A/N: I was so happy with the reviews for last chapter so I have decided to post this two days early. I hope you like it. This is the last chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything or anyone you recognize.

The two fired shots startled everyone in that small room, except the person who had fired the bullets. It was a junior uniformed officer in his second year, who had snuck in from the back door. His name was James Emery.

Elliot watched in horror as his wife dropped to the hardwood floor with Gianni, with a loud thud.

"'Livia!" He called out to her as he ran over to her.

He pushed Gianni's lifeless body off of his wife. "Baby?" He murmured as he caressed her soft cheek with the back of his hand. "Livvie? Baby? Wake up to me," he whispered.

He looked up at another officer as Fin called for Melinda to take Gianni's dead body away.

"Grab the paramedics! Now! Please!" He ordered and looked back down at his wife's pale, limp, unconscious body. "Livia! Wake up, baby. Dylan is waiting to see his Mommy, so is Ebony, back at the station house."

Olivia's eyes slowly opened as the paramedics ran in with supplies and a gurney.

She smiled slightly up at her husband. "Hey, handsome. Where's our baby boy? Is he ok?" Her voice was faint and hoarse.

Elliot and the children always came before her.

Before Elliot could answer, a soft young voice bet him to it. "I'm here, Mom. Uncle Fin brought me back in here," he told his mother.

"Hey buddy," Olivia whispered, seeing her boy was unharmed and kneeling down beside her.

She wanted to reach up and caress his cheek but the paramedics were connecting her up to an IV of saline and a portable monitor.

"Was she shot?" Elliot asked the female paramedic, not sure if it was all Gianni's blood on her or not.

"She doesn't appear to be, but she'll be fully assessed at the hospital, sir. It could just be from shock."

"Baby, are you in any pain?" Elliot asked, walking beside the gurney, holding her hand with one hand and holding Dylan, who was perched on his hip, with the other.

"Not much, El. I don't think I was shot," Olivia replied through the operating oxygen mask on her face, covering her nose and mouth.

"Sir, you and your son will need to follow in a car. I'm sorry but we need room to work, if need be," the nameless female medic informed him as they reached the ambulance.

Elliot kissed his wife's forehead and squeezed her hand gently. "See you soon, baby. I love you."

Dylan waved to his mother and blew her a kiss. "See you real soon, Mom."

Olivia pretended to catch the flying invisable kiss and blew one back. "Definitely, buddy. See you soon. I love you both," she replied and the medic put her in the back of the ambulance.

The doors were shut and they rushed off toward the hospital.

"Come on, son," Elliot said and they rushed off to the car, so they could follow the speeding ambulance.

The detective put on the lights and sirens, so he could keep up. To stay close to his wife.

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Elliot was pacing around the emergency department's family waiting room of Mount Sinai Medical Center, while Dylan and Ebony quietly dozed on a chair each, in between Alex and Cragen. It had been a very long one and a half hours and they were still waiting for news on Olivia's condition. If Gianni had hurt her or not. If she'd accidentally been shot or not. He needed answers and he needed them now.

"Elliot, sit your ass down. You're making me dizzy just watching you," Cragen spoke up suddenly, having enough of watching the first grade detective pacing. It looked like he would burn a hole in the dark grey carpet, if he kept it up.

Elliot slumped down in to a chair two seats from Alex and sighed, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. "What the hell is taking so long?"

"Sorry about the wait," an older male's voice apologized.

Elliot's head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice and he stood up, facing the doctor in the doorway.

The man looked to be in his mid to late fifties. He was bolding but the hair he had was grey and he was wearing a white doctor's coat over a pair of dark green scrubs.

"Mr Stabler, I presume. I'm Dr Garret Jenks and I treated your wife today."

"How is she, doctor? Please tell me that she was shot or hurt some other way,' he spoke fast, panicking.

The doctor placed a friendly hand on Elliot's shoulder. "Calm down, sir. Your wife was not shot. She's fine besides a little stressed. She is asking for you."

Elliot swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Thank you. What room is she in?"

Dr Jenks shook Elliot's offered hand. "You're welcome, sir. She is in room 18. Just down the hall there," he said, pointing toward the hallway he had appeared from, "forth door on your left."

The blue eyed detective looked at Cragen and Alex. A silent plea to watch the sleeping children, to which they both nodded.

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Olivia lay in the hospital bed, half dozing, with a nasal cannula in her nose. She was also connected up to some IV fluids and a heart monitor as a pre-caution.

Hearing the door open, she opened her eyes and looked over to see who her visitor was. She smiled, seeing her loving husband walk in.

"Hey baby," he greeted her with a small smile.

"Hi honey," she replied as he sat down in the chair beside her hospital bed.

He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling ok. They just want to keep me in for a few hours, just for observation. We'll be home before it gets too late. Where are the kids?"

Elliot smiled. "Sleeping in the family waiting room, baby. Alex and Cragen are watching them."

Olivia nodded. "Thank you so much for saving me and Dylan. How did you find us so quickly?" She asked, curiously.

She was surprised and so grateful at the same time, at how fast they'd gotten there.

"I got them to track your cell phone, baby and then we found out that it was Antonio's house, that Gianni had taken you to," he answered her question, honestly.

The brunette ran a hand down her face, absorbing the new information. "Is Gianni really dead? Are we really safe?"

Elliot got up and sat down on the bed beside his wife. He caressed her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. He looked in to her tired, wet, mocha brown eyes, as he spoke. "Yes, baby. Gianni is dead. Melinda even confirmed it, he's on a slab in the morgue. We really are safe, Livvie."

The brown eyes woman sighed in relief. She could finally feel safe. She and her family finally did not have to live their lives in fear. She finally felt released. Free.

She didn't have to worry about Antonio because he had been transferred to a maximum security prison for life.

"What are you thinking about, babe?" Elliot asked his wife after a long, uncomfortable silence, where the brunette seemed deeply lost in thought.

Olivia sighed and licked her dry lips, not removing her eyes from his.

"I'm just thinking that we're finally safe, El. We don't have to live in fear anymore."

Elliot caressed her arm and let his tired wife snuggle in to him.

Just as they did, the door flung open and two energetic, recharged children, who had just woken from a nap, ran in.

"Hey babies, come jump up here with us."

"Mommy, missed you lots!" Ebony said, forgetting her inside voice as she snuggled up to her mother, on the opposite side to her father.

"I missed you too, baby girl."

"Mom, are you ok?" Dylan asked, trying to get close too.

Olivia caressed her son's cheek. "Yep. How about you, little man?"

Dylan nodded. "Yeah," he offered, quietly, rightfully emotionally traumatized.

Elliot and Olivia both looked at their children. Their family. They then looked at each other, thinking sadly in unison, 'safe until next time....'

A/N: I thought I would end it on a good note. Please review.