A blood test confirmed what Dr. Isles had already told them. Olivia Benson was pregnant.

"Since this pregnancy is high risk, I would like to do an ultrasound on the eighth week and then do the combined screening four weeks after that."

Olivia put the dates in her calendar.

"We should also consider chorionic villus sampling."

Olivia twisted her face. "What's that?"

"It's a test to see if your baby has any genetic abnormalities."

She offered Olivia a pamphlet on genetic counseling, which she would undergo before the test.

So much information. She had gone alone since she didn't want Alex and Casey to miss work to come with her.

Olivia stuffed the pamphlet in her pocket as she left the office.

Before the detective could get back to the precinct, they caught a new case. Their victim had been found unconscious in an alley. She was at Mercy. "I'm on my way."

It wasn't far from her doctor's office to the hospital. Unfortunately, once Olivia got inside … the strong stench of cleaning supplies made her queasy.

I bet I'm a brilliant shade of green.

"LIv!" Elliot's booming voice was almost enough to make the normally energetic detective fall over.

She turned around. "What's going on El?"

"Our victim's name is Melanie Powers. She's 34 years old and was found with a nasty bump on the back of her head and her clothes in disarray."

A baker's assistant had been sent to take out the trash when he found her in the alley.

"I thought she was dead, but then my boss checked her pulse and she was still breathing."

"Have the results from her rape kit come back yet?"

He shook his head. "Still waiting." Back at the precinct, Munch was checking for any open cases with the same M.O. It was possible this was a serial case.

The doctor warned the officers that her patient was very agitated. "She kept asking when she could go back to work." They thought she was concussed and should take a week off. She did not want to hear that.

"Here goes nothing."

An irritated victim folded her arms as soon as the doctor reentered the room.

"Two detectives are here to interview you."

"Whatever?" It's not like they'll let me leave this stupid place.

"Melanie, is it alright if we ask you some questions?"

She rolled her eyes. "I can't go anywhere so you might as well."

"Can you go through your day yesterday?"

"Let me see … I went to work at 8AM, where I had client meetings at 10AM, 1PM, and 3:30PM. I left work at about six to go to my yoga class." Her therapist told her it should help her "relax" more, like that was going to happen.

"I got out of my class at 7:30, and I had dinner at the Salad Shop, like I often do after my class…." She tried to remember, "I got a phone call from a client. I was having reception trouble, so I started walking North, hoping to get better signal … and that's all I remember."

Her cellphone had been smashed, but TARU was extracting the data.

"Do you remember with whom you spoke?"

"Singer … Henry Singer."

They asked her about her personal history, any angry exes or colleagues who paid her undue attention.

"No," she said sharply. "I don't have time for dating, and my colleagues aren't dumb enough to think I'd ever be interested."

"Have you had any conflicts at work? Any jealous colleagues perhaps?"

She shrugged. "I just got promoted instead of Adam Fischer, but I can't see him doing anything like this. He's too gamma."

Olivia didn't know what she meant by that. She wasn't one for "personality types."

"Do you have any family in the area or any friends who can stay with you?"

She shook her head. "My family is all in Connecticut."

Olivia was concerned that she might be attacked again. "Would you be able to take any time off work? It might be best if you go home for a little while."

Melanie refused. "I won't run. I'm not a coward."

Her building was secure access, which at least was something.

"Let's get those security tapes, maybe the guy's been by her building."

The doctor wouldn't sign her out without someone to watch her for concussion symptoms. Melanie didn't want anyone at work to come to the hospital and see her like this.

"I'm going to see if I can get a uniform to sign you out."

"Thanks."

Elliot thought that she might be holding back something. "Did she seem a little off to you?"

"Most victims aren't quite peachy when they meet us."

He glared. "I meant she seemed irritated and not with her attack but with everything else."

Olivia didn't think it was that odd. "She's just deflecting. When she runs out of steam, it will all come tumbling down." The detective had seen it too many times before.

By the time Olivia got home, it was late and she was tired. This pregnancy is kicking my ass. The fatigue got her more than the morning sickness. She just felt slow.

She opened the apartment door and luckily, the apartment had no pungent smells.

"I wasn't sure what you would be able to eat," Alex confessed when she saw the brunette.

Normally, she'd just make a stew or a roast a lot of meat, but she didn't want Olivia to feel ill as soon as she stepped into the apartment.

"What are the options?"

"I can make a grilled cheese, pasta, roasted veggies, pan seared chicken."

"How about chicken and pasta?"

"You got it."

While Alex went to get the food ready, Olivia went into the bedroom to change out of her work clothes. When she got there, she saw Casey going through old photographs.

"You were so cute," Olivia said as she peered over Casey's shoulder. "What went wrong?"

Casey shoved her. "You asshole!"

"You know I'm teasing. You get more gorgeous every day."

"I just … miss my mom sometimes." Casey's mom was the only one still alive, but she didn't think her mother would want anything to do with their family. She just wished she could share this with her.

"Maybe you should try writing her a letter. I bet she misses you too."

Casey leaned against her lover's neck. "Can we just sit here for now?"

"You got it."