Hey! Here's my second chapter! Sorry I can't make them too long, because then it would give away too much! ;D Hope you enjoy!

Olivia gasped for breath, but choked on water. Her eyes widened (though it sure as heck stung) when she realized she was underwater. Her lungs were screaming for air, and her body felt so numb… The surface was out of her vision. Olivia's head felt full of rocks, and attempting to lift it was useless. Why can't I move? Why-

Breathless, Olivia's mind started to go blank again as she lost consciousness. Stay awake, Liv…You need…to…get up… The darkness swallowed her once more as the current picked up, and her body started lifting from the seafloor.

Elliot burst into the locker room. He'd completely lost it when he told Munch, Fin, and the Captain what had happened. I could've done something… He cursed himself, pounding his fist against the lockers until his knuckles ripped wide open. Blood gushed down his hand as tears stung the sides of his face. "D-mit, Olivia! Why couldn't it have been me? I…I love you…" he whispered, sliding to the floor.

Cragen stepped in, and, seeing Elliot was obviously pissed, chose his words carefully. "Listen, El, it's not your fault, no matter what you think. This could've happened to anybody."

"No," Elliot snapped. His eyes softened. "It shouldn't have happened to Olivia."

"El- what'd you do to your hand?"

"It doesn't matter; we can't find her, and if I hadn't-"

Cragen was becoming impatient with his detective for continually blaming himself. "Hadn't what?" he hollered. "Hadn't grabbed the gun? El, he could've had an even better shot at either of you if hadn't reached for it. Now, go see Melinda for stitches and take the day off."

"No," he said, forcing himself past Cragen. He pulled his jacket over his shoulders. "I'm going to find her." Elliot stormed out as Fin walked in, and was shoved aside by Elliot. "What's HIS prob, Cap?"

Cragen sighed. "He's blaming himself, as usual. Except this time it's touched too close to his heart."

Olivia's eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself on a littered beachside. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as the cold ate up her body. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, feeling as if she were choking. Olivia's mind was racing. Where am I? What- A sharp, stabbing pain in her lower abdomen brought memories flooding back. The gun, water, s-so cold… She mustered up all of her strength to glance at her dark-red stained top, which sent a shooting pain up her torso, causing her to collapse back on the sand, vomiting blood. Fresh blood still trickled out of the open wound.

With a stiff arm, Olivia reached into her soaking back pocket for the crushed- but operable- -walkie-talkie. Thank God for water-proof technology… "Beachside… off of Hudson…" she choked, "Officer… down…" More blood forced its way out of her mouth as the world crashed down on her again.

As Elliot started the long trudge to his car, Cragen came running out as fast as possible for a 65 year-old man. Even though he had been sulking for the past two hours, the funny sight of Cragen huffing and puffing down the stairs and across the parking lot lifted his spirits.

It took the Captain about a minute to catch his breath and stop wheezing. "Gonna pass out, Cap?" Elliot joked, nudging him as he hunched over. "Oh, shut up, El," he wheezed. "Listen, this is serious." "Obviously, since you nearly killed yourself running over here to tell me."

"It's about Olivia," he said. Elliot's stomach tightened, and his expression darkened. "What about her? Is she okay?"

"She radioed in just a few seconds ago, and she doesn't sound too good. So-" Before he could give orders, Elliot was already inside his car, speeding down the streets to the Hudson. I'm coming for you, Liv.

Get ready for chapter three; I'm planning to make it INTENSE! BTW, I like reviews. ;) If you want to give me some ideas on what you think should happen, that'd be cool, too.