Your Star

A/n: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! And to those who gave me the info I needed… your brownies are in the mail. And sorry it took me so long. I've been busy… I have to write a biography on Francisco Goya… IN SPANISH

Olivia opened her eyes slowly and looked down at the hand that was holding her own. Her eyes followed the arm up to where Elliot's head was leaned back against the chair, his eyes closed. She gently squeezed his hand, smiling. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"You're awake," he replied.

"What happened?" she asked him. His smile dimmed somewhat.

"You were dehydrated," he replied. He gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Everything's okay though, right?" she asked.

"Liv, there's a problem with one baby's heart," he said. He looked down at the floor. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"It'll be okay, right?" she asked.

"I don't know. The doctor said they wouldn't know how severe the problem is until after the baby's born," Elliot told her. She felt tears begin to form and quickly wiped them away. "It'll be okay, Liv."

"I'm sorry, El," she whispered. He shook his head.

"Don't. Don't say that. This isn't your fault Olivia. You couldn't control this," he told her. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

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Two Months Later…

Olivia thought she would scream if one more person made any kind of comment about her being pregnant. Fin, Munch, Cassidy and O'Kelley were okay… it was the people from other parts of the precinct that were driving her insane. Not to mention being stuck at a desk for eight hours.

"Gabrielle," Elliot suggested from his desk.

"No way. Stephanie," Olivia replied.

"Ex-girlfriend… not pretty. Jacob."

"Jacob's okay. I prefer Joshua, though."

"No. Guy Stephanie broke up with me for." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Why is it that every name I come up with is someone from your past that I don't know?" she asked.

"I know a lot of people. What's wrong with Gabrielle?"

"Next door neighbor growing up… pushed me down a flight of stairs."

"Why?"

"I told her boyfriend that Gabrielle was really Gabriel," Olivia said, smiling.

"Why did you do that?" Elliot asked. Suddenly reality hit him like a ton of bricks. "Your neighbor was a tranny?"

"Yep. And a very ugly one, at that," Olivia said. Her smile dropped. "I'm surprised she hasn't been found dead in a dumpster yet." She went back to her paperwork as Elliot answered his ringing phone. The conversation was short.

"If he starts looking for me, tell Cragen I got called to the morgue," he told her. She nodded to indicate she'd heard him and he left quickly. It wasn't long before Cassidy was sitting in Elliot's chair across from her.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I wanted to apologize," he told her. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

"What for?"

"What happened a few years ago…"

"Don't even start. It's over, and we're fine," she told him. He smiled.

"I was a jerk."

"And so was I. It's okay, Brian. Don't sweat it."

"So we're cool?" he asked.

"Yeah, we're cool."