Disclaimer: If I owned SVU, Elliot and Olivia would have nine children right now. I own nothing.

Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. I know it's really sad and I hate even thinking about Elliot and Olivia ever not being together, but the story did come to me. You'll see if he dies or not in the next chapter, but this one is very good too, I think. Enjoy!

Sitting in the waiting room, surrounded by her co-workers, was driving her insane. Every few minutes, Fin or Munch would try to get her to drink something and she would refuse. She only wanted to see Elliot. She didn't believe what anyone was saying. Until she saw him herself, he was fine. He wasn't going to die. She knew this man too long, he was too strong and too much of an asshole to let something like an accident take him away.

"Liv, you need to drink something."

"Damn it, Fin!" she yelled. "I don't want anything."

He backed away, obviously worried about his friend and co-worker. She took a deep breath, trying to remember the last time she saw Elliot. She remembered they had a fight over the guy she was going on a date with. He didn't like him and she couldn't understand why. He was nice. That was that mattered to her. Elliot swore that nice wasn't going to make a relationship and she told him it would start one and they would learn about each other as time went on.

She closed her eyes when she remembered the last thing he said to her.

"No one will ever know you better than I will."

"The family of Elliot Stabler." Olivia looked up to see a doctor walking toward them. She studied him as if he was a criminal and not someone helping the person she loved. She watched his face for an expression, but he didn't have one. What was he going to say?

"Here," Cragen said. Munch, Fin, Olivia, and his two eldest daughters stood up.

"Can I just talk to one of you?" the doctor asked.

Cragen went to walk forward, but Olivia stepped in front of him. "Please," she whispered. "Please."

He sat back down and she followed the doctor until they were alone. "I'm his partner," she explained quietly. "Is Elliot going to be okay?"

The doctor sighed, staring at the papers in his hand. "He lost a lot of blood. We think that he was sitting on the side of the car that was hit. He has massive internal bleeding; we tried to stop what we could, but he's severely injured. He has several broken bones, a few cracked ribs. His lung collapsed during surgery as well. That is just a few things that are wrong with him."

She couldn't stop the tears falling down her cheeks. She wiped them and looked at the doctor. "What are his chances?"

He sighed again. "At the moment, as we have him stable, about fifty-fifty. It all depends. It's mainly the bleeding inside. He was hit so hard that we're not sure if we were able to stop all the bleeding. If we weren't, I'm not sure there is much we can do to help him."

"Can I see him?"

The doctor nodded. "One visitor at a time. Please keep the visits short. Our nurses are coming in there a lot and they need to be able to work."

Olivia thanked the doctor and then explained the situation to everyone waiting. She watched as everyone realized that they might not see their friend and co-worker again. She couldn't even look at his children; they all looked heartbroken and sick.

A few minutes later, Olivia followed a nurse toward his room. She was unable to believe this was happening. There was no way this happened to Elliot. The nurse motioned to a room and gave her a sad smile. She took a deep breath and opened the door and felt herself begin to sob at the sight of her partner. If it wasn't for his face, she wouldn't have believed it was him.

"Dear God," she moaned and walked over. There were so many machines connected to him and bruises covered his face.

Olivia sat down on a chair and stared at him. She never wanted to admit that she loved him, but she did. The date was nice, but she knew Elliot was right; all he would ever be was nice. If she didn't know any better, she would have believed he was trying to say he was the only one she would ever be with. And it made sense. They spent the most time together and they knew each other better than anyone else. Even her co-workers knew that separating the two would have made many problems.

"El," she whispered, touching his hand. It was so cold. "You need to be okay. Please, be okay. Please."

She sobbed. Olivia tried not to cry; she hated crying. But considering her partner might not live, she thought it was okay. There was no way she could go on without him. Knowing he was dead as like taking her heart and cutting it into pieces, throwing the majority of them in the garbage.

"God," she begged. "Please."

Olivia wished she could see his eyes, watch him smile again. Hear his laugh one more time. Just hear his voice say her name one more time.

"Liv…"

Her eyes lit up. Elliot's eyes opened slowly and he didn't seem to recognize where he was. She knew he was in pain. "I'm right here, El. I'm right here."

She took his hand and squeezed it, feeling the emotion running through her body. "Liv…"

Olivia smiled. "Please, El. Be okay. Please."

He couldn't seem to find her, even though she was right next to him.

A nurse came in and looked shocked to see he was conscious. "Dear God," the woman said, staring at him. She realized while he was conscious, that he didn't understand where he was. "I need to increase his pain medication. It may put him back to sleep."

She wanted to be selfish and tell her not to increase them. It might be the last time she ever saw him awake and even though he was barely conscious, she ached for him to stay with her.

"Give me a few minutes," she begged the nurse. "I just need a few minutes."

The nurse left the room and she watched him. She felt herself smile at his eyes. "El, I don't know if you can hear me, but I know you are there." She took a deep breath and knew if she didn't say what she needed to say for 12 years, she was never going to have the chance.

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