A/N: You guys are amazing. I spent the afternoon working on this just for you. I'm in the process of a few more chapters... so there's a POSIBILITY of another chapter tonight, but if not tonight then tomorrow. Sound good? Maybe?

But yes. I'm still amazed at all the reviews I've been getting, considering I'm totally new at this.

Oh yes. Just to clarify, this has no specific "time frame." It's just some random time that came to my mind.

Another clarification: I'm going to do my best to work with that random case, but I'm nooooo good at writing about crimes and whatnot. So bear with me if I suck at it.

Okay, I'm off to go watch an episode and squeal over any potential E/O "moments."

Disclaimer: Nothing's changed, I'm sad to say.

"What?" Casey was confused. "Pregnant? But you never said anything about having a date... How is that possible?"

"There's only one way this could be," Olivia whispered.

"How?"

"Elliot-"

"What?"

"A few weeks ago... he, John, and I went to a bar. And we all had a little too much to drink. The next morning when I woke up, I was in his bed and we were both... unclothed."

"My God. What did he have to say?"

"I never... told him. And I don't think he knows. I snuck out that morning and it was never mentioned. Except... he said he had a dream about it."

"And you didn't say anything when he told you his dream?"

"No..."

"Olivia, you need to tell him."

"I can't."

"You have to."

"But I might not be pregnant. If that's the case then we can just get on with our lives." She paused. "Casey, can you do me a huge favor?"

"Depends on how huge."

"Okay. Elliot left about ten minutes ago. Can you run to the drug store, pick me up a test, and come here within twenty minutes? I'll pay you back, I swear."

"All right. I'll be over as soon as I can."

"Thank you so much. I owe you." The two hung up. Olivia went back to the other room and stared at the pretzels. Her appetite was gone. "Now what?"

Moving to the hallway, she stood in front of the mirror on her wall. She turned to the side to look for the littlest sign of a growing stomach. Duh... of course there's nothing there. If you are pregnant, it's way to early to be showing. She sighed. "That'll teach me to go out and get wasted."

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Casey arrived with the pregnancy test moments later. "I came as fast as I could," she said when Olivia let her in. "Do you know how these things work?"

"Yes," Olivia answered. "My friend- the one who liked the pretzels- I was with her when she took the test."

"All right. Let's get started."

"I'm so nervous, Casey."

"I know. But I'll be here." She walked with Olivia toward the bathroom.

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"Olivia? Everything okay?" Casey called from outside.

"I don't know. It's kind of... in between."

"Okay, well there are still a few minutes left. When is Elliot coming back?"

"About ten minutes."

"So that gives us time to get the results, and get the test as far away from here as possible."

Silence filled the hall. Seconds later, the bathroom door was being unlocked. Casey stepped back and crossed her fingers as Olivia stepped out.

"So? What's going on?" Casey asked, seeing Olivia's blank expression.

"Negative." A smile spread across Olivia's face. "Thank God. I don't know what I would have done."

"Olivia, you really should still tell him. Eventually it's going to have to come out."

"No it won't. Especially now." Olivia walked back into the bathroom and began putting the supplies back in the box. "And you have to swear to me that you won't say anything." She walked out with the box and stuck it in the drug store bag.

"I swear. But I still think you need to tell him."

"If the right time ever comes, I will. Thank you, Casey." Olivia hugged the ADA.

"You're welcome. Like I said earlier, I'll always be here."

"And I appreciate that." Olivia handed Casey the bag. "Can you get this as far away from this apartment as possible?"

Casey laughed. "Sure. I'll see you later, Liv."

"Bye." Casey walked out the door. Olivia walked back to the couch and sat, heaving a huge sigh of relief. "Glad that's over." She suddenly felt tired. "I should get some sleep." She laid back on the couch, rubbing her stomach. The pretzels lay on the table, forgotten.

Eventually Olivia did drift off and began to dream about the future.

"Elliot... I woke up one morning a few months ago, and we were in bed together. I think maybe we... did stuff," Olivia said, taking Elliot's hand.

Elliot looked at her, shocked. "...the hell? Why didn't you say anything to me earlier?"

"I was afraid you'd be angry."

"Damn it, Liv! I'm angry now! You lied to me for months! How can I trust you again?" Elliot stood and walked to the door. "I need... I just... You know what? Don't talk to me anymore. I want nothing to do with you." He ran out the door.

"Elliot, wait!" She ran out after him, but he was gone. "Elliot!"

"Olivia? Olivia, wake up."

"Elliot?" Olivia sat up, coming face to face with Elliot. "When did you get back?"

"A few minutes ago. You were yelling in your sleep. Everything okay?"

Olivia's stomach fluttered. Damn you, guilty conscience. "Elliot, I need to talk to you. Sit down." Elliot sat. "Remember that night a few weeks ago when we went to the bar? And we all woke up with those horrible head-" Reality began to sink in as she noticed Elliot's face was tear stained. "Oh my God, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Elliot looked away.

"Elliot, it's not nothing. Talk to me."

Elliot sighed. "Kathy wants a divorce."

Olivia gasped, instantly regretting it when she felt her stomach flip again. Ugh... so... sick... She stood up. "Keep talking. I'm listening." She walked to the pantry and pulled out a package of saltines to settle her stomach.

"That's why I took so long to get back here." Elliot wiped at the tears threatening to escape. "I was on the phone with her, and she just blurted it out. That's why she's been staying with her mother for so long. To get away from me."

"Oh, Elliot." Olivia walked to him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry."

Elliot laughed through his tears when Olivia pulled away. "Look at me," he said. "I never even let you finish. What did you need to tell me?"

Olivia sat back on the couch. "Oh, um, that night. It was fun."

Elliot laughed. "It was."

Olivia sighed. Maybe it's just best he never found out.