I don't usually post two chapters for the same story in the same day. I was going to write it tonight and wait to post it until tomorrow, but a friend of mine really wanted it tonight. So you guys can thank Kelly for this one! ;0) ~ Detective Olivia Stabler ~

One Night Stand

(Chapter Five: No More Secrets, No More Lies.)

Olivia sat at the table in the interrogation room, her belly almost completely disguised by the table in front of her. She took notes as Munch questioned the man about their suspect, injecting a question here and there. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until Munch asked the wrong question.

He had explained to the man that his brother was accused of raping and murdering a nine year old girl. A girl who wasn't even able to be identified until moments earlier. A girl, who turned out to be this man's own child.

Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she read the note with the girl's identity, just before she passed it to Munch. He looked worriedly at her then at the door, but she ignored the gesture.

She watched as Munch broke the news to the man. He shook his head in disbelief as tears rolled down his face and he began to break down in front of them. Munch looked to her once more nodding his head toward the door, but Olivia didn't budge.

"Mr. Gherrett, I am very sorry for your loss," Olivia said softly reaching to place her hand against his.

He jerked his hand away from her and glared at her across the table.

"Don't you dare sit there and pretend that you know me. That you know my daughter or what she went through. My brother raped and murdered my child…."

Maybe it was her maternal instinct kicking in on hormonal overload, but Olivia couldn't help but try and comfort him.

"I am so sorry," she almost whispered.

"No you're not!" he shouted as he stood up and lunged toward her.

Olivia stood from her chair jumping backward as Munch tried to control the man. Before he could get the situation under control the man picked up a chair and threw it toward Olivia. In trying to get out of the way, she turned her belly toward the wall in an attempt to protect her baby. As she did, the chair hit the wall above her and busted into pieces, part of it hitting her in the back of the head.

Other detectives rushed into the room to get take the man into custody as Munch rushed to Olivia's side. She was crouched in the floor with one arm defensively over her belly and the other shrouding her face.

"Liv? Oh my God, Olivia are you okay?"

She groaned a little and looked up at him.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," she said as she watched the other detectives lead the man from the room.

"You're bleeding," Munch said as be inspected the bump on her head.

"No. I'm good. I'm okay."

"I'm not buying. Let's get you checked out."

"John, really I am fine. It is just a bump on the head. All I could think was to keep it from hitting my belly. The baby is fine, I am fine."

"I never should have agreed to let you in here. I am so sorry. Lets get you to the hospital and get you checked out."

"Munch…"

"For the baby, just to make sure everything is okay."

"Okay," she finally agreed as he helped her up.

NINE DAYS LATER…

Elliot carried the last of the bags in from the car. He was exhausted after the long drive back and ready to take a hot shower and get some rest.

"Dad, mom said we could just order pizza for dinner tonight. Can I have some money to pay the delivery guy?" Elizabeth asked.

Elliot pulled out his wallet and handed her a couple of twenty dollar bills.

"Tell mom I'm gonna grab a quick shower, then take a nap."

"Okay."

Elliot watched as she disappeared down the hallway.

He pulled some clean clothes from his suitcase and moved to the bathroom. After his shower Elliot moved back to the bedroom to get dressed. He turned his cell phone on for the first time in a week. He dried off and put his clothes on then unpacked his things from the trip.

Elliot picked up his cell phone to see that he had seven missed calls while he was on vacation. He checked his voicemail and listened to a message from Olivia asking him to call her as soon as he made it back to town.

He exhaled and dialed Olivia's call phone number, but it went straight to voicemail. He slipped on his shoes and headed to work to talk to her.

"Elliot, where are you going? We are about to sit down to dinner. The girls made a salad and the pizza will be here any minute?" Kathy asked as she laid Eli down for a nap.

"I got a message from Liv to call her when I got back. I can't reach her and I want to check on her."

Kathy just stared at him as she poured milk for the kids to go with their dinner.

"She is a grown woman, Elliot."

"She is also eight months pregnant and alone. I just want to check on her and make sure everything is okay. I'll pick up my messages from work and talk to her, I'll be back in a few hours."

Elliot picked up his car keys and walked toward the door.

"Can you at least pretend to be half as worried about your own family as you obviously are about Olivia and her baby?"

"Kathy, she is all alone in this. She doesn't have a boyfriend or husband to help her out. All she has is me, her best friend and the people from work to help her out. I just spent almost two weeks doing nothing but spending time with you and the kids. I need a couple of hours to go and make sure that my friend is okay. So just back off a little, because you are making it hard to even breathe."

Kathy stared at him in frustration as she watched Elliot walk out the door.

Elliot dialed Olivia's call phone number once again as he drove toward Manhattan, but he got no answer. Half an hour later he walked into the precinct. John Munch sat at his desk working at his computer and Fin and Cragen were in the office discussing the details of a case.

