Authors note- This fanfiction is going to be a different one shot every chapter from the ship of Amanda and Nick, these chapters will mostly have a theme of Amanda and Nick comforting each other during their hardest times and each chapter won't be related to the others. If any of my readers have a request I would be happy to try and write a chapter for you, I hope you enjoy this chapter-Izzy

Shot

I see the flash of cameras as I walk behind Amanda and Fin, she has the perp in handcuffs and keeps hold of her as we walk down the steps towards the car, I watch as Amanda puts her into the car and she makes her way over to the drivers side. I am not paying attention and only look away for a second when I hear the shot, I turn and see Amanda sliding down the car with blood pouring out of the opened wound that is now on her shoulder. I race over and push my way through the crowd of cops that is now forming around her, I catch her head before it hits the street and cradle it, her blond hair covers my hands as I try to insure no blood gets mixed in with the hair that lately has been driving me crazy. I can see that her white coat is now stained with her own blood and a puddle is quickly being collected underneath where she lays, I try and locate where the bullet went in and if it could be fatal. I whisper her name and as much as it pains me to leave her I follow Olivia as she runs across the street to the building where the bullet came from, we race up the stairs and make it to the roof but by time we get there it's already too late, there isn't anyone up here and as I look down at the view Amanda's shooter saw I see Fin carry her and put her into the back of a car. The car speeds off and the sound of sirens fills the air as they speed down the street and while we were too late on finding the shooter I have to believe it won't be too late for Amanda.

I make my way into the hospital and notice the lack of people here, I don't even care how late it is right now I need to see her, I pass by some nurses and flash them my badge so I can avoid having to sign in, I don't want people to know I came to visit her, alone. I find my way to her room and walk inside to find her laying there in her hospital bed, there are so many things she is hooked up too and it's almost enough to make me step back and leave, I thought I could handle seeing her in this much pain, to see her being the victim of a crime this time instead on the other side of it but maybe it's all just too much, her pain is causing me my own. I step closer to her bed and take her hand into mine, its cold but I keep holding it, not knowing if it's for me or her that needs to keep holding on. She stirs and I quickly pull my hand away, the last thing I would want is to freak her out by holding her hand, during this whole event I have come to realize the feelings I have for her but I can't count on here feeling the same way. Who in their right mind would develop feelings for someone who works crazy and non stop hours and whenever I'm not at work I am spending time with my two children, from two different relationships might I add, no one is that crazy. I move to walk away and leave it all behind, hoping to leave my feelings behind in the process when she opens up her eyes, I look down and see her big and beautiful blue eyes staring back up at me, she smiles "Nick"

"Hi" her words are a little bit slurred as if she was drunk, I can tell it is from the medication and pills they put her on for the pain, it was a nasty shoulder injury and she will need physical therapy for god knows how long when she gets out of the hospital.

"What are you doing here?" she doesn't sound mad, just bubbly as she asks me why I came to visit her. I don't take her light tone easily considering she might not even remember I had been here in the morning.

"I came to come and see you, how are you feeling?" she laughs, it isn't a nervous one but it isn't her normal laugh, it's higher and definitely drug induced, it makes me laugh with her.

"You look different, where's your suit?" I look down at my jeans and t-shirt that I have been wearing to work since Amanda's shooting, this case has torn me apart and I had been working my ass off to find the person who did this to her, suddenly I wasn't so preoccupied with my outfit and looking put together, how could I when I felt myself falling apart on the inside, she has made me feel like this.

"I haven't been wearing it to work lately I guess" she tries to sit up and winces at the pain she feels from using her upper arm strength, I rush over to her side and help her try and sit up more comfortably "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine" she rolls her head over onto the pillow and reaches up to touch my face, I stay still as she stokes me face, a smile breaks out across her face and she laughs again "Your face has gotten scruffy" she drops her hand and I bring mine up to my face to trace where she has just touched me, I could swear I still felt her gentle touch even after it's gone.

"Yeah, I should probably shave soon" everything has been put on hold since she has been in the hospital. How am I supposed to worry about the basic necessity of shaving when she is laying in a hospital bed fighting off an infection, I have been loosing my mind with worry about her. I think back to my time with Amanda and I can't remember the time when she stopped only being one of my partners and started to become someone that I am constantly drawn too like a magnet.

"I like it, it looks nice" she laughs again and is thrown into a short lived fit of giggles. I restrain myself from telling her how I have been feeling, I could easily tell her my feeling and leave, she probably wouldn't even remember I had been here and I could just lay all my cards on the table and walk away, no fear of rejection. The only problem is that I want her to know, I also want her to tell me she feels the same way. "What time is it?"

"Late"

"What are you doing here so late?"

"I just wanted to check on you before I went home" I smile at her, it's the truth, I knew I wouldn't have been able to get a good night sleep without seeing her first. I look over and see her starting to fall asleep again "I should probably get going now, let you get some sleep"

"Okay" I start to walk away when she grabs my hand, it's not a tight pull but it is definitely affecting me "Thank you"

"For what?"

"Visiting me, I missed you" she drops my hand after a few seconds more and then falls back to sleep. I walk out of the room and can't stop feeling Amanda's hand on mine, what was this girl doing to me? I get in my car and drive myself home, I try to sleep for a little while but it is useless, I thought just seeing her would make me feel more reassured but I'm not sure I will be okay until we catch the son of a bitch that hurt her, hurt my Amanda. Who knew that one shot would make me finally admit that I may be in danger of falling in love with Amanda Rollins.

I was watching the episode where Amanda got shot and I couldn't help but notice the way Nick literately looked like he was falling apart over it, how he stopped wearing suits to work throughout the whole investigation and he stopped shaving, after seeing his behavior it inspired me to write this fanfiction so I hope you like it, if so please leave me a review and I will be updating soon I hope, until next time-Izzy