Lost
Disclaimer: They're not mine
Summary: See chapter 1
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Is This...
Elliot awoke the next morning at 4 a.m. He couldn't figure out what had woken him up, until he looked at the clock next to the bed.
"Oh shit." He muttered remembering. For the past few days Olivia had been waking up at 4 because of morning sickness. Elliot had woken up out of habit. He decided to check in on his wife.
He got out of bed, and threw a shirt over his bare chest. He padded down the hall and knocked gently on the bedroom door.
When no one answered, he opened it a crack, and peered in. Olivia wasn't in bed. He went on slowly, and over to their bathroom. He finally heard Olivia heaving.
"Liv." He called into the bathroom. "You okay?" He asked when he saw her sitting over the toilet.
"I'm fine." Olivia lied. She felt horrible, but knew that nothing he could do would make her feel better.
Elliot ignored her, just like he always did when she told him that she was fine. He grabbed the washcloth off the towel ring, and ran it under cool water. He wrung it out, and knelt down beside Olivia.
"It's just morning sickness." Elliot revealed. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but this happens just about every morning."
Olivia gave him a faint smile, and then returned to throwing up.
"Here, lemme put this on the back of your neck." Elliot said, placing the damp cloth on Olivia's neck.
She jerked away form the contact.
"Look, Elliot. I said that I was fine okay." She snapped. Olivia wasn't ready for him to touch her like that. "Why don't you just go back to bed? You have to get up in the morning." She added with an apologetic tone. "I can handle this."
"Okay." Elliot answered, hurt resonating in his voice. He pushed himself up off the cool tile, and went back to his son's room.
As he lay back in bed, he couldn't stop the tears from falling. Olivia had never reacted that way to his touch before.Before,it had always been a source of comfortfor her.Olivia was his wife, his heart, and she didn't feel any different towards him than she did towards Munch or Fin.
"She'll be back to normal soon." He just kept telling himself, as he tried to drift back to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep never came. He sat up listening to Olivia in the bathroom for about ½ an hour, and than he listened for her to get back in bed. After he was sure that she was alright, he was too awake to fall back to sleep.
He filled the time changing positions in the small bed, and looking at the clock, praying for 7 o'clock to come around.
Finally, he turned over to the clock, and his prayers had been answered. It was time to get up, and get ready for work. Elliot showered quickly, and than realized that he needed to get into his room to get his cloths.
He knocked on the bedroom door, dressed only in a towel.
"Olivia" He called. "I need to come in for a second. I need my cloths."
No one answered, so he let himself in. He heard the shower going in the bathroom, and realized that Olivia must be in there. He quickly rummaged through his closet for something to wear. He settled on his usual button down shirt, black pants, and a dark tie.
He was too busy focusing on getting dressed and getting out of the room that hehadn't realized that the water had stopped in the bathroom.
He was standing in the middle of the room in only his fresh boxers when Olivia emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe. She was toweling her hair off when she saw Elliot.
"Ahh" She yelled softly, she was startled by him being in the room. "Sorry." She stammered, and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Wow." She thought once she was alone. "I can see why I got pregnant so soon after I got married." She smiled to herself, wishing she could remember what it was like to make love to a man who looked like Elliot did in a pair of boxers.
"Liv, Liv, its okay." Elliot said through the door. Snapping Olivia back to reality. "I shouldn't have come in. I just needed some cloths. I'm changed, and I'm going out to the kitchen." He assured her.
"No, Elliot, don't be sorry." Olivia said softly, opening the door. "This is your room. You shouldn't have to get my permission to be in here."
"It's your room too Olivia. I just want you to be comfortable in your own home." Elliot answered. "I'll let you get dressed." He said, excusing himself. "We gotta go in like 15." He added as he left the room.
Olivia got dressed in a hurry, and met Elliot in the living room just in time to leave.
"Coffee?" He offered, holding a travel cup out to Olivia.
"I thought I was pregnant." Olivia noted.
"It's decaf. You usually just tell yourself that it's not to try to fool your body into thinking you're getting a caffeine fix." Elliot smiled.
"Good to know." Olivia said, taking the hot liquid form Elliot.
Once in the car, Olivia began to feel chatty. She hated that she had to rely on this man for such minor things.
"So, what time is my doctor's appointment?" She asked.
"Uhhh, I think you said that it was at one." Elliot answered, trying to recall what time Olivia had told him he needed to be back at the precinct, the day before her attack.
"And, what does doctor… uh, I mean George expect to happen once I get to the precinct?" Olivia asked, sipping her coffee cautiously.
"He wants to get you back in the interrogation room where you were attacked. He thinks that it may jar some memories." Elliot said, looking over at Olivia. "He also wants to talk to you some more."
"What good does he think that will do? I was in my own apartment, and I couldn't remember where anything was. In my mind, it was the first time I had ever been there." She sighed.
Elliot noticed that as she looked out the window at the familiar sights of the city, she looked like a tourist who had never been there before. She had lived in the city her whole life, yet Elliot found her staring up at the buildings, and being blown away by their height.
"Here we are." Elliot said as they pulled into the precinct parking lot. "Welcome to our home away from home." He smiled.
"Well, here we go." Olivia breathed, stepping out of the car, and looking up at the large building in front of her.
"You ready?" Elliot asked standing behind her, yet keeping his distance.
"Yeah, I guess." Olivia breathed.
"Come on." Elliot instructed as he lead her into the building that was so foreign and alien to her.
When she walked into the bull pen Olivia looked around mystified. It was so busy, and there were so many noises. "So this is where I work?" Olivia asked.
"Yup." Elliot answered. "Why don't I show you to your desk?" He motioned to her desk with his hand.
Olivia walked over to her work space, and sat in the chair that Elliot had pulled out for her.
"So, how does it feel?" Elliot asked.
"Like a chair." Olivia sighed, looking up at Elliot. He was trying so hard to help her, and she couldn't help feeling bad each time she disappointed him. Although he would never tell her that, she could just see it in his eyes. "Sorry." She said, casting her eyes back to the desk.
She noticed the familiar pictures. They were the same ones that Elliot had showed her back at the apartment. There was one of her and her mother; they both looked so happy. There was another of Elliot's kids in front of a Christmas tree. Then there was the picture of the entire squad at a New Years party. She shifted her eyes to the wedding picture.
By this time Elliot had taken his seat behind his desk.
"We were happy, weren't we?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah. We were really happy." Elliot sighed. "And we will be again." He reassured her.
"I'm sorry." She said again.
"Don't be Liv. It's just gonna take some time." Elliot replied; it was getting to become a familiar line with him.
Olivia returned her gaze to the row of pictures on her desk. She finally saw one that she didn't recognize. When she saw it, tears filled her eyes.
She picked up the frame, and traced the picture with her fingers.
"Is this…" Olivia began, holding the picture so that Elliot could see it.
"Yeah, Liv, that's our baby." Elliot smiled.
Olivia gazed at the picture for a moment. "It's beautiful." She smiled.
For the first time since her attack, Elliot noticed the twinkle return to Olivia's eyes, even though it was only for a fleeting moment.
Huang suddenly entered the room. He walked over to Olivia's desk, and rested his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Liv, you ready?" He asked.
Olivia looked up to Huang's face. "As ready as I'll ever be." She smiled meekly.
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