The Next Day


The next morning, Andy woke up to the sounds of Olivia getting sick in the small bathroom. She slowly crawled her way over. She got a wet cloth and held it onto Olivia's forehead. "Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.

Olivia washed her mouth out, and they crawled back over to their sleeping pellets. Andy held Olivia's head in her lap and cooled her face with the cloth. A tear ran down Olivia's cheek. "I think I'm pregnant," she explained. "But I'm afraid that it's theirs," she said, referring to their kidnappers.

Andy calmed Olivia down, and rubbed her shoulders. "Don't worry. If you are pregnant, you wouldn't be showing symptoms only a day after conception. It would take at least 2 weeks," she explained. "If you are pregnant, I'm 99.5 percent positive that it's Elliot's," she reassured her friend.

Olivia smiled weakly. "Thanks," she said before she closed her eyes.

Andy wiped the cloth over her forehead, and continued to sooth her when they heard gunshots and people running outside their room. They sat still, not making any noises for a few minutes. The door was knocked down, and Andy grabbed Olivia's arm in fear.

Three men in army uniforms entered the room, guns drawn. "Are you Colonel Campbell and Lieutenant Stabler?" One of them asked.

Olivia and Andy nodded and stood up.

The men smiled. "We're American soldiers. We're coming to take you home," they said as they ushered the women out of the warehouse and into a truck.

Andy and Olivia cried tears of joy as they were transported to the army base and hospital. They were examined by doctors, who determined that no bones were broken, and they had not been infected by any diseases. Andy asked to use an ultrasound machine, and she brought it into Olivia's room.

"I'm going to give you an ultrasound," Andy explained. "We'll confirm your suspicions."

Olivia nodded. "Please do!"

Andy set up the machine and rubbed the cool gel on Olivia's stomach. She ran the wand on her stomach, searching for a heartbeat. She watched the screen, and stopped when she found a peanut shaped mass. A tiny fluttering sound could be heard. Andy smiled. "Congratulations Olivia! You're two months pregnant," she said happily.

Olivia wiped away her tears. "It's Elliot's," she whispered.

Andy nodded. "It's got to be. Now we just have to get home so you can tell him," she said as she put the machine away.

Olivia smiled. "I want to get the first flight back, and surprise him," she said.

Andy laughed. "That would be interesting. I'll go find out when we can leave."

17 Hours Later On An Airplane

Andy looked out the window of the airplane and smiled slightly. She was going home. The captain had come over the intercom and said that they would be landing in Washington DC in about 5 minutes. She wasn't sure why they were landing there first, but it didn't matter to her; as long as she got home. She felt the wheels of the airplane come down, and the plane landed on the runway. Olivia stretched and yawned beside her. It had been a long plane ride, but it was mostly smooth, so they had been able to sleep.

About 3 minutes later, the captain came back to where Andy and Olivia were sitting, and escorted them off of the plane. As they reached the door, cheers and shouts greeted them. About 300 people were standing below them, cheering for them. Andy turned to the captain, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

The captain smiled. "You're American heroes," he told them.

"Why?" Andy asked, looking at all of the people below her.

"You didn't give up. You were two of the 10 people that survived the invasion of the base, and you fought back. You're heroes," he said as he shook their hands.

Olivia and Andy descended the stairs of the plane, and waved at the crowd surrounding them.

At the bottom of the plane, a man stood surrounded by a few burly black men. Andy's face lit up with recognition. "Oh my god Olivia, it's the President," she told her friend, giggling.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. They made their way over to the President, who shook their hands. He handed them each a small box, and the crowds quieted down. "Colonel Campbell, Lieutenant Stabler; thank you for your service to the American people. You are brave and courageous, and I thank you for all that you have done. You are both being awarded the Purple Heart for what you have done in Iraq. Not many people would fight back and continue to survive under the circumstances that you were in. You are truly brave, and I thank you on behalf of America," the President said as he shook their hands once again.

Olivia and Andy stood there stunned for a moment before they were ushered into a limousine. They opened their boxes and pinned their medals onto each others' uniforms.

Olivia wrinkled her nose. "I suppose I should be proud that I got this. But I can't help but wonder if they would have given it to us if we weren't raped," she pondered aloud.

Andy shrugged. "I don't know. But I do know that it did take strength and courage for us to survive and not give up. I think we should be proud of that," Andy said wisely.

Olivia nodded. "You always find the positive in things, don't you?" She asked as she smiled at her friend.

Andy laughed. "No, not always. So," she said, changing the subject, "Are you excited to be expecting again?"

Olivia nodded. "Elliot has four children from a previous marriage, but Mariska was my first. I love Elliot with everything in me, and he's such a great father. I can't wait…I have to admit that I loved being pregnant," she told Andy.

Andy smiled. "It is wonderful, isn't it. I hope I'll be able to have more children with Milo," she said wishfully.

"I'm sure you will," Olivia said as she patted Andy's hand. "I don't know if I could handle more than four," she said as she shook her head and laughed.

"Well since Lizzy and Jesse are teenagers, they help out a lot. And the twins aren't any trouble at all; they never were," Andy said as she smiled at the memories.

"Neither was Mariska, so I'm hoping this one won't be either," Olivia said as she rubbed her non-existent belly.

Andy looked out the window. They were in Philadelphia, almost at Andy's house. It was about 10 o'clock at night. "So Elliot and Mariska are at our house," Andy said as they pulled into her neighborhood.

Olivia nodded. "They're probably sleeping now. I'm just going to crawl in bed with him and hold him," Olivia said, smiling. "It will probably scare the crap out of him, but it'll be worth it," she said laughing.

Andy laughed as well. "Sounds like a plan," she said as the limousine driver opened the car door for them. "Follow me," she said as she walked around the back of the house.

Andy walked up on the back porch and found the spare key. She silently unlocked the back door and they tiptoed inside the house. They crept up the stairs and into the boy's room. They kissed their sleeping children as tears ran down their faces.

They walked out of the room and shut the door silently behind them. Andy pulled Olivia into a hug. "Good luck," she whispered as she pushed Olivia towards the room where Elliot was sleeping.

Olivia smiled and crept into the room, closing the door behind her.