Hey guys! Here I am, updating late, once again! I know it's been a very, VERY long time, but please don't kill me! I believe where we left off, Olivia and Elliot had been finishing up a romantic moment when Casey came in with none other than the adorable Dominic. If you get confused by some of the characters in this chapter, you may want to look back at chapter three, and maybe the chapter where Liv gets shot, to refresh your memory. It shouldn't be too hard to follow if you don't, though.

Disclaimer: If I owned SVU, I would be watching Elliot and Olivia's romance on TV right now instead of screaming at the opening credits, "I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOU, NEW CHARACTERS!" (which made my sister give me a weird look). In simple terms, I own nothing.


The door opened again, and Casey walked in, holding the hand of a little boy.

"Dominic?" Olivia whispered.

Casey smiled at her questioning gaze.

"He's yours now, Liv..."

Before anyone could try to stop him, the young boy had let go of Casey's hand and launched himself across the room. He wasn't tall enough to jump onto the bed, so he just smiled up at Olivia from the ground. Olivia gave Elliot an imploring glance, and he lifted Dominic onto the bed, warning him to be careful.

"'Livia!" Dominic exclaimed, a grin still plastered across his face. "Auntie Casey says I don't have to go with my old mommy anymore! Does that mean I get to stay with you?"

He stared at her with huge blue eyes, and she found herself grinning almost as widely as he was.

"Yeah, Dominic," she said softly. "You can stay with me for as long as you want."

Without any warning, the boy threw his little arms around her neck.

"Then I'm going to live with you forever!" he said, his face buried in her shoulder.

Even though she was still extremely sore and every movement caused her pain, Olivia hugged the boy tightly. She smiled again, knowing that all of her dreams were finally coming true. She was going to have a family.

My work here is done, Casey thought to herself, her lips twitching at the corners. She turned to leave the room, when she was called back in.

"Casey, wait," Olivia said, as loudly as her strained voice allowed. The prosecutor walked closer to her friend's side. "Thank you. You really are the best."

"Any time," Casey replied. "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what SVU would do without you."

As Casey left the room, Elliot called after her,

"I take back everything I've ever said about lawyers!"

She chuckled and went back to the precinct, happy that her friend had finally gotten her family.

"'Livia? Auntie Casey said you got hurted," Dominic said sadly. "Are you okay?"

Olivia thought for a moment, unsure how to answer the child. Eventually, it was Elliot who replied,

"Yeah, Buddy, Olivia got hurt pretty bad. It might be a while before she gets better, but you can stay with me until then, okay?"

Dominic looked up at Olivia, his large eyes filled with concern. He glanced from her to Elliot, as if wondering if he could be trusted. Olivia nodded, and he relaxed almost immediately.

"O-Kay!" he agreed. Then he leaned over to whisper something in Elliot's ear. Elliot nodded in reply, and Dominic crawled to the head of the hospital bed and gave Olivia a sloppy, four-year-old kiss. She smiled back at him.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"A kiss to make it better!" he exclaimed. "Now you can come home even faster!"

Elliot chuckled and quietly left the hospital room to make a phone call. He dialed the Captain and waited.

"Captain Cragen."

"Captain, it's Stabler. I was wondering if I could take a couple sick days. I have to take care of Dominic while Liv's in the hospital."

"Stabler, not only do you have enough unused vacation time to last a year, you were also recently involved in a potentially traumatic shooting. Take as long as you want, and I'd better not see your ugly mug at the station for at least a week. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Oh, and Elliot? You take care of them."

"Will do, Capt. Will do."

He shut his cellphone and smiled as he walked back to Olivia's room. Cragen's tone had been almost threatening when he'd told him to take care of Olivia, as if threats were necessary. When he opened the door, he couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his face. His partner was fast asleep, with Dominic curled up next to her. Her arm was around him, and he had his curly head buried into the crook of her elbow. The scene was so perfect, Elliot's heart swelled in his chest. He took a seat next to the bed and continued to smile at them, content to stand guard over the woman and child that had stolen his heart.

"Careful, Liv."

