"STOP! Jenna, no! Don't!" Olivia's screaming rang out amidst the gun shots. Everyone began scrambling at the sound as the teenager emptied her clip into the cage. The suspects screamed out in agony or slumped silently to the ground.

"Jenna, no!" Olivia cried, crouching and pulling her gun. Elliot's had been pulled the second he saw Jenna's. His whole body was trembling with adrenaline. He'd been shot so many times now he almost wasn't afraid. He was scared for everyone in the building. There were too many people in it he cared about.

He crept forward, sweat dripping down his brow. "Jenna-" He said breathlessly. And she turned, the trigger still being pressed down. A bullet whizzed passed him and into the arm of a rookie cop. Another pierced Sister Pegg's chest.

"Jenna! Drop the gun!" He screamed. "No!" The gun clacked wildly in her hand. Another bullet flew out. His heart thudded in his chest as he heard Olivia yell in pain. A vein throbbed in his neck. "Jenna-" His eyes flicked to his partner, who was doubled over.

Jenna faced him as the bullet finally left his gun before anyone else got hurt. The girl hit the ground with a loud thud. When Elliot saw that Fin was beside Olivia he rose and ran to Jenna's side, his face red.

He placed his hands on her wound and strugged to stop the bleeding. "I just, I just bought it. On the street." She said, struggling to make her eyes focus on him.

"Shhh," He begged. "Don't talk, don't-" He moaned as she went slack, clearly beyond help.

"Why... Why'd you-"

"Elliot!" It was Cragen's voice that tore him from Jenna. He turned to see him with Fin at Olivia's side. Munch was leaning over Sister Pegg but it was obvious from his body language that nothing more could be done. His heart thudding in his ear he ran to Olivia's side, so angry at himself for not realizing how badly she was hit.

"Olivia-"

"We need buses rushed to the Manhattan SVU precinct and a route cleared to the blood bank! We have multiple civilians and officers down! Copy!" Fin leaned over Olivia, who was laying wide-eyed on her back.

Cragen was pushing down on her side as hard as he could but blood was pooling all around them. "Olivia, we've got a bus coming for you and all the other victims. You hang in there." He said, unshed tears in his eyes.

Olivia opened her mouth to talk but only a cry came out. Elliot sucked in a huge breath of air when he realized he'd been holding it.

"Liv, Olivia. You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine, okay? Just tell me." Tears leaked out of Elliot's eyes. "Tell me what you need." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, his knuckles white.

"Elliot-" Olivia choked out. Blood was seeping into her white button up shirt like lethal tie-dye. He brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, frozen in fear.

"We need that bus!" Cragen screamed into his walkie, sweat dripping down his face.

"You're gonna be okay sweetheart, help is on the way." Fin begged. He frowned as Olivia took a short breath. Then another.

"Olivia." Elliot barked, his heart rate skyrocketing. "No."

"Talk to us." Cragen pleaded.

"My lung-" She managed to say. "I can't-" Elliot looked to Cragen.

"Captain she's-"

"What do we need to do?" He asked, his voice booming through the chaotic precinct.

"An incision. Then insert tube, like a pen's." Olivia said, each word taking a lot of effort. "El."

"Fin. We need a knife and the tube. Now." He jumped up quickly.

"On it." Elliot stared into Olivia's face. He felt the walls closing in and his vision tunneling.

"El. I did this for. Melinda-" Elliot shook his head, remembering how awful the morgue hostage situation was.

"Olivia, I'm not a doctor. What if I-"He stifled a sob as Olivia struggled to breathe. "What if I kill you?" He whispered. Olivia moaned in pain.

"If you do. Nothing. It will kill. Me." She forced a smile. "I trust you, El."

George wasn't sure how much time they had both been sitting in his office. In some sessions Elliot talked the entire hour. Others, like this one, he was mostly silent. He had known both Elliot and Olivia for a long time. None of this surprised him. Cragen had been calling, though. He needed Elliot back or to replace him.

"You know, Elliot. When I heard about what happened I talked to someone." Elliot's eyes met with George's for the first time.

"Shrinks get shrunk?" He shot back, a bit more bitter than he intended to. George just smiled, happy to get any reaction.

"Sure we do, maybe more than most. Having knowledge of psychology doesn't keep us from having issues with stress, anxiety, or depression to name a few things." Elliot exhaled sharply through his nose.

"I just don't know what else I'm supposed to say about it." The silence hung around them oppressively.

"Were you reliving it? The past 20 or so minutes we weren't speaking?" The calm, gentle look on George's face was really pissing Elliot off.

"What do you think?" Elliot scrubbed a hand over his face.

"Who are you angry at, Elliot? Me for trying to shrink you? One P.P for making this mandatory?"

"Myself." The response surprised George.

"For not saving Olivia?" He filled in. Elliot's gaze fell to the floor.

"How many times has she saved my ass? Literally and figuratively."

"Elliot." George leaned forward. "What happened wasn't your fault. And by all accounts your efforts gave her a fighting chance when medical help arrived." Tears suddenly sprung to his eyes, but he was used to holding them back.

"She was my partner. She was-"

"What wasn't she?" George finished, nodding knowingly.

"I can't accept it. But I'm gonna carry this weight. And the only thing that can help me do that is helping people again."

"I'll call Cragen and have him call One P.P."