A Beautiful Letdown
Chapter 9 Home With Jonah
"Evil." Jonah smiled as they walked along the beach.
"Easy," Olivia smirked, "iniquity."
"Okay…beautiful?"
"Stunning."
"Nope." He stopped, and smiled softly. "Olivia."
"What?"
"Olivia…that's my synonym."
She blushed, "You're a dork."
"But a good looking dork nonetheless right?"
She smiled nuzzling his nose playfully with her own and kissing him softly, "Yeah, defiantly a sexy dork."
"Wow…seven months, and you finally think I'm sexy." He laughed wrapping his hands around her waist.
"Who says I didn't know it from day one?" She teased lifting his shirt in the back just enough for her fingertip to graze his skin.
"So, you've been holding out on me, is what you're trying to say?"
"Well, couldn't have a well known scientist such as yourself, walking around with an inflated ego." She teased, softly caressing his bottom lip with her own. Allowing her fingertips to walk further up his back knowing she would get the same response she always does the moment she touches his scars.
"Mmm," he groaned, "Please don't."
"Okay." She whispered caressing his face with her hands, "I hope you'll tell me one day though."
He exhaled pulled her close to him, "Olivia…"
"Jonah."
"Love?"
"Adore." She whispered, allowing him to continue holding her, although this time there was something different. After seven months she knew his body, knew his heartbeat, and today it was beating entirely too fast. She rested her hand above his heart and waited for him to speak just like all the nights he had waited for her to confess something trivial…something significant.
"Olivia, how do you…" he trailed off again and if she didn't know any better she'd say he was nervous.
"How do I what?" She asked with a smile looking up at him, "How do I take my eggs? Scrambled."
He laughed softly, "That's not what I was going to ask you."
"What were you going to ask then?" she asked, and then suddenly became very much aware of what was happening between the two of them. Seven months and they'd never said it to one another, although his actions screamed it to her. She held her cards a little closer to her vest, even though she'd felt it for months, and known it for just as long. "Can I tell you something first?" she whispered knowing that he wasn't breathing like he normally does, it wasn't carefree; it was nervous and shallow.
"Okay." He whispered looking down at her, "What do ya got?"
She looked up intently at him, knowing that what she has to say has never fallen from her lips before, has never graced another mans ears, and is scaring her half to death. She hooked her hands on the back of his neck, kissed his affectionately on the mouth and rested her forehead against his, she took in a deep breath and made herself vulnerable, "I love you."
His grin was uncontrollable as he pulled her closer, "I've waited to hear that." He whispered, feeling her exhale in relief as she rested her head on his shoulder, "I was trying to tell you something though…you know…before you cut me off." He teased her, smiling at her shocked expression. She turned to leave but felt him grab her and pull her back to him, his hand delicately tracing the contour of her jaw, "I was trying to tell you I loved you since the day you shared your coffee with me…I was trying to tell you I love you, Olivia."
She blinked out a tear as she smiled, "I didn't share…you stole." She sniffled, kissing him again, deeper, more passionately, charged with seven months of playful communication, of deep conversation, of gentle caresses that all led up to this specific moment, that she let herself enjoy. She willing gave up her control to him, willing surrendered herself to him only to find that he loved her enough to give it back to her, as he caressed her mouth with his own. Separation came with two of the goofiest grins either of them had ever seen.
"That grin suits you." He teased.
She kissed him gently back, "Looks pretty good on you too." She smiled then found herself yelping at he picked her up and ran with her into the surf line taking them both under the water, then back up.
"I can't believe you just did that." She laughed, splashing him with a wave of the hand.
"Denial usually indicates an addiction." He grinned stepping closer to her, the sand caressing his feet as he moved.
"Addiction?" she challenged.
"Obsession." He offered.
She stepped closer, "Craving?"
"Nice one…need…got something that can top that?"
She whispered softly, "Longing."
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"Oh come on!" Olivia groaned shivering as she read the 'out of order' sign on the elevator.
"Oh man…that's three flights, it's too cold for three flights." He laughed.
"Serves you right, for getting us wet." She laughed, "Whose genius now?" she teased as they started their walk up the stairs, dripping here and there as they moved about.
"I think the cab driver was a little irritated with our drippage." He laughed putting his arm around her shoulder as she rested her hand on his side just under his shirt where there were no scars…where he would accept her touch.
"Drippage huh?" She laughed, "That's not a word."
"Yeah it is."
