A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this up, I have had it written, but my dad got really really sick and was in the hospital for a few days, so I didn't' have time to post.

Also, I just want to mention that I am gauging Olivia's 'timeline' as far as how she recovers from the rape based upon my limited personal experience with a close friend of mine. She has a similar personality to Olivia's, so I tried to kind of replicate the way she dealt with things in this story. However, she is pretty much the only firsthand experience I have had with rape victims, so I apologize for any mess ups!

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I even asked nicely.

Dom looked extremely apologetically to Olivia, still flushing slightly. "I really thought he knew. But I swear, I haven't told anyone else."

"It's yours?" Elliot questioned, still shell shocked by this news.

Dominic immediately shook his head furiously, "I would never hurt her that way. Plus no kid would want me for a father." Then he gazed back to Olivia, "But it's okay right?"

"Yes, they said it was very close, but the baby will be just fine." Olivia replied, self consciously placing her arm over her stomach.

"Good. Well I really have to head out, I am supervising the writing of some laws regarding boat traffic in the marina area, but I am glad you are okay. Oh, and let me know if the bastard stops sending you checks."

"Thanks Dom. How's Natalie?"

"She's good. Almost a whole month!" he said, smiling broadly at his new length of relationship record. Olivia grinned and gave him a high five. Then Dom frowned slightly and continued, "But… I am going to be moving."

Olivia's eyes widened and she asked, "Are you kidding me? Where to?"

"Florida. There isn't a whole lot for me to do in my line of work during the winter here, so my boss is having me shipped off to help patrol illegal immigration in about a month. But don't worry, its only for three months. It's just temporary."

"Oh. Well I am going to be coming and visiting you soon, alright?"

"Sounds great. Take care." Dom said, making a quick exit.

Olivia's smile faded slightly as she turned back to Elliot, "I was going to tell you."

"Were you?" Elliot asked, feeling a distinct sense of loss- again.

That evening after Olivia took a brief shower she came back into the living room, finding Elliot sitting with his legs folded up underneath him, looking to be in deep thought. "Hey." She said quietly, sitting down near him.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" Elliot asked, glancing over at her.

"Okay." Olivia replied, pushing a piece of wet hair away from her eyes. "Look, no one else but Dom and the father knows. Its not that I didn't want to tell you, I just didn't know how to bring it up."

Elliot nodded slowly, "And Dom isn't the father?"

"No. He's just a friend."

"Oh yes?"

"I met him about six years ago, when I first became a cop. We were called to a homicide scene and his father had beaten his mother to death with a rifle. His father had called Dom because he 'had something important to tell him', and so he came over. He very narrowly missed getting shot and managed to call the cops. We had a lot in common- commitment issues, mostly. But we were the only constants in each other's lives, always being able to count on each other to be nothing more than a friend. I could trust him to not try anything when I fell asleep at his house or on his boat, and he could trust me to not to attempt to convince him to have sex with me- which is what the majority of his female friends did at the time. So, no, he's not the father."

"Then who is?" Elliot questioned, looking at her with his penetrating blue eyes.

Olivia looked away, "I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I just can't. I never wanted to get pregnant, and it only happened once. It was a huge mistake." Olivia replied honestly.

"How did the baby make it through all that trauma?" Elliot asked.

"I have no idea. I guess he just didn't stab the right place and didn't effectively beat me around enough." Olivia said, "It probably also helped that the perp couldn't tell I was pregnant. The doctor told me it was close… he did an ultrasound when you weren't around."

Elliot nodded slowly, gazing down at her stomach, which was hardly swollen at all. Olivia moved a little closer, taking his hand lightly. Then he suddenly shifted it to rest on her belly. "Well, he or she will be a good kid, with a great person like you as a mother." He said, and then pulled it away, standing and going into the kitchen.

Olivia sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

That weekend was Elliot's one to have the kids. Olivia had to admit, she was a little nervous about meeting all of them. She was, however, quite pleasantly surprised that they didn't seem to mind having her around. In fact, Lizzie took an instant liking to her, insisting on sitting next to her at the table, and telling her all about her major drama going on in her first grade class.

