The Unthinkable: Chapter 6

A/N: Wow its been a long time thank you all for your wonderful reviews that helped me keep writing. I apologize for taking this long to get this to you guys and gals! Its been a busy 2 months, which included computer problems. I hate waiting too! SO HERE IT IS I HOPE TO UPDATE SOON ENJOY AND DON'T FORGET READ AND REVIEW!

Elliot's POV:

Elliot sat on the floor horrified, wanting to scream and shout at the man who had done this to his precious daughter. He would find out who had caused his daughter so much pain, and he would make him suffer. He would suffer, just as his little girl was suffering now. How did this happen to his little girl, she's only 15 and pregnant, what would she do now? He didn't even know how far along she was. The rest of the family would be up soon, but todaywould bedifferent than most today he would stay home as the twins went to school, Kathy would need to know. And as soon as she knew, they were all going go to see a doctor, and then go to the precinct!

Kathleen's POV:

He knows, he really knows. What am I going to do now? I'm 15 and 2 months pregnant with my sick perverted, child molester of a math teacher's baby. A child of rape, just like Olivia, could I attach that stigma to my child? Could I do that to the child I want with my whole heart but know I will not be able to take care of? Will they make me have an abortion, what am I going to do? I can't tell them who the father is, he'll kill me I know it. Dad will want to know who he is, they'll try and convict him, what if it doesn't work what would we do then. The only answer is he can never know…

Elliot's POV:

Elliot's cell phone started ringing; he quickly reached in his coat pocket and took it out. It was Olivia, what could he say to her how do you tell someone your 15-year-old daughter is pregnant. He pushed the talk button and said...

"Stabler," in the most cool confident manner he could muster up.

"Where are you?" Olivia said with concern… she knew Elliot and he was rarely this late for work.

"I'm at home, something has come up, and I don't think I'm coming in today at least not officially."

At this, Olivia became even more concerned.

"What do you mean 'not officially coming in'?"

"Don't worry, I'll talk to you later, tell Captain, Bye." And he clicked off his phone, and put it back into his coat pocket. He turned and looked at his daughter. Her eyes were closed, but he could tell she wasn't sleeping. He thought this was as good of time as any to ask the hard necessary questions that plagued his brain. He knew she had been raped but she needed to tell him that.

"Kathleen?"

"Yeah dad?"

"How did this happen?"

She looked at him, not sure of how to answer but finally replied, "It just did."

Elliot processed her answer, but he knew instantly his daughter was lying he felt it with his whole heart with the every fiber of his being. Elliot sat quietly for a minute thinking of a better way to approach the subject, when a half asleep Lizzie walked into the bathroom. Noticing her father holding Kathleen she asked

"What's wrong," and then promptly yawned, still heading in the direction of the sink.

Elliot didn't know how to respond to that question, nothing was right but he didn't want to alarm Lizzy either.

He stood up and helped Kathleen get up, "How are you feeling" he asked.

"Like shit," Kathleen replied.

Elliot glared at his daughter, "Sorry," she said quickly.

"Do you think you feel, you would be alright going downstairs and waiting for your mom to get up.

"Yeah I guess"

"Okay, then lets go."

Elliot walked out of the bathroom, moving Kathleen forward with him.

He quietly said to Lizzy, "Lizzy, you can have the bathroom, but make sure your brother gets a chance too. In other words don't be a bathroom hog."

He escorted Kathleen downstairs and into the living room, debating to ask whether she felt like eating. He decided just to make some plain toast that generally agreed with Kathy when she was pregnant.

Kathleen's POV:

Kathleen turned on the T.V. and started flipping through the channels. She still hadn't decided on a channel, when her dad came back bringing with him plain white toast. She really didn't feel like eating but she knew he would insist that she did.

Kathy's POV:

Upstairs the twins were getting ready to go to school, Kathleen was lounging on the couch eating and flipping through channels and Elliot paced back and forth throughout the kitchen. Kathy was out of the shower and heading into the kitchen for her morning cup of coffee, when where she found Elliot pacing with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"Why are you still here?" Kathy asked in a surprisingly sarcastic tone.

"We have to talk." Elliot said rather coolly.

"What would we have to talk about that obviously can't wait?"

"I'll tell you after you take the twins to school."

"What about Kathleen?"

"She's not feeling well, I'll stay here while you drive the kids to school and when you get back we'll talk."

"Fine, 'Lizzy, Dickie, are you almost ready to go we don't want to be late."

On that note the two 11-year-olds flew down the stairs arguing about who got to sit where. They grabbed their jackets and backpacks located next to the door and headed out the back door and into the garage.

"I'll see you in ten minutes." Kathy said as she grabbed the car keys from the rack and walked out the door!