"No its not." She smiled, "You made that up in hopes of finding me in a verbal quandary."
"I'm insulted." He grinned.
"Yeah…but I'm right."
"Alright I give…you got me." He whispered, as they stood in front of her door. "Your off tomorrow."
"Well give the man a cigar," she teased pulling him closer by his jeans, "he finally remembers…and it only took him seven months." She whispered kissing him playfully.
He laughed against her mouth, "I thought maybe you and I could stay up past your bedtime and order in, and watch some movies…or you could kill me again in chess."
She laughed, "I'm really surprised you suck so bad at that game, its all strategy."
He shrugged and kissed her mouth, "If I can't blow it up, it's not fun."
She shook her head, and unlocked her door, "Chinese?"
"No pizza?" He frowned.
"Na…you're always sacrificing for me, I know you got a Chinese food obsession," She laughed as they walked into her apartment, "jump in the shower," She informed him as he pulled her close again kissing her neck softly, "I'll get the clothes you left here the other day and I'll order the food, what do you want same thing?"
"Yes, please." He smiled, kissed her again, "With a side of you."
"Oh, shut up." She grinned, "Showers waiting…and don't use all the hot water either."
"Demanding."
"Challenging." She countered.
She managed to stay in her wet clothes, teeth chattering but unwilling to change into other clothes just to change into another pair once she got her turn to shower. She ordered the Chinese food, and was pulling out some DVD possibilities when she heard the steady hum of the shower stop and she remembered that she didn't get his clothes ready.
She darted into her room and pulled out his track pants and T-shirt he used the day he taught her to rock climb. She smiled remembering that she was literally paralyzed with fear being that far off of the ground even if it was an indoor wall. He had wormed his way over to her, and stuck with her through every hand reach and foot hold until she reached the top.
She pulled out the clothing and approached the bathroom door only to see that the door was slightly ajar and he was toweling off quickly. He shifted and she almost gasped at the scene of his chest in the mirror, scars, mangled flesh like that of his back, and she was a cop long enough to know the residual effects of a gunshot wound when she saw it.
She took a step back, "Jonah?"
"Yeah?"
"I've got your clothes." She said hoping her voice sounded normal.
"Okay, can you put them on the counter for me?"
"Yeah."
"Olivia…you okay?"
"Yeah." She said softly then knew she had to change the subject before he caught on, "But if you don't hurry up I'm gonna get hypothermia and die a miserable death."
"Dramatic." He laughed.
"Theatrical." She countered.
Eventually roles were reversed and she found herself under the warm stream of the shower, the beach was always a fun time for the both of them, but the sand…she whished God would have rethought the sand.
She stepped out of the shower throwing on a pair of flannel bottoms and a small camisole to cover her bra. She stepped out into the pleasant aroma of sweet and sour pork and pork friend rice, "Wow," She grinned, "That was fast."
"Yeah, the delivery boy didn't exactly take kindly to me paying with wet money." He chuckled, handing her a plate of food.
"Wow, service and a smile, huh?"
He grinned, "Oh by the way…there is no way we're watching a chic flick."
She smiled, "I have a feeling you'd watch whatever I put in."
"Possibility."
"Truth." She grinned, "But alas," She exhaled, "today it's just you, me, and Roger Rabbit."
"Excuse me?" he grinned.
"What?" She laughed, "I've never seen it, I rented it the other day…pl-pl-plweeze?"
"Oh no…not an impersonation." He groaned but the fact that he was with holding a smile made it fun, "Alright, but if this gets out-"
"You'll still love me." She waggled her eyebrows as they ventured off into the living room, the blanket she started keeping on the back of the couch eventually found its way over their bodies as their empty plates rested on the coffee table.
"That was a funny movie." She smiled as the credits started to roll, "Thanks for suffering through it…even though I think you laughed more than I did." She raised her brows.
"I wasn't laughing," He protested, "I was doing an ab workout."
"Oh your so full of crap!" she laughed, "Come on help me clean this place up." She smiled pulling him up as they cleared the coffee table. Dishes were done in laughter as he stood behind her covering her hands as she washed then rinsed. And occasional kiss on the neck was given here and there until the task at hand was complete.
"Hey," She smiled turning in his embrace as she dried her hands on the dishtowel, "can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Can you fish?"
"Yeah…why?"
"Could you teach me one day?"
He smiled, "You have to bait your own hook…which means you have to touch a worm."
