Alrighty, well, it's been quite a while since I've given you guys anything. Fear not! Summer is approaching! So, if the season finale doesn't kill me, I will be able to update on a more frequent basis.

I have re-worked this story to fit better with the cannon storyline. I originally started this when "The Hand" was still unknown and now that he's been revealed I've changed details and added a bit more and I've edited my writing somewhat. The first time around, people were adamant about the addition of smut to this piece. It won't happen in this chapter, but eventually that addition will be made with the assumption I can actually write smut. This is the girl who's about to turn eighteen in less than a week and has yet to have had a first kiss. Nevertheless, E. L. James, here I come!

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Brian couldn't wait to be free of the hospital bed that had confined him for the last four days. The doctors were advising him completely to stay at least a week and once he got home to remain on bed rest and allow someone to cater to his every need. He couldn't deny that his entire upper-body hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. He thought about how nice it would be to have Olivia as the one taking care of him. That thought allowed his others to stray to something quite a bit less innocent. Maybe it was just to be explained by the frequent exposure to prostitutes for the last three years, but his brain quickly conjured up the image of Olivia in a tight, skimpy, leave-little-to-the-imagination nurse's uniform; something very similar to what he assumed could be found in porn.

Brian quickly tried to shoo the images away as he had more respect for Olivia than his subconscious mind was giving him credit for. Before he realized it his eyes had closed yet again and he could see his eyes starting at the floor and gradually working their way up a pair of mile-long, toned legs. But once his eyes hit the hem of the short, very short, white skirt, his eyes flew open. No! He couldn't do that to Olivia. It was then he realized that he now needed to calm the little-guy down and quickly. He shook his head as if to shake it of its thoughts and picked up the remote for the television hoping to find a baseball game to take his mind off of the brunette beauty.

"Breaking news: we have word of a shooting that involved an NYPD detective and two unidentified males. In the recent wake of the imprisonment of numerous members of the NYPD and the DA's office we suspect that the detective may have been a target. Detective Olivia Benson of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit played a strong role in the arrest of each of these high-profile people."

Brian didn't hear the rest of the broadcast as he quickly ripped the IV out of his arm and removed the pulse monitor from his finger ignoring the long, steady tone that followed. He groaned in pain as he tried to get to his feet as quickly as possible. By the time he made it to half-way down the hall, a nurse stopped him.

"Sir, you need to go back to your room."

"No. Olivia Benson? Where is she? I need to know where she is!" He told the nurse frantically before going into a fit of coughing. He was completely out of breath and panicking.

"Sir, really, you need to go back to your room. You're not well enough to be out of bed yet."

"I have to know how she is! Please!" he begged. Brian had never felt more desperate or helpless in his entire life. Just yesterday, Olivia was leaning over him as he lay in his hospital bed kissing him, and now she could be dying for all he knew.

The nurse could visibly see Brian's desperation and she could hear it in his voice. She sighed as she gave in. "You said 'Olivia Benson,' correct?"

Brian nodded as he tried to catch his breath.

"Alright, let's get you into a wheelchair and then I'll see what I can do about getting some information on your-" The nurse stopped there not knowing the relationship the two had.

"Girlfriend," he spoke up despite the fact that their relationship lacked a definitive title just yet.

When the nurse went to help him into the wheelchair he pushed her hands away in refusal of assistance. He did, however, allow her to push him. As soon he was pushed out of the elevator in the lobby, Brian quickly spotted Munch, Fin, and the temporary captain of SVU: Steven Harris.

"How is she?! Have you heard anything?!" Brian immediately asked.

Harris was the first to speak up, "Benson was ambushed by two white males. By the time she could react they'd already put three bullets in her. She barely put the call in. Dispatch had to trace her location. She's in surgery, but she flat-lined twice in the ambulance."

Brian buried his head in his hands. He was terrified. He couldn't lose her now, not when he'd finally got her back after thirteen years. He needed her. As soon as he had seen her in the interrogation room everything that he had felt for her thirteen years ago came rushing back. She had to be okay.

He remembered being with her the night Cragen had called after finding Carissa dead in his bed. It had been completely spur of the moment that Olivia had invited him up to her apartment for a drink and to catch up. They were barely through the first glass when one thing lead to another and the two were kissing on Olivia's couch. Until that moment, Brian hadn't realized just how much he truly missed her. One night thirteen years ago had very much left him wanting more of Olivia Benson and not just in a sexual manner. He wondered where the two of them would be today had she accepted his offer to pursue a relationship.

As things began to heat up gradually more and more, Olivia had taken Brian's hand and lead him to the bedroom not wanting to have sex on her couch and not knowing what thirteen years of pent-up energy would release. It was early morning before the two stopped and just laid there together in the sheets of Olivia's bed naked, sweaty, and completely satisfied. Olivia had nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and placed a few light kisses onto his chest as she closed her eyes to try to catch at least a few hours of sleep. Brian could smell the faint aroma of her shampoo emanating from her shiny, dark hair. He had then found himself rubbing gentle circles onto the soft skin of her back with the tips of his fingers. He could hear her sigh and then felt her snuggle closer into his body.

No, Brian couldn't lose her because, if he did, it would simply kill him as though his heart were a piece of fracturing glass; slowly cracking until it finally shattered completely.

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Just how kinky are we talking here guys? I don't want to go off the deep end on my first try.

~Liv