Elliot walked around the kitchen frantically. Within the past two days he was sarcastically joking on how his marriage was failing with the best friend a married man could have and now he was trying to fix it; but a baby wasn't the answer. Elliot was so wracked up on the new bundle of joy his family would have in nine months that he couldn't go back to sleep. He heard footsteps coming from upstairs and thinking it was Kathy, he sat himself on the couch.

"Dad?", came a whisper from the stairs. Elliot looked up, and down came Kathleen in pajamas.

"Kathleen? Go back to bed, it's two in the morning.", he ordered.

"What's wrong? Your sweating.", she said as she sat next to him on the couch ignoring his request.

"Nothing....", he replied trying to kid her.

"The baby?", she suggested. Elliot sighed through his nostrils and shook his head.

"A lot of things are happening, Kathleen. Maureen's in college, and now a new baby......"

"It's ok....Look if it's that big of a deal I can get a job and Lizzie can baby-sit, and mom get a job too.", she suggested.

"It's not money sweetheart.......", he said kissing her forehead. "And no way in hell would I make my daughter work to make money for the family.", he laughed. She smiled and Elliot requested that she get back to bed. He waited until he heard the door shut silently upstairs. He threw himself down on the couch and blew threw his mouth. He turned relentlessly about seven times and sat up again. 'You're overreacting', he told himself. He turned on the TV, and watched as raunchy music videos played on MTV. "Jesus.....", he said out loud remarking on the half naked women in a rap video. He changed the station to CNN. On the headlines it read, "Are the NYPD lacking stability?" Elliot laughed at the headline and cursed at the news broadcaster for bringing the subject up. He turned off the TV and grabbed his cell phone. It was now three.

He pressed one on speed dial and Olivia's number dialed. The phone rang about four times until a tiresome voice answered. "Ben...son...." Elliot tried to say hello, but nothing would come out. "Hello?", she said. Elliot just listened from the other side, and Elliot could hear in the background "asshole" as Olivia hung up. Elliot tried to speak, tried to tell her what was going on. He just leaned back and closed his eyes. Another few hours and he would be leaving for work.

(A few hours later)

Elliot got up from the couch and took a shower. His mind filled with thoughts of a new baby, and how much he didn't want one. He felt completely horrible that the best thing that he has ever experienced was the one thing he didn't want to experience again. He got out shaved, got dressed and grabbed his badge. Kathy was still asleep, and he tip toed out so she wouldn't hear him. He got down to the precinct about fifteen minutes later and was greeted by smiles with all his colleagues. Cragen got out of his office followed by Casey.

"Elliot and Olivia, we got a rape homicide down in China town. Someone by the name of 'Psychic Rose' reported it. Go down and check her out. Fin and Munch you two go down to the crime scene. Report back to Casey in an hour.", he ordered. Elliot and Olivia nodded and Munch made one of his trademark sarcastic remarks. Before Olivia and Elliot got into the car, he bought two coffees black, one sugar each. He handed the cup to Olivia and she thanked him.

"So what's that now..........you owe me about two hundred dollars in coffees.", Elliot joked.

"Yea well you never ask if I want any.", she joked back.

"You don't tell me not too!", he laughed looking deep into her eyes as she returned the gesture. Elliot realized that his chemistry with Olivia was undeniable, more than he had with Kathy. But he knew that his innocent flirtation would ruin everything he has if it was taken to the next level. He opened the door for her and she got in. He drove down to Chinatown and Olivia got out. She smelled the food and complimented on how good it smelled.

Elliot lead Olivia down the busy street and asked people if they knew who 'Psychic Rose' was. One man pointed to a little shop hidden behind beads and strings. A sign with a faint green paint over the store said 'Psychic Rose', and Elliot knew this was the store. An oriental looking woman sat in the corner, and rose when she saw people come in.

"Do you have an appointment?", she asked nervously. Elliot and Olivia took out their badges and she sat down in her chair replying with an "oh".

"As you know Ms Rose, we are investigating rape and homicide and we've learned that you have information about this case.", Elliot informed her.

"Yes detective."

"Tell us what you know.", Olivia insisted.

"I sensed someone was in trouble. I could feel scratches and hear a girl moaning in pain, and I turned on the TV and there it was reported, so I......", she was interrupted by a confused Elliot.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait.....You sensed it? You didn't see anything or hear anything?"

"No.", she replied. Elliot sighed and looked at Olivia who had her hands crossed. "We're wasting our time, El.", she whispered to him. Elliot thanked her for her time and followed Olivia out the door.

"Wait! Detective.", the psychic hollered, Elliot turned around. "Come here, I need to talk to you." Elliot looked at Olivia and instructed her to wait in the car. The psychic grabbed Elliot's palm and Elliot looked at her arching his eyebrows.

"Look, I gotta....", he began and she started to speak interrupting him.

"I can see you have great troubles, let me read your palm. You are...... You are an Irish Catholic, married, with four kids.... However.....I see another baby on the way.", Elliot turned his body now facing her. "You are in love with someone but you love your wife. If you want my advice follow your heart and things will work out. Something is holding you back from getting to your true self, and what that is, wasn't meant to be.", she finished. She looked at him and he dazed at the floor.

"I got to go.", he said and ran from the store. He walked back to the car and thought about her chilling words. They were just like the dream he had the night before where Kathy was holding him back with something that was not meant to be; the baby or their marriage according to the psychic. Olivia looked cautiously at a confused Elliot when he got into the car.

"What was that about?", she asked.

"Um, she just wanted to tell me that...she was telling the truth.", he lied. He put the key in the ignition and started the car. "Did you call Cragen?"

"Yea.", she answered briefly. "He wants us to get back to the precinct a.s.a.p."

"Ok.", he said. The car was still running but he wasn't moving. Olivia could tell something was up.

"Elliot, is there something wrong?", she inquired.

"No.", he answered and for a short while after that there was utter silence. "um....Kathy...she's."

"Oh no Elliot.", Olivia answered. "I'm sorry."

"Why, it's a good thing."

"No it's not! You're going to be crushed, this isn't like you."

"Why isn't this a good thing?"

"You love Kathy, why get a divorce?" With this statement Elliot knew that Olivia completely misunderstood, partially because he didn't finish himself.

"No, no, no, no, no.", he answered laughing. "We're not getting divorced."

"Then wha...........oh.", she answered. "That's great news.", she said sounding a bit depressed never mind ecstatic. "Are you excited, I mean here we go again!"

"I know right....Well, it's been done before, I guess I can give another test run at it."

"You don't seem too happy.", she said.

"I am.....but it's upsetting that it is the only thing saving my marriage."