until you were better. I have to keep your partner in line for you."

"Well thanks! He needs a short leash, mind you." Olivia said, giving Elliot a playful glare. Elliot scowled back equally jokingly and Lenny gave them an appraising glance.

"Dear lord, you two were just made for each other! I mean, in an entirely partner sense." Lenny commented with a smirk, and he and Elliot exchanged a very knowing look.

"What?" Olivia questioned.

"Nothing, beautiful. See you in a bit." Lenny said, and with that he and Elliot trotted out the door.

"Men." Olivia heard a voice sigh. She looked up saw Casey leaning up against the lockers. She laughed her agreement. "How are you doing?" Casey questioned, looking at Olivia's knee.

"So much better. Honestly, I told them I could walk just fine, but I got yelled at for requesting to go back to full work, and they made me keep the crutches." Olivia sighed, "And how are you?"

"Other than the fact I have a pink cast, I am fine. They had run out of every other color, including white! I told them that I was an ADA and how stupid I would look trying criminal cases while waving around this pretty pink goalpost! They seriously didn't understand the big deal! Can you believe that?" Casey exclaimed, pulling back her sleeve. Sure enough, the plaster was fluorescent pink. Olivia laughed so hard she thought she would die, and then hopped over to her desk, getting straight to work on some paperwork.

Elliot came running in the doors that evening, finding Olivia working very hard on a file. "Liv!" he exclaimed, running over to her desk and practically falling over into the chair beside it.

"What is it?" Olivia questioned, and he grabbed her hands excitedly.

"I went to the doctor today, she said I will be fine, I don't need to take anymore anti-viral med's for the HIV because I don't have it, and she is positive I won't get it!" he said happily. Olivia grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck in an ecstatic hug. Then she quickly let go, not wanting anyone to start any rumors, because they would likely be true this time around. She still remembered the time Munch and Finn had made fun of her and Elliot for days after they had been assigned the undercover assignment to be husband and wife. And of course the time they were questioning very loudly how she and Elliot were going to fake sleeping together was one of the few times Kathy came into the precinct and overheard. Elliot had gotten in big trouble for that one, slapped right in front of everyone.

Olivia was quite surprised at how quickly her month on desk duty went. Elliot continued to work with Lenny in the field, and she proved to be quite helpful in dealing with phone calls and paperwork, speeding up many of the cases. And her knee was healing quite well, hardly ever causing her much pain anymore. Her physical therapist was thrilled with her progress, saying she had improved in leaps and bounds. And in no time at all, so was given the okay for limited field work, one month before Christmas.

Elliot was, of course, still living with her. He had offered to move out, but she had told him he was still very welcome, and needless to say, he had no objections. Their first day in two months working together in the field became quite a lot more exciting than they had planned, however.

Olivia walked beside Elliot, her gait only slightly affected by her still healing knee. He held out his arm and she gladly took it, grateful for the aid. Her walking straightened out as she put some weight into his arm and they marched up the steps.

A light snow had started to fall and they knocked heavily on the door. It opened quite slowly and a very scrawny, greasy looking man appeared. "I am Detective Stabler. This is my partner, Detective Benson. We wanted to talk to you about the Missy Young rape." Elliot said as they both flashed their badges. The man squinted up at them, looking quite ready to slam the door.

His gaze the settled on Olivia and he said, "Well, I will talk to her."

"You are going to have to talk to both of us." Elliot snapped, but Olivia gave him an elbow in the side.

"Alright, Mr. Samson." Olivia said, walking into the apartment. Elliot stalked behind her protectively, glancing all around the dingy apartment.

"Wait here." He said to Elliot and Olivia when they reached the kitchen.

"Actually you need to stay where we can see you." Elliot said with a scowl as the man started to step off into a doorway.

"Sure thing, hold on." Mr. Samson replied, walking through the doorway anyway.

Elliot rolled his eyes and looked at Olivia, who had sat down on a kitchen chair. "Mr. Samson, we are waiting." She called as sweetly as she could. Mr. Samson appeared again and waltzed over to her.

"Sorry, Detective Benson. I never like to make a pretty lady wait. They can't get enough of me." He said, licking his lips provocatively.

Olivia choked back a gag and asked, "Oh is that so?"

"Surely you feel a certain… want for me?" he questioned her, his eyes roaming a little too much for her liking.

She shifted back in her seat, pulling the sides of her jacket up tighter around her. "So, Mr. Samson, did Missy Young like you?"

"Of course." He answered, not exactly looking at her face. Olivia was quite used to this type of treatment from perps, but it was infuriating Elliot. He turned and looked down the hall, noticing that a door was shut that he knew was open before.

"Hey, Samson! Where does this lead?" he called, and Mr. Samson immediately looked up, not answering. Elliot reached out and jiggled the handle, finding it to be locked. "Oh I get it, you locked it before we could see for ourselves."

"Oh no, if you want to see, go ahead. It's just my basement." Samson replied, getting up and walking over, pulling a key from his pocket. As he unlocked it he kept his gaze on Olivia, who had followed him. Elliot stepped forward, reaching for the light. As it turned on his eyes widened. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed.

Mr. Samson didn't wait a second longer. He slammed the door as hard as he could, catching Elliot off guard and throwing him down the stairs. Samson turned the lock and turned back to face Olivia, who had lunged forward. "You are in pain. I can see your limp." Samson stated plainly, "Do not move." She stood frozen, looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Now, I would have killed you both by now, but it's rare I get a lady cop. And a beautiful one at that." He said, stepping forward and seizing her arm. "And Missy Elliot, yes I did rape her, by the way. But trust me; you will experience it first hand. Do you want me to do everything I did to her to you? To help you out with your investigation? Oh, and there's a woman downstairs. Perhaps when we're done you can chat with her, if she's still alive." Olivia felt the guns barrel press up against the side of her head as he stepped behind her.

Elliot managed to stop his fall halfway down the stairs, grabbing hold of the railing. He could feel his heart racing and his head throbbed with pain, but all he could think about was Olivia. But as he looked back downstairs, he knew he was going to have to make a choice. A victim lay bound and gagged tied to a pole in the basement, bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound the abdomen. "Elliot! I am okay! Help her!" he heard Olivia pant, sounding anything but. Upstairs he heard Olivia yell and then a very loud crash. Someone yelped in pain as they skidded across the floor, slamming against a wall. Elliot looked once at the victim and then back up at the locked door. He made his choice.

He sprinted downstairs, jumping over a pile of junk and diving for the woman. He pulled off his coat, draping it over her and pressing down against the wound. With one hand he quickly radioed for paramedics and backup. The woman opened her eyes and looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Hold on, sweetheart. Hold on." He whispered to her, brushing some hair away from her forehead. She took a ragged breath, laying one hand on top of his. A second crash echoed upstairs and Elliot could feel tears welling up in his eyes- he couldn't lose Olivia. But even as he panicked and began to consider going up and helping her, the victim's hand tightened over his and he was reminded that Olivia would want him down with the girl, no matter what.

"Please don't leave me!" the girl whispered, her eyes wide with fear.

"I am not going anywhere." answered Elliot, squeezing her hand as a tear fell down his cheek, "You just hold on."