A/N: I thought of another new story lol. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: If I owned it Olivia and Elliot would be going at it like bunnies but they aren't so I don't own it.

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Detective Elliot Stabler was sitting beside the hospital bed, holding his partner's limp, pale, soft hand. Olivia looked so small and vulnerable in that hospital bed. She was covered up to her underarms with the white, itchy hospital blanket.

The handsome detective leaned over and planted a quick, tender kiss on her dry lips.

The brunette had pulled through surgery just fine but was still to wake up from the anaesthesia. The doctor had assured him that Olivia would wake soon but that was nearly three hours ago and Elliot was beginning to worry about her even more then he already was.

As the detective gently caressed the back of his partner's soft, olive toned hand, he thought back to the events that happened which caused Olivia to have emergency surgery and now Elliot to be sitting protectively beside her hospital bed, holding her hand, never wanted to ever let go again.

Flashback start.

The past week Olivia had noticed a rape victim was following her but she didn't really think much about it. She thought the young woman was just angry because they didn't have enough evidence to prove her case.

Twenty-three year old Larissa O'Connor was following Olivia to her gym, grocery store, pharmacy, watching her during the day while she worked and spying on her at night while she was at home, relaxing.

Olivia and Elliot were standing outside her apartment building, kissing each other goodnight, not realizing that they were being watched by Larissa from across the fairly quiet street.

"I lo--" Elliot began but was interrupted by a gun shot.

The next second Olivia was on the cold, wet sidewalk.

"Oh, baby. Liv!" Elliot dropped on to his knees beside the injuried brunette.

He took off his coat and placed it on the gun shot wound, on Olivia's chest, applying pressure, causing the famale detective to groan in pain.

"It's ok, baby. Hang on," he whispered as he grabbed out his cell phone with his free hand to call for an ambulance.

"9-1-1 please state your emergency..." A calm male's voice flowed through the cell phone.

"This is Detective Elliot Stabler of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. My partner has been shot in the chest. We need a bus now! Outside the apartment building at 212 West 44th Street."

"Ok sir. An ambulance that is about two blocks away has answered the call."

Elliot sighed in relief, hearing the loud blaring of the sirens. "Thank you. I hear them," he said and hung up before kissing Olivia's forehead, "they're coming, baby. Just hang on."

End flashback.

That was at about nine pm; it was now nearing 5:30am. Elliot was exhausted but was flatly refusing to leave Olivia's side.

Cragen, Fin, Munch and Casey had all tried to convince him to go home for a few hours but he had declined each time with, 'I can't leave her. I love her too much. I let her down, I was supposed to have her back.'

No matter how much they told him that it wasn't his fault, Elliot just wouldn't listen to them so they ended up giving up and all vowed to return during the day to see Olivia.

The handsome blue eyed detective had nearly fallen asleep when he felt his hand being gently squeezed. His eyes sprung open and he leaned in to Olivia.

"Baby, if you can hear me squeeze my hand again," he whispered.

Olivia must've heard him because she gently squeezed his hand again and opened her beautiful brown eyes.

She slowly looked around the sterile, white hospital room in confusion before looking back at her protective partner.

"Hey Livvie, so glad to see you awake, babe," he said and kissed the back of her hand.

"What happened, El?"

"You were shot, baby. What's the last thing that you remember?" He asked. His voice filled with love and concern.

Olivia was silent for a moment while she thought. "The...the last thing I remember is kissing you goodnight outside my apartment building after you walked me home from Chauncey's," she replied.

"Baby, have you noticed anyone following you lately?" Elliot asked, going in to detective mode.

Olivia took a slow deep breath and nodded. "Yes, I have actually."

Elliot grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. "Who, Liv?"

The brunette licked her dry lips before answering. "Larissa O'Connor."

Elliot raised his eyebrow. "The rape victim which we didn't have enough evidence for a case?"

Olivia slowly nodded. "Yes, Elliot. She's been following me for at least a few days."

"Why didn't you say something about it then?" He asked, a little too harsh.

Olivia wasn't too impressed with Elliot's tone of voice. She snatched her hand out of his grip and turned away. "Get out," she seethed in a low, angry voice.

"Livvie..."

"Get. Out," she spoke louder. The anger and hurt evident in her voice, even though it was still pretty weak.

Elliot sighed and quietly walked out of the room to see Casey approaching.

She raised her eyebrow at the detective. "What got you to finally leave?"

The detective sighed. "'Livia kicked me out."

The red haired ADA crossed her arms on her chest. "What did you do to upset her so much to kick you out?"

Elliot ran a hand through his short brown hair. "She's been stalked for at least a few days and knew about it. She still did nothing about it though. I lost my temper and kinda went in to interrogation mode."

"Elliot, she just woke up from fucking surgery, you idiot. Go...Go do what you need to do. I'll stay with her," she said and walked in to Olivia's hospital room before Elliot could say another word.

"I thought I told you to go away," Olivia said without turning to face her visitor.

Casey sighed and sat down on the chair beside the bed, once occupied by Elliot. "It's Casey, Liv."

Olivia slowly turned and faced the ADA with a forced smile. "Hey."

Casey gently took her friend's hand and delicately caressed the back of it. "Hey honey. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. I think my pain meds have ran out," Olivia answered, honestly.

Casey looked up at the IV and noticed it was empty. "Yes it is, Liv," she replied and pressed the nurse call button.

Seconds later, a short, thin, blonde haired female nurse rushed in to the room.

"Is everything ok in here?" She asked in a gentle tone.

"Her pain meds ran out and she is in pain," Casey explained to the young nurse.

The nurse nodded, "I'll go get Dr Natalie Cummings."

"Thank you," Casey replied and looked back at her friend.

"Do you want me to call Simon?"

Olivia looked away momentarily before turning back and slowly shaking her head. "No thanks, Casey...We had a big fight. It was a mistake."

"What was, honey? Looking for him?"

Olivia nodded. "Yes, I've only had more problems arise from it."

Casey raised her eyebrow. "What do you mean, Liv? What problems?"