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Olivia glanced at her phone as she walked into the precinct. It had been a week since she'd seen Elliot…a week since he had called or texted her. When he'd walked out of her apartment that morning she'd fully expected him to call and confront her, but he never did and she hadn't had the guts to reach out to him either. She had just finished her first appointment with the perinatologist and he had been so much more positive than her own doctor that for the first time since she'd found out she was pregnant she wasn't completely scared to death. While he agreed that her age did put her and the baby at greater risk, he also shared story after story of older women who had given birth to perfectly healthy babies and that put her mind at ease. He agreed she should have some tests done though and recommended chorianic villus sampling, a procedure where he would remove a small piece of the placenta to test for chromosomal abnormalities. He wanted to perform the procedure when she was in her tenth week, and was insistent that she couldn't drive herself home or lift over fifteen pounds for two days after, so she had very little time to find someone to take her to the appointment and help her with Noah for a few days. She thought about telling Maureen the whole truth, but she didn't feel like that was fair to Elliot. She knew she should just come clean with him, no matter how angry he would be about the genetics test, and honestly she was ready for him to know. It was getting more and more difficult to deal with the pregnancy on her own.
She texted him, Hey, I thought we were going to go on a date once a week? Isn't it date night? thinking that might get a response from him.
She walked to her office, putting the phone on her desk, beginning to sort through the mounds of paperwork she hadn't finished over the last few weeks. No matter how hard she tried to catch up, the constant nausea and dizziness, not to mention the lack of focus due to her nervousness over the pregnancy kept her from finishing anything.
Her phone buzzed, and she smiled knowing Elliot had replied back to her right away. She picked up the phone and sighed, I can't. I'm working late. Nothing more. He didn't want to see her. She had lied to him and he wasn't going to forget it.
She looked up as Fin tapped on the door and motioned for him to come in. "Where the hell were you all morning?" he asked, frustrated.
"I had a doctor's appointment," she answered. "Why? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, "No…not now. But I had to smooth things over with Amaro and Rollins. Nick needed you to observe an interrogation this morning and Amanda said you were supposed to go over her evaluation with her."
"Oh…I forgot," Olivia was angry with herself for messing up. "I'll apologize and I'll go over Amanda's eval right now."
"You need to tell them…about little Baby Benson," he said seriously. "They deserve to know."
"I can't tell them," she argued.
"Why not?" he asked. "You know they'd be supportive. They care about you and they'll be much more understanding when you need to leave for appointments or to throw up or whatever…"
"If I tell them," she said honestly, "Then I'm going to have to disclose this pregnancy to the higher ups. You know what's going to happen then…"
He nodded, "We'll get a new C.O." He sighed, "No one wants that…but you need to take care of yourself and that little baby. Maybe it would be better for everyone, just until after you have the baby."
"That's seven months, Fin," she did her best to hold back her tears. "If I give this up now, they'll never promote me again."
"I doubt that's true," he tried to comfort her. "But even if it is, I know you want to do what is best for this baby. I know that…"
"You can tell them," she said sadly. "I don't want to."
"If I tell them instead of you, then you don't have to disclose…is that what you're thinking?" he asked.
She nodded, "I promise I will after I know everything is okay with the baby."
"Alright," Fin agreed. "I'll tell Amaro and Rollins on the down low." He looked at her and smiled, "How was your appointment?"
She smiled, "Good…I got to see the baby again. Everything still looks perfect and the specialist was really positive about things. He thinks I can carry the baby to term."
"That's great," he hugged her. "I knew this was going to work out. I'm glad to see you smiling about it."
She nodded, "I'm still nervous, but I'm happy." She cleared her throat, "Fin…I have to have a test done…to check the baby for defects. I need someone to drive me. Do you think you could take me? It shouldn't take long and you'd just have to drive me home after…not stay or anything…"
"Of course I can do it," he agreed. "You sure you don't want to ask the baby's father though? You might be more comfortable with him."
She shook her head, "He doesn't want to come…and I don't want to talk about him. Thanks for agreeing to drive me."
"Just let me know the date and time," he said as he walked to the door. He could tell how sad she was mentioning the father of her baby and it broke his heart. He wanted to know who this guy was so he could knock some sense into him.