Okay, people. You need to learn that with people like obsessedwithstabler and I, fanfictions will be evil. If we really owned SVU, we'd be more awesome than we already are, now wouldn't we?

Elliot Stabler felt tears in his eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. He had to save her. He had to save his Olivia. "Listen," he said shakily. "Let her go."

The man holding a gun to his partner's head glared at him with a look that could melt ice. Elliot could feel his hand shaking as the man pressed the gun against Olivia's temple.

Olivia's heart pounded in her ears, her eyes boring into her partner's. It was a terrifying reversal of roles, knowing that at any moment a madman could move his finger a quarter of an inch and end her life.

Elliot could see the fear in her eyes. He tried to look at her softly, tried to silently tell her that she would be okay. He wanted to be assuring, but he was trembling from head to toe, unable to even tell himself that everything would be alright.

She closed her eyes for a moment as time seemed to slow to a crawl. This was wrong. It was all wrong. And if she died before taking her next breath, Elliot would never know how she felt about him.

"Don't be scared, Liv," he mumbled, but his voice was a faint whisper. He should have stopped the ordeal before it happened. She was scared and it tore him apart

The fear that she was experiencing was slowly being replaced with anger. She could wait for this son of a bitch to kill her, or she could get herself and her partner out of this. She met Elliot's eyes one more time, then suddenly jerked and grabbed her gun from her waist. Two shots echoed through the room, and Olivia lowered her gun, breathing heavily. "Elliot..." She turned around, expecting to see her partner. What she saw robbed her of her breath. Elliot was sprawled out on the floor, and a crimson stain was quickly spreading over the front of his shirt.

Shoving her gun into her holster, she grabbed her radio and shouted into it, "10-13! 10-13! Officer down!" Then she rushed to her fallen partner's side and dropped to her knees. "El? Elliot, hang on." She quickly pulled her jacket off and wadded it up, then held it to his chest.

Elliot struggled to breathe. "Liv..." His voice was soft and strained.

She pressed harder against his chest with one hand, wincing as warm blood soaked the material of her jacked. "I'm here, El. You're going to be okay." She rested her free hand against his forehead.

Elliot weakly clutched her hand. He closed his eyes against the white hot pain in his chest. He could see the red blood seeping through his shirt. He could feel that he wasn't going to make it.

She squeezed his hand. "Stay with me, Elliot. Help is coming."

Elliot shivered. "Liv," he breathed. He shook his head slightly.

"No, Elliot. Don't even start that." She slipped her hand out of his and gently raised his upper body. Then she let him lean back against her as she continued to try to staunch the blood flow.

"It won't be here in time," he mumbled, moaning softly.

"Yes, it will. You have to hold on."

He started to speak, but a wave of pain washed over him. "It hurts," he whispered.

"I know." She smoothed his hair back. "But you'll be okay. I'll even stay with you in the hospital." Her attempt at a joke fell flat in the face of this terrifying situation.

He clutched her hand more tightly. He bit his lip. "I'm not going to..." he trailed off. He looked at her, and he could see a tear making its way down her cheek.

"You are," she insisted, but her voice held a telltale tremor. "You're going to be fine. I need to just hold on."

Elliot heard her voice, the fear it contained. He shook his head softly. The blood continued to soak through his shirt, and through her jacket. He could see it trickle down Olivia's fingers. "There's too much blood," he murmured.

"Shhh..." She held him tighter.

He rested against her, leaning into her arms. It was like her arms were made to hold him. He didn't want it to happen this way. He didn't want to leave her. The searing pain tore at his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, and found that his voice was growing fainter as he called her name softly. "Liv?"

She swallowed hard. "What is it, El?"

"I love you," he said softly.

"Hey." She gently turned his head and rested her forehead against his. "You're not going anywhere. This isn't goodbye."

"You don't know that," he rasped. "I don't want to die without telling you."

"I do know. You're not going to die." He was too strong, too damn stubborn, and had too much to live for. This couldn't be it.

"I know it," he whispered, clinging to her hand for dear life. "This may be it, Liv."

"It's not." Faintly the wail of an ambulance siren could be heard. "Do you hear that? An ambulance is coming." She ran her bloodstained thumb lightly over his cheek.

"It may not get here in time," Elliot mumbled. "Please, Liv. Just listen to me. I love you."

She swallowed a soft sob and kissed his forehead. "I know you do. And after you get through this..." Her breath hitched. "El, just hold on. Please."

Elliot shivered in pain. It was so hard to breathe, so hard to hold on. "I can't fight anymore,'" he said.

She gently patted his cheek when his eyes started to close. "Come on, Elliot. Your kids need you." She felt more tears roll down her cheeks. "I need you."

Elliot could feel something trying to pull his eyes closed. He fought to keep them open. Seeing her cry made him feel like breaking down, like crying with her and saying sorry. "Tell them I love them," he choked.

"Tell them yourself." The blood was soaking both of them, but that didn't matter. If he was really dying, she wanted to comfort him. But her heart screamed that she couldn't give up on him. He had to be okay.

"I won't be telling them, Liv," Elliot murmured. "I'm not going to.."

"El, please..."

Elliot curled his fingers as tightly as he could around her slim hand. "Liv..." he breathed.

She pressed her lips to his, resting one hand against the back of his neck.

Elliot savored the gentle kiss. He found himself kissing her back. It was the first time that he had ever kissed her, and he wanted her to cherish it, as it would probably be the last.

"Liv," he whispered. "What was that for?" He didn't feel upset, he wanted it. But did she love him?"

"Because..." She sniffled and touched her forehead to his. "I love you."

The three small words danced in Elliot's mind. She loved him. "I love you too, Liv," he whispered. "I always have."

"Shh... I know you do." Her hand tightened on his.

He could feel himself slipping away. He could hear the siren grow louder only for a mysterious feeling to wash over him. He could barely hear, he could barely breathe. His breathing became shallow. "Liv," he panted, trying not to let his ice blue eyes slip shut.

"I'm here, El." She held him closer as he started to shiver. "I've got you."

"Can't... breathe," he stammered.

She felt an unfamiliar terror grip her heart. "Hang on, Elliot. Help is coming." She cradled his head in her hand.

"Not soon enough."

"Just stay awake for me." She sifted her fingers through his hair.

Elliot felt some force trying to push his eyes closed. He fought to keep them open. He clung tightly to Olivia. He moved his lips, trying to say something, trying to say goodbye.

She hesitated, then leaned closer to hear his soft voice.

"Good... bye," Elliot stammered.

Elliot didn't want to leave. He wanted to be with Olivia. It was the hardest goodbye.

She kissed him again, conveying all of her strength, love and devotion into the gentle act. She couldn't believe that she was losing him. But his breathing was coming in labored gasps, and his grip on her hand was weakening.

Elliot kissed her back, and his fingers went limp. His eyes fell shut.

"El?" She rested her ear over his heart, listening as he let out a soft breath. His heart, the heart that she had loved for so long, beat once more and stopped.

"Elliot!" She shook him, then laid him on the floor and began CPR. "You can't leave me, Elliot!" She blew a breath into him.

As she continued CPR, she heard the paramedics rush into the room. But in her heart, she knew they were too late.