Chicago

Olivia stood at the window in her apartment, looking out at the Chicago's skyline as the sunset. She absentmindedly rubbed her hand in circles over her swollen abdomen. As she stood there, she thought back to that night.

"It was stupid really, I'd known for years that I loved him, so I should've been prepared for the consequences of our one night stand, but I wasn't." Tears filled her eyes as she continued to think, "All we did was go out after a tough case and one thing led to another and we were in bed, making love, at least that's what it was to me-to him it was just fucking." The tears started to stream down her face now, "While we were in bed I told him that I loved him. He'd said it back, sure, but there was a difference: I meant what I said and he just responded in the heat of the moment. That's what hurt the most: that he'd said it and not meant it. After we were done and I realized what I said, I pretty much kicked him out, barely letting him get dressed first. I wasn't been able to face him after that and never went back to work, instead I transferred to Chicago and moved without even saying good-bye to my partner, best friend, one-time lover, and most importantly: the man I loved more than I'd ever believed to be possible. Now, I'm pregnant and haven't even told him that I'm carrying his child."

Her whole body was shaking as she sobbed, leaning against the wall next to her window.

New York

Back in New York, Elliot stared blankly at his computer screen, thinking about the last time he'd seen his partner. He sighed, "That night eight months ago was the most incredible night of my life. I never dreamed the woman I love would love me back, but for just a moment I got to believe she did. I hadn't planned on sleeping with her that night, but it just kind of happened. Then, she said she loved me and I was so happy and relieved, relieved that I could finally tell her how I felt, so, of course, I told her I loved her. I still do, always will, not that she cares. Hell, she basically threw me out when we were done. Then, she just left, didn't even say good-bye, I had to find out from Cragen that she was in Chicago. God, I miss her."

He was pulled from his thoughts when his computer signaled that he had a new e-mail. He looked back at the screen to see who it was from and was more than slightly shocked to see that the message was from Olivia. He immediately opened the e-mail and began to read:

Elliot-

I'm so sorry that I didn't say good-bye. I was hurt. I know that I shouldn't have said what I did and afterwards it was too painful to see you every day, knowing that you could never return my feelings. I know you said you did and I don't expect you to apologize, I know you were just caught up in the moment. I also know that you probably don't want to hear from me and please understand that I don't expect anything from you, I just wanted you to know: I'm pregnant and the baby's yours. I understand that you already have five kids and probably don't want another one, especially with me, but I had to tell you anyway.

-Olivia

He couldn't believe what he'd just read, "She thinks I lied to her, that I don't love her. That's why she left; she didn't think I'd stick around. God, I fucked up. She's pregnant. With my baby and she didn't think I'd care. Shit!"

Elliot shoved his chair back and stood up abruptly, startling Fin, Munch and everyone else in the squad room. He stormed towards Cragen's office and burst through the door, "Cap, I need some time off."

Cragen looked up, clearly surprised by Elliot's outburst, "Okay, how much?"

"I don't know. I have to go to Chicago to see Liv. She needs me. I have to go."

Cragen was scribbling something on a piece of paper as he replied, "Take as much time as you need and tell Liv we all miss her."

Elliot started to leave the office as he called over his shoulder, "Thanks Cap."

Cragen followed Elliot to his desk and watched him gather his things. As Elliot turned to leave, Cragen called after him, "Elliot!"

"Yea, Cap?"

"You might need this," Cragen handed him the piece of paper he'd been scribbling on earlier.

Elliot glanced at it briefly, "What's this?"

"Liv's address in Chicago."

"Thanks Cap."

"No problem. Good luck, Elliot."

Chicago

It was the morning after Olivia had cried by the window over Elliot and sent him the e-mail telling him of her pregnancy. She was still a little shaken up and decided to spend the day on the couch watching crappy made for t.v. movies, but ended up falling asleep instead.

Sometime in the early afternoon, she was awakened by her door buzzer insistently screeching at her. She stood up, stretched and walked over to the buzzer to press the intercom button, "Hello?"

"Liv, it's Elliot. Please let me in, we need to talk."

She sighed heavily, but buzzed him in.

In an amazingly short amount of time, there was a knock at the door. She took a deep breath and opened the door, "Elliot."

"Liv." He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she looked carrying his child.

She opened the door wider to let him in and he stepped inside quickly, as if he feared that she'd change her mind and shut the door on him. Once he was inside he turned to her, "I got your e-mail."

"I can see that, but why are you here?"

"Because I screwed up."

At his explanation, tears sprung to her eyes and her hand flew to cover her stomach, as if to protect her unborn child.

Elliot realized what she thought he'd meant and immediately tried to fix it, "Oh, God, Liv, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" she asked regarding him suspiciously.

"Can we please sit down, Liv. Please?" he was almost begging now.

She sighed and walked to the couch, not even bothering to see if he was following her. They sat down and she looked at him, waiting for him to continue, to break what was left of her heart.

"You were wrong Liv."

"What?"

"You were wrong. About everything. You have no idea how happy I was when you told me you loved me and I didn't just say it back because I was caught up in the moment. I said it because I meant it. I love you, Olivia, more than you'll ever know." At his declaration a tear rolled down her cheek, he swiped it away with his thumb and then took her hand in his own before continuing, "You were also wrong about me not wanting to hear from you. I missed you every moment you were gone and not a day went by that I didn't pray you'd come back to me. And this baby," he paused, as he placed his hand on her stomach lovingly and stared into her eyes deeply, "This baby, our baby. I love our baby. I'm sorry you thought I didn't love either of you, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I may have five kids, but that doesn't mean I don't want another one, especially if I get to have one with you, Liv. I love you and I love our baby." When he was finished and felt that he'd done everything he could to convince her, he stopped and waited for her to speak.

She brushed her tears away and stared at her stomach and his hand which was still resting there. Eventually, she looked up at him, "Are you sure you want this, El? You don't have to do this. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't really want."

Elliot stared at her, not quite believing that she was still questioning his intentions, "Liv, Sweetheart, of course, I want this. You gotta believe that I love you. Always have, always will."

"Really?"

"Yes, Baby, I love you."

The tears were streaming down her face again, "I love you too, El."

She barely finished speaking before his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately. When oxygen became a necessity, they broke apart and she was surprised to find herself in his lap with his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him.

"You're coming back to New York with me," he informed her.

"Okay," she agreed and kissed him deeply.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this. Please leave a review and any suggestions you have for future chapters. Reviews prompt me to update faster and suggestions allow me to update faster. Thank-you. Much love, Kate.