Thanks for all the reviews. I am glad there are so many people who are still interested in this and want more. I was going to wait until I had at least 2 chapters to post, but since I am sitting here under a tornado watch, watching the weather get a little freaky outside, I decided to go ahead and update with this one. I hope you enjoy it. There are a few more chapters to come. My goal is still to be done by tomorrow, but it might be Tuesday or Wednesday if I don't pick up my writing speed. Thanks again for reading and reviewing.

The loud crash from the living room let her know the first responders had succeeded in getting into the apartment. "Elliot…" she said again, with one last hope that he'd open his eyes and look at her, but he didn't. She could hear footsteps in the hall, "We're in here…" she called out, knowing they would find them and praying the nightmare would come to an end.

"Ma'am…" she stared at the heavy black shoes and blue pants that were in front of her, and Olivia looked up at the paramedic, noticing he couldn't have been more than twenty. She was old enough to be his mother, and she wasn't sure why her mind was thinking about something as menial as that when her husband was collapsed on the floor and she was in labor. "Ma'am…we had to break your locks to get in. Can you tell me what's going on?"

A couple of uniformed officers came into the room and she wondered if she knew any of them, realizing she probably didn't, but embarrassed by the thought of rookies watching her while she was in labor, "My water broke…" she cried. "My doctor said it could be dangerous because I have too much amniotic fluid…" She groaned as another contraction hit with full force and she tried to breathe through it. Her arms and legs ached from supporting her weight on her hands and knees. The paramedic tried to take her hand, but she grabbed it away and pointed at Elliot, trying to get the young man to turn his attention to him, "Help…my…husband…" she sputtered as she gasped through the contraction.

A second paramedic came into the room, placing a bag on the floor and staring at them, "What's going on?" she asked her partner who had turned his attention to Elliot.

"She's in labor…her water broke," the first paramedic responded. "And he's out cold…not sure what's going on with him yet…" He grabbed a portable oxygen tank from the bag and put the oxygen mask on Elliot, and began to take his pulse.

Olivia exhaled slowly, trying to recover from the latest contraction. "My husband…he has a brain injury. He was trying to help me, but he blacked out. He said his head hurt and he was confused. Help him!"

"Ma'am…we're going to help both of you," the woman knelt down next to her. "We need another ambulance," she told one of the officers who quickly called for one, while her partner took Elliot's vitals. Then she turned to Olivia, "How long have you been in labor?"

Olivia shook her head, "I don't know. It started last night I think…but just got really bad a while ago." She cried, "How's Elliot? I'm afraid he had a stroke or something…"

"My partner is taking good care of him…of Elliot," the woman assured her. "Let's focus on you now. Can you tell me your name?"

Olivia recognized the tactics this woman was resorting to in order to try to calm her down. She'd done it herself a million times, but she didn't appreciate being talked to like a five year old. "Olivia…Sergeant Olivia Benson of Manhattan's SVU," she sputtered.

The woman's eyes widened, "Okay Sergeant…you know how this works right? We can't take both of you to the hospital in the same ambulance. Now…the dispatcher said you have polyhydramnios…so there is some concern about the umbilical cord prolapsing. We need to get you to the hospital, and the second ambulance can take your husband."

"No!" Olivia argued. "I want him with me…please…" she begged.

"We'll get him there," the woman promised. "The officers will stay with him until the next ambulance arrives. We need to get you on the stretcher and check on the baby…"

"I don't want to leave him…" she cried as the next contraction hit and the paramedic squeezed her hand and helped her breathe through it. As much as she hated to depend on anyone, she had to admit it was easier not going through the contractions alone.

"You're doing great…" the woman smiled and tried to put her at ease. When Olivia could focus on her again the woman helped her lay on the stretcher. "How far along are you?" she asked.

"Thirty-six weeks…tomorrow," Olivia struggled to speak. "What about her cord? Is she getting enough oxygen?"

The paramedic lifted Olivia's shirt and pressed the cold stethoscope against her skin, listening for the baby's heartbeat, "We're gonna get you to the hospital," her face was solemn.

"Is she okay?" Olivia asked again, knowing the woman wasn't telling her everything. "Is she…" she couldn't finish the thought. All she could do was cry.

"Her heartbeat is faint, but that could just be her position," the woman said gently. "You shouldn't worry. It just means we need to get you to the hospital quickly." She motioned for her partner to help her and as they pushed the stretcher through the door, Olivia could see Elliot still huddled on the floor with the uniformed officers hovering around him, and she wondered if he was going to see their daughter come into the world.

"El…" she cried.

"Is that your baby's name?" the younger paramedic asked as he wheeled the stretcher down the hall. "She's gonna be okay…I know she is…"

Olivia looked at him and nodded, knowing he'd just given her the only possible name for her daughter, "Yeah…Ella…my little El," she cried. "That's her name." Then she put her hands over her face and sobbed.

