Author's Note: I know it's been forever since I've written an update. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to this. I hope I still have readers.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. I only borrow them. Please don't sue me, because thanks to my fabulous job, I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

Olivia's Dark Nights

Chapter 21

Three weeks had passed since Olivia's conversation with Melinda. She had not yet told anyone, including Elliot, about her pregnancy. She had cut off her contact with the outside world. She was no longer attending her therapy sessions, or seeing her nutritionist. She hadn't seen her OBGYN. She hadn't seen or spoken to anyone in weeks.

Every member of the SVU squad had personally come to her apartment to check on her, but she refused to open the door. Olivia just didn't care anymore. She wanted to be left alone. She went as far as to disconnect her home phone, and had her internet service shut off. She wanted nothing to do with anyone.

She had spent most of the past three weeks in her bed. She took an occasional shower, and put clean pajamas on, and got right back into bed. Her curtains in her bedroom remained tightly shut. She didn't care to see the light of day.

She tried to convince herself that everything would work out. She tried to tell herself that she'd have a DNA test to prove that Elliot was the baby's father. However, she couldn't even convince herself of the lies.

This was her fault. She whored herself out to these strange men, drank tremendous amounts of alcohol, and barely remembered doing any of it.

The events of the past few weeks replayed in her mind over and over.

There was no way to change any of it. She couldn't take it back, and make it okay. Now, she had dragged Elliot into this mess.

She had written a note to the SVU squad, apologizing to them for putting them through this hell.

She laid in her bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, gathering her courage.

She took 8 Ambien sleeping pills, washed down with a tumbler of vodka.

Within minutes, she could feel the drugs working their way into her bloodstream.

Just before losing consciousness, she dialed 911, and placed the phone down.

She felt confident that she had done the right thing. Olivia was at peace as she drifted into the final darkness.

Melinda got the call at the medical examiners office to collect the body. She didn't want to believe it was true until seeing the scene for herself. Even though she herself was questioning the ethics behind her actions, she performed a chorionic villus sampling test on Olivia's unborn baby. She had access to Elliot's DNA through his police medical record. The pregnancy was about 11 weeks along. The baby was not Elliot's. Melinda wondered if Olivia had known all along.

The day of Olivia's funeral was the blackest day the squad had ever faced. There were many tears, and many unanswered questions.

Being that Olivia had no immediate family, Elliot, with the assistance of the squad, planned the funeral.

It was a small service, held at a church about a block away from the house. Olivia had been raised Catholic, even though she was no longer practicing. Elliot thought it was only right that she have a funeral mass.

She was buried in a small cemetery in Queens, in a quiet spot away from the road. The squad contributed for a grave marker with her name, birthday, and date of death.

Elliot had suspected in the last few weeks that something like this was coming. It seemed like there was no helping Olivia anymore. She continued to spiral downward, until hitting rock bottom.

He prayed that her soul was at peace. There was little else that he, or anyone else could do.

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the huge delay. I wanted to thank everyone for reading, and for the reviews.