A/N: I am soooo sorry it took so long to get this up! AP Tests are taking up my life! Oh well, I am almost done… and then I have final exams… so I will try to update as soon as possible!

Also, thanks for all the wonderful reviews, you know I love them! Please keep them coming!

Disclaimer: Shocking news- I don't own them. Pretty stunning, I know.

Elliot brought Olivia home the following Monday morning. She slept almost the entire car ride and through him carrying her up the stairs. The first days went by quickly, Olivia spending them sleeping. Elliot was fortunate because the Captain had given him a week off to keep an eye on her, which also gave him a much needed break.

That Wednesday, for the first time in a while, Elliot wasn't avidly watching the football game. Instead he continually checked on Olivia, who was fitfully dozing on the couch. He looked at her sleeping form, curled up underneath a thick comforter with her silken hair draping her pale face. Elliot felt anger bubble up in him as he wondered why anyone would hurt her so badly. Though he had only known her a week, he was certain that she was the nicest person he had ever met. With a sigh he pried his eyes from her and turned back to watching the game. After a particularly interesting play he muttered, "That was definitely incomplete."

"No, it was pass interference."

Elliot whipped around to see Olivia now awake, watching the game with interest through exhausted eyes. "Hey. I didn't know you were awake. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm okay." Olivia replied.

"Well let me know." Elliot said, and then heard the referee call a pass interference. "Good call." Olivia smiled slightly, though normally she would have launched into a lecture as to why it was called that way, but she didn't quite feel up to it today. "You want to watch something else? My wife hated football."

"No. I like it." She answered, eying the screen intently.

The final hour of the game was rather exciting, and Olivia seemed to greatly enjoy watching it. When Elliot turned the TV off after some brief news highlights he found that Olivia was still awake. She looked more pale than before and her eyes more distant. Elliot quickly got up and knelt at the edge of the couch. "Liv? Are you alright?"

She nodded and said, "Don't worry. I can't feel much with these medications they have me on."

"Do you want to go to bed?" Elliot asked, and knew the answer. She gave an affirmative nod and slowly drew her arms out from underneath the blanket, placing them around his neck. Elliot gently scooped her up and carried her off to the guest bedroom. When he pulled up the covers around her she looked at him pleadingly.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

Elliot looked at her in surprise, but nodded. Stepping around to the opposite side of the bed he climbed in. Olivia smiled slightly at him and scooted over closer. She took his hand with her good arm and idly ran her fingers across his palm and forearm. Elliot could feel his spine tingling at the gentle touch, something he hadn't experienced in a long while. After a moment she scooted even closer, gripping his hand tightly. Settling up against his chest Olivia sighed deeply. Elliot laid a hand on her side, where her shirt had ridden up slightly and was exposing the slowly fading bruises running up her ribcage. Quite suddenly she felt a sob rise in her throat and struggled to hide it by burying her face in Elliot's shirt. "How could I let this happen to me?" she cried, shutting her eyes tight against tears.

Elliot took her shoulders and said, "It wasn't your fault. You did everything you could, and most importantly, you survived."

Olivia looked back at him and hesitantly nodded before shutting her eyes and going to sleep.

The following morning started Olivia's third full day living at Elliot's. She spent the majority of it sleeping, in between Elliot waking her up to force her to take her medication. When she fell asleep late in the evening, Elliot was busy doing the dishes when the doorbell rang. He looked up curiously, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw who it was.

"Daddy!" exclaimed Maureen, jumping up into her fathers arms. Elliot grinned and gave her a tight hug back before setting her down. "I thought I would stop by and say hi. My friend Angela gave me a ride here on her way to dance class."

"It's great to see you! Come on in." Elliot said, pushing the door open wider. Maureen happily trotted in, but ground to a halt. He saw her gaze fixed on Olivia, who was napping on the couch wearing one of his T-shirts.

"Whoa, new girlfriend?" Maureen asked in surprise, turning to look at her father.

"No, that's Olivia. She's a cop too, and got hurt on the job a little over a week ago. I'm taking care of her because she doesn't have any family." Elliot explained, and his daughter's face instantly relaxed.

"Oh. Well I was going to say, you might be taking things a little too quickly. But never mind. Is it okay if I talk to her?" Maureen questioned.

"As soon as she wakes up." Elliot replied, "How's everyone doing?"

Maureen shrugged and said, "Okay I guess. I can't stand mom's new boyfriend."

Elliot immediately narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why not?"

"Dad, it's not what you're thinking. He's just such a nerd. He is always trying to be cool talking to me, its really irritating."

"How are your sisters and brother?"

"They're good, looking forward to seeing you this weekend." Maureen said, walking into the living room and sitting down in the chair. Once again, her attention switched to Olivia and she asked, "What happened to her?"

