It had been a week since Elliot's funeral when someone decided enough was enough. I was fast asleep when I heard hammering at the door but as usual I rolled over and ignored it. I should have known not to underestimate my friends who busted down the door breaking all three locks on it.

"Go away." I said without even looking to see who it was.

"Enough is enough Olivia." Don said firmly and I groaned, I didn't understand why they wouldn't leave me alone. "Get up, get dressed and meet us in the living room we're not moving until you're with us."

I waited till he shut the door before I climbed out of bed. I did as I was told, why I complied I don't know but I did. I showered, changed and met not just Don but Munch, Fin and George out in the living room.

"What's going on?" I asked weakly folding my arms defensively across my chest.

"What's going on? Olivia you've been hiding away here for six days, enough is enough." Don replied quite harshly, I'm guessing it was what George told him to do because I can't imagine him being like that for any other reason.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, stupid question really because they wanted me to get my act together.

"We're going for food and a few drinks and you're not saying no. So here's your coat." Don explained handing over my knee high cream cashmere coat, the one Elliot bought me last Christmas after I said I really liked it.

"Fine." I replied, I knew there would be no harm in leaving the apartment for a few hours.

We went to an Italian restaurant and I probably ate more then than I had since Elliot's… well since Elliot.

"So how is everything at the one six?" She asked just wanting to keep up the act that she was fine, truth was she knew she wasn't fine, she was dying inside.

"Quiet." Don replied shrugging, he didn't want to tell her it felt like both she and Elliot had died because she wasn't there.

"I want to come back on Monday." She said with her head down, she didn't know why she couldn't say it straight up, she'd been back before the funeral.

"Whenever you're ready Olivia." Don replied with a smile, he hoped she was ready because he needed her back.

"Good." She nodded.

"Well if everyone's done with dinner how about we head to the bar?" Don suggested, he knew his Detectives were planning on getting wasted and he wanted to make sure Olivia didn't drink too much and use it as an excuse to drown her sorrows, he had been really pleased when she was showering and he was searching the apartment that one she'd been eating and two that there wasn't a single drop of alcohol to be found.

At the bar Munch and Fin ordered a pitcher and Don and George both ordered Soda Water.

"I'll just have a coke please." Olivia said to the waitress.

Don was impressed, she wasn't drinking at all which meant she knew the consequences drinking could have, or at least so he thought.

"No pitcher? Jeez Liv we're supposed to be throwing it all out there tonight." Munch chuckled and Olivia smiled and nervously clasped her hands on the table, now was the right time to tell them.

"Uh guys… the reason I'm not having a drink is because … well… guy's I'm now eleven weeks pregnant." Olivia stuttered.

Everyone stared at her in shock for a moment, not only because they had never thought of Olivia as being pregnant it was because they knew it was Elliot's baby and a baby who would never get to meet his father.

So that's how they found out. I had to say something because they all knew I would have wanted to drown my sorrows. No one knew what to say to me, they knew congratulations wasn't exactly appropriate.

"Did they say anything?"

Don just pulled me into his arms and told me they would all be there for me which I knew was true, I hadn't even doubted that… until now but of course that's why I'm here, I realised at that moment that I wasn't ready to be a Mom on my own.