It had been three long days since four year old Haley Tibbits was reported missing, and the whole squad had devoted all their time to finding her. As commanding officer, Olivia had responsibilities and hadn't even had the chance to go home. She was living at the station full time and luckily Maureen had been willing to stay at her apartment with Noah. But she missed her son terribly and the case was taking its toll on her, both physically and emotionally. She hadn't slept in days and her head was pounding. She really needed to go home and take a shower and change clothes. She'd discovered on the second day into the case that the extra clothes she kept at the station didn't actually fit anymore.

She walked to the vending machine, depositing quarters into the coin slot and selecting peanut butter crackers. She was starving, and the random take-out they'd been eating in between leads wasn't cutting it. She hadn't eaten in hours. She opened the crackers, shoving one in her mouth and trying to swallow it when she saw Nick coming toward her.

"Hey, we have a lead," he said quickly. "A call came in…person said they saw a girl matching Haley's description with an older man, going into an abandoned house."

"We should get over there," she agreed, rubbing her temples, trying to relieve the headache which was getting persistently worse.

"Rollins, Fin, and I can handle it," Nick said gently. "I think you should get some rest. You don't look good. When did you sleep last?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, but when she took a step toward him, the room began to spin around her. She could hear him saying her name, but everything went black.

When she woke up, she was laying on a bed in the cribs, and the room was dark around her. She barely remembered talking with Nick before she passed out, but she sat up and noticed Fin in the room with her. "What happened?" she asked groggily. "Did you find Haley?"

He came over and sat beside her, "Amanda and Nick went to the house. They just called…they think the girl is there and they're putting on vests and going in."

"You should be with them," she sighed.

"Someone had to stay with you," he insisted.

"I'm fine," she promised. "I was just tired and hungry…"

"You're pregnant," he reminded her. "And you've been on duty for three days straight. It's against the rules, and you know it. Everyone else took their rest time. You didn't."

"I had too much to do," she insisted. "I want to find this little girl."

"We all want to find her," he argued. "But you can't keep this up."

"I'm going to ask for light duty," she said sadly. "As soon as we find Haley. I promise…"

"Good…because we had to report it when you fainted," he told her. "So they already know. I'm sorry…but you know we didn't have a choice."

She put her head in her hands and took a deep breath, "I guess I'm not in charge anymore then?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But for now, you need to get some sleep. You can't drive home until you've slept a while. So go back to sleep and when you wake up, things will look better."

She leaned back on the bed, wishing she had to energy to argue with him, but she didn't. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

It was hours later when she woke up again, this time she was alone in the room. She stood up and opened the door, relieved that the everyday hustle and bustle had continued on despite the fact that she hadn't been able to oversee it. She walked into the squad room, and Amanda smiled at her, "We got Haley," she said quickly. "She wasn't hurt. She's with her parents."

"What about the guy who took her?" Olivia asked.

"An old homeless guy," Amanda said sadly. "He's in lockup. I don't know that he even knows what he did."

"Do you need me for anything?" Olivia asked.

Amanda shook her head, "We've got it under control. You should go home."

Olivia nodded, and she couldn't shake the feeling that after sixteen years she wasn't really a part of the SVU anymore. They didn't need her…and while she knew she should feel sad about it, right now she was just numb. "I'm gonna go home then," she sighed, walking into her office.

She quickly checked her email, rolling her eyes when she saw a notification that she had to meet to discuss her position as commanding officer. She should have reported her pregnancy sooner, before it fell on the hands of her fellow officers to do it for her. She quickly emailed back, requesting light duty and agreeing to meet on Monday morning. Then she picked her phone up off her desk and looked at it…a picture text from Maureen of Noah and Kate playing, two missed calls from Elliot, and three voicemails from her doctor's office. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that, remembering that they had promised the results of her test within a week. The week was up tomorrow. She listened to her voicemail, and she couldn't help but worry when they'd left three messages asking her to call the genetic counselor. She wouldn't have to talk to the genetic counselor is everything was fine.

She looked at her watch, relieved that it was only 3:00. She should be able to reach someone before the office closed. She took a deep breath, and nervously dialed the number…waiting another ten minutes when the receptionist connected her to the genetic counselor. "This is Olivia Benson," she said nervously. "You left some messages for me to call about my CVS results?

"Yes, Ms. Benson," the woman's voice was calm and clear, and Olivia wished she could tell if something was wrong just by the woman's voice, but she couldn't. "I think it would be best for you to make an appointment and come in, so we can talk."

"No," Olivia insisted. "I need the results…now. Just tell me. The doctor said you would tell me over the phone. I want to know."

"Ms. Benson," the woman's voice softened in a way that let Olivia know she didn't have good news and her heart ached. "It might be better for you to come in…I can see you tomorrow morning."

"Just tell me what's wrong with my baby," Olivia pleaded. "Please...just tell me..."