Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

AN: I apologize for the long wait. This season is so hectic and my muse, Earl, hasn't been working with me lately. Earl finally decided to let me write a chapter. Now, be aware that the medical information may or may not be correct. Other than that, enjoy!

Olivia hurried to the nearest bodega and picked up a couple of burgers for the two of them. She didn't want to be gone longer than she had to. When she got back, they ate. As they ate, they made small talk about everything. She tried to bring up calling his kids again, but he kept changing the subject so she gave up for that time. Once they had finished lunch, Olivia threw their containers out and came to lie on the bed with Elliot again. She wrapped her arms around his good arm. Then she looked at his expression of his face. She sat up slightly, loosening her grip on his arm.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

"I can't feel my arm," Elliot said.

She looked at him and then touched his arm again.

"You don't feel that?" she asked. He shook his head.

She pressed the call button and a nurse's voice came over the intercom.

"Can I help you?" she said.

"Elliot can't feel his arm," Olivia told the nurse.

"I'll be there in a moment," she replied and the intercom clicked off.

"I don't like this, Liv," he said.

"I know. Me either," she said.

The nurse came in and Olivia got up. She came to his side and took a pointed object and began lightly poking his arm.

"Anything?" she asked. He shook his head.

"The cancer may have spread to your nerves. I'll call the doctor," she said.

"Wait, what's that mean? Is he going to lose his arm?" Olivia asked.

"I don't know," the nurse replied as she left to call the doctor.

After several minutes of worry, Mara came in and performed the same procedure as the nurse. She looked at the two.

"It doesn't look good. The cancer cells are attacking his nervous system now. We need to take him to chemo stat. I also need to have you tested, detective, ASAP," Mara said.

Olivia nodded as she let that sink in. Elliot looked at her and at Mara then back at Olivia. He could tell she was scared for him.

"It's going to be okay, Liv," Elliot said as he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

Mara and the nurse helped Elliot into the wheelchair and the nurse took him out of the room.

"Wait!" Olivia called.

The nurse stopped and turned the chair. Olivia walked over and bent over to capture his lips with hers.

"I love you," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I love you too," he said, "I'll be fine. I have you by my side now."

She smiled as the nurse pulled him out again and took off down the hall. Olivia watched before turning to Mara.

"How bad is it really?" Olivia asked. Mara sighed.

"He has a fifty-fifty chance," Mara said. Olivia nodded.

"Are you ready to go for testing?" Mara asked.

"Yes, how long before we know whether or not I'm a match?" Olivia asked.

"Twenty-four to forty-eight hours," Mara said, "You do know that the chemo is going to make him extremely sick?"

"How sick?" Olivia asked.

"All he's going to want to do is sleep. When he is awake, he needs to eat. He won't want to because the chemo makes him nauseous," Mara explained.

"What can I do?" Olivia asked. Mara sighed.

"Be there for him," Mara said. Olivia nodded.

They walked down to the lab and Olivia had the blood drawn and Mara sent it to be analyzed. By the time she returned to the room, Elliot was in bed, asleep. She decided at that moment to step out to make a phone call, one she told him she wouldn't make. It rang a while before a voice came on the line.

"Hello," said Maureen.

"Maureen, it's Olivia," Olivia said.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I have something to tell you," Olivia said, "Your father was in an accident yesterday. He's fine. He's got some bruises and scrapes and a broken arm, but they found some anomalies in his blood."

"What are you trying to say?" Maureen asked nervously.

"Maureen, he has cancer," Olivia said.

"What? How?" Maureen said.

"He has Multiple Myeloma. It causes tumors in the bone and can spread and it is spreading. They just brought him back from his first round of chemo. He's going to need a bone marrow transplant," Olivia said.

"How come he didn't call us? Why did he call you first?" Maureen asked.

"He didn't want to worry you and he was worried that you blamed him, but this is stuff you need to talk to him about. He didn't want me to call, but you needed to know," Olivia said.

"Thank you for calling. I'll talk to Kathleen and the twins and we'll head up there soon," Maureen said.

"Okay," Olivia said.

"Bye Olivia," Maureen said.

"Bye," Olivia replied and disconnected the call.

She took a deep breath as she hoped she did the right thing. Putting her phone in her pocket, she turned to walk back in the room. She sat down in the chair beside him. She put her head in her hands and did something she never did before. She prayed.

An hour or so later, Elliot woke up. He was groggy and the first thing he did was reach for the basin to expel everything in his stomach that he had eaten. Olivia went into the bathroom and ran a cloth under the faucet. She walked over and ran the cloth over his face.

"That feels good," he said.

"I'm glad," Olivia said. He looked at her and noticed that she was worried.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," Olivia lied.

"Liv, you and I have been partners for seven years, I know when you're lying," he said.

She blew out a breath. To give herself a little more time before she had to answer, she grabbed the basin and the cloth and went into the bathroom to clean them.

"That's not going to keep me from bugging you about what you're hiding," he said.

"I'm not hiding anything," she replied, her voice a little higher.

"Liar," he said.

She sighed and shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks. She walked out of the bathroom.

"What is it, Liv?" he asked. She sniffled.

"I…I, uh, I called Maureen," she said.

"You what?" he exclaimed, "Liv, you didn't! I didn't want them to know! They didn't need them to know!"

"They deserved to know, Elliot! They're your children! I'm not going to keep this from them," Olivia said, "They're going to come up here. Maureen, Kathleen, and the twins are coming."

Elliot leaned back into his pillow and scrubbed his face with his hand. He sighed.

"I wish you hadn't done that, but this might, this might be a good thing. I hope," he said, "When are they coming?"

Olivia looked over at the door and Elliot saw his kids standing there.

"Hi, dad," Maureen said.

AN: Next up is Elliot's kids talking with him. Thanks for sticking with me!