Disclaimer: If Olivia's not starting a party in Elliot's pants, I don't own SVU.

Chapter 1: Officer Down

Three shots fired, one detective on the ground.

Olivia fell face first on the grimy warehouse floor. She knew she was hit. There was no way the pain she felt was only because of her fall; the pain was too excruciating.

She closed her eyes and attempted to push herself up, but failed and plopped right back on the ground, emitting a groan.

"Liv!" She heard in the distance. She closed her eyes, fighting her hardest not to give in to the pain.

"Liv, hang in there," Who's voice was that? She felt some sort of fabric being pressed firmly, yet with a caring touch on her back. Elliot. She realized. Of course, who else would it have been? She heard him call for a bus and she mouthed his badge number, as he announced it to the dispatcher, inwardly smiling.

"Hey, Liv, hang on, okay? EMS is on its way. Just stay with me."

"El?" Olivia opened her eyes.

"I'm right here, Liv, just hang on."

"It hurts, El." Elliot's heart broke hearing her admit she was in pain. Anyone who knew Olivia knew that she was too strong and had too much pride to admit she was in pain unless she was seriously hurt.

"I know it does. Just, just hang on." He pleaded. Silently, he was praying harder than he ever had in his life. Please God, she doesn't deserve this. Don't do this to her. Keep her here. I know she's a great person and you want her up there with you, but right now you can't have her. I need her more than I could have ever imagined. Don't let her die. Please, God, if you want to take anyone take me, not her. She's too good for this.

A single tear escaped from Elliot's eye and slid down his face.

"Elliot," Her eyelids were slowly drooping.

"Hey, hey, stay with me. I can hear the ambulance already." He began to press his jacket more firmly on her back.

"El, let me go."

Elliot's brow furrowed. "What? No. I'm not letting you go, Olivia." She closed her eyes.

"I-I've lost, lost too much blood. There's no chance that I'll-" Elliot interrupted before she continued.

"Olivia, there's no way in hell I'm letting you go. Look at me. Liv, look at me." She opened her eyes a bit, still wincing. "You're going to make it. You're going to be okay."

Elliot wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Olivia or himself. He was so damn afraid for her. In the back of his mind, he scolded himself for not seeing the guy earlier.

The man who shot Olivia, Lloyd Thompson, was one of two perps that were the founders of some cult that raped, tortured, and killed young boys as a sacrifice, then simply dumped them in alleys. Olivia had been aiming her gun at the other perp, Roland Stiles, when Lloyd had shot her three times in the back. Elliot, who had been on the opposite side of the warehouse, had run faster than his legs had ever carried him to get to where he heard the gunshots.

When EMT finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity to both Elliot and Olivia, they loaded Olivia into the truck and Elliot sat beside her, holding her hand and praying.

When they got to the hospital, he was met by Cragen, Munch, and Fin. Elliot had tried to follow Olivia, but was held back by his three co-workers. Not wanting to just sit around, Elliot walked to the nearest bathroom, leaving behind three concerned men.

He leaned against the sink, staring down at his hands covered in Olivia's blood. He closed his eyes, refusing to let himself cry. She needs you to be strong, Elliot. Opening his eyes again, he turned on the faucet, quickly washed off Olivia's blood from his hands, splashed some water on his face, and left the bathroom.

When Elliot returned to the waiting room, he saw that Casey had just arrived and was bawling into Munch's shoulder. Elliot grinded his teeth together to keep from crying himself. He hated himself for not sticking with Olivia. She was a damn good cop, but she always ended up in life-threatening situations.

He shook his head and took a seat across from Munch and Casey, next to Fin. Putting yourself in life-threatening situations on a daily basis was the first rule of being a cop. How the hell could he be blaming Olivia for this? This was his fault. He knew that. Had he not been on the other side of the warehouse, he could've shot the bastard before he got to Olivia.

Putting his head in his hands, Elliot now realized that not only had he gotten his partner shot, he had let the perps escape. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, still trying to prevent the waterfall of tears he knew was coming.

Cragen rubbed his forehead, trying to rid himself of the fear he felt. He was worried about Elliot. He knew that if Olivia did die, God forbid, Elliot wouldn't handle that well. He was barely able to handle this and Olivia was still alive. He looked over at him and noticed how a light hue of crimson was still visible on Elliot's hands.

Cragen knew that Elliot was beating himself up about Olivia getting hurt even though it was no one's fault but the perps's. He scanned his eyes over the other four people that he knew were incredibly worried for Olivia. Fin was slouching with his head leaning against the wall and Munch had one arm wrapped around Casey, who had stopped bawling, but was still sobbing every now and then into Munch's shoulder.

They were more than just a squad, they were a family.

Cragen sighed and leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes. His prayer was four simple words. Don't let her die.

There were a select few of people that John Munch truly cared for. Olivia was definitely toward the top of that list. John knew that if he could find a woman with even half the qualities as Olivia, he'd be set for life. Olivia was just an amazing person and John admired her strength and ability to put up with him; not many women could.

John felt like screaming. The atmosphere between the five of them was filled with too much despair. Never had it been this quiet. Elliot brooding over Olivia wasn't making John's need to scream any better and neither was Casey softly crying into his shoulder.

"She's a fighter, Case, she'll be okay." He whispered to her. But honestly, he had no clue if Olivia would be okay. He could only hope.

Fin exhaled, simply wishing that this whole ordeal was over. He wondered what would've happened had Olivia not gotten injured. Elliot and Olivia would've arrested the bastards, interrogated them, got their confession, and the squad would've gone out for drinks at O'Malley's.

Fin turned his head slightly to his left and looked at Elliot. The man was a wreck. He felt for him, though. He knew what it was like to have someone you care for deeply get hurt. But this was a lot different; Elliot was in love with Olivia. Of course, Elliot had never admitted it, but it was pretty damn clear. Fin could see it, he knew Munch could see it, Casey had to see it seeing as she spent most of her free time with Olivia, and he was pretty sure that Cragen could see it.

Casey sniffled and lifted her head from John's shoulder. She leant forward, resting her face in her hands. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her best friend, the one person who she could trust with anything, was critically injured. Casey bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying again and wiped her eyes. God, help Olivia get better and help Elliot stay strong. He's going to break soon. Amen.

The hospital waiting room was littered with the five people that cared the most about Olivia, all doing the same thing; praying for her health.