I hope you like this chapter. Let me know. Some of things you all wanted to see is in this chapter and the next, but I assure you, you had no need to worry. It had already been written in the stars. Your reviews have been great. You all are great, and I know it's sounds like the end, but I assure you it isn't. There is still more to come, but I'll admit that it isn't much. Enjoy this chapter. I think it's kinda touching, but that's just me. Nonetheless I love it, it may be my favorite chapter yet. Maybe. That car stuff was kinda hot:) JK. Anyways. Enough with the ramble, and here you go. Enjoy!

Mercy General Hospital
Manhattan NY,
June 25th

"Sir, sir, sir," a nurse called, shaking Elliot awake.

"Yea," he answered. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his chair and finishing his coffee while thinking about Olivia. The next thing he knew the nurse was shaking him awake.

"Det. Benson has been moved to a private room. You can go see her, but Dr. Johnson wants to talk to you first.

"Ok," he said quickly rising to his feet." He picked up his things and threw out the empty coffee cup, then followed the nurse to another floor. At 3 AM only the small beeping coming from the various monitors could be heard on the whole floor. The nurse led him to the entrance to Olivia's new room, and departed as Olivia's doctor stepped into the hallway.

"How is she?" Elliot asked.

"She's actually doing quite well, and recovering nicely."

"That's my girl," Elliot thought to himself.

"She woke up."

"She woke up?" Elliot asked excitedly.

"Yes, but very briefly. Long enough for us to take out her tube and make sure she was breathing well enough on her own. She's asleep now, and it's important that she stays that way. I know that you probably want to talk to her, but she needs her rest."

"I know. Anything to make sure she gets better. Can I go in now?" He was anxious to go in and see her.

"Yes, but you have to go over and sign in with the clerk first."

"Ok."

"Good. Now have a good night or morning, I'm not quite sure what time it is."

"It's morning, but it's still dark out. So I guess."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Bye."

After signing in with the clerk, Elliot walked into the, private room. The private room was quiet except for the small beeping of Olivia's heart monitor. He continued in, and there she was, slightly propped up on a pillow her head tilted to the side. She looked beautiful. She was still a little pale, but she still looked gorgeous to him. He watched as her chest rose and fell with every passing breath. He saw the small tubes run in her nose, the ones that supplied her with oxygen and helped to keep her alive. He walked over to the side of her bed and brushed the hair off her forehead and replaced it with a feather light kiss, pausing there to inhale her beautiful scent. He had just pulled back to sit in the chair beside her bed when she began to stir. He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open and settled on him.

"Hey beautiful," he said gently brushing back her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

"Hey," she answered quietly.

"Glad to see that you're okay."

She nodded and glanced at the flowers in his lap. "Are those for me?" she asked.

He glanced down at his lap at where her eyes had been starring. "Yes," he said picking them up and handing them to her.

"Lilies and Roses. My favorite." She took them carefully and smelled them. This surprised Elliot. He had never seen her take the time to smell flowers, coffee maybe, but never the flowers.

"I also got you a Hershey bar. Plain, just like you like it."

She smiled the beautiful smile he was afraid he'd never see again. "Thank you, but I think I'll eat it later."

"Ok."

"Can you take are of these for me?" she asked, handing up the flowers.

"Sure, I'll just put them here," he said standing and putting it on the desk beside her bed. "I'll have to get you a vase to keep them in."

"It's okay."

"No, I want to."

She nodded. "So, how many drugs do they have me doped up on?" she asked groggily. She tried to move and sit up, but hissed and winced when her body protested against the movement.

"Shh, shh, don't move. Apparently not enough," he said as she settled back down. "Relax and get some rest. Besides if your doctor comes in here and finds out that I woke you up, I'm going to be in big trouble."

"Never known you to be afraid of anybody," she said as she settled back down and closed her eyes, feeling the sleep suddenly creep back up on her.

"Only when they have the power and authority to keep me away from you and when you're in a bad mood you're also pretty scary."

Olivia smiled at this, but kept her eyes closed.

Noticing just how tired she was, he leaned back over her and whispered in her ear. "I'll be right back."

At that her eyes popped back open and she grabbed his arm as he began to walk away. "You're coming back, aren't you?"

