OMGOMGOMG! Who else saw that preview?! Who else thinks that next week is THE WEEK???? I DO!! This was begging to be written, and if I get enough reviews, it just might turn into a series of oneshots! So enjoy, and please review!
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It all happened so fast. The blast of the gunshot, the stench of gunpowder, the sound of Elliot hitting the ground.
I saw it all happen, and I was helpless to even move. By the time I could force my feet to take me to his side, he was already sprawled out on the cold concrete, blood flowing like a cruel crimson tide.
"Officer down," I heard myself scream hoarsely. But the words meant nothing. All that I could think of, all that I could see was my partner, injured and helpless.
Vaguely I heard Fin call for a bus, but it was surreal. This was Elliot, my strength, my weakness. I reached down and covered the wound as best as I could.
He stirred and groaned, shifting under my hand, and I forced myself to speak. I had to comfort him. I had to do something. "Relax, El," I whispered. "You're going to be okay. The bus is coming."
He forced his eyes open, and I could easily see how much effort it took. "Liv..."
I nodded. "I'm here, Elliot. You're going to be fine."
He coughed, and I nearly jumped when he grabbed my hand and clung to it. "Liv... gotta..."
I wrapped my fingers around his hand and squeezed. "Shh... The ambulance is coming."
He forced his eyes open, and I could easily see how much effort it took. "Liv..."
He coughed again, his eyelids fluttering shut. "Love... love you..."
My heart came to a pounding halt in my chest. Love? He loved me? I held his hand tighter, silently thanking Munch when he knelt down beside us and draped his jacket over Elliot. From the look on his face, I knew he'd heard it too. I looked away from him.
Somewhere I could hear the wailing of the sirens in the distance, and I looked at my partner again. "Please, be okay," I whispered. Stealing a glance at Munch, I dared to lean down and brush my lips against his forehead. He needed the contact, and so did I.
He sighed softly, then groaned as I withdrew. I frowned. "It's okay, El."
I kept repeating my mantra as the ambulance pulled up, and I kept repeating it as they got him into the ambulance. I climbed in behind the paramedics. There was no way in hell he was leaving my sight.
The engine roared to life, and I continued to cling to Elliot's hand as they worked on him. I couldn't lose him.
Because if I lost him, I knew I'd lose my sanity.
The End
A/N: Whew, that was fast. So, anyone interest in a sequel? Oh, forget it. Who wants to see EO lovin' next week?! Woo hoo!!