Elliot made his way to his desk and checked his voicemail scribbling down a few notes. He flipped through some messages and hung up the phone.

"Munch, you seen Olivia? She tried to call me several times and left a message for me to call her, but her phone must be turned off. Is she in court or something?"

"No Elliot, Olivia is on maternity leave. She didn't call you?"

Elliot jumped to his feet and grabbed his keys from the desk in front of him.

"She had the baby?" He mumbled as he quickly made his way to the elevator.

Olivia was asleep on the sofa beside the bassinette when she heard the buzz of the doorbell. She groaned a little as she sat up and peeked into the bassinette before making her way to the door.

"Elliot, hey."

"Hey," he said standing before her with a dozen roses and a teddy bear.

"Come on in," she said with a yawn.

Elliot walked in and kissed her forehead as he handed her the roses.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"I tried to call. I called your cell and the house phone, but couldn't get an answer."

"We were sleeping. I turned them off. I'm sorry if I worried you."

"It's okay now. Munch told me you were on maternity leave. I rushed out so fast I forgot to ask him if the baby was a boy or a girl," he said looking at the pink blanket draped over the end of the bassinette. "Pink," he replied pointing to it. "It's a girl?"

The baby began to grunt a little bit and whimper. Olivia smiled as she walked across the room and leaned over the bassinette picking up a tiny pink bundle. She kissed the little girl and brushed her fingertips over the little tuft of dark hair.

She smiled and handed the baby to Elliot. He sat on the sofa and stared down at his daughter.

"She is gorgeous, Liv. What is her name?"

"Isabella," she said softly watching the new father interact with his baby girl for the first time.

"Hey there, Isabella. I'm your daddy," Elliot said looking down at the baby in his arms as a strange sound filled the apartment.

He listened as the baby cried, but the little girl in his arms was still. Olivia leaned over the bassinette and picked up a second tiny pink bundle.

"Two?" Elliot asked a little stunned. "Twins?"

"I didn't get the chance to tell you, before she made her presence known," Olivia said with a smile as she sat down beside him with the other baby.

"And who is this?" Elliot asked as a grin crossed his face.

"Sophie. Isabella Hope and Sophie Grace Benson."

"Sophie and Isabella."

"You don't like the names?"

"I love their names. I would like them more if they had my name."

"Yeah, that wouldn't draw suspicion at all," she joked.

"This is wrong, Liv. To keep them hidden like some horrible secret. They are our babies, my daughters. I am not in any way ashamed of these babies and it is time I stop treating them like I am."

"Elliot, if you tell people….if Kathy finds out, all hell will break loose. Are you sure that is something that you want to risk right now?"

"There is something I need to show you," Elliot said standing with little Isabella fast asleep in his arms.

He made his way to the to chair across the room where he had dropped the stuff he had carried in with him. Olivia rocked Sophie gently to keep her content.

"What is this?" she asked as he placed a stack of papers in her hand. "You bringing me work at home to keep me busy on my down time?" she laughed.

"Not exactly. Take a closer look," he said as he flipped back the cover page.

"You really did this?" She asked looking up at him. "Elliot are you sure this is what you want? You can't do this because of us."

"Olivia, this has nothing to do with you and the girls. I filed those divorce papers before we left for Florida. I wasn't even going to go. Kathy and I are fighting all of the time and it just isn't working. We tried to make it work for the new baby, but this isn't good for him, it isn't good for anyone. Kathy asked me to go on this one last family vacation, for the kids. We didn't even sleep in the same bed the entire time we were gone. It's over. And I can say that without regret, because I know that I gave it everything I had to give. Kathy and I don't love each other anymore and if we don't end this now, I am afraid that we are going to reach a point where we hate each other. I want us to be able to remain civil for the sake of the kids."

"That makes perfect sense," Olivia admitted as Sophie opened her eyes and started to cry again. "They are probably ready to be fed again," she said carrying the baby to the kitchen to make a bottle of formula.

She carried the bottle back to the sofa and sat it on the coffee table.

"I thought you were going to feed her?"

"I am," she said as she began to unbutton her blouse. "I try to nurse them, but I don't make enough milk for both babies. So I nurse them for about ten minutes each, then finish up with the bottle."

Elliot smiled as he watched her nurse their daughter. Motherhood seemed to be so natural to her.

"How old are they?"

"Eight days."

"They look pretty healthy to be born almost three weeks early."

"They are perfect, daddy. Isabella was born first. Five pounds, three ounces and nineteen and a half inches long. Nine minutes later Sophie was born. Five pounds even and she was nineteen inches long. I had no idea I was even expecting twins. Only one baby showed up on the sonogram pictures. My doctor said it is rare, but it does happen sometimes."

"How do you tell them apart? My other twins were easy, a boy and a girl. But these two…."

