Sorry, I took so long to post this chapter. It was especially difficult to write. The news of Chris Meloni leaving SVU depressed me so badly, I lost my my focus. I almost didn't want to continue this story, knowing that EO will never happen. But thanks to some encouraging Twitter family members (you know who you are), I decided to continue. So here's the latest chapter. Enjoy! Please read and review!

Location: Canada. Hospital.

Elliot sat in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out with news of Olivia. He stared blankly out of the window as the light from the morning sun poured in. His mind replayed the events and images from that horrible night. He had found Olivia, but she was barely alive, barely conscious. He could still see her strapped to the bed, naked and bruised, laying on blood soaked sheets. Her eyes were glassy and bloodshot from all the drugs Granger had given her. What troubled him most was that he had shot Granger too late. Elliot couldn't stop him from pressing the button on the ECT machine. As he sat there pondering, Dana entered the waiting room and sat down beside him.

"Any news yet?" she asked him, handing him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," he took the cup from her. "The doctor came out several hours ago. He said Liv was alive and they were stabilizing her."

"That's good," Dana commented, sipping her coffee.

"I guess," Elliot shrugged.

"What is it?" she inquired.

She could tell from his tone that something was wrong.

"Nothing," he lied.

He held the coffee cup and his hand but did not take a sip.

"Bullshit," Dana sassed. "I know something's bugging you. And you will tell me even if I have to beat it out of you."

"Olivia is alive, yes," Elliot began with a deep breath. "But at what cost? Granger nearly killed her. Again. And I couldn't stop him."

"But you saved her life," Dana. "That's the important thing. Plus, Granger is dead. You stopped him from ever hurting her again."

"That's true," agreed Elliot. "But the damage has already been done."

Dana realized he was right, but wasn't sure how to respond. Olivia had survived hell and would be physically and emotionally damaged. Possibly permanently damaged. And the extent of the damage they would not know until they spoke to Olivia. Dana was lost in thought when Elliot finally spoke up.

"Why did he do it?" he wondered out loud. "He had four guns pointed at him, and he still hit the button. Granger knew he didn't have a chance. Why did he go for it?"

"Suicide by cop," Dana told him. "He wanted you to shoot him. He decided he'd rather die than surrender and go to prison, where he would have gotten the death penalty anyway."

"And he was going to take Liv with him," Elliot said, putting the pieces together. "Where even in death, he would still control her. And he wanted me to watch her die."

"But you won," she reminded him. "You saved Olivia. She's still alive because of you. Always remember that."

"I know," he said, still deep in thought. "I just wish I shot him sooner. I should have shot him sooner."

"You did the right thing, Elliot," Dana assured him. "You played by the book. You gave him a chance to do the right thing. But Granger made his choice."

"There had to be another way," Elliot said as the scene replayed through his mind once again. "Maybe I didn't have to shoot him. I should have pulled him away from the machine."

"You and I both know that wouldn't have worked," she shook her head. "He would have pressed the button the moment you moved in. And then you'd have to shoot him. Just as you did before. Now matter which way you put it, it would have ended the same way. So put it behind you and focus on helping Olivia recover from this. She's gonna need you now more than ever."

"You're right," Elliot realized.

The sound of a door opening interrupted their conversation. They looked up to see the doctor step out and walk towards them. Elliot and Dana stood up as the doctor approached them.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cavanaugh," he introduced himself.

"FBI Agent Dana Lewis," said Dana, formally.

"Detective Elliot Stabler," said Elliot. "How's Olivia?"

"She's lucky to be alive," replied Dr. Cavanaugh. "One more day out there, and she would've died. We've managed to stabilize her. She'll be moved to the ICU shortly. Her CT scan and MRI appear normal. However we won't know anything more until she's fully conscious. By then, we'll be able to do a full assessment. She should fully recover from this, but it will take time."

"ICU?" Elliot repeated.

"Yes," Dr. Cavanaugh continued. "Her tox screen results came back positive for multiple pharmaceutical drugs. Also, she was severely dehydrated when the paramedics brought her in. We've started her on an IV to flush the drugs out of her system and keep fluids in. We need to keep her in ICU to monitor her closely."

"That explains the broken syringes and bottles at the crime scene," realized Dana.

"Judging by the needle marks in her shoulder," added Dr. Cavanaugh. "And the heavy bruises on her thighs and trauma to her vaginal area, she was drugged and raped repeatedly. She's lucky it didn't kill her."

Drugged and raped repeatedly? Elliot couldn't believe his ears. He now felt sorry he didn't empty his entire gun clip into Granger's body.

The doctor continued. "She also had more than twenty cuts and deep welts on her back, most likely from a whip or belt. We treated the cuts, some of which needed to be stitched up."

On the inside, Elliot was fuming with rage at the details of the attack. But he knew there was more to be said when he would finally get to see Olivia. On the outside however, he remained cool and calm as the doctor spoke. Yet it did not fool Dana. She could see the anger and grief in his eyes.

