A/N: Have Fin's actions been justified? What happens when an uncontrollable urge to satisfy an addiction leads to something more? Is it a boy? A girl? And is this...the end?

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Elliot wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he liked it. The closed-eyed smirk that spread across his face was dark and evil. The moans escaping through his pressed together lips were low and deep. He rolled his head to the side, afraid to wake up for the dream ending, but when he reached his hand down and felt her hair, her soft, sliky, hair, his eyes fluttered open. "Good Lord, baby," he groaned. "This is better than any fucking alarm clock."

Olivia chuckled around him, the vibrations and heat making him moan again. She moved up, down, over, scraping her teeth against him ever-so-gently.

"Mother of God, Liv," Elliot grunted, playing with her hair, caressing the back of her head.

Olivia moaned around him, sucking and licking, loving every inch of him, looking up into his cerulean eyes.

Elliot looked down at her and it took everything he had to control himself; just looking at the sight before him was enough to make him explode. "God, baby, what…"

"I'm pregnant," Olivia interrupted, speaking around him.

"I know that," Elliot seethed, having her gently graze him with her teeth again.

Olivia smirked at the incredible power she had over him right now. "Pregnant women have cravings, El," she reminded him, licking up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around, and over his tip.

Elliot bucked his hips slightly, the incredible feelings sending shockwaves through his barely-awake system. "And you were craving me?"

"Oh, yeah," Olivia said, removing her mouth from the head of his member, and looked into his eyes. "It's a constant craving, El," she said, her hand gripping and stroking and making him grunt as she moved up his body.

"Oh, fuck, Liv," Elliot whined, closing his eyes tightly. "You know I can't, Jesus, baby. You know I can't control myself with you. You shouldn't be…" he was shut up abruptly when Olivia's moth covered his. He tasted the barest hint of himself on her and he groaned, then he grunted and moaned as her free hand, the one not stoking him rapidly, ran through his hair, scratching at his scalp, just the way he liked it. "Fucking hell, Olivia," he seethed, feeling a slow burn creeping through his body. A burn he hadn't felt since their first night in Europe, on a vacation they probably shouldn't have taken, that their kids had paid for.

"I want it, baby," Olivia whispered into his ear. "All of it," she teased, nibbling at his earlobe. "Now," she demanded.

Elliot growled and flipped her over. Too far gone to realize what could happen, what they could possibly cause, he rushed into her and his eyes widened at the incredible noise beginning to come out of her mouth. He pressed his hand over her mouth and started thrusting. "Holy hell, you are so fucking wet, and tight, and Jesus, baby, you feel so damn good," he panted, moving, getting deeper with every go.

Olivia grabbed his hand, held it as she sucked each finger, giving them the same, exact treatment as she'd given his dick when she woke him up.

Elliot groaned and dropped his head to hers, moving harder and faster, and he kissed her just as hard, just as deep, murmuring rushed "I love you's" and moaning.

Olivia returned every moan and every utterance of affection with fervor and she was feeling different, her orgasm coming on stronger than it ever had before. They reached an intense, simultaneous release, that would have been incredibly loud had their screams not been muffled by tremendously powerful kisses, then they both let out a breathy, loving, tension-releasing laugh.

"I love you," Olivia sighed.

"I love you, baby," Elliot returned, rolling over and pulling her close. "Ya know, if you wanna wake me up like that every morning, or in the middle of the night, or, ya know, ever…I'm cool with it."

With her addiction satisfied, at least for now, Olivia laughed as she kissed him, snuggling closer to get comfortable enough to fall back to sleep.

"You understand why we need you to do this," Freeman told Fin, handing him a stack of papers.

Fin nodded and sighed, taking them from the IAB Sergeant. "Yeah, I do." He turned to look at Joe Stabler, and the two other CIA agents next to him, and he said, "This won't affect them, will it? They know, but they ain't gonna say nothin', not if it's a matter of national security."

Joe shook his head. "I've been watching them closely enough to know that Olivia never listened to Dean Porter, and Elliot never paid attention to him unless he was making moves on Olivia. They don't know as much as you think they do, so they are not a threat. You are. That's why we're here."

