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"So, are you going to help me?" The woman asked, her eyes pleading, tears rolling down her cheeks, and there was not a single resisting cell in Olivia's body as she answered:

"Yes."

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"Goddamnit!"

Fin slammed the car door shut, threw his pen at the windshield and closed his eyes. Munch next to him closed his side door and sighed deeply.

They had tried. They had tried without success to get Annabel Simons to speak, they had used all their means, begged, persuaded, commanded, threatened, promised, but in vain; the woman had stubbornly refused to answer their questions. According to her psychologist, she had experienced severe trauma, but that didn't explain all of her obmutescence, and the psychologist herself hadn't gotten very far with her.

But the problem was that Annabel was their only lead. She was the latest case that Olivia and Elliot had been investigating, and they had a strong suspicion that the investigation was somehow connected to their disappearance. So, the woman was like a door that refused to open and let them through, and the situation would have frustrated them normally as well.

However, this time it was their friends. Their friends who had been missing for almost two weeks. This time, the fear was growing day by day, the odds of finding them alive and well were getting smaller and smaller, and that fear was starting to drive them to a point where their emotions were starting to get stronger than their reason.

"This isn't going anywhere," Fin finally grunted after a long silence, and without looking at his partner, he knew that Munch was shaking his head.

"I know."

"And that damn Tucker doesn't help at all," he continued with a huff and rubbed his face. "He has no proof of Stabler's guilt, he only has an assumption and refuses to listen to reason."

Munch bit his lip, raised his hand to start the car, then put it back on his knee.

"I don't know, maybe we should focus on proving Elliot's innocence first," he answered quietly, staring ahead. "We would get more help and resources when everyone started chasing the real culprit."

"Yeah, but how?" Fin's voice was bitter. "That man is like a force of nature, unstoppable and unwavering. Cragen has tried his best to convince him that instead of Stabler being the criminal and Olivia his victim, it's more than likely that Elliot is her protector. The doctors said that Annabel had been raped, so…"

They both fell silent. It was something they had been aware of from the beginning, but at the same time it was also something they didn't want to think about. No, now they only had to focus on the most important thing, which was finding their colleagues, and they couldn't let their thoughts get too caught up in side issues.

"We don't know if these two cases are even related," Munch's voice was quiet but determined, and Fin swallowed. "And Elliot's with her."

"I hope."

"Hey, they are Benson and Stabler," Munch chuckled, unnaturally, but it nevertheless lightened Fin's mood a little. "If they get into trouble, it's their destiny to get there together."

Fin snorted and turned to look out the window, but then his partner continued, this time in a more serious voice:

"The only thing I'm worried about is that it's them, you know? How far are they willing to go to protect each other?"

And the knot in Fin's stomach tightened even more.

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The heat wave had turned the previously cool October weather upside down and drops of sweat were running down Olivia's back as the whole group was raking the house's large yard. Today was shower day, which meant that practically everyone got two buckets of water under which they could wash themselves, and according to the guards, "they had to earn their washing water".

As if being like breeding animals wasn't enough.

She wiped her forehead and looked to the left. Elliot was raking the leaves a little further away from her, much more vigorously than was necessary, and despite his sweat and concentrated expression, he seemed to enjoy doing some physical work.

Her mouth felt dry, and she would have liked some water, but it wasn't available right now. Sighing, she improved her grip on the rake and was just about to continue her work when out of the corner of her eye she saw two dark figures begin to approach her.

"Hey you!"

Even though Olivia looked up at the guards approaching her, she could almost feel Elliot's head pop up, and the movement of his rake stopped.

"Me?"

"Yes, you," one of the guards snorted tiredly as they stopped in front of her. "With us, now."

Olivia dropped her rake to the ground. "Why?"

"You have a medical examination."

And that's when she knew what it was all about. The color drained from her face, suddenly her legs felt like jelly, and she had to lean on her rake again to keep her knees from buckling. It had been almost two weeks since she'd been knocked out, and she knew this wasn't just any medical checkup.

It was a pregnancy check.

In the past couple of weeks, not a day had gone by that she hadn't thought about it. Other days she had been sure she wasn't even pregnant, other days fear had taken over her every cell and paralyzed her entire body.

And she still hadn't told Elliot. His course of antibiotics had finished, his stab wound had healed well, and he had been feeling normal for some time. She had tried to tell him, yes, but the words had gotten stuck in her throat at the last moment, and she hadn't been able to form a single sensible sentence. She wasn't sure what was causing it; maybe it was because she didn't want her partner to feel guilty. He had promised her that he would protect her, and even though it wasn't his fault, she knew him well enough to know that he would feel responsible for what had happened. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to add his worry, which a possible child would inevitably add immensely. Or maybe it was because, as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, deep down she was afraid the child wouldn't be Elliot's. She was afraid that maybe Father had changed his mind after looking at her unconscious body and decided to break his own principles.

