Not Even Death
Disclaimer: I do NOT own them. I wish I did.
A/N: Just a little another one of those oneshots that I wrote while I ran into a road block on "Lady Killer". I hope you all enjoy.
She drifted above the streets in a dream like state. She didn't know where she was. Somewhere in Midtown Manhattan she thought. She remembered the cold sidewalk beneath her body, the warm blood forming a pool around her then suddenly, all of that was just gone and there was just drifting, floating in the air. She could see the streets; they looked empty. Where was her body?
She saw herself lying below. Elliot was holding her in his arms as the paramedics rushed towards them. He was saying something to her and she floated closer to catch it. "Please Liv," he was crying "Please don't die." Was she dying or perhaps, already dead? "I'm so sorry about everything. Just please, please come back to me."
She drifted closer and could see the tear tracks on his face. She moved closer still and could hear his uneven breathing. She watched as his shoulders shook. The paramedics arrived and had to literally pry her body from his arms. He tried to stay by her side but one of the paramedics pushed him back gently "I'm sorry sir," he said somberly "You have to give us room to work.
"Please," he begged the young man "Please, help her." Olivia heard the sorrow in Elliot's voice and she moved closer still until she could wrap her arms around him. She didn't want to die; she didn't want to leave him but she wasn't sure she had much of a choice. Elliot was talking again, this time, whispering as if to himself though Olivia heard every word from where she was "Please Liv," he began "I can't lose you. I'm so sorry. I didn't know that he was gonna pull a gun. I wish I had…" he trailed off.
"Don't Elliot," Olivia whispered. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he could really hear her or if she was now somewhere where her words could no longer reach him "Don't say that you would have taken the bullet for me. Don't say that you would rather it be you lying there. Don't say things like that."
In the end, that wasn't what Elliot said. Instead, he bowed his head and whispered "I love you Olivia." And Olivia could tell that he meant it.
"I love you too," she whispered back. Then suddenly she felt herself being pulled away from Elliot's side. She was suddenly afraid. Was she being pulled into the afterlife? Was she bound for heaven or hell? "No," she called out as she lost sight of Elliot. She didn't want to leave him, not now, not ever.
Slowly, she became aware of a sharp pain in her chest. She could feel cold concrete beneath her and could see people above her "She's stable!" she heard one call out "Let's get her in the ambulance."
She was alive. As they loaded her into the ambulance, she caught sight of Elliot, climbing in behind the stretcher. When the doors had been closed, he took a seat beside her and held her hand. She was almost sure that he hadn't heard her before. He was pale and still crying, shaking ever so slightly with the force of his sobs. She squeezed his hand as tightly as she could and he smiled "I love you too," she repeated and as the smile on his face grew wider, she knew that he had heard her this time.
THE END
