A/N: Honestly, I was not expecting all the reviews I got for the first two chapters. Thank you all so much!

I wrote an A/N on the last chapter, but I don't think it showed up for some reason. What I was going to say was...

If ever there's a time where I mispell "Elliot" as "Elliott" and don't pick up on it, it's because my brother's name is Elliott, so it's programmed like that in Spell Check. Crazy names.

Spring break... a good opportunity to write random things. Hope you enjoy this chapter.


Disclaimer: No luck. I'm still trying, though.

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Olivia moaned as she emerged from the bathroom for the sixth time that morning. "How is it possible to get sick this many times in one day?"

"That's what the stomach flu does," Elliot replied. He was sitting on the couch. "Come here."

Olivia walked over to the couch and sat next to him. He put his arm around her. She rested her head on his chest. Hmm... I should get sick more often. She closed her eyes. Is this wrong?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Elliot's cell phone ringing.

"Sorry, Liv," Elliot said, rising to his feet. "Stabler... Yea... No, I can't... Look, I have to take care of Olivia... No, John... Damn it. Hang on." He turned to Olivia, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. "Liv, I need to go to the precinct to take care of something for John. Will you be okay by yourself for about forty-five minutes?"

"Sure." Olivia slid down so she was lying on the couch. I'll probably fall asleep anyway. I'm beat."

"All right." He turned back to the phone. "John, I'll be there as fast as I can, okay? Just wait up." Elliot hung up and turned back to Olivia. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine." Olivia shut her eyes. "Go."

"Okay. Call if you need anything." Reluctantly, Elliot left.

Olivia sat up and rose to her feet. God, random hunger pains. She walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bag of pretzels from the pantry. She spread them around a plate. "Something's missing..." Olivia said, putting the bag away. "Ah." Olivia opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of honey-mustard. "I must be sicker then I thought. I hate the combination of pretzels with honey mustard." She grabbed her plate and sat back on the couch.

Her cell phone rang, just seconds after she sat down. She groaned as she stood to answer it. "Benson."

"Olivia, how are you feeling?" Olivia smiled at the sound of Casey's voice.

"Elliot told you to call and check up on me, didn't he?"

"Well..."

Olivia laughed. Elliot could be very overprotective when it came to the people he cared about. "I know him too well."

"Actually, I was going to call you anyway. But how are you?"

"I've been better. The second Elliot left, I realized that I was starving. Which is good, because my system is probably completely empty."

"Yea."

"But... you didn't need to know that."

Casey laughed. "So what are you eating?"

"Pretzels and honey mustard. Which is weird because I hate that combination."

"Really?"

"Yea. I made that decision a long time ago."

"When was that?"

"Years ago. I was spending the night at my friend's house, and she had the biggest craving for pretzels with honey mustard. She let me try one, and I hated it."

"That's a strange thing to have a craving for."

"Yea. But she was only craving it because-" Olivia froze. "Oh my God." Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Olivia? What's wrong?"

"Oh my God," she repeated.

"Olivia? Hello? Wake up!"

"Casey..." Olivia swallowed hard. "Casey, I think I might be pregnant."