"Have you done a rape kit?" Elliot questioned.

"Not yet," answered Dr. Cavanaugh. "She's been through enough for now. But we will do it within the next twenty-four hours."

"When can we see her?" Elliot inquired.

"Soon," Dr. Cavanaugh replied. "When we move her to the ICU. But as I said before, she's not fully conscious. She's been in and out all day. And she'll continue to stay that way for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours."

As Elliot opened his mouth to ask another question, the same door Dr. Cavanaugh exited opened as a nurse wheeled Olivia out of the room and into the hallway. Olivia lay unconscious, connected to an IV and a monitor.

"Here she comes now," said the doctor. "You two can follow the nurse to the ICU. Then you can stay with Olivia for a while."

While Dana went over to the nurse and Olivia, Elliot pulled the doctor aside.

"One more question," spoke Elliot, as he leaned in a little closer. "Did you do a pregnancy test like I asked?"

"Yes," Dr. Cavanaugh cleared his throat. "Olivia is pregnant. About six to eight weeks along. It's a miracle the fetus is still alive after what she's been through. Is the rapist the father?"

"It's possible," answered Elliot. "The man who did this to her also raped her about a month ago in a motel room."

The aftermath of the rape and abduction was more than enough to overwhelm Olivia. Now she had the stress of a pregnancy to add to it. A pregnancy that may have been the result of her rape. How was he going to tell her? Elliot knew this wouldn't be easy but he had to find a way to make this as less stressful as possible for Olivia. She had been through so much already. He couldn't bear to see her in anymore pain.

"What's the earliest a paternity test can be done?" he asked the doctor.

"As early as ten weeks," responded Dr. Cavanaugh. "That's when a chorionic villus sampling can be done."

"Alright," Elliot nodded, thinking to himself. "Thanks."

He followed Dana and the nurse to the ICU, where the nurse settled Olivia in, connecting her to several more machines and monitors. After the nurse left, Elliot sat down in the chair next to Olivia and took her hand. Dana sat down in a chair next to him.

"Hey," she nudged him, playfully, trying to cheer him up a bit. "She'll get through this just fine. She's strong. She's a fighter. Plus, she has you."

"Liv's pregnant," Elliot told her. "I don't know how I'm gonna tell her. She's been through so much already. How can I burden her with this too?"

Dana thought back to the conversation she had with Olivia the night they moved her to the safe house. She remembered how distraught Olivia became. Then Dana remembered the conversation she had with Elliot during the drive to Canada. She understood how Elliot felt.

"Tell her as gently as possible," Dana spoke. "She's going to find out regardless. And just be there for here. She's really going to need you. It won't be easy for either of you, but you'll get through this. It's going to take a lot of love, patience, and time."

Elliot nodded but said nothing. That was when Dana realized something else.

"How long has it been now?" she asked him. "Since the fire."

Elliot looked up. "Almost three months."

"I can't imagine what you're feeling right now," Dana said softly. "I know it's too soon for all this-"

"It's okay," Elliot interrupted her. "I've been thinking about it since you told me about the pregnancy test. I'm not sure if I'm ready for all this just yet, but I'll find a way to get past that. If the baby is mine, I want to do the right thing, for Liv and for the baby."

Suddenly, Dana's phone rang. "I have to take this call. I'll only be a moment."

She answered her phone as she walked out into the hallway. Elliot took his cue from her and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He called Cragen and updated him on Olivia's condition and all the case details. He left out Olivia's pregnancy. Elliot decided Olivia should reveal that when she was ready. But first, he had to figure out a way to tell her. He finished his call just as Dana reentered the room.

"My boss wants me back in New York," she told him. "We've done all we could here."

"Go ahead," he insisted. "I'll stay here with Liv. Fin and Munch are driving up here tomorrow."

"Well, it was great working with you again," Dana checked her pocket for her car keys. "I wish you two the best of luck with everything. Stay strong, Elliot. Not just for Olivia, but for you too."

"Thanks," Elliot forced a smile. "Take care of yourself, Dana."

With that Dana left. Elliot watched as Olivia slept peacefully, like an angel. Her right eye was still bruised but the swelling had begun to go down. As did the swelling in her lip. The bruise on her cheek had begun to fade. As Elliot held Olivia's hand in his, he studied the bruising on her wrist. It was deep and heavy. He could tell she struggled hard to get break free.

"I'm so sorry for what he did to you," Elliot whispered as a tear rolled down his eye. "I'll do everything I can to make it all better. I promise."

He raised his hand and ever so gently moved a strand of hair that was covering her face. He watched as she stirred in her sleep. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Olivia eyes met Elliot's stare as he placed his hand on her cheek, stroking her face with his thumb.

"I knew you'd save me," Olivia spoke, her voice raspy and weak, and tears in her eyes.

"I'd go to the ends of the earth for you," he planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too," she told him as she gently squeezed his hand.

They gazed deeply into each others eyes for a moment that seemed to last forever.

"How are you feeling?" Elliot asked her.