"Okay, I know…but you'll teach me?"
He grinned, "Yeah." He responded kissing her delicately on the mouth, "better get some rest, I thought we could go on a hike tomorrow."
She smiled softly, but didn't move, something about his proximity towards her was entirely arousing, "Yeah." She whispered feeling the flush creep across her face.
He kissed her forehead softly, "Good Night."
"Good Night." She responded as she watched him stretch out on the sofa as she turned to go slip into her bed. Starring at the ceiling, something within her stirring, an innocent desire to make love to him, to have his body over hers, to feel his breath against her flesh. She searched her motive for lust and found only an innocent desire to connect with him.
She slipped out of her bed realizing now that in all of her thinking and searching an hour and a half had past. She padded barefoot down the hall to his sleeping form and kissed his mouth softly causing him to stir into reality, "Olivia?"
"Hey, were you sleeping?" she asked playfully knowing full well he was.
"Yeah," he teased her, "I had this wonderful dream that I found the cure for Cancer."
"Sorry, I ruined it for you." She smiled kissing him again, "I can't sleep."
"Nightmare?" He asked sitting up on the couch.
"Not exactly…no." she whispered taking his hand into hers and leading him back to her room.
"Olivia," he furrowed his brows, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She smiled softly as they stood at the foot of her bed, "But…I think I'm ready to make that lane change now."
"Why, detective," he grinned, "are you saying that you want to make love to me…a nerd?"
"Yeah." She whispered, "Unless its not what you want…I mean…I…I hope this isn't forward." She started to chicken out until she felt his lips against hers, his hands at the small of her back. His tongue slid stealthily into her mouth a gentle moan vibrating on her lips before he pulled away.
"I don't think it's forward, I think its perfect." He kissed her softly again, "I wasn't going to make the first move…I didn't want you to think I was only after sex." He smiled pulling her closer to him as he kissed her again, the sweetness of her mouth, and the touch of her hands against his five O'clock shadow made him smile against her lips.
"What's funny?" She whispered trailing her hand along the contours of his shirt.
"Nothing…you taste sweet." He smiled and emitted a gentle laugh.
"You taste like chocolate." She whispered, "Were you in my stash?"
"Yeah." He confessed gently sliding her shirt up and over her body casting it off to the floor and looking at her eyes that sparked like he hadn't seen before. He took her lips back into the warmth of his sipping softly from her and trailing her lips with the softness of his tongue as he slowly made his way up the tone valley of her back, stopping at her bra strap and unhooking it.
He broke the kiss for the sole purpose of stepping back to look at her, to marvel at the creation that stood before him. He gently rested his hand on her breast, grazed her nipple with his thumb, and watched the muscles of her neck move fluidly as she arched back at his touch, felt his mouth move over the length of her neck, first down and then back up to her lips, "Your perfect." He smiled softly over her mouth.
She blushed sliding her hands under his shirt in the front, rubbing softly with her index finger as she watched him watch her. She moved her hands slowly to his sides watching his eyes jump in nervousness, she kissed him softly on the mouth, "It's okay." She assured him moving her hands to his back and slowly bringing the shirt up, surprised when he stepped away and readjusted his shirt.
"I'd prefer to keep it on…if you don't mind." He said with words coated in so much shame she wasn't sure if it was the same man in front of her.
She closed the gap between them, caressed his face softly, feeling the cloth of his shirt press against the flesh of her breast, "I don't mind," she whispered kissing his lips, "but I want you to trust me…as much as I trust you."
He rested his hands on her hips, his forehead against hers and she knew he was deep in thought, considering the ramifications of removing his shirt, "I can't."
"What don't you want me to see?" she asked softly, "A scar? I have one…right here." She said taking his hand and placing it on her rib cage, "My mother…a beer bottle."
He furrowed his brows, held her waist tightly, "My body…isn't sexy like yours." He whispered.
She smiled, "I think your sexy." She kissed his mouth softly, "I don't care what your body looks like." She slowly slid her hands back to the hem of shirt, "It's okay." She assured him again pulling it up and over his head casting it down next to hers.
He bowed his head looking at the mangled mess that was his chest, only to see her hands rest softly on the old wounds before caressing his face, "I know something bad happened to you Jonah, and when your ready to talk about it, I'll listen, but only when your ready." She whispered kissing his mouth again, allowing her hands to rest on his shoulder blades, feeling the risen flesh that scarred his body as she slowly memorized his terrain, moving down to his waist and pulling his sweats down.
