Mariah Oneshots

Maria Maria [pt. 2]

****Olivia's POV****

"It's number 2....he's the freakshow that hurt Mom." the girl, age 15, frowned. Alex Cabot, our ADA, looked back at Trevor Langan, the suspect's defense lawyer, and smirked in satisfaction.

"Okay, sweetheart. Thanks for your help, you've done really well today." I smiled at the teenager, then she and her father left out of the room.

"Well, Trevor.....looks like I'll be seeing you in court." Alex smirked at Trevor.

"Yeah, yeah....no need to boast, Alex." Trevor sighed. I was about to hit the button and tell the suspects they can leave, but before I could Elliot came in and motioned me over.

"Liv, somebody's at your desk for you.....you should go, she said it's pretty urgent." he told me. I nodded and rushed out of the room to see Mariah pacing back and forth near my desk, crying and mumbling in Spanish.

"Mariah? Babe?" I said, walking over to her.

"L-liv, I-I did.....I did s-something bad." Mariah cried, burying her head in my shoulder.

"Mariah, why are you out of the apartment? You know it's not safe with the heat from the feds...." I whispered, but she kept crying. It had been almost 2 months since Cohen's death and since Mariah moved in with me, and Cohen's wife was in Bellevue waiting for her trial date. However, the feds still wanted Mariah because they figured if she was there, she had something to do with Cohen's death as well.

"Olivia, I-I.....it's bad. Y-you're gonna hate me, I did t-terrible things." she sobbed. I sat at the desk and pulled her into my lap, rubbing her lower back to try to calm her down some, but she kept sobbing.

"Babe, what happened? What's wrong?" I asked.

"I-I....I'm p-pregnant." Mariah said, hanging her head. I looked up at her and kissed her cheek, then I held her face and made her look at me.

"I know that, Mariah. I've known for the past week or so." I stated.

"H-how?"

"Your boobs are swelling, you've been having quite a few headaches, sleeping a lot, and - for the past week or so- you've been having terrible morning sickness. I know you've been trying to hide that you were 'sick', but every time you run to the bathroom I can hear you vomiting through the door. " I explained.

"Is that the terrible thing you wanted me to know?" I continued.

"N-no, that's just part of it. I-I went to th-the convenience store today and g-got the test, a-and I went back to the apartment to t-take it. A-and when I saw it was p-positive, I......I....." Mariah frowned.

"You what?"

"I t-tried to get rid of it." she mumbled, causing me to stare at her in shock.

"H-how?" I whispered.

"I-I used a c-clothes hanger. I-I'm really sorry, pl-please don't hate me....." she sobbed. I didn't say anything initially; instead, I just wrapped my arms around her as she bawled her eyes out in my neck.

"Why would I hate you, baby?" I asked her, caressing her hair.

"B-because I probably killed it. I-I'm a bad person, Olivia......I-I kill everything th-that comes near me."

"Mariah, that's not true...."

"Y-yes it is!! I-I killed so many people back home, I can't even c-count how many.....I-I'm probably the reason that man downtown got k-killed by his wife.....a-and now I've probably killed my b-baby." she sobbed.

"No, sweetheart....no. You were forced to kill in Colombia, you didn't kill Cohen, a-and you tried to give yourself an abortion because you were scared. Baby, you've been going through a lot....none of this is your fault." I tried to convince her. I looked around and noticed that the others were staring, but both Mariah and I were speaking soft enough that nothing we said was being heard; the others only saw that Mariah was extremely upset.