"Are identical," she said with a smile. "It wasn't easy at first. Unless you stretch them out they look exactly the same. The first few days we were home, I kept their hospital bands on and they were known as Benson baby one and Benson baby two. I was so paranoid I would mix up my own kids and cause them some huge identity crisis later down the road. But once you get to know them a little better, it is easier to tell them apart."

"How?"

"Isabella is the quieter of the two, she is more laid back and relaxed. When she is awake, she is usually pretty content. She just looks around and takes in everything around her. Sophie, on the other hand….she is a girl who knows what she wants and how to get it. When she is awake, she prefers to be held. She likes to suck on her little fist and has to be the first one to eat. Her rules," Olivia laughed. "And if you look really closely, Sophie's hair is a little thicker than Isabella's."

"They are both absolutely beautiful and the look like their mama."

Elliot raised Isabella up and kissed her little forehead as she stared into his eyes.

"Do you want to switch me babies? You can give Sophie the bottle while I nurse Isabella."

"Sure," Elliot said as he traded her babies. "Well, hello Sophie," he said softly as she looked up at him and grunted. "You want this bottle, don't you?"

Elliot finished helping Olivia feed their baby girls, then helped her give them a bath and tuck them into the bassinette. Afterward he moved to the kitchen where she placed the roses in a vase of water and he began to cook dinner for the two of them.

"So, you and Kathy have already talked about all of this? Have you worked out the details of the divorce yet?" Olivia asked looking at him over the bouquet.

"Most of them. I am letting her keep the house. It is almost paid off and the kids have lived there their entire lives. I'll get a place in the city. Probably near here so I can be close to you to help with the babies. I want our girls to have their father in their lives. We meet with the lawyers tomorrow afternoon to work out the custody agreement. Kathleen and Maureen are over eighteen. But I will pay child support for the twins and Eli until they are of age. I'll send the older girls a little money now and then to help with school and bills. I will live at the house, sleeping on the couch until I can get a place. I want to tell the everyone that these are my babies, but I think maybe I should wait it out just a bit longer until Kathy and I sign our custody agreement. After that, there is nothing that she can do about it."

"I think that sounds like the best plan. Have you told the kids about the divorce, yet?"

"We talked about it on the drive home. They were all upset, of course. But no one could run away, they had no choice but to sit and talk it out, like a family."

Elliot sat down two plates of food on the table, then took a seat across from Olivia.

"Elliot, I am sorry things are so rough for you right now."

"No Liv, things are the way that they need to be before they start getting better. This is the best thing for everyone. Once the custody agreement is in writing, I can be a father to all of my children. No more secrets, no more lies. I want to help you raise our daughters."

Olivia smiled as she laid her napkin down on the table.

"You know, once you have told Kathy that you are the father of my babies things are probably going to get a little heated around the house. I was thinking, you could stay here if you'd like. I set up the spare room as a nursery, but they will probably sleep in my room for a few more weeks anyway. We could put a bed in there and store some of the furniture until it is time to move them into their own room. Until then, I have the sofa. Just until you find a place, of course. But that would allow you to be closer to the babies."

"Are you sure you wont mind?"

"El, you are my best friend and the father of my babies. I would do anything for you. Besides, you have had a lot more experience than I have with babies. I could use all the help I can get. And I think it would be good for the girls to get to spend time with their daddy."

"I have to go back tonight," he said staring into her eyes.

"I know," she replied watching him swaddle Sophie and kiss her. "Sophie, right?"

"Yeah," Olivia said with a smile.

"Sophie, you be a good girl for mommy. Daddy will come and visit you tomorrow, sweetheart." He kissed her again. Elliot handed her off to her mommy and picked up the other baby in his arms. "Izzy, come here baby. Daddy is going to miss you girls so much. But I will be back tomorrow. Yes, I will. You and sissy take good care of mommy, okay? Daddy loves you both so much." Elliot kissed the baby as she grunted and stared up at him. "Daddy's little angels. Bye bye, my babies." He kissed both girls once more as they laid them back into the bassinette.

"Izzy?"

"Sophie and Izzy, daddy's girls." Elliot said with a smile.

"Izzy," she agreed with a smile as she walked Elliot to the door.

"I'll stop by around lunch time tomorrow. I'll bring you some food and visit the girls for a little while. I have the meeting with my lawyer at three o'clock. I'll talk to Kathy and tell her about the girls. I'll come back by tomorrow evening. Make us some dinner spend the evening here with you and the girls."

"Sounds good."

Elliot stood in the doorway and looked into her eyes.

"Thank you, Liv, for letting me be a part of this."

"I will never keep you away from them. You are their father."

Elliot smiled as he leaned in and hugged her tight.

"Congratulations," he said as he stared into her eyes and gently kissed her forehead.

"You too," she said smiling up at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Olivia."

"Good night, El."