He was surprised to see how quick her reflexes were. "Of course I am, Liv. I'm just going to call Cap and let him know that you're okay. I don't plan on leaving this hospital for anything unless it's absolutely necessary, ok?" Olivia nodded. He leaned back over her and kissed her forehead just as her eyes fluttered closed. "Get some rest, Liv." He placed a small kiss on her lips before leaving. He found a place to use his phone and dialed Cragen's number.

"Cragen," came an anxious voice.

"Hey, Cap, I didn't wake you did I?"

"Elliot! No, no I'm up. How is she doing, is everything okay?" Elliot had never heard him so anxious or worried before.

"Yeah Cap. No need to worry everything's ok. She just woke up, but I told her to get back to sleep. She's doing well and she's her same old self. It's almost like nothing happened."

"That's good. I'm glad she's the same self. It will help her heal faster. Tell her I'll be by to see her tomorrow."

"Will do, Cap. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Elliot closed his cell phone then walked back into Olivia's room. He found her sleeping soundly and kissed her forehead again. He sat back in his chair and took her hand up in his. He kissed it and then sat back and watched her sleep.

The next morning Elliot sat reverently beside Olivia's bed, continuing to watch her sleep. He had woken up about half an hour ago, and had continued to watch her while reverently holding her hand. He loved watching her, seeing her face so peaceful as she slept. She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, just sleeping there, but he would have preferred it if they were back at home snuggled up together in bed at her home or his own. He would have preferred it if this had never happened and if he was watching her in the comfort and coziness of his or her bed, in their own sheets, but they were here instead, and there was nothing more that he or she could do about it.

She began to stir and he watched as her eyes fluttered open and confusion dawned on her face.

"Hey, right here," he said calling her attention to him.

She jerked back, frightened by the sight of Elliot. It wasn't that she was afraid of him; she woke up confused, and unaware of where she was. "Elliot? What? Oh God," she said placing her hand on her forehead when everything suddenly came rushing back to her and flooding her mind. The tears began to form and she sobbed a little.

Elliot quickly moved over closer to the bed, "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, I'm right here." He said as he wrapped his arms around her carefully so as not to hurt her. "I'm right here," he said gently rubbing her back. She nodded, not trusting her voice yet. He pulled back and wiped away her tears. "I'm going to go get your doctor," He said reaching for the button to call a nurse.

"No, I'm okay Elliot."

"I know, but your doctor came in here earlier and asked that I come and get him when you woke up. He wants to check on you and see how you're doing." She nodded and he pushed the button. The Nurse appeared a few seconds later and then disappeared when he told her to get the doctor. A few minutes later a young man with brown hair to match his eyes stepped into the room, wearing a white lab coat.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Beau. I'm the one who operated on you yesterday afternoon," he said outstretching his hand.

"Hi, and thank you," she said, shaking his hand.

"Well, I just came to check your wounds," he said before stepping closer to her. "Do you mind?" he asked reaching for her sheets. She shook her head no, and he lowered the sheets and lifted her gown. She laid there silently, allowing him to do what he needed to do. She looked over towards Elliot who stood watching over her protectively. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. Not on his watch. He had his hands crossed defensively over his chest with that tuff cop look he always had. After the doctor finished checking her bandages, he covered her back up. "Everything appears to be healing fine. A nurse will come in and change your bandages for you later. Are you in any pain?"

She paused a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"What type of pain? Is it like you feel sore or is it stronger than that?"

"Stronger."

"Okay, would you like me to give you some more pain killers?"

"Non-narcotics."

"Okay, I'll have the nurse to give you something. Now rest up and I'll be back to check up on you later." The doctor wrote something down on her chart before leaving. Once he was gone, Elliot stepped up to her.

"Liv, there's something that I need to tell you…" Just then there was a small knock on her door. "You up for visitors?" Elliot asked, knowing who was on the other side of the door.

She nodded. "Send them in, but can you help me sit up first?"

"Sure. One minute!" Elliot called back then pushed the buttons on the side of her bed and raised it. "Is that good?"

"No, I want to sit up a bit more."

"Ok." He leaned over her and raised her up gently pulling her up by wrapping his arms around her until his hands rested on her back and pulling her up. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to help her. "Ok now?"

"Yes, thank you."

He smiled and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "You don't have to thank me." He pecked her lips before they heard another knock on her door. "Are you ready now?" Elliot asked.

"Yes."

"'K." He walked over to the door and opened it to Cragen, Casey, Munch, and Fin.

"Hey kid how ya feelin'?" asked Fin.