Over the course of the following month, Olivia and Elliot didn't mention what had happened that interesting night they both lost control, and it didn't happen again. Olivia was extraordinarily lucky to have no relapses of infection and improved in leaps and bounds. On her visit to the doctor precisely a month and a half after the incident, she was informed that she could go back to living on her own. She was also given the progress report on the baby, who was doing just fine. Though Olivia was relieved to not be a burden on Elliot anymore, she felt a profound sense of sadness that she would once again be all alone.

That evening after she packed up her few belongings at Elliot's she headed out to the living room where he sat reading a book. "If you need anything, you'll call?" Elliot asked her, lightly setting the book aside and looking up at her. Olivia nodded and sat lightly on his lap.

"Thanks so much, for everything."

"It has really been a pleasure, seeing you get better." Elliot said, adjusting so that he lay down, half propped up by the armrest of the couch. Olivia settled in between his legs, laying her head on his chest and listening to the steady sound of his breathing. Elliot wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the bump in her stomach. He shut his eyes and kissed the top of head in a very drawn out gesture of reluctance to see her go. Olivia sighed in contentment as he ran his hand up her arm.

Elliot had to testify the next day in court, and was quite surprised when he ran into Olivia's lieutenant who was just leaving. "Lieutenant Darby!"

Darby turned and smiled at Elliot, "Detective. How is Benson doing?"

"Really well. She's going home today." Elliot replied, and Darby nodded happily.

"Good. I am so glad to hear it."

"What brings you here today?" Elliot asked, curiously looking at the file in Darby's hand.

"Oh, just a Coast Guard issue." Replied Darby off handedly.

Elliot immediately felt a strange sense of foreboding and asked, "What kind of issue, if I may ask?"

Darby shrugged and said, "Of course. It's no big deal really. It's just the department is looking into hiring some Coast Guard employees to teach some undercover operatives to boat. In fact, I believe SVU is catching the assignment. However, there is one guard that I don't want having any part of the training."

"Why's that?"

"Well… I suppose I should show you these." Darby said, handing over a pack of pictures in the file. Elliot took them curiously. The first photo was a little blurry but quite clearly showed some sort of party. The ones that followed were of a pretty dark haired woman and her blonde haired date. Elliot nearly dropped the whole pack as he realized who it was. The next photo showed them dancing, perhaps a little to close. But in the one after it, he was kissing her with his hand pulling the end of her skirt up her thigh. Elliot wasn't sure he wanted to keep looking after that, but decided to try to continue. In the pictures that followed, she had his hand and was dragging him off towards the back of the room. The final picture, however, made by far the biggest statement. Olivia was collapsed into Dominic's arms, her hair soaked with sweat and her dress quite obviously hastily put on. She was gripping his shirt and he looked very upset. The only odd thing about the picture was that as opposed to looking at Olivia, Dom was looking straight at the camera- and upon second glance, he was more than upset, he was angry. "He made an appearance at a party I happened to be attending. Luckily, I managed to get enough pictures with my camera phone to get the point across. The department doesn't need him causing trouble with a detective on the case- plus I am having them check into his background." Elliot stared at the pictures, and Darby said helpfully, "That's Olivia, of course."

"When was this?" Elliot asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

Darby thoughtfully rubbed his chin and said, "Well, about five months ago."

Elliot slowly started to hand back the pictures, but Darby pushed them away. "You can keep them, I was going to give them to Olivia."

Olivia was just getting settled back into her apartment that evening when she heard a knocking at the door. "Coming!" Much to her surprise, it was Elliot. "Hey! What brings you here?"

"I ran into your lieutenant today at court. He told me to give these to you." Elliot said simply, handing over the folder.

Olivia took it in slight confusion and opened it up. Her jaw dropped and she stared at the pictures. "Elliot… I can explain these."

"Can you? You told me you two were just friends. Did you always let your friends feel you up?"

"No, I swear that's the only time that ever happened." Olivia began, biting her lip slightly.