He kissed her back, made his own trail to her pants once he was out of his and pulled them down gently kissing her as he kneeled in front of her, caressing her abdomen with his tongue, her thighs with his fingertips, first down then back up to the waist band of her panties, pulling them down softly and allowing them to pool at her ankles before lowering her to the edge of the bed and kneeling on the floor.
He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling first left then right once she allowed her head to fall back, lips slightly parted as she supported her weight on her elbows. He moved further down her body to a curious tattoo and traced the artwork with his tongue before meeting a perfectly manicured panty line with a smile.
He invaded her softly pulling her body closer to him, her legs draped over his shoulders, her moan almost inaudible as he tongued her softly, tasted of her for the first time and watched as she arched off of the mattress, sheets ruthlessly balled in her fist as he moved within, sucked softly as she reached down to caress his head, he gently inserted his tongue, and chuckled when she reacted by sitting straight up a small scream escaping before she could silence it. He moved quicker pressing on her abdomen to keep her down, he felt her legs close in around him, felt her body tense at the work of his tongue, and with one caress of her all ready swollen clitoris he smiled hearing her come, his name falling from her mouth in a frantic whisper as she tried to catch her breath.
He hovered over her body, a grin on his face, as he pushed her hair away, revealing deep pools of dilated black with the thinnest ring of brown around them. "A dilatation of the pupil signifies desire." He whispered.
She blushed, "I definitely want you." She assured him resting her hands on his boxers, she shifted her weight, pinning him below her as she slid down his body pulling gently at his boxers only to feel his hands stop her. She smiled stretching out her body and rubbing softly into him as she kissed him, "It would be kind of hard to keep these on…don't you think?"
He looked away, "I didn't think it would be this hard."
She smiled devilishly, "I think it's suppose to be." But when he didn't respond she tilted his head to meet her face, "I don't care what you look like here either." She assured him caressing him softly through his boxers, "I just want to be with you, if you'll have me."
He blushed and slowly pushed his boxers down allowing her to remove them completely until both were naked in front of each other for the first time. She kissed his body softly, trailing his abdomen with her tongue up to his nipples as his hands caressed her back. Her tongue journeyed a path to his clavicle sucking softly before kissing his cheek and lowering her lips to his ear, "Your beautiful." She smiled making her way back down his body, fondling his naval playfully before tracing both sides of that delectable 'V' shape that led to other luscious things.
She saw the burn marks; even the scars on his shaft that looked like someone took a razor and tortured him. She closed her eyes at the image of what must have happened to someone as gentle as he was. The burn marks that stretched the expanse of his thighs, her training told her cigarette burns, her heart told her she didn't care.
She slowly took him into her mouth unconcerned with scars, burns, or anything other than the pleasure of pleasuring her lover. She held him, caressed him softly at the most tender part of him and watched as he moaned her name into the atmosphere, brutalized the sheets with his fist and then reached down caressing her face, "You have to stop." He panted, "Or I won't be able to…"
She smiled allowing him to slip from her hold as she trailed back up his body, leaning over him, taking his lips in softly, the combination of each others tastes within each others mouths made it that much more pleasurable before she separated from him and kissed the wound just above his heart softly, as she traced the burn on the opposite side and finally made her way back to his lips.
He rolled her gently onto her back, unconcerned that her hands caressed his scars, she felt his hand on her own badge of shame, his index finger tracing it intently as he lowered his head to kiss it. He kneeled between her legs, raised himself gently over her, allowing him self to be coated in that which was uniquely her as he watched her eyes stare at him, his hands interlaced with hers at either side of her face, "I want to feel you." He whispered.
She rose up, kissing his mouth gently and bucking against him, "I want to feel you inside of me, Jonah." She whispered back then gasped in air feeling him push gently into her as she bared her teeth and squeezed his hands in an effort to accommodate his welcomed trespass.
He rested his head on her shoulder as she struggled to will herself into submission; he kissed her shoulder softly once he was certain her body had settled, "You feel amazing." He whispered, "Incredible," he pulled out gently hearing a small moan of protest from her, to which he slid back in, "Marvelous." He whispered feeling her hands caress his head.
"Wonderful." She panted feeling him thrust gently into her, "Spectacular," she kissed his mouth, "Brilliant." She moaned feeling him tap her at her womb as he dove in softly pushing against her in an effort to hear her whimper at his contact.