"Yeah," Fin sighed again, picking up the pen off of the metal desk in the interrogation room. "So, I just sign on the dotted lines and I get my badge back?"

"You have to actually read it, Detective," Joe said, chuckling.

Fin read the contract, scoffing and complaining under his breath, then signed the five spaces reserved for his signature. "Here," he spat, handing the forms back to Joe. "This is ridiculous," he said, shaking his head.

"You now know things that could put the lives of everyone around you in danger," Joe said. "Signing this, you are bound by law to keep them to yourself. And trust me, this is better than what they made me do."

"You gave up your family, man," Fin said, squinting. "I would never…"

"If it was your only choice, leave or watch them die, you would," Joe interrupted. "Their lives were in danger, and I wasn't going to let them die because of me. They were all better off without me anyway," he said. "I wasn't much of a father, and I was a rotten husband. Thank God my son doesn't take after me. I watch him with his family and, God, I wish that could have been how I was. I wish that I could be a part of that, but in my line of work, I can't. I don't have an identity, I don't have a family. I have to be able to become whoever it is they need me to be at a moment's notice, and when I get in over my head, the only one who's life is at stake is mine."

Fin looked at Joe with a flash of understanding. "The men who were after your family then, are they after them now?"

Joe nodded. "That's why I have to leave, and that's why no one outside of this department can know that I'm Elliot's father, or that I'm still alive, I can't stick around long, and you need to stay here, just in case someone was watching, in case someone followed me. You have to protect them for me, Fin."

Fin nodded and held out his hand. "You know I will," he said.

Joe nodded and shook Fin's hand. "Does he know?" Joe asked.

"Who?" Fin questioned, looking at him sideways, furrowing his brow.

"Elliot," Joe said, smirking. "Does he know?"

"Know what?" Fin asked, clearing his throat.

"That you're in love with Olivia," Joe stated, finally dropping his hand.

Fin gave him a wide-eyed stare, then sighed and dropped his eyes. "No. And he never will. Neither will she. I'm not out to destroy them. They're happy, and I'm happy for them, ya know?" He smiled softly, thinking about it. "They deserve each other."

"That they do, Fin," Joe said, slapping him on the arm. "That they do."

Olivia yawned, rubbing her belly, as she padded from the kitchen to the stairs. "If you want to eat breakfast sometime today, get your little Stabler butts down here!"

"Coming, Mom!" Dickie yelled.

Elliot yawned and stretched as he walked into the kitchen from the living room. "Not having to put on a goddamned suit is such a relief," he said, kissing Olivia's neck. She winced and grunted a bit. "That couldn't have possibly hurt you," Elliot said, concerned.

"No, it didn't," Olivia said, rubbing her belly in circles. "It's your child. This baby is the next Karate Kid," she laughed.

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "How long has the baby been doing that?"

Olivia shrugged. "I woke up in a bit of pain at around five, but it went away. Then it came back."

"When did it come back, Liv," Elliot said, pressing his lips together and scrunching up his brow, reaching for his car keys in the bowl on the counter.

"Five-thirty," Olivia said, thinking. "Then it went away, came back at six, then six-fifteen, and then six-thirty, and it hasn't really stopped," she winced and exhaled sharply, "Since then."

Elliot chuckled, walked over to the stairs and said, "Forget breakfast! If you want to meet your baby brother or sister sometime today, get your little Stabler asses in the car!"

"What?" Maureen yelled.

"Your mother is in labor!" Elliot screamed up the stairs. He then moved to the hall closet to grab the packed bag and their jackets. He helped Olivia slip on her shoes and led her out to the SUV, followed by four excited kids.

"El," Olivia said, trying to breathe, "It was probably just something I ate. I don't think I'm…"

"Yeah, you are, honey," Elliot interrupted. "Trust me, baby, I think, uh, that little craving you had last night kind of induced…you're having contractions, not indigestion."

Olivia's eyes widened, the squeezed shut, as another cramp hit her. "Okay," she said. "I believe you. Go, El, drive!"