But whatever the reason, the result was the same: Elliot was still completely unaware of what had happened, and what was possibly about to happen.

"I'm coming with you," her partner's voice behind her made her flinch, and she turned in the direction of the voice. Elliot's body was tense, his gaze determined, menacing, causing the guard to take a step back and raise his weapon. Olivia's heart immediately skipped a beat.

"You haven't been invited, so turn around and head in the direction you came," the guard ordered, but Elliot folded his arms, and his rapidly changing body language made Olivia's heart beat faster. She had to do something before the situation escalated.

"El," she laid a reassuring hand on his arm, and the guard aimed his gun at them. However, Elliot didn't even flinch. "Elliot, please, don't. It's just a medical checkup."

"I'm not going to let you go alone," he growled, his eyes boring into the guard aiming a gun at them, and made Olivia swallow. Then she whispered:

"It's okay."

It was as if the words had caused some enchantment to break around them, because Elliot turned around, this time his gaze was disbelieving as he asked in a strained voice:

"What? You trust them now?"

"They helped you."

"Yeah, but I was sick! It was different!"

Oh, if you only knew…

"Please, Elliot," her voice was pleading as she looked him deep in the eyes. "Please, I don't want you to get hurt."

She didn't say the last part out loud, but from the look in her partner's eyes, she could conclude that the message had gotten through anyway. The determination in his eyes wavered, uncertainty causing his blue eyes to flicker, and he quickly glanced at the guards waiting beside them.

"But…"

"Please, I've got this. I promise."

And finally, hesitantly, but anyway, Elliot's shoulders slumped, Olivia was able to release the breath she'd been holding, and after squeezing his arm, she started walking with the guards towards the house, with leaden steps.

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"Hello, dear, how are you feeling?" The doctor's cheerful voice didn't fit the environment or the circumstances at all as Olivia entered the room, followed by one of the guards. Surprisingly, although the room didn't look like a hospital, it was clearly recognizable as a doctor's office, and she wondered where Father had gotten all that stuff. There was a chair and a bed in the middle of the room, around them various devices and monitors, the shelves were full of various supplies, and against the other end of the room stood a huge cabinet, through the small windows you could distinguish medicine packages and jars.

Olivia took a hesitant step forward, and the doctor's smiling face appeared from behind the computer screen as he waved his hand towards the chair.

I wonder how much they're paying him for this.

Even though her body seemed to resist her own commands, she managed to sit down in the chair anyway, and the doctor rolled his chair next to her.

"Hi, I think we haven't met face to face like this before," he smiled, a small flicker of sympathy lingering on his face. Olivia snorted.

"Thanks to you guys."

However, the doctor didn't answer, just put a strap around her arm, tightened it, then grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards him.

"I'm going to take a small blood test from you, so we can find out if the fertilization was successful," he stated as if the situation was everyday, and anger flared up inside Olivia, momentarily displacing her fear.

"What the hell are you even doing?!" She snapped as the doctor took out a needle and tube. "You're a doctor, don't you have any morals at all?! You talk about us as if we are some farm animals that have no value other than to produce offspring!"

"My morality is none of your business."

The needle pierced the skin, fear gripped Olivia's stomach, but the doctor was quick, and soon her arm was decorated with a plaster. The doctor inserted the tube full of blood into the machine next to him, turned it on, then crossed his arms and turned to look her straight in the eye.

"You have been chosen to perform an important task. You should be grateful that you have been given another chance."

For heaven's sake…

"Seriously?! You too?!" She groaned. The doctor nodded.

"This is something big."

"Yeah, big bucks for you," she grunted, but before the doctor could answer, the machine next to them beeped, and he turned to it. Rage was still swirling inside Olivia, suddenly the fear was gone, replaced by a huge, burning desire to scream, argue, fight, do anything that would make these people realize that what they were doing was inhumane and the greatest cruelty imaginable.

"Okay, your result is ready," he announced, but it only made her squint and grit her teeth.

"Well, sorry for you, but you didn't get the big money this time."

"It's positive."

It was as if all the feelings and thoughts inside Olivia had disappeared in a second. Her mind went completely blank, her strength drained from her body, time stopped, the air around her stopped moving and disappeared. She could only stare at the man standing in front of her; his eyes had brightened, and he was smiling happily at her.

"W-w-what?"

"Congratulations, ma'am! You're having a baby."