A/N: Sorry it's been so long...been on vacation :). Anyways, here's another chapter...yes, another one, not the final one. There's still more to come. Just have to see where it leads. Thanks for all of the great reviews!

Saturday dawned bright and warm, the sun slowly rising over the tops of the buildings, casting long shadows over the streets below. People walked along the streets leisurely; the rushed pace of the week having faded for a couple of days.

He had been up since four. He had seen the sun rise and the city start to come alive on the beautiful day. Apart of him wished it rained. Because maybe then, he'd have another day to convince her to stay with him.

They'd hardly spoken since she had told him about the baby. He still held her while they slept, however rough and broken their dreams were. He knew that they were both the only things they had left to clutch on to. He just wished he could convince her of that.

Now, it was Saturday morning. In a couple of hours, they'd be meeting the apartment locater to find her a place to live. Not with him. Away from him. He had hoped that the next time they looked for a place to live, it would have been a house or an apartment, for their family. His and her. Together. That's what he had always thought would happen. He thought wrong.

Rustling in the back of the apartment caught his attention and he turned to see her walking out of the bedroom, hair tasseled and the pillow print pressed on her cheek. "Morning," she said, seeing him sitting by the window.

"Morning," he said. It wasn't good, but it was morning.

"Still up for going today," she asked, walking over to him. She saw the dark circles under his eyes and knew he hadn't slept well. Truth was, she hadn't either. She kept pretending that she couldn't feel his gaze on her while she slept; that she couldn't feel his arm tight around her waist, holding onto her like a lifeline.

"I said I'd be there," he said, looking up at her.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," she said, chewing on her lip.

"I don't want to, but I'll be damned if you move into some place unsafe." He stood up, stunned by his harsh remark that early in the morning. The silence that ensued told him she was stunned too.

He walked out without another word and turned on the shower. It was her turn to sit and think.

The apartment was on the fifth floor of a building on West 85th street, facing Broadway. He took note of the security system and the subway station just outside her door. The apartment was about the size of her old one, but was newer, with better appliances. He checked all of the connections, asking every conceivable question. The locater stepped out when her phone rang, leaving Elliot and Olivia in the apartment.

"I like it here," she said, arms crossed as she paced the length of the living room.

"I'm glad," he said. "It's not bad."

"You sure there isn't something else you want to know? Maybe do a credit check on the landlord," she asked, leaning out the window to look down. She had meant it to be sarcastic. It came out as anything but.

"I just want to make sure you're safe," he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I can take care of myself."

"I've never doubted it."

"Why did you really come with me this morning?" She turned and faced him, her back to the wall. The sun from the window hit her face, the golden rays against her soft tanned skin. She had never looked more tragically beautiful.

"To help you find an apartment." He was lying. She knew it.

"No more lies," she said, "No more tearing each other apart. I'm tired of it. Why did you come?"

"Because I still love you and will do whatever it takes to make you happy," he said, "If you moving out makes you happy, then that's what will happen." The truthfulness in his voice hit her like a tidal wave; it'd been so long since she had heard such raw honesty from anyone.

"Why do you still love me? I lost our child and lied to you." It hurt her to see the pain in his eyes, knowing she had caused it.

"Doesn't mean there can't be others and God knows why I love you. If I could put it into words, it wouldn't really be love." He took a step forward, still keeping his distance but showing her he wasn't about to back down.

"I thought you said you weren't ready."

"I'm not," he said, "But it doesn't mean we can't try some day. It was my baby too. Losing it is killing me inside. I know it's killing you too." He saw her flinch and look down, avoiding his intense gaze. "No more lies, Liv. No more lies." His voice faded and when she looked back up, he saw the tears in her eyes. "Somehow, I've lost you and I need to find you so I can help find myself in all of this mess we've created- that's been created by others. If time is what you need, you have it. If space is what you need, we'll create it. Just don't ask me to let you go. I'm not strong enough and I can't."

"I'll still fight you," she said, "I can't let a year and half of my life slip away like that."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said, "I'm tired of standing still while the rest of the world moves on. I want to move on to. Not forget…just move on." She nodded and walked to him, putting her arms around him as they both cried.

They left the apartment building in each other's arms, heading back to his apartment- their apartment.