She could barely remember what had happened in the ambulance. The female paramedic had stayed in the back with her, coaching her through her contractions and checking on the baby. She assured her she could hear the baby's heartbeat more clearly now, which she contributed to the baby moving to a more convenient position. It was a whirlwind of sights and sounds as they wheeled her into the emergency room and she was quickly stripped of her soaking wet pajamas and redressed in a starched hospital gown. No one seemed to be talking to her, but then again everyone was talking, shouting out orders and every once in a while she'd think they were talking to her, but before she could answer she'd have another contraction and a random nurse would try to help her through it, and then someone else would be talking about moving her to labor and delivery or performing a c-section, and no one seemed to care what she wanted. She wished she wasn't all alone there, that there was somebody who could tell her what was going on, someone to stand up for what she wanted, and then she'd think about Elliot and wonder if he was there, and who was taking care of him.

"Olivia…" the voice startled her, and she looked up to see Fin walk in the room, and burst into tears knowing she was no longer alone. "Hey…" he took her hand and brushed her hair back from her face, "You're okay…everything's okay…"

She shook her head, "No it's not…Elliot…where is he?"

"He's here…" Fin squeezed her hand. "He's alright. The doctor thinks he had a small seizure, probably from the stress of everything. He's still unconscious…but they think he'll wake up soon and his vitals are all good. They think he'll be fine."

"He's gonna miss it," she cried. "He's not going to see Ella…"

"Ella?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah…our baby girl," Olivia sniffled. "That's her name. I just picked it."

"It's perfect," he watched as she closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the pain of the next contraction. "Okay…it's been a while since I've done this…" he let her squeeze his hand and he helped her form short, steady breaths. "Hang in there…you're doing fine."

"How's my baby?" Olivia asked, as she came out of the contraction and leaned back against the pillow. "They won't tell me anything."

"I just talked to a nurse," Fin told her. "She said the baby's fine…the cord is in position so when your water broke no damage was done. They're gonna take you up to labor and delivery in a few minutes." He rubbed her shoulder, "They didn't tell you?"

She shook her head, "There were so many people," she sighed. "I didn't know what was happening." She looked at him, "What are you doing here? How did you know?"

"One of the unis at your apartment," he answered. "Called and said our sergeant was in labor and her husband was unconscious and wanted to know if we knew how to reach your next of kin." He smiled, "I figured that was probably me."

"Thanks," she forced a weak smile.

"I called Maureen," he told her. "They were already in Queens, but they're on their way. Nick and Amanda are out on a case, but I texted them and they'll get over here when they can. I called Cragen…he's probably in the waiting room by now," he smiled. "Anyone I missed?"

She shook her head, "No…and thanks. Can you check on Elliot again? I want to know when he wakes up."

"Sure," he squeezed her shoulder, just as the doctor walked in and he left her alone to talk with her.

"How are you feeling, Olivia?" the woman asked gently. As much as Olivia had disliked her OB in the beginning of her pregnancy when she'd tried to convince her not to have the baby, she had known the perinatologist wouldn't deliver her daughter and at least the OB was someone she knew. It was comforting to see a familiar face.

"I feel like I'm having a baby," Olivia sputtered sarcastically. "So basically I feel like hell."

"The doctor who saw you when you were admitted said the baby is in good position for a vaginal delivery," she said softly. "Is that still the route you'd like to go?"

Olivia nodded, "I don't want a C-section…unless I have to. I need a shorter recovery time with a baby and a toddler….damn…" she scrunched up her face and tried to control the pain of her next contraction.

"Breathe Olivia," the doctor said softly. "Exhale…short and steady….good…"

"How much longer?" Olivia asked, as the contraction let up. "How much longer until she's here?"

The doctor did a quick exam and looked at the contraction monitor as well as the readout from the baby's heart monitor. "Things look good," she smiled. "Better than I would have expected. A few more hours probably…"

"What?" Olivia gasped. "A few hours? I don't know if I can do this."

"Sure you can," the doctor smiled. "She'll be here before you know it." She wrote some things on Olivia's chart and looked at her, "I'm going to have them take you up to labor and delivery. You'll be more comfortable there and you can have family in there with you if you want." She smiled, "We got lucky with her umbilical cord…if the amniotic fluid had pushed it out, you'd have had a C-section immediately. I'm glad you get to experience having her naturally. I know how much you want this, Olivia."

"I wish my husband was here," she admitted sadly. "He's not going to see Ella when she's first born. He's gonna miss her first cry."

"Maybe he'll wake up in time," Fin said, walking back into the room. "I just talked to the nurse who is taking care of him, and she said if he's responding well when he wakes up, they'll wheel him up to see you. Until then…I'd be honored to help bring little Ella into the world…if you'll have me."

"She's gonna love her Uncle Fin," Olivia smiled.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Uncle Fin has a nice ring to it," he winked at her.

"Okay…I can't take any more of this mushiness," Olivia teased.

Fin laughed, "Okay…next contraction…just start cussing at me like a drunken sailor…that'll make you feel better…"

"Deal," Olivia sighed, "Fin…thanks…for everything."

He took her hand and held it tight, "No problem…let's just get Ella here safe and sound."