PART II
It was dark, cold, and the air was wet. Down a side street, an appropriate entrance for Club Grind, an undercover SVU detective stood at the door sporting a leather jacket bearing the word SECURITY. A trickle of sweat ran down his neck as he scanned the alley from left to right; something unfamiliar gnawed at the pit of his stomach, something he wasn't used to feeling on undercover operations: anxiety.
The door behind him opened, breaking the silence and filling it with heavy bass that rattled his bones and for a moment shook his vision. He could hear people moaning, laughing, talking and screaming with ecstasy. Someone shuffled passed him, hitting him hard in the shoulder as he passed. The door slammed shut, and now he could hear the stranger's heavy breathing as he walked swiftly down the alley. "Hey!" Fin called out, "Where you goin' in such a hurry?" but the man ignored him and kept walking.
Suddenly, the door opened again, and another figure came hurrying out, who Fin quickly recognized as Elliot Stabler; followed closely by Olivia Benson. Elliot already had his gun raised, and was running towards the stranger, "Freeze, police!" he shouted. It happened in less than a second: the man turned, his gun drawn, and before anyone had time to react he had fired a shot, and Elliot was on the ground.
Olivia caught him has he fell, and lowered him to the cold concrete ground while Fin had drawn his own weapon and was apprehending the suspect and calling an ambulance. Olivia knelt next to Elliot as blood poured from a wound in his abdomen, "Elliot," she said, bending low to him, "El this is gonna hurt babe," tears welled in her eyes as she knew he was already unconscious but she insisted on talking to him, and she pushed one hand into the wound. "Fin! FIN! Give me your jacket," when he did she used it to attempt to stop the bleeding. "El?" She cupped his face with her free hand, "El? El wake up," she slapped him, he coughed, and his eyes opened slightly, "El, shit, hang on baby, hang on," she pressed the jacket harder into his wound, he groaned and the force of the pain made him sit up slightly. Olivia moved around behind him, and positioned herself so that he was leaning against her chest, and her arms were around him – one still holding the jacket to slow the bleeding. Their faces were almost cheek-to-cheek, her tears smeared across his hairline. She kissed the corner of his eye and held him, rubbing his arms with her free hand to keep him warm.
"Liv," he mumbled, as sirens faded in through the distance.
"Yeah," she whispered, trying not to cry.
"I can't feel my legs," he said blankly.
Olivia tightened her hold on him, kissed his cheek, "The bus'll be here soon."
She noticed his beautiful blue eyes had tears in them, "You're gonna be okay El, you have to be," she said as the ambulance arrived.
"I'm sorry ma'am," one of the paramedics said as she tried to get into the bus with Elliot, "But you'll have to follow in another car."
"I'm his partner!" Olivia protested, panic rising, she looked at Elliot hooked up to machines in the ambulance, and needed to be there.
"I'm sorry miss," and he jumped up into the bus and was about to close the door when Olivia forced her way into the bus.
"Just one minute, please," she said, as she maneuvered her way to Elliot.
"You've got thirty seconds," the paramedic said.
"I only need fifteen," Olivia said. She looked Elliot in the eyes, and he smiled weakly, fearfully, at her. "El," she whispered, and used one hand to stroke the side of his face, the other hand holding his, "I need you," she felt his grip tighten on her hand; she lowered her head and kissed him on his lips, softly.
TBC
