George had never been this afraid. He'd gone with the detectives to look around the house of a sadistic, sociopathic perpetrator and he'd found himself taken hostage. He could feel the gun against his head. He barely registered Olivia trying to reason with the hostage-taker. His eyes were locked on Elliot, begging him silently to shoot. He mouthed the words. 'Shoot him.'
Elliot mouthed back 'You'll die if I do.'
'You think I don't know that?' He felt thankful that they know each other well enough to understand nonverbal communication.
Elliot shook his head. He wouldn't do it. George closed his eyes. He was dead anyway; if the suspect got shot too it'd be worth it, because the suspect wouldn't be able to harm anyone.
Olivia seemed to have gotten through to the perp and they both lowered their guns slowly. Suddenly George was pushed forward and he blinked in surprise when a gunshot rang out and he didn't die.
The perp appeared to have been hit in a leg and Olivia called for a bus for him. In the meantime, George sat on the floor, feeling what had just happened sink in. Elliot sat next to him, whispering in his ear and holding him. He lost himself in Elliot, perfectly happy to let go of his fear. No matter how shaken he was, Elliot could make it right.