Elliot was at work, like any other day. For some odd reason, she had been exhausted for the past few days, which he didn't really get but dismissed. He tried his best to help whenever he could but was just too busy with work. Plus he thought she was lying about it.

**9:46 pm* Elliot arrived home too tired to care that he was late. Once he climbed up the stairs and opened their bedroom door, he saw her sitting on the small couch in the side of the bedroom, while the TV was on. But she looked... nervous. Elliot entered the bedroom while taking off his tie and holding his suit jacket in his arms.

Elliot paused as he entered the bedroom, his eyes narrowing as he took in her nervous demeanor. He could see the way her hands twisted in her lap, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. The television flickered in the background, but Elliot paid it no mind, his focus solely on her.

"What's wrong?" Elliot asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. He tossed his suit jacket carelessly onto a nearby chair.

Elliot stepped closer to her, his tall frame looming over her smaller one. He could see the way her eyes widened as he approached, the flicker of fear that crossed her delicate features. It was a look he had become accustomed to, a constant reminder of the power he held over her. "Tell me," Elliot demanded, his voice growing harder, more insistent. "What is it that has you looking so... anxious?" He reached out to tilt her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. Elliot's gray eyes searched hers intently, trying to uncover the truth behind her unease.

She swallowed lightly. She looked down at her lap then belly and stood up. She fixed her shorts and sweater then looked back at him. He took his hand off her chin lightly as she looked back at him. "E.. elliot.. i.." But she paused. She didn't even know how to explain this in any way. She swallowed, looking back down.

Elliot's eyes narrowed as he watched her fumble for words. The sight of her uncertainty only served to heighten his growing suspicion and unease.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Elliot took a step back, putting some distance between them. His eyes never left her face as he waited for her to continue, his patience wearing thin with each passing second.

"Spit. It. Out," Elliot snapped, his voice sharp and demanding.

She looked back up at him, swallowed then said shakily, "i'm... pregnant..."

Elliot stared at her, his eyes wide with shock as her words sank in. Pregnant. The single word hung in the air between them, a bombshell that threatened to upend the carefully constructed world he had built around them. How could this be possible? He had taken every precaution, had made sure she was on birth control.

"Pregnant," Elliot repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

He took a step closer to her, his tall frame looming over her smaller one. He could see the way she flinched as he drew near, could sense the fear that radiated from her like a palpable force.

"How did this happen?" Elliot demanded, his voice rising in volume. "You told me you were taking your pills. I saw you, with my own eyes, swallowing them every goddamn day!"

Elliot's hand clenched into a fist at his side, his jaw tight and eyes blazing with barely contained fury. He immediately raged, going through the medical drawers to find her pills, grabbing her box of birth control pills and opening them with immense anger. Pills flew everywhere while she flinched, backing away.

Elliot suddenly lashed out, throwing anything he saw in front of him and breaking it. "They weren't birth control pills?! For fucks sake!!" He turned back to look at her, his eyes burning. He looked down at her belly then at her. His voice dropped low and menacing.

"I don't want that," he disgustedly gestured at her belly, with disgust and anger in his eyes. "Thing." He looked back at her, his eyes piercing into her. "You're getting an abortion."