Just a little something that popped in my head while reading angsty stuff. Enjoy, and please review!
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The heat hung heavily in the air; the smell of sweat and fear mixed in a pungent creation.
Elliot quickly scanned his surroundings with the eye of a hawk, searching for danger. Everything seemed almost calm, serene, but his heart refused to relax.
Beside him, Olivia was on guard, tensed and ready to spring into action. Somewhere out there was a maniac with a gun, and she couldn't afford to relax, even for a moment. A moment of relaxation was a moment of weakness, a risk in itself. And not only was she out there, but her partner, too. If anything, she had to protect him.
Elliot glanced at her, muttering, "Not a sign."
She nodded.
Neither of them heard the sound of a twig snapping several yards away.
Elliot freed a hand and wiped it over his forehead, feeling the hot moisture there. Something was about to happen. He just didn't know how fast-
A figure appeared in front of them and aimed his gun, giving them no time to dive for shelter.
Olivia saw the gun aimed at Elliot's chest, and she yelled his name and ran sideways into him, shoving him out of harm's way. She felt the impact of the projectile, and it knocked the wind out of her.
Panicked, Elliot grabbed Olivia and attempted to shield her. But the gunman had no interest and quickly disappeared into the shelter of the trees.
The danger was gone, and Elliot stared down at his partner, clasped protectively to his chest. "Liv...?" He gently touched her cheek.
She coughed, forcing her eyes open. "Elliot?"
She had taken that bullet for him, and all he could do was hold her tighter and gently smooth her hair back.
After a few moments, Olivia finally opened her eyes fully, enjoying the embrace of her partner. "You need to work on your reflexes, partner."
He laughed softly as she slowly left his protective embrace. "Why? They're fine."
She snorted. "I want to know that you could actually move fast enough to take a bullet for me, Stabler." She touched her chest and groaned softly. "Ouch."
He gently touched the red splattered area. "You know I would, Benson." He kissed her forehead.
She sighed heavily. "I'm gonna go die in the shade," she grumbled, pointing to a nearby tree that offered shade.
He laughed softly, then patted his paint gun. "Don't worry, Liv. I'll avenge you."
"You better." She kissed him softly, then wandered over to the tree and sat down at its base. Unbuckling her jacket, she let her head fall back and rest against the tree.
He watched her, then looked in the direction the gunman had taken.
Fin and Munch were going down.
The End!
A/N: Betcha didn't see that coming, huh? LOL. Hope everyone enjoyed this, and please review!