A/N: Here is another story I have thought of but the length of it will depend on reviews. Please read and review if you want to read the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Maybe I should ask for it for my birthday...but I doubt I'd get it, so anything you recognize I do not own.

Detective Second Grade Olivia Benson walked in to the squad room, the morning after having a minor argument with her boyfriend/partner, Detective First Grade Elliot Stabler. The squad room seemed usually quiet for 7:18am.

She looked over at the desk opposite her own, expecting to see Elliot sitting there but she was shocked to see it completely bare. No paperwork, no files and no photos.

"Munch, where's Elliot?" She asked the older man as she put her coat on the rack.

John shrugged his shoulders and looked at the female detective sympathically.

"I'm not sure, Liv, but Cragen wanted to see you as soon as you arrived," he explained.

Just then the Captain's office door opened and the older, balding man appeared in the now open doorway.

"Liv, my office," he called out, just loud enough for the brunette to hear.

Olivia nodded and placed her purse in the bottom right hand drawer of her desk before heading in to Cragen's office.

Don seemed sympathic as he closed the door behind one of his best detectives. "Take a seat, Liv," he said as he walked over to his desk.

Olivia shook her head and leaned on the back of one of the chairs. "I'd rather stand...Where the hell is Stabler?"

Cragen sighed and sat on the edge of his desk, looking at the brown haired woman. "He was promoted to lieutenant and transferred to Queens SVU.

As for you, Olivia, you have been promoted to detective first grade and will be getting a new partner."

"Why couldn't Elliot be lieutenant here?" She asked her commanding officer, none too happy.

Cragen rubbed his stiff, sore neck and looked in to the woman's beautiful cocoa orbs. "They needed a lieutenant there, Liv. I'm sorry."

Olivia nodded and stood up straighter. "I got to get to work," she muttered and let herself out of the Captain's office, heading toward her disorganized desk. "Fin, you want to come interview a witness with me, in Brooklyn?"

"Sure, baby girl," he replied softly as he stood up from his desk.

As they walked to the elevator, Fin put a caring hand on the small of her back. "I heard about Elliot transferring, baby. I'm sorry."

Olivia shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to speak about it.

They stepped in to the elevator and watched the silver doors slide close. "Congratulations on the promotion though, Liv."

Olivia smiled. "Thanks."

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Elliot walked in to Queens SVU for his first day, with a cardboard box in his arms, containing his belongings. A photo of he and Olivia sitting right on top. It was one of his favourites photos and he remembered the day it was taken, as if it was yesterday. It was a professionally taken shot.

Olivia was dressed in a satin emerald green strapless dress with white high heels and her hair was nicely and loosely curled. Elliot was in a black tux with a white shirt, emerald green tie and shiny black shoes.

The couple were standing in front of a water fall. Olivia was standing in front of Elliot with his arms wrapped around her slender waist and his head was just above her shoulders. They were so happy.

"Elliot Stabler?" Captain Fred Walcot asked as he walked in the busy squad room.

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you," he greeted his new commanding officer before putting his box on the empty desk.

"Likewise. Heard amazing things aboout you, Stabler. Welcome," he said and extended a hand, which Elliot shook.

Elliot set up his new desk, not very happy about the view that he'd be seeing across from him, day in and day out. It was a younger sort of version of himself as a second grade detective. Stubborn and hot-headed, except Marcus Eden was born and raised in New Zealand but moved to New York with his wife and four year old son, Zac, who was twelve now.

"Hello Stabler. Welcome."

Elliot looked up from the photo of him and Olivia and placed it on his desk before looking at his new partner. "Hi."

"The name's Marcus Eden. Call me Marc," he introduced himself and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Marc. Call me Elliot."

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Elliot was sitting at his new desk across from his new partner in his new squad room. He was just sitting there, staring at the photo of he and Olivia. He missed her so much. It'd been eight weeks since he had seen or heard from her and he was regreting the fact that he never told her that he was being transferred and the fact that he didn't made any contact.

He picked up his desk phone and called Olivia's. It rang four times before it was picked up. Except it wasn't Olivia who answered it. It was Fin.

