A/N: Takes place directly after Immortality.
DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
He had been happy for her. Generally happy. For her, for them, Olivia and Frank. Sure he'd always want her, lust after her, but he knew she was unreachable. Didn't mean he couldn't pull all of his moves on her. It was just harmless flirting that they both knew would lead to nowhere.
Sometimes being boss had its frustrations. He wanted nothing more than to rush to the hospital and be by her side. But no, he had reports to sign, debriefings . . . all the boss-y stuff. Lincoln now regretted being a pain in the arse to Broyles.
He was out of the building and entering the hospital in 10 minutes. Having a siren has its uses.
He'd demanded what room she was in, practically sprinting down the hallway. He didn't know why he was so anxious to see her. He was her friend; of course he cared for her, worried about her wellbeing, her safety. Once, when she hadn't come into work one day, he'd gotten so worried that something was wrong, that something had happened, she'd never not come into work. She'd always tell him, (or someone who then told Lincoln) if she was having the day off, vacation or whatever. But this time, nothing.
He had stormed into her apartment only to find her in bed. With Frank. Straddling his waist. Their hands stopped their roaming at his sudden presence. She wore nothing but a pair of blue lace panties and a flimsy tank top.
He still hadn't lived it down. The teasing about 'kissing-Olivia-not-knowing-she-had-a-boyfriend' was replaced by his walking in on them on what he later learnt was her day off.
Lincoln couldn't help it if from that day on, let's just say, he would find himself staring at her while she changed in the change rooms.
But now, he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, make sure she was alright. He didn't know what had happened to her after the ambulance took her away.
As he approached her hospital room he was stopped by the sounds of sobs. He peered into the room from the door threshold. There she was. Olivia. She was curled up in the covers, her back to the door, face buried in the pillows. Her body shook as she cried.
"Olivia?" he asked, cautiously stepping into the room.
She didn't need to look up, she knew who it was.
"He left, Linc. He just left." His nickname. That wasn't good. She only used it when she was teasing or extremely distressed about something.
Lincoln immediately assumed she was talking about Frank. 'He' usually meant Frank when it came to Olivia.
"He just walked out. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want this. It was a mission, I did what I had to do." She explained in a chocked up, teary voice. Her nose blocked and eyes red and puffy. He had no idea what she was talking about, what mission? Didn't mean for what to happen? He was so confused but his desire to comfort her was greater than his desire for answers.
Lincoln had never seen her like this. Ever. Whatever Frank had done had gotten to her.
He didn't know why, but he climbing into the bed and wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her as she cried. Soothing her as her body shook against his.
She'd fallen asleep curled up against his chest. Her hands clutching at his shirt, desperate to keep close to him. She hadn't stopped crying in over an hour; Lincoln actually called in the nurse to see about some sleeping medication. Olivia was out in minutes.
Lincoln had woken when a nurse came in. Olivia was deep in sleep and Lincoln was able to move out of her grasp easily, leaving her undisturbed.
"Sorry about this, but I just need on them." The nurse whispered to Lincoln as she silently pulled a device on a cart into the room.
'Them', did she just say them? Who else needed checking up on?
"This will only take a minute." She smiled sweetly at him, before placing the cart next to the bed and proceeding to
"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked out of strained curiosity.
"It's easier when the patient is relaxed, and given Agent Dunham's extreme state of distress when she first arrived; her doctor decided it would be best to wait until she had calmed down."
The nurse folded the hospital bed sheet down to Olivia's knees. She then lifted her hospital gown, folding it so it still covered her breasts.
Lincoln was confused as to what she was doing.
The nurse took out a large wand-looking object. It had a cord leading from its bottom to the computer screen on the cart.
The nurse placed a small amount of gel on Olivia's bare stomach, using the wand to rub it over.
The screen instantly came to life. A soft throbbing sound filled the room as the nurse moved the wand over Olivia's stomach, searching, for something. What exactly, Lincoln was unsure of.
"There he is." The nurse smiled up at Lincoln. "Are you the father?"
"Ah, no. No, I'm not. He, ah, the father left her. I'm her partner." Lincoln's eyes never left the screen. A small 'bean' sized-looking being could be seen.
"Well, my condolences to Agent Dunham. You're a good partner. She needs support. Being a single mother is taxing. I've seen women older than her try to raise a child alone and struggle immensely."
"Yeah, I already plan to be there for her no matter what."
The nurse packed up the machine, cleaned off Olivia's stomach and returned her gown and the sheets and left the room as silently as she entered.
Lincoln approached her bed, climbing back in with her. Instantly, her arms sort him out, pulling herself closer to him, desperate to be held, even in her sleep.
He pushed back a piece of hair that fell over her face.
"Why didn't you tell me, Livvie?"
He settled down against her, cradling her.
He was her partner. Her friend. And hoped to be lover, but now, he wanted nothing more than to help her through this.
Olivia Dunham was a Damsel in Distress, and even if she didn't know it; Lincoln Lee was her Knight in Shining Armour.
A/N: not sure if this is a one shot or two shot. You guys choose.