"I've seen better days," Olivia answered.

"Don't you worry," he assured her. "We'll get through this. I'll make it all better."

"I know you will," she smiled at him, still gazing into his eyes.

Her grip on Elliot's hand loosened as she slowly lost consciousness again. Elliot reclined in the chair next to her, making himself comfortable. Still holding her hand, he drifted off into a sound sleep for the first time in several days.

The Next Day.

Elliot awoke to find himself still holding Olivia's hand. As he sat up and stretched, a nurse entered the room to check Olivia's vitals.

"Good morning," she greeted Elliot, smiling.

"Morning," he yawned, checking his watch.

It was nearly noon.

"How's Olivia doing?" he asked.

"Her vitals are normal, which is good," replied the nurse. "That means the drugs have worked their way out of her system. She should be fully awake soon."

"That's great," Elliot said, a little relieved.

"Dr. Cavanaugh should be in shortly," she informed Elliot. "Afterward, we'll run a rape kit."

"Okay," he stood up. "Thanks."

He went into the bathroom to freshen himself up a bit before the doctor came in. He washed his face and hands in the sink. Then he ran his hands through his hair. Elliot wished he had a fresh change of clothes, but unfortunately, all his things were at the hotel. He exited the bathroom to see that the doctor hadn't arrived yet. He sat back down next to Olivia and took her hand in his.

Suddenly, Olivia began to stir. She opened her eyes, and looked around, confused. She tried to sit up, but the pain was unbearable. She flinched as she laid back down.

"Liv, are you alright?" Elliot became concerned. "What's wrong?"

She looked down at her hands and saw the bruises on her wrists. She started to tremble and cry.

"Liv," Elliot put his arm around. "It's okay. Take it eas-"

"No!" Olivia cried hysterically, pushing his arm away. "Stop it!"

She backed away from him as she continued to sob and shiver uncontrollably. Elliot realized she was reliving her attack. He stood up and took a step away from the bed.

"Liv, it's me," he told her calmly. "It's Elliot."

"El?" she looked up at him as she began to quiet down.

"Yes," he nodded, moving a step forward.

"Oh, El!," she threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder.

He put his arms around her, cradling her as she wept.

"Is everything okay in here?" Dr. Cavanaugh entered the room.

Elliot nodded as the doctor neared the bed. As soon as Elliot had calmed Olivia, Dr. Cavanaugh introduced himself to her and began doing a routine checkup.

"How are you feeling, Olivia?" asked Dr. Cavanaugh as he shone a small light in each of her eyes.

"I'm in a lot of pain," she answered. "Physically and emotionally."

"You were attacked," the doctor informed her. "Can you tell me what you can remember from the attack?"

She glanced over at Elliot.

"It's okay," he told her, reaching for her hand. "Go ahead,"

"Well," Olivia began. "I don't remember being knocked unconscious, but I remember him pulling me out of the bathroom, throwing me on the bed, and raping me in the motel room. And the next thing I know, I'm waking up here."

Elliot and Dr. Cavanaugh exchanged confused looks.

"What?" Olivia noticed their stares.

"Do you remember anything that happened afterward?" Elliot questioned.

"No," she answered. "Why?"

"Are you sure?" he inquired.

"Yes," Olivia was very confused. "Elliot, what's going on?"

"Elliot, can I see you in the hall for a minute?" Dr. Cavanaugh stood up.

"I'll be back in a minute," Elliot told Olivia.

Elliot followed Dr. Cavanaugh out into the hallway.

"Doc, what's going on?" demanded Elliot, worriedly. "Why can't she remember anything that happened in the last month?"

"You see," Dr. Cavanaugh explained. "During electroconvulsive therapy, a small amount of electric current is passed through the brain causing a mild seizure. Normal side effects include some short term memory loss, which is usually recovered in a matter of days. But in Olivia's case, not only was it improperly administered, but she was hit with a dangerous amount of electrical current, which caused a grand mal seizure."

"So what are you saying?" Elliot pressed on.

"What I'm saying," the doctor continued. "Is that Olivia is suffering from retrograde amnesia. Why her mind chose to go back to just after her first attack, I do not know."

The news slammed into Elliot's mind like a garbage truck.

"Will she ever recover her memories?" Elliot asked.

"Yes," Dr. Cavanaugh answered. "It may take days, weeks, or even months. However, some of the memory loss may be permanent, meaning she'll recover her memory, but there may be some holes."

"Oh, my God!" Elliot said in disbelief.

Olivia was trying to recall the details of her first attack. How could he tell her she'd been abducted and attacked a second time? How could he make her relive the repeated rapes and torture she endured for two days? She would be severely traumatized all over again. Not too mention, he'd have to tell her she'd been in a coma. But by far, the hardest thing he'd have to do would be to tell her that she's possibly pregnant with her rapist's child.

Will Olivia ever get her memory back? And is Elliot the father of Olivia's baby? Or is Granger the father? Stay tuned! More to come soon! Please review! Thanx!