I'm sorry this has taken so long. Having some personal problems again at the moment and as usual my writing is pushed to the side lines. I hate doing it, but I'm trying to make up for it now. So again, sorry this has taken so long but here it is. Hope you enjoy this final chapter.

Disclaimer: Not mine

Chapter 9

Elliot paced back and forth in front of the small window looking out from Olivia's hospital room. It had been hours and still she had yet to show signs of waking up. The events that had taken place in the forest kept flashing in front of Elliot's eyes. It was starting to give him a headache.

Olivia had barely regained consciousness since they had got her away from the forest and into the hospital. Doctors kept telling Elliot it was her bodies way of coping, of getting over the trauma it had suffered…all of it.

Elliot continued to think as he continued to pace. In his head he kept imaging that he hadn't got to Olivia in time. He kept seeing her grave, knowing her lifeless body lay inside it. He hated it.

He made himself stop in front of the window. It was dark outside, the only light came from a few street lamps. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. He turned as he heard a change in Olivia's heart monitors. Looking at her he could now see that she was awake.

"El." she checked.

"Yeah Liv, it's me." he said walking over to her.

"Where am I?" she asked groggily.

"You're in the hospital." he told her.

Suddenly it all came back to her, like a harsh slap across the face. "Alex?"

"Is dead." Elliot quickly told her, wanting her to stay calm. He knew it was vital not to get her worked up. She needed rest, needed to recover. "Look, Liv. Just get some rest. You've been through a lot." he said.

"El, what about the baby?" she asked, knowing he would have found out every last detail of her condition.

The way he stared at her, his eyes full of sympathy for her, gave her the answer. Unable to stop it, tears began to gather in her eyes and her bottom lip began to tremble.

"Liv, it was all just too much for your body to handle." he said before watching his partner break down, covering her face, hiding her tears from him.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around one of hers, pulling it away from her face, letting her know it was ok to cry about this.

~0~0~0~0~

4 Weeks later

Elliot stepped into Olivia's apartment, closing the door behind him as she walked back into the kitchen where she was cleaning...everything. He looked at the mess her 'cleaning' had created. Every plate, pot and pan she had were out on the counters or in the sink and even then he doubted they had ever been used.. All the cupboard doors were open even though she returned to cleaning out the fridge.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused.

"Cleaning. Do you not know what cleaning looks like, or does Kathy do all the cleaning in your house?" she snapped, refusing to face him.

Elliot just smiled. He'd seen her lash out like this dozens of times when she was hurting. He actually thought by now it might be easier for her to show her emotions in front of him but he guessed he was going to have to push for a reaction.

"You missed a spot." he joked, knowing it would wind her up.

It worked. She threw the cloth onto the worktop and stood up, slamming the fridge door shut. "What! What do you want Elliot?" she yelled at him, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them fall by her sides, slapping her thighs. He didn't answer her, he just stared at her. "What?" she screeched, thoroughly annoyed.

"I want to talk to you about what happened." he said.

"Like I keep telling everyone else who insist on asking, I'm fine." she said as she brushed past him and walked into the living room, putting as much space between him and her as she could.

"No you're not. And after what you went through you shouldn't be fine."

She just looked at him, waiting for him to be done. "Are you finished?" she asked, "Because you need to leave." she told him.

"I'm not going anywhere, we need to talk." he replied matter-of-factly.

"You're leaving." she told him as she walked through the living room, brushing past him again on her way to the door which she planned to hold open till he walked out of it. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him. Holding her wrists so she couldn't move away from him.

"Liv, I want you to talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"You can't keep this bottled up. It'll destroy you if you do." he said trying to look into her eyes but she refused to look at him, determined to break free of his hold.

"I don't have to talk to you. Now let go of me."

"Not until you talk." he said, still holding onto her wrists but making sure he didn't hurt her.

"I won't talk. Let me go." she protested.

Elliot didn't let go and he didn't reply. Olivia tried time and time again to snatch her wrists free from his grasp but she couldn't and she was getting more and more frustrated. She could feel the burning pain of the anger and sadness she felt rising but she was determined not to let him see her crumble.

"Get off." she ordered, still pulling back. "Get off, get off. Let go!" she muttered through gritted teeth. Now her tears had spilt and her cheeks burned red with the emotion she could no longer hold down. "LET GO!" she screamed in his face, her voice almost breaking.

Elliot just shook his head. She couldn't pull her hands away but she could push them forward, enough so she could pummel Elliot with pathetic slaps against his chest. "GET OFF ME! Please El, please get off me!" she said, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Talk." he said but it didn't sound like an order, more like a plea.

"And say what! That I was raped, over and over or that I couldn't even protect my unborn child…" she said as her sobs shook her whole body. By now she had given up hitting him and trying to pull away, instead she stood in front of him, refusing to look at him as tear after tear rolled down her face which she so badly wanted to cover with her hands, to hide from him.

Elliot was happy that she had finally released what she was bottling up, he knew it would help her no matter how hard the words had been for her to say, or hear. He let go of her wrists and gently laid his hands on her back, gently easing her forward against him. Guiding her against his chest where she hid her face and continued crying.

"It's ok Liv. It wasn't your fault. You did the best you could. You gave your baby a chance. It was Alex's fault, just remember that."

She nodded her head. She knew he was right, but it still hurt. "You will meet the right guy and you will be a mom, I promise. It's what you deserve."

She held him a little tighter, grateful for his words. "Let this be what makes you stronger Liv. Don't let it bring you down. Don't let Alex win."

She nodded again. Accepting his words.

~0~0~0~0~

The next day and Elliot was sat at his desk writing another report. He hated this part of the job with a passion. He looked up when the stunning smell off coffee and cinnamon filled the room. He saw Olivia walk round her desk and place two cups off coffee down and a bag that he could tell held the secret behind the cinnamon.

Olivia could see him all but drooling. She sat down the reached over and passed him a coffee. Then she opened the bag and took out a steaming hot bagel. Elliot watched as she leant back in her seat and took a big bite of the bagel. "This is delicious." she informed him after a few chews. She waited for a reply but could make him wait no longer. She sat up and pushed the bag over to him. "Enjoy." she said before taking another bite.

"You're the best." he said taking a hungry bite of his bagel.

"What are partners for." she said with a smile.

He returned the smile and for a silent second they just looked at each other before they both continued eating their bagels.

The End

Please let me know what you think. I know I've took a long time to finish posting this story but I would really appreciate reviews.

Many thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed or added this story to your favourite list.