A/N: Once again, thank you!

Just an FYI... I won't be around this weekend to update. I'll try my best to post another chapter for you tomorrow, but don't hold me to it. When I get back home I'll post one for sure. Promise.

Anyway, a lot of you have been waiting for this chapter... so here goes.

Disclaimer: The usual. Wishful thinking.

Casey was right. Olivia did have a little thing for Elliot. Which might have explained the 'incident' from a few weeks ago. Even in her drunken state, Olivia chose Elliot. She could have chosen anyone in that bar, but she ended up with Elliot. Her partner. Her friend. Her... crush.

She'd never let herself admit it. Deep down, she knew that once she admitted any feelings, she'd have a harder time controlling her emotions.

Head... spinning. Must... lie... down. Olivia stood and managed to make it to her bedroom. The sight of her bed caused her mind to wander to the day she woke up with Elliot. She searched her mind for the slightest memory of it. What could have caused it to happen? What was it like? Did it mean anything?

"Olivia?" Elliot had let himself back in her apartment.

"In my room," she called. Seconds later, Elliot was at her doorframe. "That was quick."

"I didn't get a whole lot. You okay?"

Olivia nodded. "Just a little dizzy."

"Let me get you some water." With that, he was gone.

I need to tell him. I need to know what he thinks. "Hey El?"

"Yea?"

Say something, you idiot. "Thanks for taking care of me." You're such a coward.

He appeared back at the doorframe. "Honestly, it's no problem. I enjoy spending time with you."

He sat at the edge of her bed, handing her the glass of water. She took it and drank the entire glass within seconds.

"Here, I'll take that," Elliot said, extending his hand.

She reached out to hand him the glass. Somewhere in the process their hands brushed together, and they both paused. She looked up at his face. He was looking at their hands touching, his eyes wider then usual.

His lips squeezed together and he cleared his throat. "I'll, ah, let you get some rest. Anything else you need?"

Olivia shook her head, speechless. Elliot left quickly. She turned to her side. What just happened...? She recalled the look on his face when they both paused. Was it a happy look? Or was it a this-shouldn't-be-happening look? She couldn't remember. Stop dwelling. It was a simple mistake.

Eventually she drifted off for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, this time managing to fall into a deep sleep. She ended up dreaming of massive amounts of chocolate and the ability to eat it all.

If only I felt well enough for chocolate, she thought as she woke up. Though after that dream, I never even want to hear the word 'chocolate.' Her eyes fluttered open. As her vision adjusted, she realized she wasn't alone. "Elliot?" she asked with a hoarse morning voice.

"Yea, it's me," he replied. "I wanted to be here when you woke up to make sure you're okay."

Olivia sat up in her bed, smiling. "You're so good to me." She put her hand on his cheek. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Elliot smiled back. "Oh, by the way. Last night when I went to get my stuff, I ran by the grocery store and got some chocolate ice cream."

Ugh. Chocolate. "Aw, that was so sweet of you."

Elliot stood up. "You hungry?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Stay here."

"I can-"

"No, just stay."

Olivia sighed. Once Elliot left her room, she waited a moment, checked to see if he was within eyesight, then stood up when she saw that he wasn't. She crept to her drawers, opening them to pull out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She quietly pulled on her pants. She lifted to arms to put on a shirt, but her head began to spin. "Elli-" was all she could get out before falling to the ground.

Elliot ran in after hearing half his name followed by a thud. "Olivia!" She was lying on the ground, half naked from the waist up, except for the bra she'd been wearing. "Olivia, get up. This is why I told you to stay-" he reached for his cell phone and dialed for an ambulance.

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Elliot was pacing around the waiting area in the hospital. He'd been waiting for nearly half an hour. "Damn it, why doesn't anyone tell me anything?" he asked the air.

"Elliot Benson?" a hurried voice came out from a door.

"What? You mean Stabler?" He looked around for the source of the voice.

"Uh, I don't know. You know Olivia?"

"Yes." He found the nurse at the door.

"Oh, sorry. She was asking for you. I assumed you guys were-"

"How is she?"

"She's fine..."

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Olivia laid in her room, looking at the wallpaper surrounding the ceiling. Why did I have to end up in a clown-themed room? she wondered, feeling a little nervous. I hate clowns. Clowns in a hospital room should be against the law.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" Olivia called. The door opened, and Elliot walked in.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi. Elliot, I'm sorry. I just wanted to change my clothes."

"I understand. I just wish you'd stayed in bed."

"I know."

Silence filled the room. Olivia glanced at Elliot, who was looking at the clown theme. She could tell that he was just as uncomfortable with the clowns as she was.

"You think they could put me in a different room?" Olivia asked.

Elliot chuckled. "I can talk to them if you want."

"Nah, I'll survive."

Another moment of silence. "Hey, Liv?" Elliot asked.

"Yea?"

"The nurse said something about the possibility of a pregnancy."

Olivia's heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"She said she ran some tests and the results should be coming in soon."

Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. "Oh." She studied her hands.

"Did you, uh, you know...?"

"I can't talk about it right now."

"Come on, Liv."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. A nurse walked in. "Miss Benson?"

"Yes?" Olivia's eyes became alert.

"Your test results came in. Congratulations, you're pregnant."

"Um, okay. Can I leave now?" Olivia asked, trying to avoid a further conversation.

"I'm sorry, but you have to stay overnight. Just to make sure everything's A-OK." The nurse was confused by Olivia's reaction to the news. "I'll... give you guys some more time alone." She left.

Olivia sat up in the bed and flung her legs to one side.

"Olivia? Were you expecting this?" Elliot was more confused then the nurse. "Whose is it? When did it happen?"

"El, I don't want to talk about it." Olivia stood up.

"The nurse said-"

"I don't care what the nurse said."

"Oliv-"

"I think you should leave."

"Olivia, please tell me. When did this happen? And who's the father?" Elliot was beginning to get frustrated.

"No. I said I don't-"

"Come on. You have to tell me sooner or later."

"I know. But I'll tell you later rather then sooner."

"Olivia. I thought I was your best friend."

"You are my best friend."

"Then why can't you tell me who the father is?"

"Just, stop it!" Olivia spoke through clenched teeth. "I can't talk about this right now." She began to walk toward the door.

"Olivia. Please. Why can't you tell me?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE THE FATHER, THAT'S WHY!" Olivia opened the door and ran out, slamming it behind her.