Disclaimer: Hello, well sadly I do not own any of these characters even though if I did I would be by far the happiest person ever. Obviously that will never happen and I did not get them for Christmas.):

A\N-Well even though this is my first fanfiction, I have been reading a lot of SVU fanfics and have been so inspired from them.

Summary- So I understand that there are so many Elliot coming back for Olivia stories but I still wanted to give it a shot so here we go. Oh, and this will definitely be EO because I completely adore them and how could you not.

"Thanks so much Lucy," Olivia greeted her babysitter as she walked into her apartment after a long day at work. She had spent the previous night at the precinct since the squad had to track down a serial rapist who preyed on little girls who were only nine years old. Every two hours they had a new victim until they had finally found the rapist only four victims later. Peter Arold. Even saying the name made her want to puke. At least they had adequate evidence to get him the maximum life sentence.

"No really, it's fine. I completely understand," Lucy replied despite her exhausted looking figure. Lucy gathered her purse and threw on her jacket while Liv took off her jacket and put down the files that were in her hands.

"Noah is fed, changed, and I was about to put him to sleep so he should be falling asleep soon," Lucy said, exhaustion overcoming her as she scarcely stifled a yawn. She began to open the door to exit when Olivia stopped her. "Thanks again Lucy, I really don't know what I would've done without you."

"You're welcome Liv,"Lucy said beginning to walk down the hallway, "I'll see you tomorrow." Olivia shut the door to her apartment and spotted Noah on his walker already dosing off. Glancing at the clock Olivia realized how truly late it was. It was 11:43pm. She bent down and lifted little baby Noah into her protective open arms and started swiftly pacing to Noah's room. Cautiously placing the sleeping child into the crib, Olivia quietly made her way out of the baby's room. Taking one last glance, her eyes darted from Noah's sleeping form to a picture frame on the nearby vanity set.

That picture, the picture she had kept for three years now, was of Elliot and the almost newborn Ellie Stabler. Elliot, looking as proud as a father could be, was holding the small little Stabler in his strong, caring, protective arms. She remembered the day she had been packing that box up with all of her ex-partner's items. A week later no one had come to claim it so she took it upon herself to take it home as a memory of him, his children, and their partnership. Thinking about their twelve-year long partnership and how it had ended, a single tear slid down her cheek and she turned off the light to the room, hoping to forget that last memory of his departure.

Olivia slowly made her way to her room and removing her clothes, she went to get her pajamas. As she opened her top drawer, she wasn't at all surprised when yet another reminder of Elliot's disappearance caught her gaze. It was the semper fidelis necklace that had been given to her as what she thought of as a goodbye gift since she would never see him again. For the first days after she received the necklace, Olivia had embraced the feel of his medallion around her neck, but then decided that it was too precious to her to ever lose so she put it somewhere safe to be treasured for long. She then put it on the left side of her top drawer underneath her clothes and along with the note.

After taking out the pair of pajamas, Olivia shut the drawer and changed into her pajamas. She then went back to her living room area where she had left her bag and dug out her badge and gun. Disposing them both into her bedroom bedside table drawer, where she always put them, she finally eased herself into her bed. The last thought she had before drifting off to sleep was of Elliot.

"Drop it! Drop your weapon now! Drop it! Drop it!" screamed Olivia in pure fear for her partner of seven years.

"I'm gonna shoot him!" Gitano shouted even louder.

"Shoot him!" Elliot commanded.

"Don't be an idiot Gitano, put the gun down or you're dead," Olivia shouted once again not knowing what to do.

"Pull the trigger! Don't even think about it!" Elliot ordered despite being in complete fear himself.

"You hear me he's gonna die!" Gitano yelled through the partners' conversation.

"Shoot him!" Elliot demanded yet once again.

"Shut up! Everybody shut up!" Gitano shouted once again interrupting Olivia from her thoughts longing to form a plan.

"Victor, there's no way out of this," Olivia said still not having an idea.

"Stop talking," Gitano ordered panicking from the situation.

"You know what's gonna happen if you don't put that gun down. Now enough people have died," Olivia stated, wanting just to calm Gitano and her partner down.