He raised one of her thighs into his hand and slid even deeper, causing her to dig into his back as she wrapped her leg around his waist, feeling him move faster, "Olivia." he whispered offering nothing more than the pleasure of calling her name.
"Please…I" She moaned, suddenly forgetting how to construct a sentence, a thought, it was all forgotten as he moved within her faster, harder, turning her delicate moans into screams as he felt her body tense, both of her legs lock around his waist and her entire body melt into his as she came off the bed into his sitting embrace, screaming so loudly into release that she kissed him for the sole purpose of muffling the sounds of her passion, as he found his own orgasm in the strong contractions of her muscles, his body tensed and with one last convulsion, he released himself into her.
She kissed him softly on the mouth as he held her sitting, then softly lowered them both to their sides, brushing her sweaty hair away from her face, she traced his lips softly, feeling him finally slide out of her, exhausted, she looked at his once gray eyes, now black with dilation, "This really sexy man, told me that dilation is an indication of desire."
He kissed her mouth, "You are my desire. Olivia…only you."
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Her chest burned uncontrollably, "El," She groaned, "help me."
Another gunshot hit the car and Elliot finally saw the man standing brazenly, unconcerned with being spotted. He reached into his jacket, crawled out the side of the squad car and made his way around the parked vehicle in front of them, in an instant he stood leveling his weapon at the perpetrator, "POLICE!" he growled then flinched as another gun shot rang out.
When the perpetrator pulled for another weapon and leveled it, Elliot fired two shots in quick succession and then two more when the perp swayed and still tried to shoot. Confident the gun-wielding individual was dead he moved to the passenger side of the vehicle and pulled her out onto to the cool cement.
"El…hurts." She moaned.
"I know, Liv."
"No," She coughed, "You…never got…shot." She moaned as he grabbed the portable radio from her belt, "Station, this is mobile six five, Shots fired, shots fired, I have an officer down, repeat, and officer down send a bus, suspect is DOA. 56th and Adams." He barked and tossed it aside vaguely aware that the dispatcher confirmed his destination and was sending a bus immediately.
"El…" She coughed again, "Please…let me…home."
"You want to go home?" He asked quickly opening her blouse as onlookers gathered.
"Home." She reiterated grasping his hand.
"You can honey, we've just got to patch you up." He assured her, but when he looked at the bleeding mass in front of him he wasn't so sure he could.
"Went…through." She coughed pulling on his shirt, "I'll…bleed out…before-"
"NO!" He yelled at her, "No you wont!" he barked looking around him for something anything to help him stop the bleeding…and then he remembered the joke.
He moved quickly to the patrol care, "Where are they Liv?" he asked as if she could help him. He reached in the cubby only to find her bag of M he popped the glove box and exhaled in sheer relief when the box fell out.
"Liv, I got it." He yelled kneeling next to her again.
Her eyes fluttered to look at him, "Home…with…Jonah…please." She coughed again, blood spilling out from the side of her mouth.
"No! Stop being selfish!" he screamed at her then settled his voice touching her cheek, "Please don't leave me Liv."
"So…cold, El." She spoke barely audible.
It was the sound in the distance that gave him hope, "Hear that Liv? They're coming for you baby." He assured her opening up the box he retrieved from the glove box.
"El…" She took the box into focus and he swore he saw a faint smile, "Tam…pons?"
"Nows not the time for modesty." He said opening one quickly and starring at it with absolutely no idea what to do, he looked at the box scanned a few sentences and rolled her over, "This is really gonna hurt, Liv." He warned her shoving the cardboard tube deep within her and wincing as her small body writhed in pain, the grown and scream coming form her throat.
"Hurts…"
"I know," he informed her throwing an empty tube away and grabbing another, "One more, Liv." He warned shoving it into her wound, feeling her grab for him, a sob emanating the air. He laid her softly down on her back, "The front now okay?"
"Hate…you." She moaned.
"Hear that?" He asked opening another one, "There close, maybe a block." He informed her, "Ready?"
She nodded her head softly, closed her eyes and screamed out as he shoved the tube into her body, already preparing another as she cried in sheer agony, "Last one." He told her doing the deed again feeling her blood stain hands grasp for him as he made her endure more and more pain for the sole purpose of what? Keeping her alive so she can continue to mourn the loss of her husband? He hated himself.
