George and Elliot sighed as they drove to the precinct. They'd had plans to go to a movie, but they'd been called in to help catch a suspect- Munch, Fin, and Benson were at a conference and this was too intricate for the newer detectives. George, Elliot, and Cragen sat talking about the case when the sound of gunfire rang out.
George collapsed, not making a sound. Elliot's first instinct was to help George, but he had to stop the shooter. He immediately pulled out his own gun and turned towards where the bullet had come from, only to find that the shooter had already been taken down by Cragen. The captain still had good reflexes. Elliot turned his attention back to George.
He almost moaned in relief when he found a pulse. It didn't make it certain George would survive but it was good enough for Elliot. He pulled George's already-soaked shirt off and applied pressure to the wound. George gasped as soon as Elliot touched him, moving his arms and hands desperately in protest to the pain racking his body. Violent tremors were going through the small man's body and Elliot held him firmly against the spasms. George groaned as the last of the tremors left him. The small man was panting for breath and his face showed a mix of pain and fear.
Elliot wanted to reassure him but he didn't know what to say. He simply murmured "It's all right, you'll be ok." George looked up at him, trying to focus, but Elliot could tell the blood loss was taking its toll on him. "I love you El." George whispered. Elliot took one hand off the wound and gripped George's hand.
The bus finally arrived and they set George on the gurney. George made a tiny noise and Elliot wanted to hug him. They loaded George into the ambulance and George blacked out. Elliot was terrified, and he squeezed George's hand tightly. They arrived at the hospital and Elliot was forced to go to the waiting room. He paced back and forth, waiting.
Finally, after what felt like a year, a nurse came to talk to him.
"He'll be ok. The bullet missed his organs. He's asking for you." Elliot breathed a sigh of relief and followed the nurse to George's room.
"Hey." He whispered when he saw his lover. George started to sit up but he fell back, groaning.
"Haven't they given you pain medicine?" Elliot asked incredulously. George nodded. "It just hasn't kicked in yet." Elliot sat down next to him. George seemed to be trying to move and Elliot placed his hand on his stomach, pushing him down.
"Don't even think about it, George." He told his lover firmly. He leaned down and kissed him. George relaxed into the kiss. Elliot held him gently until he fell asleep. He needed George and he silently prayed that he would never come close to losing George again.