If SVU Were A Soap…
Elliot couldn't believe his ears. All this time, after I reconciled with her, worked overtime to pay for the baby items, gave up additional overtime to shop for those things with her, lived up to every promise I'd made--
Kathy's trembling words broke into his stunned thoughts. "I--I'm sorry, Elliot. I never meant--I didn't think--"
"No, Kathy, you didn't think!" Elliot blasted, tears brimming his enraged eyes. "You didn't think that you'd get into a car crash, you didn't think the baby would develop jaundice, and you didn't think that I wouldn't be able to donate blood to 'my' son because our types are incompatible!" He paused, heaving with rage. "What'd you do, just figured he was gonna be a Type O like you?!"
Her face now tear-streaked, Kathy managed: "He-he said…his mother was an O…"
"Oh, great, you two planned the cover-up!" Elliot exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "So, who is he, huh? Someone at your job?!"
"No, yours."
No--no! It can't be! It can't be!!
But when Stabler turned around, he saw the unmistakable grim face of Sergeant Edward Tucker of Internal Affairs.