"They're right here, Liv." He told her as her eyes fluttered, he had already pulled his shirt off and set it under her back, his t shirt coming off to be held tightly against her front as he straddled her body and whispered softly into her ear, "They're here honey, I love you, I need you to stay because if you don't, I wont make it." He told her selfishly.
He felt her fingertips on his bare back, heard the screeching tires of the ambulance halting, the doors slamming as the gurney was wheeled out, "What do we got?"
Elliot stood, "thirty-eight year old Caucasian, GSW, through and through, lost a lot of blood, she's NYPD, make her live through it." Elliot warned as the examiners gathered around her, needles invading her body, tubes here and there, a whimper and cry as they prodded her, finally getting her onto the gurney and into the ambulance, "You commin?" The paramedic asked as Fin and rolled up, "Yeah." He said nodding to Fin who was already telling him to go.
The medic worked frantically in the small confines of the van finally calling out to the others that she was stable…or at least as stable as they could get her considering. The picked up the almost empty box of tampons and tossed them to Elliot, "You probably just saved her life."
Elliot stared down at the box, "Thank God for super absorbency."
"Yeah, no crap." The paramedic muttered checking the wound that appeared to stop bleeding profusely, "She's lost a lot of blood."
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"What happened?" Cragen panted finally making it down to the emergency room.
"We we're sitting and watching the building across the way and all of a sudden she was shot." Elliot whispered. "He kept shooting even after I told him who we we're he-"
"He's dead." Cragen said softly.
Elliot exhaled, shook his head in understanding and handed over her weapon and badge, "Tell IAB, I don't care what they think, they can kiss my ass."
"Noted." Cragen smiled softly, "She's gonna make it."
"She was bleeding everywhere." Elliot whispered. Although the doctors where kind enough to give him scrubs his nails were stained with her life, a whole new meaning to life slipping through your grasp.
"Elliot you can't d-"
"Mr. Stabler?" A doctor came out, head shaking, his hand massaging the back of his neck.
"Me." Elliot stood, expecting the worse.
"Your next of kin on her card, we tried to call her husband but there was no answer, so it falls to you."
"What falls to me?" Elliot asked anxiously, "Please…please don't tell me she's dead."
"No." The doctor smiled, "As a matter of fact, that is the luckiest woman I have ever seen, Mom and baby are doing fine the tamp-"
"Wait…back up…what did you say?"
"She's lucky, the bullet went through and through, didn't bother anything terribly important, the reason she was bleeding so quickly is that she's malnourished, whatever she's eating isn't enough to sustain mom and baby, which means things have got to change." The doctor informed him.
"You said baby."
"Yes…from the looks of it three months."
"She…I couldn't tell." Elliot whispered.
"She's not eating, and she certainly isn't sleeping, we didn't catch it immediately in the ER until we ran test, her small frame, and lack of self care…it wasn't noticeable. You're gonna have to keep a close eye on her, she needs to eat right, exercise, and rest, rest, rest." The doctor informed him, "She's awake if you'd like to see her."
"Please." He croaked.
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Elliot stood at the foot of her bed, she may have been awake when the doctor left but she was sleeping with an oxygen mask over her face, her arm bandaged and taped snuggly against her to prevent movement. He pulled up a chair, sitting softly and covering her hand with his, leaning his head on the edge of the bed and silently crying as he fell asleep.
It was the tender caress of his knuckles that caused his eyes to open, once his brain put it together that she was moving he sat up, "Liv." He smiled softly, "How are you?"
"Apparently," she spoke in exhaustion, "I'm shot."
He chuckled softly, "Yeah." He whispered, "You owe me a new shirt you know."
"We're even." She smiled softly at him, "You used my last box of tampons."
He laughed and cried because she was alive giving him a hard time, he kissed her hand softly, "You scared the crap out of me."
"I'm sorry." She whispered letting a tear fall. He wiped it gently, "I'm sorry El."
"Don't be." He assured her. He took a deep breath and rested his hand on her abdomen as he held her hand, "The baby is doing good."
She cried out of relief, out of shame, out of sadness and happiness…she cried. "I'm sorry I lied to you."
"Don't be…I understand." He assured her, "But, the doc says your not taking care of your self and I'm pretty sure IAB is gonna give me some mandatory time off…which means we've got a lot to talk about."
A/N: Just because i know i'm gonna get a lot of questions, when i was in the military, we kept a box of tampons available for the sole purpose of stopping bleeding...yes it works.
And to Kellyofthemidnightdawn...that opeing line was for you sweetie.