"Like I've been stabbed." She chucked.

"Aww you'll live." He chucked back. "I brought you a gift." He said as he pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and handed them to her.

Her face lit up at the sight of them. "Lilies! They're my favorite. How'd you know?"

Fin looked over towards Elliot, "A little birdy told me." He smiled.

"Thank you," she smiled and returned his hug when he gave it to her. Afterwards he then stepped away and munch stepped up.

"For you, my lady," he said bowing as he offered up a bouquet of a dozen red roses up to her. She took them carefully from him with a big smile on her face.

"Oh Munch, they're beautiful. Thank you."

"No problem," He stepped back and Cragen stepped up and handed her a huge bouquet of flowers, a mix of different colored roses and lilies.

"For you detective," Cragen smiled.

"Oh wow, Cap, thank you so much," she said admiring the arrangement. "They're beautiful. You didn't have to go through all this for me."

"I know, but I wanted to."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. You look good."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"The investigator from IAB is going to want to talk to you."

She sighed and sulked a bit. "I know," she answered quietly.

"Well, get some rest. We have some work to do." They all nodded and headed out of the room.

"I'll be right back." Elliot said following behind them.

She smiled. "Okay."

He headed out and walked over to Cragen, who had been waiting for him, knowing that Elliot would want to talk to him.

"Cap, does the investigator need to talk to her today?"

"I tried to convince him of another day, but he wants to get the information from her while it's still fresh in her head."

"She's a cop. If the information's there today, then it will be there tomorrow."

"I know that, but he's persistent."

"She's not ready."

"Sorry, Elliot, but it is out of my hands."

"Fine. I'll see you later."

Cragen nodded before turning around and heading for the elevator. Elliot waited until he was gone before heading back to Olivia's room. When he entered he saw her staring over at her flowers.

She looked up when she noticed he had walked in. "I could start my own garden with all these. Probably wouldn't last long since I'd never be around to take care of it, but…wow."

He smiled. " I know. I gotta get you something to put them all in."

" I told you before, you don't have to."

"I know, but if I don't they're going to die."

"They're going to die anyway."

"Yes, but at least this way they'll last longer, and they're just too pretty to just let them die. But not as pretty as a certain brunette I know."

"Thank you," she smiled.

"Who said I was talking about you? I'm a brunette too you know. And I think I'm kind of pretty."

"Wow, someone thinks a lot of themselves. Though I'll admit I think you're pretty too.

"Thank you. And you know I'm just teasing you," he said sitting beside her bed.

"Yes, I know."

He leaned over and gently brushed his lips over hers then pulled back hesitantly.

"What?" she asked, her face bright.

He knew that now probably wasn't the best time to tell her this, but what time was? He figured he had to tell her at some point, and the more he waited the harder it would get. He took one of her hands in both of his, "Liv, I have some thing I need to tell you."

Her face turned from one of pure bliss to one of pure confusion. "What? What is it?"

He didn't answer. Instead he let out a long sigh.

"You're scaring me. Is something wrong with me? Elliot, what is it?" At his non-reply she continued. "Gosh can you just tell me?"

He let out another sigh and looked her in the eye. "Liv, you were… you were pregnant. The baby died as a result of your injury." After searching his face for answers and getting none, she pulled her hand away from his and turned her head to look at anything but him.

"What?" she asked, her voice hitched

"The doctors tried, but there wasn't much that could be done. You weren't far enough along."

She continued to stare, her face emotionless, but the pain and confusion was evident in her eyes. She sat there and tried to make sense of what he'd just said. She twisted and turned the words every which way trying to see if they made any more sense one way than the other. It was a few minutes before she finally spoke again.

"How far along was I?"

"Doc said no more than three weeks."

"Will I be able to have more kids?" She faced forward, refusing to look at him as she spoke.

"Yes, the doctor said that you'd be fine and able to conceive again once you're well" Elliot watched her as she tried to fight back the tears. Her lower lip began to tremble and he turned her head towards him.

"Liv, it's okay to cry," he said softly.

She looked at him with sad eyes. "How can I cry over something that I never really had?" she asked as the tears streamed down her face.

"Liv, it's ok. It's ok. We'll get through this together," he said as he pulled her into a warm embrace. He rubbed her back as she sobbed against his shoulder and her body trembled against his. "Shh, Liv, we'll get through this." He kissed her neck and continued to hold her as she cried. "We'll get through this."

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