"Olivia," Elliot said in a voice just above a whisper that even Olivia could not recognize.

"And I know that you don't wanna die. You could have pulled the trigger on Detective Stabler and then I would have had to kill you. But you didn't do that, you didn't do that because you were being smart," Olivia continued, ignoring him.

"You've only got one chance. You gotta take it," Elliot pleaded with Olivia to take the shot.

"Where's Rebecca Victor? Is she alive?" Olivia asked, hopefully.

"I'm not gonna tell you dick until you drop the gun, bitch!"

"Shoot him!" Elliot yelled.

"Shut up Elliot!" Olivia shouted back.

"Stop moving or he's dead!"

"And then what? Do you really think that you're gonna walk out of here? Because that's not gonna happen. Now this is your choice. Dead or alive?" Olivia asked with her voice slightly wavering, allowing only Elliot to realize.

"I go, he goes," Gitano stated with conviction.

"Victor, tell us where Rebecca is and we can end this right now," Olivia offered trying to distract him as she moved closer.

"Dead. I used her up and I bled her dry. You wanna hear how she screamed? How she begged for her mommy?"

"Stop it," Olivia said as she resisted the urge to just kill the man.

"She was a slut down, and a real little whore," Gitano added.

"And I'm looking at a dead man," Elliot roared.

"Any closer, and you're gonna be wearing his brains on your coat!"

"Olivia, there is no reason to keep this piece of crap alive. Pull the trigger right now! Olivia, pull it! Shoot him!" Elliot reasoned for the third time.

"You know…you know that little girl? It's possible that she isn't dead. She could be locked up in this building somewhere, huh? Or someplace else 15 miles away. You really don't know do you?" Gitano said desperately.

"You're a liar!" Olivia spat at him.

"Yeah, well, that's the point," Gitano admitted.

"Tell us where she is, Victor," Olivia pleaded, hoping she did not sound as desperate as she really was.

"She's here! She's not dead, otherwise he would've been long gone! Unless you like them dead. You sick like that too Gitano? You like to play with corpses?"

"Yea, I like that. The deader the better. They don't fight as much," Gitano stated, earning a look of pure disgust from Olivia.

"You could kill us both, Victor, you'll still never walk out of here," Olivia growled back in disgust.

"Drop it, Drop the gun. Drop it now! Put the gun down now! Now! You cops don't come in here, or everybody dies!" Gitano shouted at the top of his lungs as there was sudden noise coming from behind them. In complete fear and panic he pulled the trigger and just as Elliot fell to the floor the sound traveled through the air.

"BANG!"

"Elliot!" Olivia shouted sitting up and waking up in a hot sweat. It Olivia a couple of seconds until she recollect her mind and herself. 'Great another Gitano nightmare. Fantastic. Nine years later and I still can't stop thinking of it. Hey, new record though the first nightmare not having to do with William Lewis in a while though,' she thought after calming down and not being at all surprised.

Olivia let out a long awaited sigh and was relieved at the fact that Noah had not awaken from her shrieks of terror. Before laying back down Olivia caught a glimpse of her alarm clock. It read 1:03am. Without wasting another second she quickly slipped back to sleep. The second time around Olivia found herself dreaming of nothing after being pushed past the limit of exhaustion.

Around an hour and a half later, Olivia awoke once again but this time was different and left her completely baffled. There was no crying from Noah, there was no message at her phone waiting to be answered, and it wasn't another nightmare. Olivia had just randomly woken up and could not go back to sleep. Even though Olivia couldn't explain it, she just didn't feel right. She felt as if something were wrong and that something was going to happen. Not ignoring the premonition as a mother she went to Noah's room, not losing a second.

When Olivia got to Noah's room, everything was calm and peaceful. Olivia made her way over to the crib, but found Noah sleeping as he was when she left him. Olivia looked around his room and made sure that his window was shut. Finally approving that everything in his room was okay, she moved on to the living room. Olivia then double checked that she had locked her doors before taking a seat on the sofa and just staring at the clock.

'Something doesn't seem right,' she thought to herself. She then closed her eyes and listened to her surroundings. The night was completely silent except for the regular sound of her refrigerator and the frequent car engines driving down her avenue. Suddenly, she heard a distant car door slam shut.