"Elliot, I'm fine!"

"That's it, gently…"

"I was shot, not paralyzed. Calm down."

The nurse looked on in amazement as she watched the two detectives bicker. She was suddenly wishing she hadn't volunteered to help the patient stand on her own.

"I don't see why I need the wheelchair, anyway."

"Olivia, you know the rules. You've been begging for them to let you out of bed all day, so quit whining."

"I'm not whining!"

"You certainly are!"

"I am not!"

"Are, too!"

The partners glared at each other for a moment, and the nurse was beginning to worry she'd have to intervene, when they simultaneously burst into laughter. The nurse rolled her eyes and left, knowing a lost cause when she saw one.

"You okay, Liv?" Elliot asked. He had seen her wince slightly out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, I just laughed too hard, I guess," she assured him. He opened his mouth to say something, but she quickly interrupted. "Don't you dare apologize for making me laugh, Elliot Stabler!"

"That's not what I was going to say!"

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Okay, fine, maybe I was…" he conceded, chuckling. "You know me too well."

"I certainly hope I know you well, after being partners for over a decade!"

Elliot pushed her down the hall with Dominic riding in her lap, which was probably against the hospital rules.

"Hey, the Captain said that Huang was coming down to talk to you today. Not as an official evaluation or anything, just to see how you're holding up. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I guess. I don't mind talking to Huang, as long as it's unofficial. I hate Psych Evaluations. They make me feel like my mind is being read." She shuddered.

"Who doesn't?" Elliot agreed wholeheartedly. "Speak of the devil... Hey, George!"

"Morning, Elliot," Huang greeted, smiling at the detectives and their young charge. "Olivia, how are you feeling?"

"Better, actually," she replied, smiling back at him. "I'll be back to busting down doors in no time!"

Huang's gaze drifted to Dominic, who had his arms around Olivia's neck and his face hidden in her shirt. He gave Olivia an inquisitive look, and she responded by whispering that he was shy.

"Well, Olivia, the reason I'm here is because there are some people who want to talk to you. Are you up for a few visitors?" Huang asked, giving her one of those scrutinizing, 'don't-lie-to-me-and-say-you're-fine-if-you're-not-because-I'm-a-psychologist-and-I-can-tell' looks.

"I'm more than ready for some visitors," she said truthfully. "Really, I feel much better."

"Alright, I'll go get them. I told them to wait in the lobby."

Huang disappeared, leaving the detectives to wonder who he was fetching. Moments later, their question was answered when the doors swung open and a flash of sandy brown hair burst into the room, tackling Olivia in a fierce hug.

"Olivia!" he said, nearly hysterical. "Olivia, I'm so glad you're okay!"


Memories of the spunky green-eyed boy flashed before her eyes. Charlie Douglas had been the leader-of-sorts in Preston/Master's warehouse. He had been the last to leave the area in which the children had been kept, and had almost been shot himself.

"I'm so sorry!" he cried, finally releasing all of his pent-up sorrow. "Mr. Preston shot you because of me! I'm so, so sorry, Olivia!"

Olivia rubbed the boy's back comfortingly as he clung to her for dear life. For a moment, she was stunned into silence by all the injustice this innocent boy had suffered, at no older than eleven or twelve.

"Charlie, it's not your fault. Preston didn't shoot me because of you. He shot me because he was an evil, evil man," Olivia said, once her voice had returned. "Shh, it's okay...Everything's going to be alright..."

Charlie stopped crying, but he still refused to release her from his fervent hug. Before Olivia could say anything else, the doors opened again, revealing five young girls. The first was Krissy Douglas, who was in her teens. Krissy, Charlie's sister, had escaped the warehouse, and Preston/Masters had tortured Olivia in hopes of discovering her whereabouts.

"Olivia..." she said, briefly joining her brother in hugging the detective. "All I can say is... Thank you."

Next was Julie Reynolds, fifteen. She thanked Olivia and ruffled Dominic's hair, causing the little boy to bust into fits of giggles. Julie smiled too, forgetting the pain of the past for one blissful moment.