"SVU, Detective Benson's phone," he answered professionally.

"Hey Fin, it's Elliot. Where's Olivia?"

"Oh hey man, it's good to hear from ya. Olivia's...ah...out on a case." He didn't want to tell him that Olivia had been over working herself and that she was ten weeks pregnant.

"What's wrong? Is Liv alright?" Elliot asked, concerned. He'd picked up on the anxiety in the other man's voice.

"She's fine, Elliot. She's just a busy bee, breaking in her new partner."

"What's her partner's name?"

"Sarah Carmichael. Thirty-five year old blonde haired blue eyed fiesty detective," Fin answered.

"I got to go, Fin. Can I tell her I called?"

"Sure. Have a good one," the street smart detective hung up the desk phone and turned around to see the brunette and her partner walk in. Olivia looked exhausted and the morning sickness wasn't helping her case.

"Liv, Elliot just called," he informed her as he sat back down at his desk.

"Thanks," Olivia mumbled and went to sit down before deciding at the last second to head up to the crib.

"You gonna call him?"

Olivia just shook her head and ascended up the stairs.

"You gotta tell him that you're pregnant with two of his children, Liv."

The exhausted brunette just waved it off and headed in to the cribs, shutting the door behind her.

She laid down on the bed near the back wall. Elliot's favourite bed. She pulled a folded photo out of her jeans pocket. A photo of her and Elliot laying in her bed together, smiling, with the after sex glow. She had grabbed her digital camera after they made love for the first time and snapped a photo of herself and Elliot naked but under the covers.

A few stray tears fell and she sniffled, remembering all the good times they spent together, especially while they were dating. Elliot used to surprise her and take her to places that he thought were very special.

She placed a hand on the slow forming swell of her pregnant belly, it was only a matter of time before a belly was obvious and it would most probably happen quicker because she was expecting twins, from the help of Stabler's super sperm.

"I hope you guys can forgive me for letting your father go. I love him so much but I think that it's best to go our seperate ways but I promise to be the best mother I can be," she spoke to her unborn children, even though they couldn't even hear yet.

Unknown to the pregnant brunette detective, Fin had silently opened the door about an inch, to check on her. He'd heard every word that she'd said to her and Elliot's unborn twins, even though they couldn't have heard it but Olivia had made a verbal promise that she'd be the best mother she could possibly be and Fin and the squad would help her with that, even though they thought that she should call Elliot to tell him that he was going to be a daddy again but it wasn't their place to make that decision for her and they would have to respect her wishes.

Instead of disturbing the brown eyed woman, he softly shut the door and headed back down the stairs.

"She alright?" Munch asked as his partner sat down at his desk.

Fin sighed. "Yeah, she will be in time."

Back up in the crib, Olivia felt her cell phone vibrate in her jeans pocket. She reluctantly pulled it out and looked at the front screen to see who was calling her. She sighed and tried to hold back a few tears. It was Elliot. The father of her precious unborn babies. Olivia bit her bottom lip before hurling the black cell phone to the wall. It smashed and fell to the floor in pieces as the brunette grabbed the pillow and freely cried in to it, in the privacy of the cribs.

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Elliot could tell he had obviously hurt Olivia since it was obvious that she was avoiding him and his calls. It had been two long weeks of trying to get in contact with her. She never answered her cell phone, home phone or the door when he went there and when he called her desk phone, it either wasn't answered or Fin, Munch or Cragen would answer it, but she never did. He hadn't heard or seen her in ten weeks and he was oblivous to the fact that she was now twelve weeks pregnant.

It got to the point where Elliot decided that it was best to leave her alone and let the brunette contact him, in her own time, when she was ready to talk to him. He'd known her long enough to know that pushing her too fast and too hard, always resulted badly.

He picked up his favourite photo which sat right in the middle of all the other photos. The one of he and Olivia in front of the beautiful water fall on a nice, warm and sunny spring day.

He rubbed two of his fingers. Index and middle. Over Olivia in the photo.

"I love you so much, Liv. We're the special two," he whispered, remembering a song he'd heard on the radio, that he thought kind of suited them. "I love you with all my heart."