I am kind of over writing 'Elliot left and then came back' stories and wanted to write something completely different. Well, different it is!
The setting of this story is in season 5, so think season 5 hair and a married Elliot.
This is a short introductory chapter to give you an idea. I hope you'll enjoy it!

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1. Positive

Olivia purses her lips and closes her eyes for a moment. As soon as she opens them, she looks down at the white stick in her hand again. And then at the other one that's on the bed next to her. Two different tests. Both positive. They can't both be wrong. Her free hand moves to her abdomen. Is there really a new life growing in there? Could it really be?

She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. She hadn't planned to get pregnant during that ten day vacation she took, that's for sure. But very slowly, the initial shock is giving way to a different feeling. It's almost as if she can already feel that new life moving inside her, because she's feeling tiny bubbles in her stomach. She realizes they're happy bubbles and slowly the corners of her mouth tug upward. She's pregnant. She's pregnant! She is going to be a mother. No matter how unexpected or even inconvenient, at the end of the day it's happiness that overrides all the ifs and buts of her situation.

She's single, working all hours in a dangerous job but she can't help it that she feels happier now than she's ever felt in her entire life. She knows she'll be a good mother, she just knows it.

Olivia stays inside all Saturday and she feels like she's in a cocoon, a world of her own where only she and her baby exist. Her baby. She is going to have a baby! She can't really fathom it completely yet but she knows it's all she ever wanted. A child that she can call her own. Another human being that's a part of her. Her own flesh and blood. A family of two is a real family too. This will be her chance to prove that, maybe to herself more than anyone. It could have worked with just her and her mother, if only her mother had been able to love her.

Olivia knows this is different. She wasn't raped. She had a fling on vacation that lasted a full week. It was consensual and superficial. They had both enjoyed not being alone and had parted amicably, not expecting to see each other ever again.

She thinks she should tell him about the baby but she is hesitant about it. They did exchange phone numbers but there had been a silent agreement between them that it was just a fling and they wouldn't call.

She doesn't sleep well that night and when Sunday comes around, she is becoming a little restless. She's actually relieved when she gets a phone call from her partner at eleven, telling her they have a case. She's never happy that another rape has been committed, but it's what they investigate and it will distract her a little from her own thoughts. She had enjoyed her cocoon but she needs some air. She takes a deep breath when she steps out of her building. Her partner is already waiting for her in the car and she pastes a smile on her face.

"Hey," she greets him as she gets into the car.

"Morning," Elliot responds.

He puts the car into gear and starts steering them to their crime scene.

"How was your weekend so far?" Elliot inquires.

"Oh fine," Olivia says as dismissively as she can manage, but her partner is very perceptive when it comes to her.

"Let me guess. You weren't alone?"

Olivia frowns and looks at her partner's profile.

"What makes you say that?"

"So I'm right?" he prods.

"For what it's worth, you're wrong. I was alone."

"Okay."

Olivia huffs. That man and his assumptions. She puts a hand over her stomach and looks out of the passenger window. She isn't completely alone, she thinks. She is carrying a baby. She can't be more than six weeks along so it's just a tiny speck for now, but she's been doing some reading. The baby's heart starts beating in week six. She knows she should go and see an OB/GYN soon. Maybe she could already hear the baby's heartbeat!

"Liv?"

Olivia looks back at her partner and blinks when she can see in his eyes that he's just asked her something.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Elliot lets out an annoyed sigh and parks the car.

"Nothing. Never mind."

He gets out and she follows him quickly. They walk up to the door of an apartment building, where an officer is waiting for them.

"You're SVU? Apartment 2C."

"Thanks," Olivia mumbles, hurrying to keep up with her partner.

She feels a little queasy but she isn't going to let him know that. She just needs to focus on the job. They walk into the apartment of Elise, their rape victim, and Olivia is taken aback when she sees a lot of blood spatters. She hadn't expected that. A trembling victim wrapped in a blanket, yes. But where did all the blood come from? Her stomach flips but she focuses on the young woman on the couch while Elliot checks out the blood and the rest of the apartment.

"Are you injured?" Olivia asks the young woman kindly. "I'm Olivia. Can you tell me if you're bleeding?"

The young woman shakes her head almost imperceptibly.

"Did you injure your attacker Elise?"

"He … he had a bloody nose," Elise tells her quietly.

Olivia glances at all the blood spatters again but her stomach continues to act up and she looks away quickly.

"Seems like a lot of blood for a bloody nose," she muses, searching Elise's face for clues as to what had really happened.

"It happens. My brother had bloody noses all the time when we were kids. It's a … It's a disorder in the blood."

Olivia thinks Elise is awfully defensive but she can't concentrate. She knows she's going to get sick and she can't throw up at a crime scene. She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the girl again. She can't be much older than twenty.

"If you defended yourself and injured your attacker, that's perfectly alright," she assures Elise. "In fact, it will help us find him."

Olivia looks at the blood again and clutches her abdomen. Elliot has finished his round of the apartment for now and there is concern in his eyes when he walks up to her and Elise.

"You okay?" he mumbles softly.

Olivia wants to nod but the nausea is becoming too much and she jumps up and bolts for the door.

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