"When was this?" Elliot questioned, though he already knew the answer.

Olivia hesitated a moment. "Five months ago."

"That's how many months pregnant you are Olivia, or have you forgotten that? You lied to me. He is the father."

"No! He's not, Elliot you have to believe me."

"Okay fine, let me rephrase. Did you get pregnant that night?"

Olivia raised her chin defiantly. "Yes, I did." Elliot shook his head and without a word turned to walk down the steps. "Elliot! I'm sorry." Olivia said quietly, but he didn't turn around.

Dom, meanwhile, was reading his boating magazine while his girlfriend was getting changed out of her work clothes. He tossed it aside when the doorbell rang. "Well hello gentlemen, what can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly, seeing two of his colleagues standing there.

They both looked rather uncomfortable and one said, "Look Dominic, I am really sorry about this, but I am supposed to warn you that the boss wants to pull some of your financials. It will be a lot easier if you cooperate."

Dom hid his confusion by grinning devilishly and replying, "Oh, I don't know if I can let them do that. They might find out about all the extra money I get stripping."

The man winced and said, "This is serious. Are you going to cooperate or not?"

"Sure. Do you want a DNA sample too?" Dom asked, still grinning.

"Ok, well then sign this. No DNA."

As he was signing, his girlfriend came walking out in her FDNY shirt. The men both perked up and one said, "Wow Dom, a firefighter. You scored with this one. When you're done with her let me know."

Dom finished signing and shoved the form back at them. "Shut up. Look at her again, and I'll call the cops." Then his face broke out into a wide grin and he said, "Wait, they're already here." Olivia raised an eyebrow at the two men and pulled out her badge.

"Detective Benson. Is there a problem here?"

"No… have a good evening, Dom." said one of them hurriedly and they both turned to race down the steps. After they were a good distance away, Dom turned to Olivia.

"Well, come on in. Not that I mind, but how come you're here so late?" Dom said, placing a hand on her back and helping her in.

"I just had something to tell you." Olivia began, not quite sure how to begin in front of Natalie.

She was saved, however, by Natalie excusing herself to go take a quick shower. "What's up? Are you okay?" Dom asked her in concern, sitting down beside her on the couch.

"Yes, I'm fine. But Elliot brought these pictures by today." Olivia told him, handing him the portfolio.

Dom sighed as he flipped through them and then asked, "Where'd he get these?"

"Darby."

"That little bastard! Does he have anything better to do than spy on us? He's just pissed because I dated his ex and she told him I was better in…" Dom began, but stopped with an apologetic grin to Olivia. "Anyways… I can't even believe he has the nerve to spread these around."

"Well I just wanted to warn you." Olivia said, starting to stand.

"Liv, you can stick around. What's wrong?" Dom asked, staying her hand.

"Nothing. I just feel like crap that's all."

Dom frowned and said, "Why? If this is about that episode at the party, it wasn't your fault. You went to get drinks and half an hour later you come back in a complete daze. I knew what had happened."

"It was consensual. I never said no."

Dom looked quite frustrated and exclaimed, "Ya, consensual rough, to drunk-to-not-consent sex. Olivia, I still say you should file for child support, no more of letting him do it under the counter with cash. That's bullshit."

"I know… it's just… I don't know if I can handle all of this. I have to testify tomorrow, and you are leaving…" Olivia said, a tear dripping down her face.

Dom reached out and touched her cheek. "You'll be alright. It's just been an awful few months. But soon, it will start looking up, I promise."

Olivia nodded slowly, but couldn't hold her sobs back anymore and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shirt. Dom held her closely, gritting his teeth against the anger he felt towards everyone who had ever done anything to hurt her. And that included him. If he had just not let her get out of his sight at the god damn party, he seriously doubted any of this would have happened.

The most painful part about it was that she wouldn't let him breathe a word to anyone what he knew. And he knew exactly what had occurred, but more importantly, who it was.

A/N #2: Okay, well next chapter should answer some more questions as well as talk more about the case. In the meantime… R&R!