BANG!

A gunshot was heard by the neighborhood through the clear crisp silence. The next thing Olivia knew she was sprinting to her room and opening her top drawer desperately to get to her gun. Just as her fingers grazed upon the butt of her gun, she heard a second gunshot followed by a very faint and muffled cry. She clutched the gun, ran to check on Noah and in seeing that he was sound asleep, her cop instincts took over. She locked the door to his room, ran to grab her police radio from her room, and ran out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. On her way down the stairs she radioed for back up to meet her outside her house and called for a bus. When she got to the entrance, Olivia opened the door and burst through it.

As she approached the street, Olivia saw the injured person and ran closer to the slope of the street to help in any way she could since she was a person in authority with experience. She then bent down and realized something that shocked her to oblivion. She couldn't have been more shocked if her deceased mother were the person on the floor. Her heart rose up to her throat and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Tears blurred her vision with all her mixed emotions contradicting her. 'No,' she thought as she pushed all the anger she felt toward this man away so all she felt was worry. On the verge of having a panic attack and a breakdown, Olivia began to apply pressure to the gunshot wound on his stomach and took off her sweater to stop the blood on the second gunshot wound to his the left side of his chest.

"Elliot, no, God no," She said as she kept applying pressure. By now people were peering out of their windows to see what had happened, but were too scared to come to help. Staring down at her former partner's slumped body Olivia made her want to be sick. He had duct tape covering his mouth, a bruise covering his right eye, and little cuts everywhere. He was wearing sweats that were now soaked in blood and he was unconscious. He was losing blood quickly, but Olivia did not want to leave Noah alone for a long time.

Pulling out her phone from her pocket, Olivia dialed Fin's number as fast as possible. "Fin," she started as Fin answered," There were shots fired on my street, and please don't ask any questions now, just meet me here and bring the team cause I need someone to watch Noah. You need to come quick, I have to go, please hurry." She didn't wait for a response as she threw her phone off her shoulder and focused on the task at hand. She needed to wake him up somehow because she knew he was losing too much blood.

"Elliot, El, I need you to wake up," She said caressing his forehead with her thumb. The blood seeping through the material on her sweater scared her enough to make her turn pale. As gently as she possibly could, Olivia moved him carefully onto her lap.

"Come on, El wake up," Olivia pleaded. She took his hand and held it with her left hand as she continued to apply pressure. Around two minutes later Elliot began to stir awake and Olivia watched him as he began to open his eyes. When Elliot's eyes opened fully Olivia saw truly how scared he was. She had never seen him so scared before. As Elliot realized he had tape on his mouth he began to panic and squirm.

"El, it's okay, you're going to be okay," Olivia said as she squeezed Elliot's hand in her own. As soon as his eyes met hers he began to calm down. Seeing the pain in his eyes proved to be too much for her when she took him into her grasp and sat down fully on the floor. When Olivia saw Elliot struggling to speak, she as tenderly as possible, began to peel it off of his mouth.

"Try not to speak, Elliot," Olivia said after she finished peeling the tape off of him. Just then Olivia heard the bus coming and sure enough it was turning at the corner of the street. Right behind the bus were two squad cars who belonged to Fin and Nick. As the paramedics came over and began to lift Elliot onto the stretcher, she felt Elliot's grip on her hand tighten. She turned to face him. When she looked into his eyes she saw great fear and panic.

"Liv?" he said just above a whisper. "Yes, it's me and I'm coming with you," Olivia stated with only tenderness in her voice just as they went into the ambulance. Fin came up behind one of the paramedics and asked," You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just meet me at the hospital and I'll explain everything there, but for now have someone go into my apartment and stay with Noah until Lucy get there," Olivia stated. When Fin didn't reply, she realized he had seen Elliot. "I'll explain later," she repeated, earning a nod from Fin. After he left the paramedics told her that if she wasn't family she couldn't ride.

"Either you let me ride with him or I'll take him to the hospital in my car," Olivia threatened, her grip on Elliot's hand increasing in strength. The lead paramedic rolled his eyes, but complied with her demand. Olivia then took a seat near Elliot's head and watched over him just as a partner should always do.