Elliot sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain. "She got stabbed by a perp and then he proceeded to break her wrist and several ribs while he was…"

Maureen's eyes widened and she said, "She got raped? After he did all that other stuff to her?"

Elliot nodded slowly and then tried to change the subject. "Do you want dinner? I was making spaghetti, but she usually doesn't eat much."

"Sure!" Maureen said enthusiastically, watching as her father walked out.

When Elliot returned twenty minutes later to tell her the food was ready, he was surprised to find her excitedly chatting with Olivia about something incredibly girly sounding. And Olivia was actually laughing. They turned when he came ambling in, and Maureen grinned broadly, standing and walking by her dad. As she did so, Elliot heard her whisper, "Good choice on her. She's great."

Olivia smiled at him and said, "Your daughters quite the character." With a slight laugh and nod Elliot reached over to pick Olivia up, but she put a hand gently on his chest. "I want to try to walk."

Biting her lip slightly Olivia carefully pulled herself up from the couch, being greatly helped by Elliot's arm around her waist. When she found herself standing Olivia seemed stunned. But she took a few more ginger steps and Elliot followed close behind.

After dinner Elliot and Olivia walked Maureen to the door, as her friend was on her way to pick her up. "Goodnight, baby. See you soon." Elliot said, smiling broadly at his eldest child.

"Night Dad. Great to meet you, Olivia. Hope you feel better soon!" Maureen said, and leaned over to give her an awkward hug. Olivia, leaning up against Elliot's side for support with his arm around her waist, was quite shocked at the gesture. However, a smile crept to her lips as he gave the teenager a gentle hug back.

A knock on the door told them Angela was there, and so they backed away slightly. Angela smiled and greeted them while Maureen waved. As they both stepped into the hall, Angela murmured, "Your dad's girlfriend is so pretty."

Elliot shut the door, looking down to see if Olivia had heard. Judging by the flush in her cheeks, she had. But as soon as the door clicked Olivia gazed back up at him, her eyes aglow with happiness. "I actually walked. I am going to get better!" she exclaimed, and without warning draped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his collarbone. Elliot slowly placed his hands on her back, gently pulling her closer. The warm heat of her breath tickled his neck and he struggled to keep his emotions under control. He couldn't do this again. Pulling away he kept only a slight grip on her hand to make sure she wouldn't fall. "I'm sorry." she said immediately, "I didn't mean to be so forward…"

Taking in her distressed appearance, Elliot quickly told her, "No, it wasn't you. It's just that…"

"What?" Olivia pressed gently, taking a cautious step forwards. Elliot just shook his head, not quite knowing what to say. Olivia reached out and again wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back lightly. But this time her embrace wasn't ecstatic and was simply comforting. "You are always telling me that I am going to get better, so why do you have so little faith that you will?" Elliot looked down at her in surprise, once again not finding words. She drew her hand up and traced it down his jaw before resting it just above his collarbone. "You also told me that you knew how much it hurt. When I was lying there, you were the only person who came to help me. I wish you would let me return the favor."

Elliot swallowed slightly as he looked into her bright eyes. "You don't owe me anything, Liv."

"I don't want you to hurt anymore." Olivia told him, taking his face in her hands. When she started to slide her hand down he suddenly took it and placed it against his chest.

"I was supposed to go and talk to a victim. But I didn't want go on my own because my partner had really made a connection with her, so I stopped by his apartment on the way. When he didn't answer his door I decided that I would just let myself in. And that's when I found him. He shot himself. The file for our previous case was lying open on the kitchen counter, with all the crime scene photos on top. And he left a note for me. He said he didn't want me to think it was my fault, that it was his decision. I started too stay at work constantly after that happened, I just didn't know how to talk to Kathy about it. That was the last straw for her. She filed for divorce two weeks afterwards. And that's why I am the way I am now." Elliot said, for the first time really talking about what had happened.

Olivia gazed back up at him, her chocolate eyes sad. She slowly moved her hand to the back of his neck, her fingers causing his skin to tingle slightly. Then with a very deliberate gesture she pulled him to close the distance between them. Elliot was so surprised he didn't respond for a moment, until she lightly bit his lower lip and he relaxed. Even as he felt her open her mouth to let him in, it was not a sexual kiss. Instead it was a comforting gesture of true concern and care- and he was almost as surprised by this as he was the kiss itself. But despite his head screaming at him to stop, Elliot placed a hand on her back and let his tongue glide inside her mouth. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but eventually she slowly drew away. She flushed slightly and then laid her head against his chest, completely exhausted. Elliot quickly brought himself back to reality and realized that she was still a very sick rape victim. He leaned over and scooped her up, carrying her off to the bedroom.

