Can't stand losing you

Yup, its been a long long time but I'm fucking back . I've been through so much since I last wrote (It must be a good year or so?) and I just thought of this recently. I'm back to writing, let me know how I'm doing :P. By the way, a box of tissues might be needed for this fic.

I don't own them, Mr. Wolf would be pulling his hair out by now..

Elliot's P.O.V:

"How, how can I let this happen?" I think to myself as this situation unfolds. My eyes fill with tears, but I make sure to let none of them fall. This must be the worst day of my life. Nope this incident doesn't involve my children, my ex-wife, my brother, or my parents. It doesn't involve me either. It involves the person who makes me happy when shit happens, who controls me when I'm at rock bottom, and has my back for everything I do. This person is Olivia Serena Benson; my partner, my blood, my everything.

"Elliot Elliot!" The captain calls out. I'm not even listening right now.

"What?" I said looking at the blood stained sidewalk. My gun still hanging in my hand.

"This isn't your fault."

"Are you fucking crazy?" I swore, "I let my partner get shot, I wasn't there to back her up, I wasn't doing my job."

"You shot the bastard."

"Damn straight, the same place he shot Liv…" I breathed, "Right in the chest."

"He's dead Elliot."

"Good. That's what he gets. What do you think about Olivia?"

"She isn't looking too good, they said it was very close to the heart and there was massive bleeding."

"What if-"I can't even say it, my eyes tear up and it's apparent that I'm crying. It feels like everything is turning black and white.

"She's not going to, she's a strong woman. Just be there for her Elliot." He said patting me on the back walking away.

I broke every speed law there was trying to get there. I know she would be in surgery but for how long was anyone's guess. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm caught in a dream… scratch that… a nightmare. If she dies, I won't know what to do. The thought alone sends tears running down my face. Why do I care so much? I couldn't tell you. This flaming desire growing as the years go by. When it's just us at night alone in the precinct, I can't help but look, or wonder what would happen if I kissed her. I would shake that thought off as she would ask me what I was looking at. If only I could tell her.

I whip into the parking lot faster than a race car driver and rush in. I need to see her.

A short chapter.. wadda think?