The SVU squad is at the scene of a nasty explosion, and Amanda goes nearly mad when she can't find Nick. Established Rollaro, and also, in some future fics, I will include Barson, which I do ship(you may have noticed in You Don't Touch Her, the first chapter). I'll also include some other ships that I like, mainly Barson(Barba x Olivia) and Barisi(Barba x Carisi). They won't be the feature of the chapters, it will always be Rollaro, but I will include them as side-ships.
Boom! The explosion wrecks the entire building, and sends Olivia, Amanda, and Carisi flying. Olivia hits a nearby police van and is stunned as she slumps to the ground, but she's still conscious. Amanda flies backward and her body hits the concrete first, and then her head smacks against afterwards. Carisi saw the blast coming, and manages to twist in the air so that he can land face down, arms outstretched to soften the blow. It works, he catches himself for the most part, although he lands awkwardly and sprains his wrist.
"Amanda!" his voice is fuzzy at first, but then she's sure, there's someone saying her name over and over. Cringing at the terrible headache, she opens her eyes against the bright sunlight and, once her vision clears, can make out Carisi kneeling over her.
"Amanda..." he says again, smiling when he notices her eyes open.
"Ow... what happened?" Amanda sits up, holding her head. It's throbbing, and when she reaches around she feels a wet, warm, sticky liquid on her hand. Her head is bleeding. Wonderful.
"Barton must have detonated the bomb. The building was empty, except for him." Carisi explains. Amanda closes her eyes again, and as she tries to focus on what is going on, it all comes back. James Barton, late thirties, was a serial rapist and murderer, and when they'd finally tracked him down, he had barricaded himself in an abandoned apartment building with his formally sexually abusive mother. He'd alleged that he had a bomb, and would kill himself and his mother if any policemen had gone in. They'd sent Nick in through a back exit, and he'd managed to get Barton's mother out, but now that Amanda thought about it, she never saw him before the explosion went off. Did he get out of the building before the explosion went off? Was he still alive? Nick. Her eyes shoot open.
"Carisi! Carisi, do you see Nick?" Amanda stands, and Carisi is there to catch her when her head spins and she stumbles back.
"Woah, woah, Rollins, slow down, you whacked your head pretty hard." Carisi says, but she shakes her head. No. She has to get to Nick.
"No! I have to find Nick! I have to find him." Amanda breaks free of his arms and stumbles ahead, to where she can see Fin and some of the NYPD officers have gathered around the burning rubble of the building.
"Fin!" she calls out, and the detective turns at the sound of his name.
"Rollins, are you okay?" Fin asks when he sees Amanda stumbling towards him.
"Fin, do you see Nick anywhere? Where's Nick? Did he get out?"
"Amanda, you've gotta slow down." Fin says, holding an arm out to stabilize the blonde detective.
"Will everyone stop telling me to slow down? What I need to do right now is find Nick!" Amanda exclaims. "Where is he? Fin, where is Nick?"
Fin sighs. "I didn't see him or Mrs. Barton come out of the building before the bomb went off. I think he's still in there. I'm sorry, Amanda."
"No," Amanda whispers. "No. Nick. Nick! Nick! NICK!" Amanda screams, starting to run towards the burning building. Fin grabs her, practically lifts the small woman off the ground to keep her from running into the apartment building. Just as he grabs her, a loud screeching and rumbling sound is heard as more of the building frame collapses.
"NICK!" Amanda yells.
She's struggling less now, starting to cry. But then they hear it. A faint yell, from just inside the flames. Amanda freezes, and then screams again. "NICK?"
Now they hear it. It's faint, but it's there, and it's definitely Nick. "Amanda!"
Fin lets Amanda go at this point. She rushes to the edge of the flames. "Nick?" she calls into the burning abyss.
Another, louder, "Amanda!" and then she sees him. Well, a silhouette, a man helping someone else along. And then he breaks through the worst of the flames and the smoke and she can see him. Really see him. He seems, for the most part, okay. Part of his shirt is singed and burned but his skin seems fine. He has a nasty cut above his eye, and his lip is split. He's got Mrs. Barton's arm around him, an she seems slightly more hurt than he is. But all Amanda can focus on is the fact that Nick's here. Nick's alive, Nick's okay. He comes out of the flames, hands Mrs. Barton off to one of the NYPD officers, and walks towards Amanda.
"Nick," Amanda whispers, once Nick is close enough to her to hear.
"Amanda," Nick whispers back, and then they're in each other's arms, and Nick's arms are around Amanda's waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck and her arms are around his neck, and her feet are well off the ground. Nick starts crying, and Amanda's been crying since she thought he was gone, but now they're crying because they are just so relieved. Relieved to be back in each other's arms. Nick had though he was gone for good and that he would never get to see Amanda again, never get to hear her voice or see her laugh. Never watch her fall asleep again, never see that peace come over her face. Never play with her and Frannie in the park on lazy Sundays again.
Amanda had thought that she had lost the love of her life, and she was so terrified that she would never get to be in his arms again, never get to feel that safe again. She would never get to wake up to him again, never get to see that lazy smile cross his face when his eyes opened and he leaned forward to kiss her. She would never hear his lazy morning voice again, that raspy tone that he only had when he first woke up.
But here they were. They were back in each other's arms, and that was all that mattered.
Okay if you haven't figured out that I love angsty Rollaro fics yet, I'm telling you now. I LOVE angsty Rollaro fics.
