Disclaimer
I don't own anything in reference to Law and Order: SVU. They are all in property of Dick Wolf; I'm just using them for fun.
The Dusk Stalker
Author's Note
I came up with this idea after I wrote 'Jealousy'; I started developing the plot after the idea came to me. This is rated MA, just a reminder before readers have anything against that might be included in the story. This is dedicated to Danielle, a good friend of mine who loves stories such as these. And also I would love it if I have some beta readers to critique this story, and I surely wouldn't mind if I had a few comments from readers who might like this John/Olivia story. Now I have stated everything I had in mind, I hope you enjoy this story.
-Gemini15
Summary
A shoot-out at a grocery store calls the NYPD to act upon the crisis, a life of a well respected detective is stolen and weighs upon everyone at 16th Precinct especially Olivia Benson, but later she finds herself in jeopardy.
Genre
Drama, Romance, Crime
Warnings
Violence
Adult Language
Sexual Situations
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It is unfair to us all, that fate determines everything…even when there is a matter between life and death.
-Gemini15
She was frightened and worried; Olivia knew she had every damn right to be. It started out as phone call that disturbed her sleep, not so disturbing when she was struck by this news. Dressing up and rushing to a taxicab she felt the insides of her stomach churned in response to her fear.
What if this shot was much different than the other ones he already has received?
What if he was in critical condition?
So many questions roamed like a swarm under her mental barrier, unable to free themselves until fear and worry entered the stage of oblivion. Warm glistening tears gushed forth down her cheeks. She strained herself from breaking into tears.
Don't start crying now, you're stronger than this, he'll be okay
Those thoughts that were formed to fight the gushing tears were not laborious, instead they continued. From then she gave up, and for the first time she silently sobbed to her displeasure. And she did this in the backseat of the taxicab.
The driver glanced at his mirror, looking the saddened Olivia. Olivia was careless to his glances, she only care of another matter that was shown outside by the side of her window.
Sirens belonging to police cars could be heard, loud ones. Red lights belonging to ambulances and police cars whirled around in the crying clouds, drops of rain splashed against her side of the window, beating upon the glass so that she could hear them.
A trembling hand grasped around the handle of the car door to the driver's impatience, pulling it slowly and opening the door.
She winced at the rain already drenching her dark-brown hair to a mop; she pulled her black jacket around her and closed the yellow door of the taxicab. As the cab sped off she turned to the maze of NYPD officers running around.
It seems that this was the aftermath of the shootout, and a hand stopped on her shoulder and she turned to her left to look into the eyes of Donald Cragen. His hand placed upon her shoulder spoke of solace, not like the one when Elliot was shot in the courtroom on the arm, but this was much more.
Something terrible happened, not only a detective receiving a gunshot, but of something close to a tragedy that has taken its toll. Paramedics transported a man on a stretcher towards the opened doors into the ambulance…the man's face was identified with Elliot's, and it so happens to see that he was Elliot.
"Elliot, "
Cragen pulled her into an embrace, and the tears that had already flowed down on her cheeks became more. Olivia refused to accept Cragen's way of comfort and instead she rushed to the paramedics who carried Elliot on a stretcher inside the ambulance.
"Wait! "
She called to them and flashed her badge; Cragen knew not to pull Olivia from this as he stood at the same spot Olivia pulled away from him. Paramedics stopped Olivia from entering the ambulance.
"No! He's my partner, I'm a detective, "She flashed her badge again, and with that second move she was allowed to enter and approached Elliot.
"Elliot, "
She said softly holding on to his pallid hand, his eyes were closed and his hand was placed upon his chest that bled. Tears didn't stop flowing, and her grip on Elliot's hand tightened to get a response.
The heart monitor beeped steadily and the engine of the ambulance could be heard, and to Olivia's satisfaction this meant that Elliot was fighting and the ambulance was moving. Hopefully he will be at the hospital before he loses his fight soon.
Her attention was taken, by the moment she watched him slowly open his eyes. He was looking up, furrowed eyebrows wondering which warm hands held his. He turned to watch Olivia, eyeing him with an expression of love and hope.
She smiled with warmth, and Elliot could see the warm tears streaming down her cheeks. He strained to reply with a smile, and he did.
"I thought you were takin' a break Liv, "She laughed and sniffed, placing her lips on his hand, not caring of the paramedics inside who witnessed this.
"Just happened to get a phone call, "Olivia replied. "You're gonna be fine El, just hold on, "She said again, but the expression shown on Elliot's face told her otherwise but he still smiled.
She felt his sudden grip on her hand that was tremulous now, and she noted how his eyes glistened. His head slowly turned left and right, he was saying no…no he was not going to live.
"No…no El you gotta stay with me, "She said panicking, and his grip on her hand started to loosen. "Elliot! Don't quit now, you're almost there, "She told him, but there was no hopeful response.
The steady beeps of the heart monitor became slower, and Olivia turned to the screen of the heart monitor hoping to see the green line form upside downs of 'V's. But it was beginning to form into its straight line.
Paramedics rushed to him on the stretcher, but Olivia still held his hand refusing to part from him. But she did part from him as his eyes closed, and she hoped silently aback watching the paramedics fight to save his life.
Silently hoping he made it was no use, the beeps of the heart monitor was no more and Olivia already knew that a green line showed on the screen of the heart monitor…she didn't cry but just stood, eyes wide, body tremulous…he was gone.
At that moment Olivia knew that Elliot will never come back to her, he was taken away from her. She knew that Elliot would never remind her of his love for her, she would know everyday that his desk across from hers would always be empty…that he wouldn't see his children grow and fulfill their goals and dreams, he wouldn't see anything that will come in the future.
He was dead.
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