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Warning: This does have a faint reference to Swing (10x04).
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His Fault
One-shot
Beep…beep…
Elliot closed his eyes against the steady beat of the heart monitor, trying to block out the sound. It should be reassuring, telling him that he hadn't lost a team member, but it wasn't. All it did was remind him that it was his fault that this had happened.
That it was his fault Fin had almost been killed.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. All they'd had to do was go undercover and determine who was the one running an underground sex ring and he and Fin had fit the profiles of the clients. Go in, make them trust you, find out who the boss was, and get out. That had been their plan and it had been going fine, they'd gotten in far enough that they were being shown pictures of the girls, old and new.
One of them had been of Kathleen.
He lost it.
He lost it and blew their cover.
Beep…beep…
Fin had pulled him back when he went at one of the assholes, stepping between them before he'd been able to kill one of the bastards. He put himself right in the line of fire.
Beep…beep…
A shot to the left shoulder, inches away from where he'd last gotten shot.
Beep…beep…
Their backup didn't get there fast enough, didn't get there fast enough before they'd had five guys on them.
Beep…beep…
Fin was out within minutes and he'd watched his teammate bleed out on a dirty floor while they were both trapped in a storm of plummeting fists and boots.
Beep…beep…
The EMTs had taken Fin out first, the ambulance speeding off before the second team even had him off the floor. He hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the pools of blood where Fin had laid. It was worse than it had been in the bodega. There weren't blood soaked napkins lying on the ground from when Olivia held them against the wound. She hadn't been there this time.
Beep…beep…
Severe concussion, ruptured spleen, the bullet wound, broken and bruised ribs, they made his own broken leg and ribs seem like nothing.
Beep…beep…
The only reason they'd gone at Fin harder was because he'd stepped in the middle. Fin had tried to help him after everything that had happened. They had their issues and for months had barely said more than a word to each other. And yet Fin had still stepped in.
Fin still stepped in and almost got himself killed and it was his fault. If he hadn't…damn it, if he hadn't lost it, none of this would have happened.
Beep…beep…
Elliot put his head into the hand propped on the arm of his wheelchair. "Fin, I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Beep…beep…
The End
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