"Fourteen months, one week, six days, that's 438 days since we've seen him, 438 days we weren't able to be his mom and dad, 438 days that we missed him laughing, crying, crawling, walking, talking." Sylvie muttered softly as she stared out the window watching the city lights fly by with the blue and red glow from the police lights on the truck as Antonio sped along determined to set a record pace to the hospital. Antonio squeezed her hand and she turned slightly and gave him a small smile. "Try not to think about the time, just that we have him back." He was trying to be supportive but inside he was losing it, he had dreamed about this for so long but had started to give up hope without realizing, as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months it just became harder to hold onto.

"I wonder what he looks like, I've had this image in my head for so long, I don't want to be disappointed if he looks nothing like it." She sighed as she gripped his hand tighter and pulled it toward her chest.

"It doesn't matter what he looks like, it's Elias and he'll be perfect no matter what." He pulled his hand free from her grip and pulled her toward him so he could hug her. He had missed this contact since their separation and would take as much of it as he could get. He swung the truck into the ambulance bay and parked in the law enforcement parking. He took and deep breath and released it slowly, "Are you ready?" Sylvie nodded her head slowly and Antonio threw his door open and jumped out.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Antonio was agitated yelling at no one in particular as he paced back and forth in the waiting room. "Detective set down before you wear a hole in the carpet from all that nervous energy, they'll get you when they're ready." Antonio stopped and stared at Platt for a moment contemplating her words before he silently shook his head and continued.

The door creaked and Antonio shot to it like an arrow arriving before the doctor could step a foot through the threshold. "Elias, where is he? Is he okay? When can we see him?" Antonio unloaded his questions as Sylvie moved in front of him, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waited for the verdict on their son. The doctor threw up his hands, "Whoa, okay first things first, the rapid DNA test shows that you are the biological parents of the child, Elias. Next, he is very healthy, whoever was caring for him, did so very well, there are no signs of malnutrition or abuse of any kind."

"Can we see him?" Sylvie mumbled barely above a whisper, scared she would be turned down and that this was all an evil joke being played on her. "Give us a couple more minutes and we'll take you back to see him." The doctor smiled and disappeared out the door as quickly as he had appeared.

"What the fuck?" Antonio shouted, throwing his hands up in aggravation, "Where the fuck is the team and why can't we see our son?" he yelled at no one in particular as a waiting room full of people stared at them. "Dawson, sit down now!" Platt snapped her fingers and pointed at the seat next to her. He dropped his head and followed her orders, Sylvie following behind him and taking the seat next to him.

Fifty-three minutes had passed since she had found out her son was okay; she had been looking forward to this moment for longer than any parent should ever have to wait but standing outside that room knowing her son was on the other side of the door was almost too overwhelming. Sylvie grabbed Antonio's hand and held onto it for dear life, afraid that if she let go, she would wake up from this dream and her baby boy would still be missing. She had dreamed this before, but it always turned into a nightmare and she would wake up to a gaping hole in her heart where her child should be, and she would die all over again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to steady herself as she stepped through the door behind Antonio.

She broke down and fell to her knees as Antonio grabbed for her and tried to hold her steady as she caught sight of the most beautiful boy she had ever seen, brown hair, brown eyes and the spitting image of Diego at that age. She knew immediately that was her son, there was no denying him. "Antonio, Sylvie, this is Elias but he knows the name Oliver." The woman holding him appeared to be a child protective services worker, she held him up and he looked at them with wide scared eyes. "Oliver, the boy looked up at her, "These nice people are your mommy and daddy. I'm going to hand you to daddy." Antonio stepped forward as the worker placed Elias in his arms.

In an instant Antonio's whole world felt complete like nothing could touch them and nothing bad could ever go wrong again, it was a feeling of peace he hadn't felt in such a long time he wasn't even sure it existed anymore. "Hey buddy, I've missed you." He spoke to his son as he tried fighting back tears he had no hope of actually stopping. The toddler just stared at him unsure of what was happening but made absolutely no sound. Antonio looked at Sylvie and knew she needed to hold him more than anyone else, "I think your mom needs to hold you more than I do."

He pulled Sylvie to him with his free hand and handed Elias off, Sylvie apprehensively took him, still scared it was all a dream. His weight in her arms grounded her in reality and she pulled him to her chest and just breathed in his scent, hoping somehow she could wake and it would be fourteen months earlier and she could ask for help and not lose so much of her sons' life. "I'm never letting you go again." She whispered to Elias as she just held onto him as tight as she could, wanting to savor every single second of this moment.

"Can we take him home tonight?" Antonio wanted to put as much distance between them and the hospital as quickly as they could. The worker confirmed they could indeed take him home but they would have to follow up several times. Antonio and Sylvie agreed not really caring about the stipulations as long as they could have him back with them and their family where he belonged.

"I think there are a couple of other people who are really eager to see you." Antonio teased the toddler as him and Sylvie left the hospital, her clinging to Elias wishing she didn't have to strap him into his carseat. "I want to be selfish with him for a while, I don't want to share him with anyone, just us." She watched Antonio for his reaction to her statement but he just grabbed her hand and squeezed.

The drive home at three in the morning was quiet, a vast change from the hustle of the hospital giving both of them time to process what had happened, in a matter of hours they went from having no clue where their son was for more than a year to having him sound asleep in the back of the truck, emotions had ran high from the moment Kim opened that envelope and read those results and it never let up, it was exhausting and honestly none of them had anymore fight left and he just wanted to get home and fall asleep in his bed with his wife.

Antonio remembered something that he had forgotten during all the excitement and anxiety of the evening and he was so scared to ask, he could feel the lump as he tried forcing himself but he was terrified of the answer. He glanced at Sylvie who was watching the little boy in the back as if he might disappear, "Hey?" he managed to croak out even with a lump threatening to suffocate him. Sylvie let her eyes leave her son for just a second as she glanced at him, noting that he looked nervous or scared, maybe a combination of both she thought to herself, "are you okay?"

The question about his wellbeing threw him for a second and he thought about just dropping the subject and dealing with it later but he couldn't, there was no way he would be able to, he gathered every bit of courage he could muster, "Can I come home now?"