A/N: First and foremost, I am SO sorry to anyone if I offended them in ANY way. I can't say that enough. SO sorry… if you continue this story I will promise some form of a happy ending. And keep in mind, people can live for YEARS with this disease.

I hope you keep reading :)

It was two days before Elliot had the courage to call her into one of the empty interrogation rooms, and with a heavy heart and hesitation, she picked herself up from the desk, in which she had been working, and followed him. He closed the door as she stepped inside.

Her eyes settled on his face, and she felt sick, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"You're going to die…" he stated.

Olivia shook her head slightly and turned her eyes away. She'd thought about that too, it was ALL she had thought about. But she had been through the information with her doctor. "Not necessarily. If you had stuck around longer," she said bitterly. "I would have told you that it's not full blown yet… there's treatment and I could still live for years… it's still in the HIV stage."

"You can't have kids," he looked devastated.

"What does that have to do with ANYTHING?" she shot angrily. It had also been one thing she hadn't stopped thinking about, among others.

"Because I wanted to have-" he stopped talking, as if he realized what he'd said. "This changes EVERYTHING, Liv… I can't have all the things I wanted and you could DIE! Do you understand how that hurts me… a world without you in it, Liv… it's not fathomable. Do you understand that?" he was livid.

Olivia titled her head and watched him sadly. All the anger she felt towards him for walking out, suddenly vanished, she understood now that he had walked out because he had been both shocked and hurt. She didn't know that she wouldn't have done the same thing. "I'm sorry," fresh tears built up in her eyes. "I'm sorry… I didn't know this would happen, I was stupid and…"

"I can't kiss you…" he looked like a broken man as the realization crushed him. "That's why you pulled away and you didn't-" it was beginning to make sense to him now.

"It's not necessary the case, I didn't want you to… I wanted you to know before anything else-" she explained. "I… it would take buckets of saliva to catch it that way. It's usually transmitted through sex and blood… open wounds, that kind of thing."

Olivia burst into tears then, ashamed of having to have this conversation with him.

"Oh God, Liv…" he grabbed her by the shirt then and pulled her close to him, embracing her tightly. She cried on his shoulder, for what seemed hours, before she withdrew, and he handed her a handkerchief so she could blow her nose, and wipe her face.

For a long time neither of them said anything. He was processing the information now.

"Does anyone else know?" he asked eventually breaking the silence.

She shook her head looking exhausted. This conversation had left her drained and tired. All she wanted to do was sleep. "I don't want anyone else to know…" she panicked.

"Okay," he consoled her. "I won't tell anyone. But you might need to tell the Captain. He needs to know this Liv, so he can… he needs to know."

She nodded. "I know he does. But not yet… please, El. Not yet!"

He pulled her in for a hug again, and this time he kissed her cheek, lingering longer than he needed to. She looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"Can I tell you now…" he looked cautious.

Olivia grinned, forgetting for a moment that she was sick.

"No," she told him.

"Why not?"

"Because when you say it, I don't want it to be because you feel sorry for me."

He laughed. "That would NEVER happen."

"Well… just humor me," she said.

He kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Come on," he dragged to the door. "You look tired, I'm gonna take you home."

She nodded too weak to argue with him.

I hope this made up for the last chapter. I know there were people who were shocked and saddened, so I'm hoping you liked this a bit better… :).