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A week after Noah's birthday, Olivia walked into the precinct late and hoped no one would notice her. She couldn't believe she was still sick. Every night she'd think she was feeling a little better, and then the next day she'd wake up feeling miserable. She was spending half the workday trying to convince herself she wasn't going to throw up and the other half trying to stay awake at her desk. She could admit to herself that she wasn't doing her job very well, but she hoped no one else really noticed. Since she was commanding officer, she didn't have to leave the station very often, so it was easier to hide out and avoid people until she felt better. Unfortunately, she just wasn't feeling better. No one else's flu seemed to last more than a few days, and she was getting worried that maybe she had something more seriously wrong with her, but she hadn't had the nerve to call the doctor yet. She couldn't face bad news right now.

"Sergeant…" Amanda Rollins called out to her and she knew she wouldn't have the chance to escape into her office that morning. "Can you come over and look at these?" She pointed to the crime scene photos spread across the wall. One victim was young, brutally attacked, with blood covering most of her body and the other was middle-aged, but the attack looked similar.

"What are we looking for?" Olivia asked with disgust.

"Anything," Fin answered with frustration. "We've been over the crime scenes a dozen times and nothing stands out. What could have connected these two? Makes me wonder if the crimes are even related."

"Maybe they're not," Olivia suggested. "Could be two different perps?"

"I don't know," Rollins disagreed. "Too many similarities…"

"Hey…I brought breakfast," Nick announced as he walked in and put a bag on the table in front of them. "Breakfast burritos…help yourself." He pulled out a burrito, pulling off the foil wrapper and taking a bite.

Olivia cringed and her stomach rolled at the smell of the food. She wondered how she could be sicker from watching Nick eat a burrito than from staring at pictures of a bloody corpse, but there was no way to predict what would make her sick lately. She put her hand to her mouth and ran to the ladies room as quickly as she could, barely making it in time.

"What's wrong with her?" Nick asked. "Is she still sick?"

"This has been going on too long," Amanda added. "There is no way she has the flu. Something else is going on. She's not doing her job either…we can't keep up on everything without a real leader."

Fin looked toward the ladies room and then back at the other two detectives, "Don't be so hard on her," he said seriously. "You've had your fair share of problems that have affected the job."

"Yeah, and she's on my ass about it all the time," Amanda reminded him. "If she's really sick, then she needs to see a doctor. If it's something else…maybe she's drinking too much or something…"

"She's not a drunk!" Fin defended her quickly. "I'll talk to her," he said softly as he saw her walking slowly from the restroom toward her office. "But you need to stay out of it. She's still your boss whether you like it or not." He walked to her office, opening the door just as she was sitting down at her desk. "Hey…you okay?" he asked.

"You don't knock anymore?" Olivia was obviously annoyed.

"Sorry…" he said as he walked over and sat across from her desk. He could tell she'd been crying. "Are you alright?" he asked again.

"I'm fine Fin," she insisted. "Go back and help Amaro and Rollins with the crime scene photos." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, her face turning an even lighter shade of pale.

"Are you gonna puke again?" he asked seriously, grabbing the trash can and taking it to her.

"No…" she shook her head, exhaling sharply. "I'm okay now…really."

Fin shook his head, "You are not okay," he insisted. "What is going on? Really?"

Olivia started to argue again that she was fine, but she knew it was pointless. She had failed miserably at hiding how sick she was. "I don't know…" she admitted, tears forming in her eyes.

"Are you…" Fin didn't know a tactful way to ask the question. "Are you…maybe…"

"Am I what, Fin?" Olivia asked with irritation.

"Pregnant?" Fin blurted out. "Are you pregnant?"

Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding me," she sighed. "No Fin…I'm not pregnant. I can't believe you'd ask me that."

"Well, you're barfing all the time, falling asleep at your desk, and I watched you eat half an anchovy pizza the other night in one sitting," he reminded her. "Seems to me that all adds up to a new little Benson running around here before long."

"No," Olivia shook her head. "I'm not having a baby. God Fin…do you realize how ridiculous that sounds? Do you know how old I am? Women my age don't accidentally get pregnant…even my doctor said the odds of me ever having a baby were slim to none."

"Lots of women have surprise babies," he argued. "If you've been sexually active, it could happen…you know that." He sighed. "Who have you been seeing? Cassidy?"

"No…just stop it!" Olivia felt the tears stinging her eyes and she couldn't hold them back anymore. "If I've been seeing anyone is none of your damn business…but I can tell you I am not pregnant." She started to cry, unable to stop herself. "I thought I was…months ago, before Brian and I split up…the doctor said it would never happen. I've made peace with that." She sniffled, trying to stop her tears, "Why the hell am I crying?" she asked herself. "Could you just leave, please?" she asked sadly.

"I'm sorry," Fin hadn't meant to upset her so much. He was worried and he wasn't completely convinced that she wasn't pregnant, but he had to respect her feelings. He stood up, walking toward the door, "You need to go to the doctor," he said seriously. "Find out why you're so sick."

"I'm afraid," she admitted. "I'm scared it's something bad…and I don't want to die. I don't want to leave Noah…or lose him because I'm sick." She began to sob even harder and Fin quickly went back to the desk.

"You're going to be okay," he promised. "But you need to know what's going on. If you are sick, it's better to know early on so the doctor can treat it." He reached out and hugged her and she nodded. "You want me to take you?" he asked.

"I'll go by myself," she promised. "This afternoon." She dried her eyes with a tissue and forced a weak smile. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He smiled, "It's okay. Just take care of yourself. And let me know if you need anything." She nodded and he walked out the door. Then she called the doctor to set up an appointment.