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This one takes place either between Loss and Ghost or between Ghost and Lead. A/O of course. Enjoy!

I know that in Witness Protection, you are 100% not allowed any contact with your former friends. But when I see on the news that Olivia's been shot, I can't help but hop on the first flight to New York City. I don't care about blowing my cover or that my life might be in danger and I don't even tell DEA Agent Hammond, even though I know there will be hell to pay later. I just know that I can't lose the love of my life without at least saying goodbye. She's always been there when I needed her, right by my side, and now it's my turn to do the same. I love her, and that negates everything else.

I don't go back to my old apartment or the precinct or the DA's office. I go straight to Mercy General, ask which room Olivia's in, and I guess the look on my face tells the lady at the front desk that I mean business, because she doesn't even question my motives.

I sprint to her room – well, as fast as I can in four inch high heels – and fling open the door. The sight of her takes my breath away. Sure, her arm is all bandaged up and she's hooked up to an IV and she looks so pale and vulnerable that my heart wrenches, but she's so beautiful and I've missed her so much. "Liv," is all I can manage as I perch beside her on the bed. I can't say anything else because I fear I might burst into tears.

She notices me and her face lights up, but the first word out of her mouth as she holds out her arms to me is, "Angel."

Maybe she's more out of it than I thought. Is it that she doesn't recognize me because it's been so long or is it that the gunshot somehow impacted her memory? "What?"

She smiles weakly and lays her head back down on the pillow. "I prayed for my angel and now she's here."

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