Author's Notes:

So for those of you who got a notification saying that I wrote something. Got excited and came to the site only to find nothing there…that was not my fault. Kinda. The site took my story down. Well technically they took down my note, with the explanation of it not being a story. Apparently the site has rules now. Which are apparently really strict so I don't know how this is going to work. I will post here, but if they keep taking my stories down I will be forced to find someplace else to post. Most likely svufiction.

Now first things first, A big thank you to Amy who has been betaing for me forever and will be betaing this for me as well out of the goodness of her heart. THANK YOU AMY! Chapters will be posted when she's done with them and sends them back to me for one final look over. No sooner or later. So bear with me people!

As I said before this is the 4th and final installment to my Series of Chances series. It's sad that it has to come to an end. I came up with the blue print for this story forever ago and I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed it. Even though this series is coming to an end fear not. I have 1 story I'm working on and 2-3 others currently rolling around in my head so I'm not done with fanfict yet!

Now…On to the story!

The alarm blares on Elliot's side of the bed and he reaches over groggily to turn it off. He lays in bed for a few more moments, preparing himself to take on yet another day. He feels himself starting to drift back into unconsciousness and decides then that it is time to get up. He quickly handles his business in the bathroom, and emerges freshly shaven with minty fresh breath. He looks over at his wife with pity in his eyes. She's been sick with flu the past couple of days and last night was one of the worst. They'd been hoping that maybe she was pregnant, but a home pregnancy test had quickly squashed those dreams. He'd rolled over in the middle of the night, to find himself alone in bed, and found her asleep on the bathroom floor. She seems to have slept fine ever since, and while he hates to have to wake her, he knows that she is determined to go back to work this morning.

He walks over and sits beside her on the bed. "Hey, Liv," he croons softly into her ear. "Time to wake up baby."

She groans softly and snuggles more into her pillow. "Time is it?" she asks groggily.

"Almost 7."

She lets out a long sigh. "Can you get Shortstuff ready for me?"

"Sure thing. Want me to make you some tea or something?"

"Please. And leave a pack of Dayquil beside it. I'm going to need half a pack to get through today."

"Liv, why don't you just take another sick day?"

"Because I don't need another sick day. I'll be fine. I promise."


I'll be fine. That's what she'd said. Fine. Yeah right. He glances over at as Warner gives them the rundown on their latest vic. Technically, they're not supposed to be working together, but they had needed CPU's help with this case, and who better to send than the ex-sex crimes detective? Cragen had pulled out every stop to make sure they didn't end up working together, but he hadn't expected CPU to send her over. And all his other detectives were already out interviewing suspects or working other cases, and Elliot's partner was at a conference for the week, so that only left him. Without any other choice Cragen had sent Olivia with him, but that was just until another detective returned so that he could fix Olivia up with someone else. Besides, they are just going to talk to Warner and see the body. She looks deathly pale and he can tell something isn't quite right with his wife.

She's trying to listen, really she is, but the sterile smell and the scent of death that hovers in the air is more than getting to her at this point. "Excuse me, I just need some fresh air," she says then heads for the door.

"She ok?" Warner asks.

"The flu," Elliot responds. "Told her to stay home, but you know her, stubborn as ever."

"Yea, she's the stubborn one," Warner mutters before continuing her description.

Outside the examination room Olivia heads down the hallway, and it seems that with every step she takes the door that leads outside gets farther and farther away, the hallway darker and darker. Her breaths are shallow and the checkered floor seems to twist and tilt more and more with every step she takes, and suddenly it is vertically in front of her and before she can figure out what has happened, the darkness surrounds and then envelops her. Then there is nothing.


Inside the morgue Elliot hears a thud followed by voices. Both he and Warner share the same look of concern as they go to investigate what has happened. Elliot feels his heart in his throat when he sees his wife's unconscious form on the floor surrounded by some other medical personnel.

"Olivia," he calls and is by her side in seconds. "Liv! Liv!" he calls, touching her face lightly.

Warner pushes her way in and does a quick scan, checking her pulse and her pupils. "Looks like she fainted," she responds. She waves some smelling salts in front of her face and it seems to do the trick. Olivia's eyes fly open momentarily and then close again.

"What, happened?" she groans.

"You fainted," Elliot responds.

"Here, bring her into my office."

Elliot lifts her easily and places her in a chair in Warner's office. Warner grabs a water bottle from her mini fridge and hands it to Olivia. "Here drink this slowly," she says.

"Elliot told me you haven't been feeling well."

"Yea, it's just the flu. I guess I should have taken that extra sick day," she mumbles.

