Hello I've been thinking what this chapter should be about to add some drama. I think I finally figured it out. Its sorta hard to separate two different Bensler stories from each other sometimes. That's why I reread them. I also am planning on writing another 8 chapter challenge for Wattpad. This time I hope I pass the guidelines. I wish I knew what wasn't part of the guidelines to the challenge on my story. Anyway...

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Elliot's sessions with Huang were going good. Since Liv was nearing five months pregnant with their twins, she was forced on desk duty. She looked angry at Elliot every single time Cragen sent him out with Rollins, the rookie that Cragen asked for from Atlanta. Her hormones were running wild with Jealousy every single time she looked at Elliot. It was very obvious to the whole squad that she didn't like Rollins much. 

"Maybe if you stop flirting with Rollins long enough to take your head out of your ass; you'd realize that  Gina Morris has been lying to us from the get go!" Liv shouted from her desk. Her stomach was moving as the twins shifted. Munch and Fin didn't ask who the father was, they probably already knew it was Elliot, they just didn't need any further explanation. Munch and Fin looked at each other wearily as Elliot stepped forward to get right in her face, bent over the desk menacingly. 

"You got something to say Benson?" He asked angrily. 

Liv started to stand up to face him, but her belly prevented her from doing it angrily. She huffed angrily and pounded her fist on the desk instead. "Yeah, I do, keep it in your pants. Stick to the case." 

Elliot stared at her for a long moment before scoffing and turned back to the board they were using to try to make sense of the case. Rollins stayed by the board, overly studying the pictures in attempt to keep small and avoid getting yelled at by the pregnant lady. "Liv," Cragen called from his office doorway. 

She rolled her eyes and slowly got up. Fin rushed over to help her straighten her back and get started. These babies were getting very heavy on her back. She slammed the door to Cragen's office as she entered. The couch seemed very inviting. She sank into it with a relieved sigh, closing her eyes in pleasure. 

"You okay?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his desk. 

She shrugged, fixing her eyes on the bottom of the book case. His bottle of scotch was there, hidden behind some books. "These babies are taking a tole on me." She shook her head. 

"Is that all?" Cragen asked after a moment of silence. 

She shifted so she could see out the window to Elliot and Rollins. They were standing very close, speaking about the case. It was a useless case. Gina Morris was supposedly raped by her father for two years. There was apparently a baby in the system that she gave up for adoption that proved she was raped. So far, they haven't found a single trace of a child matching Gina's DNA. Of course they were still checking out out of state adoptions and private adoptions. Even out of state hospitals. 

"Elliot's not listening to me about this case. He thinks that she's being truthful and not lying about being raped and having her father's baby. He's taking Rollin's side over mine." She scoffed, holding back tears. Stupid hormones. 

"Liv, just because he does't see eye to eye with you right now doesn't mean that he doesn't love you." Cragen stated softly. 

She shook her head. "He doesn't find me attractive anymore. I've gotten fat." Tears started slipping. 

"No, you are not fat. You are carrying twins. You are making two human beings in your body. You are beautiful and Elliot thinks you are beautiful. Just because he's partnered with Rollins right now doesn't mean anything." Cragen went to kneel in front of her. It was the first time that he showed any sort of visible vulnerability towards her. 

When someone knocked at the door, Cragen stood up and moved back to the desk. "What?"

Elliot entered. He took one look at Liv, crying on the sofa, and lost what he was going to say. He couldn't stop watching her. He felt so guilty for getting in her face. She hated when he did that. "Elliot, what is it?"

Elliot blinked, bringing himself back. He opened the file he was carrying and showed it to Cragen. "Hospital in Trenton, New Jersey got back to us. Gina Teresa Morris gave birth to a healthy baby boy three years ago in April. She would have been 15 at the time, meaning he raped her at 14. It only got worse from there, though." Elliot handed another paper to Cragen who passed the first page to Liv, who had dried her tears and looked at the paper. "Two years earlier, another baby boy was born in November, the mother was Gina Teresa Morris. This bastard's been raping his daughter since she was 11 years old. At least."

Cragen nodded. "Okay, go pick the bastard up." Elliot nodded. He took one more look at Liv on the couch before leaving the room. "Liv, I need you to look up those two boys. Where are they? Get a DNA test on them and Gina Morris."

That night when Elliot got home four hours after Liv, she was attempting to be polite to him. She had forgiven Elliot for what happened at the squad room. Eli was already in bed. Elliot brought a single rose out from behind his back as he walked to where Liv was on the couch. "I'm sorry for what happened."

She sighed and took the rose. "Me too." Elliot sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. 

It was early the next morning when the phone rang. They didn't know which one. Elliot reached across Liv and grabbed both phones. He double checked which one was ringing and answered. Cragen wanted them in early. 

"Why are we here so early?" Elliot asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes still. The coffee that he was drinking wasn't helping. Since it was decaf, like Liv's, they were still dead on their feet. Liv was at her desk, looking very angrily at her coffee cup as if it just called her a bitch. Elliot was leaning against her desk, trying not to fall over. 

"We have a problem with the babies." Cragen paced the squad room. "The hospitals have the babies transferred to a private adoption agency after birth. GTM Adoptions. The agency doesn't exist. The babies left with a black woman both times, then nothing. I need that woman's photo shown to the entire Morris family, run though CODIS, every single system we can get our hands on. Find that woman we get closer to finding the babies."

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