"Damn I'm tired," yawned Elliot. He was sitting at his desk in the SVU squadroom, trying to stay awake.

Olivia hung up her phone, a huge smile on her face. "What are you so happy about?" her partner asked.

"I didn't want to say anything before, just in case it didn't work out," she said excitedly. "But I'm going to be a mom!"

Elliot sat back in stunned silence. "You- You're pregnant?" He tried to force a smile. I didn't even know she had a new boyfriend. "I'm, uh, happy for you."

Olivia laughed. "I'm not pregnant. I'm adopting a little girl. But how would you feel if I was pregnant?"

What kind of question is that? He felt his neck turn red. "I- I would"- Beat the father to a bloody pulp. Wait- what's wrong with me? It's not like we have anymore than a friend/partner relationship. Though sometimes, I wish... "I would congradulate you and, uh, the father."

"And if you were... Never mind." Silence.

"What's her name?" Elliot asked after what seemed like an eternity rather than 30 seconds.

"Inocenta. She's moving in next week Wednesday."

Elliot put a hand on her shoulder. "Good luck; you're going to need it."

"Thanks." She yawned. "I think I might go home and sleep for a few hours."

"Good idea. If Kathy's still awake, I'll make her dinner or something." Although deep down inside, he was kind of hoping that he wouldn't have to face her that night.

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Elliot took a deep breath before unlocking his front door, a bouquet of roses in his hand. All the lights were on, so he assumed she was awake. I'll suprise her, then, he thought. He heard laughter coming from the living room. Good; she'll be in a good mood.

Imagine his suprise when he walk in and saw his wife in another man's arms, a man that was drinking Irish hot chocolate out of his '# 1 Dad' mug.

The bouquet fell to the floor, petals flying everywhere. Kathy and the unknown man stopped laughing abruptly. "Who the hell are you?" Elliot growled. "And what the fuck are you doing in my house with my wife?"

"So this is your husband," the man said. "You were right: possession issues."

"Eric," Kathy said in a warning tone.

Something inside Elliot snapped. "Possession issues?" he laughed. "You haven't seen issues yet." He then lunged forward, grabbed Eric by the throat, and slammed him against the wall.

"Police brutality! Police brutality!" Eric yelled stupidly.

"You want police brutality, huh? Do you, you stupid bastard!" He threw Eric to the floor and repeatedly kicked him in the ribs.

"Elliot! Stop!" Kathy grabbed him by the shoulder, but he threw her off. She then slapped him across the face.

"You-your superior will hear about this," sniveled Eric.

"Go to hell!" The enraged detective grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him, narrowly missing his head. He crawled out the door, yelling, "Bye, sweetheart!" as he left.

The Stablers stood in stunned silence. "You lied to me," Elliot said in a dangerously low voice. "You promised me that you would never cheat again."

"I think it would be best if you left," Kathy said shakily.

"Why?" Kathy didn't answer. "Answer me!" Elliot shouted. "Am I nothing to you? Do my feelings mean nothing to you? You insisted that I was the one cheating when all along I was just a way to justify your actions!" He felt overwhelmed by the hurt and betrayal.

"I'm just not in love with you anymore," Kathy said quietly, tears in her eyes. "All you do is work! Don't you feel like our love isn't strong like it once was?"

It was true. Elliot had felt as though his feelings had cooled. "But that doesn't give you the right to lie to me! We're friends, and friends don't lie to each other."

"What- holier-than-thou Olivia has never lied to you?" Kathy snapped bitterly.

"Leave Olivia out of this. It has nothing to do with her and you know it," Elliot growled. "After all of this, after 20 years and four kids, that's it?"

"It was over long before now." The tears were gone. "Move on Elliot; I have."

As Elliot walked out the door of what had been his living room, something crunched under his foot. He bent down. It was his '# 1 Dad' mug, or at least what was left of it. He bent down and picked up one of the shards. It was sharp, and it cut his hand. He stood up, blood pouring from the laceration, but he was numb to that pain. He knew that he would never be the same again.

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"Elliot?" Munch looked up in alarm at the sight of Detective Stabler standing in the squadroom, clutching a suitcase in his bloody hand.

"I'm moving in," he said, his voice both dejected and detached.

John nodded knowingly. "Do you need-"

"No." With that Elliot took his suitcase and went into the breakroom where he passed out facedown on the floor.

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See, I told you that one of the chapters would be sad.