After Julie came Georgianna Quincy. Georgie was one of the youngest now that Gracie was gone, and she hugged Olivia with an innocence that made both detectives want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Thank you for coming back for us, Olivia!" she said, once she had let go.

When Anna approached the group, Dominic's face lit up with excitement. Anna was only fourteen, but she had been in the warehouse the longest. Because she was so mature, she had become a sort of caretaker for Dominic. She hugged the boy tightly, then embraced Olivia with a whispered, 'thank you'.

The last girl stood quietly, almost shamefully, a few feet away. Olivia held out the arm that wasn't already hugging Charlie, wondering why she was so fearful.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" she asked, hoping Preston hadn't done something terrible to Sarah while she was gone. Sarah threw her arms around Olivia like Charlie had, crying softly.

"I'm sorry, Olivia. I'm sorry I let that man catch me. I'm sorry I drew you into the warehouse so he could capture you. I'm sorry you got hurt; it's all my fault!" she finally exclaimed.

"Oh, Honey, none of this is your fault. None of you are to blame. Besides, if Preston hadn't taken me, you would all still be in that warehouse!" Olivia said soothingly. Soon there were several tearful faces, and everyone was hugging her at the same time.

Elliot smiled as her saw the joyful tears sliding, unnoticed, down his partner's face. He squeezed her shoulder supportively as the children crowded around her.

Even though they were thanking her, Olivia couldn't help but feel that she should be thanking them. Those children had taught her to hope, and she admired the courage each of them possessed. She felt an overwhelming sense of peace as the small arms enveloped her.

From the doorway, Doctor Huang and Captain Cragen were watching the touching scene unfold.

"How did they convince you to bring them here again?" Cragen asked.

"They didn't have to. I could tell that there were some unresolved issues when I interviewed them, and I thought a trip to visit Olivia would be beneficial. Evidently, I was right..."

"And not just for the kids," the Captain added, watching as his detective was embraced in a large group-hug. "I may not be a doctor, but I think Liv is going to recover from this, and she will be stronger because of it."

"I think you're right," Doctor Huang agreed. "She's going to be just fine."

There was a moment of silence as they continued to watch the joyful scene.

"Do you know what this is, George?" the Captain said, indicating the children and Olivia.


"This is the reason we do our jobs."

"Are you sure you're ready? Because if you want to stay for a few more days..."

Olivia rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"Elliot, please. I have been begging to get out of the hospital since the moment I woke up from my coma."

"Actually," Elliot corrected, "I'm fairly certain that the first thing you did after you came out of your coma was make out with one Elliot Stabler..."

"We did not make out, Elliot!" she exclaimed, exasperated.

"Whatever you say... Anyway, whatever you want to call it, it was still the first thing you did when you woke up."

"Okay, Elliot, the second thing, then! Either way, I've wanted to leave from day one."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Liv, I just can't help being a little overprotective of you."

"A little?"

Olivia's retort was interrupted when Dominic returned from the bathroom and hopped onto Olivia's wheelchair. All arguments were forgotten when he curled up in Olivia's lap, smiling impossibly wide. He looked up at her and, somehow, his grin doubled in size.

"I love you, 'Livia," he whispered. Soon, he was asleep.

Elliot began to push the wheelchair carefully out of the room. The three of them, a family, were finally going home.

Olivia's eyelids began to feel heavy from all of the pain medication they were giving her. They kept fluttering closed, then opening again. Elliot stopped pushing and knelt next to her, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you Olivia," he whispered. Soon, she was asleep.


Well, guys, this is probably the end, at least of this story. I'm probably going to write a sequel, but I need your help. I have ideas for fluffy stuff that could happen in the sequel, but I don't have any ideas for the overall plot. I really like action-y scenes, or scenes where Olivia gets hurt trying to save Elliot (I know it's strange, but it's SO fun to write those…), but right now I am fresh out of creativity. If you have any ideas at all, could you please put them in a review or a message? Thank you.

Well, I guess this is the end! *sniffle*. Or is it...? (*Dun, dun, dun*)