A/N: I'm back from my little weekend getaway. I hope you all had a wonderful Easter weekend.

So last night, I wrote this chapter in my journal. And when I came home this afternoon, I typed the first half, then rewrote the rest of it. That's one of my problems. I can never stick with one idea. Ohh well. It's something, right?

School starts back up tomorrow. Oh, how I will miss Spring Break and having a load of time on my hands to get this writing done. Hopefully school won't stop me from updating. I know that my choir teacher might have a lot of rehearsals planned before our trip... crazy stuff.

Anyway, here's Chapter 7. Insane stuff.

Disclaimer: -sigh- the usual. Still wishing.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.

Olivia sat up in her new bed, knees pressed against her chest. She had requested a new room, one as far away as the clown-themed room as possible. She wanted to forget. Just to forget everything that had happened within the last hour.

Of course, her new room was decorated with pink and blue teddy bears. Which didn't help one bit.

"Miss Benson?" A nurse entered. "A man wants to see you. I think he said his name was Elliot?"

"Can you tell him I'm not up to visitors right now?" Olivia asked, letting herself fall back onto the bed. Since when have I been so afraid of confrontation?

"Sure thing." The nurse walked toward the door.

"Oh, and... don't tell him where I am. Please?"

"You got it." The nurse left.

Olivia placed a hand on her stomach. She still couldn't believe a child was inside. Elliot's child. She'd always assumed that if she had children, it would be when she'd settled down and married someone she loved.

She placed her other hand on her stomach. "Hi," she said softly. "Man, I really messed things up for you. Like mother, like daughter."

"That's not the way I see it," a voice spoke up.

"Casey," Olivia said, looking over at the door. "How'd you get in here? I told the nurse I wasn't up to visitors."

"Olivia. My job requires me to be very convincing. It comes in handy." Casey stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. "How are you?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess, considering my situation." She paused. "I assume you know?"

Casey nodded. "Congratulations."

"Thanks... Um, did you happen to see Elliot?"

Again, Casey nodded, turning to look out the window. "He called me when you got here. I saw him on my way up here."

"How did he seem?"

"He seemed a little out of it."

"Angry at all?"

"Not really." Casey turned to face Olivia. "Why would he be angry?"

"I told him. I mean, I only told him that he's the father."

"You did?" Casey's eyes widened slightly. "How'd he take it?"

"I don't know. I kind of ran out."

"Olivia! Why did you do that?"

"He kept pressuring me to tell him who the father was. Even after I told him that I didn't want to talk about it at that moment. It was pissing me off." Olivia sighed. "I just snapped." Tears were stinging Olivia's eyes as they threatened to fall.

"You need to talk to him about this. To sort things out. And to explain what's going on."

Olivia nodded. "I can't right now." She blinked back her tears.

"You have to, Liv. I'll even stay here if you want."

"Casey, I can't. I'm scared."

"You can't leave him hanging. Besides, he needs to know sooner or later. If you don't say anything, you'll just have to go through another night of this guilt. Don't you want to get it off your chest?"

Olivia thought for a moment. Casey was right. It was now or never. "Will you get him for me?"

Casey smiled as she walked toward the door. "No problem."

Olivia sighed a heavy sigh as she tried to gather the right words for the upcoming discussion.

There was a knock at the door. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. "Come in," she said, beginning to shake.

Elliot opened the door and crept inside. "Hey," he said, looking at the floor.

"Hi," Olivia replied, sitting up. "I guess I owe you a big- huge- apology. And an explanation."

"I guess you do," Elliot said, his voice becoming bitter.

Olivia winced, not expecting the slight anger in his voice. "Elliot, I'm so sorry. I've been meaning to talk to you about this forever, but I've been so afraid. And then the divorce came up and-"

"How can this child be mine?" He folded his arms across his chest, nodding his head toward Olivia's stomach. "I don't understand."

"That's what I'm getting at."

"Okay, so get at it."

Olivia shot him a puzzled look, confused at his tone. "Remember that night we both went out and got drunk?"

"Yea."

"I woke up the next morning, and I was in your bed. With you. With no clothes. And I was just in shock. I didn't know what to do. You were married, and I didn't want to ruin that."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"I guess..."

"So I got you pregnant?"

"Yea." She rubbed her stomach, smiling. "Little Stabler here. It's already-"

"Liv?"

"Yea?"

"Stop it."

"What?"

Elliot drew in a breath. "Olivia, I care about you. More then you know. We're best friends. And now you're having my child. And I love this child."

"What's the problem?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You kept this a secret from me for weeks. You assumed that I never would find out. And that everything would be fine."

"I was going to-"

"Let me finish. Olivia, I want nothing more then to be there for you and our child. But I don't see how that can happen."

Olivia hung her head, the tears from earlier returning. "What do you mean?"

"Trust is a big part of a relationship." Tears were welling in Elliot's eyes now. "And after this? I don't know if I can trust you."

"You can trust me. It was one simple mistake, El. I thought it was for the better."

"I guess you thought wrong." Elliot walked toward the door. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I wish this would work out. But I need to do what's right for me for once."

"Elliot," Olivia choked. Elliot waved his hand to keep her from continuing.

And then he was gone.

Olivia sobbed hard, once again rubbing her stomach. She knew what she had to do.

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. She dialed a familiar number.

"Cragen," the voice on the other end said.

"Don, it's me. I can't work anymore. Because I'm having a baby. And I need to sort out some personal problems."

"Wow, congratulations, Liv! Listen, I'll look for a replacement. Just let me know when you're coming back."

"That's the thing. I don't know if I can come back."

"What? Olivia, why not?"

"I can't work with Elliot anymore."