That night Olivia lay awake, looking up at the ceiling with her hands on her belly. She couldn't believe she had kissed him- now he was going to hate her. But he had just looked so sad. She let out a sigh and pulled her covers up closer around her. Never before had she fallen so hard and fast for guy. Restlessly turning over, Olivia tapped her cast lightly. It was slowly sinking in that he would not want her. She was after all now not only the child of a rape, but a rape victim. Damaged goods.

A knock on the door made her jump. "Liv? Can I come in?"

"Sure." She replied, sitting up slightly as the door opened.

He came to sit on the opposite side of the bed, saying simply, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

Olivia rolled over to face him as he slipped under the covers. "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Elliot shook his head, "You didn't." Olivia smiled slightly and once again curled against his chest. He slid his hands up and down her back, tenderly returning the affection she had shown him. She arched up against him when his hand touched a bare spot on her back, and he proceeded to hold her closer. Slowly raising her head to look at him, Elliot pressed a kiss to her cheek. He then moved to her jaw, and back up to her lips. This time the kiss was considerably more intense. Olivia felt herself giving into him, for everything he wanted. As he dropped his mouth to the side of her neck, she felt her heart speed up and her breathing coming quickly. But she was still so sore that she knew she couldn't do this. She gently pushed him away. He immediately looked ashamed. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. I just can't… but could you stay?" she asked, taking his hand gently.

"Of course." Elliot replied, and she nestled up against him. It wasn't long before she was asleep. He felt like kicking himself. He had made out with a rape victim- and very nearly done more than that. That was the last thing she needed at this point. He was supposed to be making her better, not terrorizing her with sex so soon after what had happened to her. Plus she was going to be his partner. Elliot shut his eyes, the whole situation far more complicated than he would like it to be.

Little did he know, it was about to become even more complicated.

In the morning Olivia woke to find that she was feeling the best she had since it happened. Though slightly surprised by this odd surge of health, she wasn't about to complain. She looked at Elliot, who had his arm slung protectively around her waist. The events of the night came flooding back to her. What they had almost done… It was odd, really, that other guys still made her nervous, but she was okay with sleeping with Elliot. Running a hand through her hair Olivia eased herself up, her belly still quite sore. Elliot woke when she jostled the bed slightly and quickly helped sit her up. "Good morning." He said with a smile, placing a slight kiss to her hair.

"Morning." Olivia replied, stifling a yawn.

At breakfast Olivia actually ate nearly a full plate of food, a first since her attack. Elliot was quite impressed by her progress and noted that some of the color had returned to her skin, adding radiance to her already beautiful appearance. Elliot trotted off to take a quick shower after settling Olivia on the couch. He had been gone about fifteen minutes when the doorbell rang again. Olivia curiously stood, wincing slightly as her ribs protested. Walking slowly but determinedly to the door, she glanced through the peephole and nearly fell over in shock. "Olivia?" came the muffled voice outside the door. She quickly swung it open.

"Dominic! What are you doing here?" exclaimed Olivia, gazing at the stocky man in his forties. He had been her friend for several years, and he was the classic every girls dream guy- blue eyes, blonde hair, well built, and an English accent. But she liked him for his sense of humor and spunk.

Dominic suddenly enveloped her in a tight hug, apparently very upset about something. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. It's all my fault."

When he finally let go, Olivia looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course it's not your fault."

"No, you don't understand, that guy, he saw you at the marina. He picked you because I took you there." Dominic explained, pulling out a packet of pictures. "I found these in his yacht."

Olivia took them, quickly finding several of her and Dom on his boat. "You went through his yacht?"

"Yes, I saw his picture on the news after I heard about what happened to you, and I called the police. So I helped them execute a search warrant."

"Did you take these to the precinct?"

"Of course. Those are my copies."

Olivia nodded and said, "It's not your fault Dom. Okay?"

"Alright. But still… there's something weird about the bastard. I think he and some others are smuggling something in, but I can't be sure…" he began, and then looked up to see Elliot walking out.

"Elliot, this is Dominic Liechtenstein. He's a friend of mine that works for the Coast Guard. Dominic, this is my friend Elliot Stabler."

The two shook hands, and Dom said, "Well, I hope that you are okay, Olivia. How's the baby?"

Elliot's eyes widened and he turned to face Olivia, who was looking quite upset. "Dom!" she exclaimed, and he immediately seemed to realize his mistake.

"I'm sorry… I thought he knew!"

"Knew what?" questioned Elliot, looking back at Dom.

He hesitated before answering, looking to Olivia, who hopelessly shook her head. "She's almost four months pregnant."

A/N #2: Okay, I know, much confusion at this point! But I promise it will all work out! Also, though I am referencing the fact that Elliot's previous partner killed himself (mentioned in 'Execution'), I really have no clue the exact circumstances.

R&R!