Okay, people! I'm back and better than ever, so hold on, cause this is gonna be a bumpy ride!

This story is dedicated to KaydenceRei, Blazes and all the fans of this story!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. At least, that's what my therapist says. I'm getting a second opinion.

Olivia pulled her gun from the holster resting on her hip, raising it before nodding at her partner Elliot. Elliot returned the nod before throwing the door open and running into the apartment, shouting "Police!" As they examined the room, a noise announced an unwelcome presence from another room. Again Elliot shouted, but the noise had stopped. Olivia tentatively touched her partner's arm, pointing silently to a door in the far corner of the apartment. Quickly they made their way to the door, but before Elliot could grab the handle, the door was flung open, and Elliot stared into the cold barrel of a gun.

"Nice of you to finally join the party, Detective," the man holding the gun purred. "And I see you brought your lovely partner with you, too. But don't you think it's a little dangerous to bring her into a room with a gun wielding psycho?"

Olivia flinched, but Elliot held his steely posture.

The man took a step forward, and Elliot instinctively stepped in front of his partner, keeping his gun trained on the man.

"A little overprotective, aren't we there Detective Stabler?" the man taunted.

Olivia stepped in.

"Why don't you put your gun down, Trey? You can walk out of here in one piece," she suggested calmly.

Before she or Elliot could react, Trey grabbed Olivia, wrapped his arm around her throat and pressed his gun to her temple.

"Now, Liv," Olivia shuddered at the nickname only Elliot used. "We're going to play a game. It's called Come With Me, And Your Partner Lives. Wanna play?" he asked.

Olivia nodded slowly, reminding herself that this man wouldn't hurt her, he only wanted to mess with her head. She saw Elliot move forward, and her eyes met his, seeing his fear and concern.

Elliot moved forward again, and Trey shrieked, "Liv, you'd be wise to tell your partner not to come any closer! You wouldn't want him to have an unfortunate encounter with my gun, now would you?"

"No," Olivia said softly. "Elliot, back up."

Elliot's gaze jerked back and forth between her and Trey, and his grip on his gun tightened.

"Okay, Olivia, it's time for us to go. And since I don't trust your temperamental partner over there, we're gonna walk like this," he tightened his arm around her throat to demonstrate.

"And Detective, don't try anything. I can put a bullet into her brain before you take your next breath. Remember that." And with that, he forced Olivia toward the door, maintaining his grip on her throat.

At the door, Trey leaned over and whispered into Olivia's ear.

"Sorry, darlin'. I lied."

Olivia gasped as Trey roughly shoved her back into the room, the force of the blow sending her to the ground. She watched as Elliot dove to catch her, and her heart leapt into her throat when she heard a gun go off once, twice. She kept her eyes closed until she heard a dull thud. When she opened her eyes, she saw Trey lying on the floor, blood spewing from a hole in his head.

"Good luck explaining this to the Feds, Stabler," she groaned sarcastically, pushing herself up off of the floor. Glancing around the room, she saw her partner sprawled out on the floor, and she sighed.

"Okay, Stabler, you can get up now. Cragen won't hurt you that bad," Olivia muttered, kneeling beside him. It was when she noticed the dark liquid seeping from beneath her partner that reality hit her. With a cry of anguish, she carefully pulled him into her arms and gently cradled his upper body.

"Elliot!" she cried, shaking him gently. "Come on, baby, open your eyes! Let me see those beautiful blue eyes." She held her breath and watched as his eyelids flickered open.

"Are… Are you okay?" he gasped.

"I'm fine. Hold on, El. Help's on the way," she assured him.

He coughed violently, then spoke again.

"They're… they're not gonna make it," he rasped.

"Yes they are, Elliot! You can't give up on me!" she cried, holding him closer. She watched as he lifted one hand to weakly stroke her cheek.

"Liv, I love you," he spoke, his frightening clear.

"I love you too, baby. But you have to stay with me, okay? You can't go to sleep," she said, kissing his forehead.

"Liv, I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes dimming.

"No, Elliot, you can't leave me. Not like this," she sobbed.

She leaned down and gently pressed her warm lips to his cold, pliant ones. As she pulled away, she saw his lips turn up in a weak smile. A tear slid down his cheek, and she gently wiped it away with her thumb, ignoring the tears pouring down her own cheeks. His breathing grew shallow and labored, and she held back a painful scream.

"Liv, I'm sorry," he gasped, reaching for her hand and gripping it as tightly as he could.

"I, I love you, Olivia," he whispered as his eyes slid shut.

She felt his grip loosen on her hand, and she leaned down to hear him say her name with his last breath.

"Olivia." Then he was gone.

Cradling her best friend and partner's lifeless body in her arms, Olivia Benson let out a mournful wail.