a/n: Thank you to all meh lovely reviewers. I know the Jackson thing was kinda random but it's something different, ya know? So here's chapter 10!:

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Fin had jut arrived at the hospital.

"How is he?" he asked Cagen, who was sitting with Casey in the ER.

"Munch is in surgery right now," Cragen said, getting up and pacing.

"But he'll be okay, right?" he asked his captain.

"Doc says it's a 50/50 chance," Casey said. She looked very anxious. After washing John's blood off her hands, no one could blame her.

2 hours and 10 cups of coffee later, the doctor came out. They stood up and Fin asked "How is he?".

"He'll make a full recovery," the doctor said. He smiled and pointed them in the direction of Munch's room. They walked in and saw him, lying on his bed.

"Well it's about time," he said. Cragen laughed a little.

"How ya feelin?" Fin asked.

"Like I just got shot," he said sarcastically.

"You better be nice to me, otherwise I'm not gonna give you this nice cup of GOOD coffee. The coffee you make tastes like crap," Fin said, holding up a cup of coffee for him.

"It's a little melted, on account of you took so long in that damn O.R.!" Fin said with a chuckle.

"Sorry. Next time I'll tell the guy to shoot me in a more convenient spot or the Doctor. By the way, who was that guy?" Munch asked, sipping his 'iced coffee'.

"CSU lifted prints off the door handle," Cragen started, "they belong to Jonathan Marks. Sound familiar?".

"That Scumbag?" Fin asked. Fin had been the lead detective on that case, which is why no one else recognized him.

"I've got to go. We have arraignment tomorrow. Thank God we got Judge Donnelay. But I've got to talk to Jason Whittaker about him client's whereabouts. Hope you feel better, John," Casey said, and then she left.

"Well, I better get going, too. See ya tomorrow," Cragen said, and he walked out. Before Fin left, he went over to John, pinched his arm, and giggled out of the room.

"Oww!" Munch yelled, "that's not fair! I'm handicapped!".

"Nah, you're just old!" Fin called from the hallway.

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Elliot and Olivia had about fifty bucks altogether, which was just enough to buy a room with twin beds at the inn.

The next morning, Olivia woke up at 6:30 in the morning. Elliot was still sleeping, so she decided to go visit Jackson. When she got there, his candles were lit (no electricity, remember?). She knocked on the door.

"Jackson, it's me,' she said, "can I come in?".

"Door's open!," he hollered. She came in and closed the door behind her.

"Hey," he said, coming out of the kitchen," want some coffee?".

"Nah. I don't drink coffee," she said. Jackson welcomed her into the kitchen and she sat at the table. When Jackson went to go sit down, he saw a HUGE black and blue under the hairline of Olivia's head.

"Did you get that last night?" he asked.

"Get what?" she asked quizzically.

"That pretty bruise on your head," he applied a little pressure just to prove it was there."

"I guess," she said, feeling for herself, "look, I didn't com here to be medically evaluated by you. I came here to apologize for my partner's behavior last night. He was completely out of line". Jackson shook his head.

"That's very nice of you, but I'd like to hear it from Elliot," he said, sipping his coffee.

"Maybe he will, once he calms down. But his pride and dignity will probably not let him," she said. He kind of laughed.

"I know. That's why I'd like to see him do it. Look, if he apologizes to me, I'll apologize to him," he said, adding a cube of sugar.

Why exactly do I like this guy?

He is such an ass.

And he's a journalist: public enemy #1.

These were some of the thoughts Olivia had running through her head. He was being very rude, talking about Elliot like that. And she wasn't about to let him trash talk her partner like that.

"I've got to get back. Elliot's probably getting worried," she said coldly, getting up.

"Yes, because Mr. Perfect is the greatest thing since peanut butter, right?" Jackson said, getting up.

"I'll see you later," she said walking to the door. He caught up with her and grabbed her arm.

"Don't walk away from me, Olivia," he gritted through his teeth.

"I need to get back. We're leaving today," she said.

"Elliot's dangerous. He's escalating, can't you see that?" he asked, subconsciously tightening his grip.

"You're hurting me," she said, and he let go. Giving him one last glare, she left and headed back to the inn. She was at a loss of words. Olivia stopped because she heard a grumbling noise, only to realize it was her stomach. She decided they would go out to breakfast when Elliot woke up.

While she was here, Olivia made a note to buy a sweater.

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a/n: so what did you think? As usual I expect reviews. Don't worry. Not every guy in Olivia's life is a schmuck. Things will get better with one of them, but worse with the other. REVIEW!!!! Thanks a bunch! More chapters are on the way. May even post another one today. I have to ask you, though, to send me some ideas of what you want to happen in the future. Any ideas on the other characters? Our villain? Even elliot and Olivia? If you have an Idea or even a spark in your creative mind, I want to hear about it. If you've got this plot line idea that you just HAVE to tell me about, I still want to hear it. Or even a tiny event, quote, or character I should add, let me know. I want your help!

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