"Everyone buckle up," Elliot said, turning on the flashing lights on the black SUV. "Daddy's driving like a cop." The tires screeched as they pulled away from the house, and Elliot drove, as if he were chasing a perp, to Mercy General Hospital. "Katie, call Cragen, and Munch and Fin. Mo, call Casey and Alex, and someone call my mother!"

"Your mother?" Olivia growled through a contraction. "Why the hell would you…that woman hates me!"

"She only hates you half the time, baby," Elliot said. "She loves you, too."

"Whatever," Olivia spat. "Oh, boy, uh, I think you need to drive faster, unless you want to have to do some serious detail work on the car."

"I'm going as fast as I can, baby," Elliot said, stepping on the gas and swerving, changing lanes, running lights, and he finally pulled up to the doors of the hospital. He left the door to the SUV open as he got out, running around to get Olivia. The four kids, chattering into cell phones, got out and ran into the hospital, eager and nervous.

As soon as Olivia was on her feet, her water broke. "At least it wasn't in the car," she laughed, as an orderly and Elliot helped her into a wheelchair.

"I don't care about the car right now, baby," Elliot said, stroking her hair back. "Just breathe, honey. Keep breathing."

"This is really it, huh?" Olivia asked as they wheeled her into the emergency room.

"It really is," Elliot said, "Yes."

The nurse behind the desk looked down at her and said, "Detective Benson?"

"Stabler," Olivia corrected through clenched teeth. "Not here on business, obviously."

"She's in labor," Elliot said, shaking. "We need a room, and her doctor, Compton." He watched as the nurse did nothing, then he yelled, "Now!"

The nurse jumped, then nodded and went to find a room and Doctor Compton.

"Ow, ow , ow," Olivia griped, bending over. "This kid definitely has your attitude and need for attention," she spat.

"Thanks," Elliot chuckled, smoothing her hair back. He kissed the crown of her head, ignoring the fact that she was starting to sweat, and he said, "I love you, so much, and I can't wait to meet our child."

"Oh, me either, El," Olivia sighed, looking up at him with a tired smile.

"Detective Stabler," the nurse said, fetching them, "Follow me!"

Elliot turned and waved to his four kids, and then wheeled Olivia after the nurse, excited, nervous, and a little scared.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Cragen griped, pacing back and forth.

"Donald," Liz Donnelly, his girlfriend, said, "Please, calm down. You're not making this any easier for the rest of us."

Munch ran a hand down his face. "They've been in there for an awfully long time."

"It's her first child," Casey said, shocked. "This could take days!"

"Days?" Fin, Munch, Cragen, and Dickie shouted.

Alex sighed. "You men really need to read a book or two on womanhood," she cracked.

All of the heads turned at that moment, when Elliot came through the wood and glass doors, in his scrubs. His face was tear streaked, and the smile on his face was enormous. "Guys," he said with a sniffle, "Come meet my son."

Dickie's eyes grew wide and he laughed. "A brother? I have a brother!"

"Yeah, bud," Elliot said, sniffling and chuckling. "You do. Come on," he said, holding the door open. He walked into Olivia's room first, and strutted proudly over to her bedside, gazing down at her holding the boy. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Dylan Christopher Stabler," Elliot said.

Casey looked up and said, "I thought you were giving him…"

"Christopher just fit better," Elliot said, interrupting. "It's a family name, my father's middle name, we're happy with it."

Fin held his breath at the mention of Elliot's father, but exhaled when he looked down at the baby boy. He saw a little tiny Olivia, with Elliot's eyes. "Hey, little D.C," he said. "I'm your Uncle Fin, and I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you, little man. Ever."

Olivia looked up at Elliot and blinked her tired eyes. "He's perfect," she whispered.

"He is," Elliot agreed. And as each member of the crazy extended family got to meet Dylan, they saw his blue eyes and dark brown hair and knew that he was the perfect mix of Olivia and Elliot, the perfect result of a perfect addiction. Elliot dropped a kiss to his wife's lips, and ran a gentle finger over their sleepy boy's head. They sighed and smiled, knowing that they were not only addicted to each other, but to their entire family. It was an addiction they never wanted to break.

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