"Not funny," Elliot responds.

"Is this the first time you've fainted?"

"It happened once yesterday, but I was fine."

"It happened yesterday!? And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I was fine El. I woke up and just went to bed."

"Well, I think that's what you need. Elliot, why don't you go bring the car around so she won't have to walk too far. We'll meet you out there in a minute."

Elliot is hesitant to go, but he knows Olivia is in good hands. Once he's gone, Warner turns an inquisitive eye towards her. "Olivia, is there a chance you could be pregnant?"

Olivia shakes her head. "No. We've been trying, but…I haven't been able to conceive."

"Well are you sure you're not? You know sometimes it can be too early for the test to pick up the HCG levels."

"Yea, I'm sure. I had my period just last week. We haven't had sex since then."

Warner nods. "I'm going to draw some blood anyway."

"Mel, that's not necessary. It's just the flu."

"Alright, but lets just make sure everything's alright. It'll just take a minute."

Olivia nods and rolls up her sleeve.


Hours later Olivia awakes o find herself in somewhat familiar surroundings. She rests on one of the bunks located in the 1-6 locker rooms. On their way to the house there had been a break in the case that required their immediate attention, so instead of heading home they had headed back to precinct. She had offered as much of expertise as she could, before her illness got the best of her and she decided to hit the sack.

She can hear them buzzing around downstairs and she experiences a sense of déjà vu, but it only lasts momentarily. Because she is no longer a sex crimes detective, and this is no longer her precinct. She still feels like shit, but she doesn't want to be here anymore. She decides to give into the flu and head home to get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids. Maybe tomorrow she will be in better shape to return to work.

She heads down stairs and manages to catch everyone's attention.

"Well, if it isn't sleeping beauty," Munch quips.

She simply rolls her eyes at him. She doesn't have the energy right now for snarky comebacks. Elliot gets up from his seat and meets her half way.

"Hey, how're you feeling?"

"Like shit. I'm going to scoop Kayla and head home. How's the case going, should I be expecting you home soon?"

"We may have a possible suspect. Fin is in interrogation room one with him right now. Let me drive you."

"And then do what with my car?"

"I don't know. I'll figure something out. You shouldn't be driving in this condition."

"El, I'm fine to drive home. I'm picking Kayla up remember? I wouldn't put our daughter's life in jeopardy just prove something."

"Fine. Call me when you get home. And don't worry about dinner, I'll have some Chinese delivered or something."

"Thanks," She kisses his cheek and then heads on her way.


Later that night Elliot returns home. It's late, but they finally caught their guy. Elliot takes his time removing his coat and shoes. He goes into the kitchen with the soup he's brought for his wife, but takes a moment to virtually inhale what is left of his family's Chinese takeout. Once he's finished, he starts to head upstairs with the soup, only to discover his wife sleeping on their living room couch. He goes over and sits by her side and takes a moment to watch her breathe a deep and even sleep.

"Hey," he says softly.

Olivia's eyes flutter and it takes her a moment to acclimate herself to her surroundings, but then she sees him, and she smiles. "Hey," she replies just as softly.

"How you feeling?" he asks.

"Ok. What'd you bring me?" she asks nodding towards the bag in his hand.

"Just some soup. Minestrone. You want some now?"

"Maybe later. I have something to tell you," she says and stares at him seriously.


"Well when you went to get the car today Melinda drew some blood."

"Is everything ok?" he asks as he tries to get his heart to stop racing at her words.

"Sort of…"

His heart starts to pound. "Sort of?"

"Well, I definitely have the flu, but also…"

"Also what?" he asks as he takes a few deep breathes to slow his heart rate down.

She smiles up at him. "I'm pregnant."

"You're kidding me," he grins.

"Nope. She ran it twice just to make sure. We're pregnant!" she laughs infectiously.

He pulls her into his arms and holds her tight. "I knew it. I knew we could do it."

Olivia holds him close and blinks away tears at the same time he does. He's glad that this time the news isn't overshadowed by past mistakes. This time they can celebrate together. This time he can sleep beside her and hold her and their baby close. He can settle his hand over her growing abdomen and be close to them. He's not going to be kicked out of her apartment. He's not going to be told to stay away. This time they are going to do this together.

He pulls away and looks her deep in the eye. "I love you," he says before touching his lips to hers.

"I love you too," she mumbles against his lips then kisses him back.

As always thank you so much for reading. This would have been up sooner, but the site banned me from posting until today. I don't think this is going to work…If you ever come and find that my story is missing look for it on svufiction. I will post there as well as backup!